Toot toot—
I heard a slight knock on the window, clear and regular.
The woman meditating on the bed slowly opened her eyes. She did not rush to open the window, but looked thoughtfully at the pen and ink on the table next to her.
Jiang Qin didn't sleep. She had never slept since she learned to meditate. She always meditated and practiced like her master.
She got started at a young age, and then she reached the peak of the entry level almost without any obstacles. Now she has easily crossed the threshold and entered the Dengtang level.
You must know that even in Longhu Mountain, no monks of similar age to Jiang Qin have entered the Dengtang realm. Those third-generation disciples like Taoist Chimei are only at the peak of entry, and they are already rare.
But high talent does not mean that there is no need to work hard. On the contrary, people with high talent should work harder, otherwise their innate talents that exceed ordinary people will be wasted.
Jiang Qin is like this, probably because she stays by her master's side all year round. In addition to practicing every day, she also practices the sword moves taught by her master in the air.
She opened her eyes but did not stand up. Instead, she stretched one hand forward, and the invisible Qi opened the window in the distance.
Snapped!
Five finger prints were clearly left on the wooden edge of the window.
"It seems I still can't control it well..."
Jiang Qin sighed helplessly. She was now working hard to control the energy in her body and improve her control ability step by step.
This was a stupid method that Xia Zhichan taught her. Through repeated practice over and over again, the true energy in her body finally became like an arm.
It is not difficult to control the majestic Qi, but it is rare to control the subtle and precise Qi. This is like the difference between stabbing a leaf with a sword and cutting a tofu and threading a needle.
If it were Xia Zhichan, he would be able to use his true energy to open the window without leaving traces on the edge of the window, as if it were opened by a pair of real hands.
The woman frowned. She even forgot for a moment why she wanted to open the window, and just repeated the actions of releasing and releasing her energy over and over again.
beep--
Yes, I just heard such a slight knocking sound. So the woman wanted to use her true energy to open the door on a whim.
Only then did Jiang Qin remember and look up.
The moonlight streaming down the windowsill formed a looming white waterfall in mid-air, which looked particularly dreamy against the backdrop of the night outside.
On the windowsill stood a white bird.
The birds are bathed in the moonlight, just like messengers sent from the fairy palace in heaven.
White bird.
It has no eyes and no sharp beak.
There wasn't even a single feather on the white bird's body. There was only a luster of unknown jade or iron flowing around the body, but it wasn't very obvious under the moonlight.
Why not?
Because it is a bird made of paper.
The paper bird stood there, tilting its head and looking in Jiang Qin's direction. Unfortunately, it had no eyes, and its head was just folded out of paper. There were no decorations, only a tip that replaced the beak.
Jiang Qin then raised her head. When she saw the white paper bird, her eyes first showed surprise, and then she could not suppress the joy.
She quickly got off the bed and stretched out her hands to hold it.
The white bird still looked carefully to make sure that he had not gone to the wrong door and recognized the wrong person, and then flapped its wings lazily a few times.
It's just paper, it has no weight at all.
So it quickly flew up, then slowly circled around the room, and finally fell into Jiang Qin's hand like returning to the bird's nest.
As soon as the paper bird was obtained, it changed from the shape of a bird back to a square piece of white paper with some faint handwriting on it.
Jiang Qin was as happy as a child. She quickly walked two steps and came to the open window. Taking advantage of the bright moonlight tonight, she read the content on the paper word by word.
The piece of paper is not big, and the handwriting is very delicate and graceful. It should be written by a woman.
She read the first few lines and smiled a little silly, just like a child who was praised after getting a hundred points in the exam.
But after reading a few lines, the hand holding the white paper became a little harder.
Jiang Qin's original happy expression also dissipated, and her face gradually returned to calm. She pinched the corner of the paper and read the letter seriously.
I don't know how long it took, but it wasn't until Jiang Qin read the last word seriously that he slowly let out a sigh of relief.
She put the paper in her hand on the table next to her with a complicated mood, while she fell into deep thought.
The white paper that fell on the table shook for a while, and turned into that strange white bird again. It stood on the table with both feet. It first tilted its head and looked at Jiang Qin a few times. After finding that the other party ignored him, he Simply lower your head and peck at the rice paper placed neatly aside.
Toot toot…
A few holes were pecked out of the good rice paper. The white bird seemed to have discovered something new and pecked hard several times.
It quickly ate part of the rice paper.
Those papers were not white paper, but waste paper that Jiang Qin had used to practice writing. Every piece of rice paper was covered with strange writing and ink marks.
