After their brief encounter that night, Rong Tong never saw Zhang Wei again. The people around him seemed unaware of his disappearance, or perhaps his presence never attracted their attention. Rong Tong and him seemed to meet each other on an isolated island. Her contact with him seemed to be a dimension isolated from others. Sometimes Rong Tong and her selectors sat around discussing matters, illuminated by lights, surrounded by men and women dressed in ancient clothes and speaking elegantly. She was obviously the core of this group of people, but for a moment, she suddenly I feel like I'm apart from them. But compared to the people who get along day and night, isn't it more like an illusion for Zhang Er, who talks about words and detached things?
Recently, she has been uncontrollably immersed in the philosophical propositions of Zhuang Zhou Mengdie and others. Even when she is practicing meditation, her mood fluctuates from time to time. Baoqin describes it as "people can't be too idle." Fortunately, as the new year is approaching, trivial matters begin to pile up like a mountain again. As expected, once people are too busy to touch the ground, all reality, illusion, life and death, and materialization have to be temporarily left behind.
The history of Xiujie seems to be very different from China on earth in every aspect, but it is surprisingly consistent in the cultural field. For example, a language whose pronunciation is very similar to the dialects in the Jianghuai area; for example, characters that can be basically recognized as regular Chinese characters; and for example, the calendar used here is based on the synodic moon, and a leap month is set to adjust the year of return, with twelve hours in a day, and roughly the same in a year. Three hundred and sixty-five days, many important traditional festivals on the lunar calendar can be celebrated here, especially the New Year, which is not only the most important festival of the year for ordinary people, but also the grass-roots level of the branch that is integrated into the mundane world. In the environment, the celebration of the process between monks is actually the norm in human relations.
Especially now that most of the selectees of the Kunlun Inner Sect have returned to the sect at this time, Rong Tong and his party, who are still stranded in the Southern Jin Dynasty, have become the targets of "filial respect" from the Kunlun branches in the rest of Junzhou. Those from far away were pulled into the palace of the Southern Jin Dynasty in large and small carts, and the carts were brought down one by one to look at them one by one. In front of all kinds of rare treasures, a group of inner sects The Nascent Soul cultivator who came here was like a farmer who had seen the world. He was dazzled and dumbfounded.
"Didn't they say a tight seal on the news? Why do I see that they are so well-informed? They seem to be afraid that we will blow up their branches if they are too late." Rong Tong snapped his fingers, and all the covers were tightly closed. Standing on the ground cover, I looked at the large and small boxes that were about to flood the huge vestibule, "I don't even have a Qiankun bag to put it in, and it's like this. I have to let everyone know that I have received their benefits before I will give up!" "
"I'm afraid the people in these branches are up to something. Sir, we must not take it lightly." Feng Yuji lowered his sleeves and handed over his hands, "I think it would be best for them all to go back."
"But... sir," Cheng Qiubai on the side said hesitantly, "these people are so blatant, they may not have the intention to test you. At this point, it is better to be cautious."
"Then let's compromise," Rong Tong waved his hand, "shuffle the order of these boxes, and randomly send one to whoever is on the gift list. If the courtesy is reciprocated, we are celebrating the New Year together."
As a result, the major branches came and had to be dragged in by large trucks and small trucks, and they had to be towed away by large trucks and small trucks. There was no other way. The seniors at the Nascent Soul stage of the inner sect patted their shoulders and smiled kindly, but their words were quite simple and rude, saying that this was specially given by our Lord Ziguang to express gratitude to you for remembering her filial piety. Yes, you won’t accept it? If you don't accept it, you are looking down on our inner door and the Sixth Hall of Kunlun! !
The outer disciples in the Qi training stage and the foundation building stage who came to give gifts looked at the opponent's branch badge printed on the box and trembled...
"It's not just the Southern Jin branch that is colluding with other sect families, most of the other branches in Kunlun are also involved. And since you are in charge of the selection of Kunlun disciples this time, you should be responsible for supervising the local area, but why? Inaction?!" Chuanxiong sat in a corner of the pavilion and looked at Rong Tong and said quietly.
At that time, Rong Tong took a break from her busy schedule and was learning how to make tea in an elegant manner. When she heard the sound, she had to put down the cattail leaf fan in her hand to fan the wind. "Fellow Taoist really has great magical powers. He can appear and appear out of thin air. I didn't notice it at all. I dared to ask What is the realm of friends?”
"That night you spoke eloquently. It seemed to be transparent, but you had no intention of pursuing it. If you don't care about the world, it's hard for you to hold a big responsibility."
Rong Tong: It seems that the nine-year compulsory education and the ideological and political teachers never taught her to have the world of cultivation in mind, right?
"Speaking of which, how is Senior Buxu's situation? Will the sudden suspension of the tribulation hinder her?" She observed the fish-eye patterns on the water in the cauldron and sprinkled a pinch of salt into the water.
"You are very relieved about me, and you are not afraid that I will be detrimental to that woman's practice?" The other party raised an eyebrow.
Sure enough, she diverted the topic.
Rong Tong summed up an interesting little rule. As long as the sisters start to say "concubine" on the left and "concubine" on the right, it must be someone who unilaterally activates the wits script and enters into an interaction with her. It’s routine mode.
However……
"Don't worry, why don't you worry! Speaking of which, Pindao is just a junior on a different level from Senior Buxu. In terms of friendship between fellow disciples, how can he compare to fellow Taoist friends and her?" Rong Tong sighed, "Even if we have been separated for a hundred years, our positions have already been different. , she and you are willing to step forward at the most critical moment, and it is really touching to cherish each other so much."
"Don't be stupid, it's clear between me and her..." Chuanxiong suddenly paused, "Wait! Where did you know that?!"
"What do you think?" Rong Tong calmly sprinkled green tea powder into the center of the boiling water. She conveniently withheld a small bag of some expensive spiritual tea sent by the branch. The bamboo utensils were carefully and slowly stirred in the tea soup, and the water soon boiled again, gurgling and bubbling.
The white warm water steam surged up, and the other party's expression was uncertain, "Your Majesty...has he told you everything?"
Rong Tong stirred the tea soup on his face, but hissed in his heart. Student Zhang is so awesome. Not everyone can afford the honorific title of "Jun Shang".
"I don't understand what the connection is between you and Your Majesty, but I have no objection to Your Majesty's wishes." Chuanxiong stood up with a serious expression, "But I hope you'd better be more sober and don't take your Majesty's temporary attitude towards you into account." Use indulgence as your unscrupulous capital."
No, what did she do to be "unscrupulous"?
The other party flicked his sleeves in an unfeminine manner, and his figure disappeared instantly. Because this person left so neatly, today's intelligence routine had to come to an end regrettably. In just a few conversations, the information that could be deciphered was really limited. It was not as good as the discussion about Shang Qin's life in a friendly atmosphere that night. A lively exchange.
It's just that... Baoqin analyzed it with her before, and the monks who could come and go so freely either accelerated themselves to a speed that even the Nascent Soul Stage consciousness could not capture in a very short period of time. That was similar to Crane Shadow Feihong's spells are extremely spiritually intensive; or they use the method of overlapping voids, exclusive magical powers that are powerful above the void stage.
If it's the second type - well, forget about these sisters, even Zhang Wei's appearance is so high, then it really... looks like a huge trouble.
There were three boils in the cauldron. Rong Tong pinched it away from the fire. The handle of the pot was burning red. She held it lightly with her bare hands, feeling nothing. The monk did not feel wet when he was put into water, and he was not hot when put into fire. It was true. She tried to take a sip, but felt that the taste was not as good as the Anxi Tieguanyin that her father had frozen in boxes in the freezer. She frowned and mixed the tea into the milk prepared aside, and then tried to take a sip, but the taste was as light as drinking water. It's strange that even just recreating the smells in memory is so difficult in this world.
Time flies by and New Year’s Eve is here.
Rong Tong gave her entire team a three-day holiday a day ago. All progress on the case was suspended. Those who wanted to fall in love should fall in love, those who wanted to practice should seize the time to practice, and those who wanted to make video calls to relatives and friends should provide water glasses. , it seems not bad to accompany the lonely old man Zhou Gong who doesn’t want to do anything... She even dislikes holding the piano. She has been wearing a green silk gown for ten years. She rummaged through the Qiankun bag and found an ice silk satin shark that was several kilograms larger than the silkworm spit. Weaving silk yarn, she asked her to contact Yunjinmen to tailor a new dress.
Everyone has been dismissed, and the main hall, which used to be crowded with people, seemed empty. Rong Tongwu sat at the desk, flipping over a file in his hand, trying to sort it out again, but he couldn't get it through several times. Dusk was approaching, and from time to time, the faint sound of firecrackers and the noise of children could be heard outside, but this was only because the monk's five senses were too sensitive. In fact, the bustle was far away from her. On the contrary, deep inside the palace, when the light dimmed, there was a hint of coldness for no reason. She couldn't help but walk back and forth in the palace, mobilizing her spiritual power to keep out the cold. After several cycles, her face was covered with hot compresses, and her forehead was sweating. , and it was so hot that she unbuttoned several buckles on her stand-up collar.
He hasn't come yet, and he doesn't look like he's coming.
He didn't even agree on a specific time or place with her, and he didn't even look like a dater.
She uncomfortably tugged at her plain square pleated skirt and the arrow-sleeved short shirt she wore daily for ease of movement, wondering if her outfit was too casual? But if she changed into something good-looking, it would be too grand, and she wasn't going on a date. Everyone is here to talk about business, don't make it seem like she has some ambiguous thoughts unilaterally, but is she a little too casual...
The noise became louder and clearer, and the light of fireworks lit up the panes. On this New Year's Eve, Bian Ancheng will be very lively. The new king will climb up the tower of the royal city to have fun with the people. At her request, the new Southern Jin branch will collectively parade the float throughout the city for a week to show a brand new image. In order to shorten the distance between the monks and the people; children followed the exorcism team and cheered; every household's yard was lit with firewood, men and women walked hand in hand and sang, and the sound of silk and bamboo pipes was endless...
The consciousness spread out endlessly, and then brought back the excitement outside to harass her without even a glance. She stared at the last ray of light in the hall and disappeared, thinking: I can wear whatever I want, what does it have to do with others?
So after a while, when she came out, she was already dressed in gorgeous clothes. Her upper body was draped in dark floral gauze with folded branches of peony, and her lower skirt was a golden phoenix pierced peony maid's longevity pattern woven into a gold horse face. Her hair was tied into a complicated bun and fixed with carved lotus leaves and parrot branches. The bronze mirror faintly reflected the beautiful figure of a young lady from ancient times. She turned away her reflection in the glasses and sighed, Zi Guang's good appearance just couldn't bear the torment.
So he turned around and left, the tassels hanging down from his steps trembled, and the jade collided with each other, making a clear sound. After a few breaths, silence returned to the palace. Only the door of the palace was half open, and the moonlight was scattered all over the place.
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Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or gave me the nutrient solution~
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