Jiang Qin’s handwriting is ugly? No, of course not. As a princess from the Daqi royal family, she has been able to write well since she was a child. Of course, that is because every word was taught by her mother stroke by stroke.
These strange handwritings were written by Jiang Qin using his Qi with a brush. He would often crush the brush if he couldn't control it properly, or the tip of the brush would leave a big black spot on the rice paper.
She practiced for a long time, crushing three brushes and scrapping countless pieces of rice paper. In the end, she became bored, so she meditated to calm her irritable mind.
Now those "works" of hers had been pecked into holes by the white bird, and then bit by bit they were swallowed into its belly. Seeing that most of the rice paper on the table had disappeared.
The bird didn't change at all, and he didn't know where the food it ate went.
"Master... wants me to go back to the mountain now."
Jiang Qin murmured to himself.
The white bird messenger was sent by Master to look for him. The content of the letter didn't contain anything strange. It just said that he should go back to the mountain now.
The most important thing is the word "now".
Now, that means you should prepare to leave immediately after receiving this letter, and return to Longhu Mountain without any delay.
Why so anxious? Is there anything important?
It wasn't mentioned in these letters.
But Jiang Qin knew that since the master had personally sent him a message, it should be a very important matter and he could not delay it.
But……
The woman lowered her eyebrows, thinking of a person in her heart, a person who was still recovering from his injuries, a man that she could no longer let go of.
If he left now, he didn't know where he was going, would he be worried, or would he be sad because of his disappearance.
Ever since that time on the boat in the middle of the lake, an inexplicable connection has been established between the two.
Although Xia Zhichan is still recovering from his injuries these days, he will go out with him. In fact, there is nothing to see. No matter how beautiful the scenery of Jiangcheng is, it is nothing in the eyes of ascetics like them.
But they just love going out.
Either walking in the mountains and forests, boating on the lake, playing in the clouds in the sky, or roaming under the surging river.
They don't do it to see the scenery, but to enjoy the feeling of two people together.
Jiang Qin has also changed a lot. Her original stoicism has been disintegrated little by little, and now there is nothing left.
She was no longer a monk at the empty mourning platform, but just like an ordinary woman. Various things began to appear in the originally empty room.
There are all kinds of hairpin jewelry and rouge on the dressing table, beautiful and exquisite clothes for all seasons in the wardrobe, and there are many gadgets on the table, some of which are hand-knitted blessing knots, but some are from roadside stalls. Bought casually.
Just because he gave it to me, I treat it like a treasure.
There is also a lifelike clay doll, which looks like her, but is shorter and fatter, and looks particularly cute and cute.
He made it with his own hands, and Jiang Qin also made a clay doll and gave it to him as a gift in return.
The originally empty room was now almost filled to the brim with all kinds of strange and interesting things, just like her heart.
Jiang Qin pursed her lips.
The teacher's orders cannot be violated, she must leave here.
While she was in a daze, the foody white bird on the table had already pecked out all the rice paper, and was now stretching its neck to drink ink inside the inkstone.
As soon as the ink entered the mouth, the head of the white bird was dyed a dark color, and the color continued until the neck.
Well, it turned out to be a pure white fairy bird, but now it looks like a black-headed chicken, and it must be an old hen suitable for making soup.
Jiang Qin made up her mind, she was leaving now.
She drove the black-headed chicken off the table, took out a new piece of rice paper, and wrote a bunch of words on it.
Then fold it carefully and press it with a tea cup.
That was a letter left to Prince Le. After all, even if she wanted to leave, she had to tell Prince Le. She was both her elder and her master, so she couldn't just disappear suddenly without any reason.
Jiang Qin originally planned to leave like this, but she turned back and looked at the furnishings in the house. She obviously hadn't lived here for a long time, but it seemed like this was the home she longed for.
She bit her lower lip and waved her sleeves.
Everything in the room was gone, and it was back to the way it was when she first arrived, leaving only a piece of white paper under the teacup on the table.
She shouldn't have taken those things away, but she just couldn't let them go. Even if she couldn't use them anymore, she still wanted to keep them in her sleeves.
Jiang Qin opened the door with a creak and turned into a white rainbow and left without disturbing anyone. The black-headed chicken behind her was waving its wings vigorously in pursuit.
…
Xia Zhichan suddenly woke up while meditating. He got out of bed and walked to the door of his room.
He didn't forget to look back at the clay doll placed on the table not far away. His eyebrows and eyebrows still looked a bit like his own, but his smile was so bad that he didn't look like a good person at first glance.
The man opened the door and strolled into the courtyard.
At this moment, a white rainbow flew overhead.
