Among the nomadic peoples in the northern grasslands, there has always been a living custom of "horses chasing water and grass, and people looking up to milk cheese." This mare's milk wine, known as the "white jade paste on the grassland", has a mellow taste with a slight acidity. Inadvertently, The two of them had already drank a large bowl.
"This doesn't taste like wine at all, so it doesn't matter if we drink a little more." Hua Qing'er turned her face and asked quietly.
"Of course, it's not wine, it's not."
As a result, the two of them put their master's instructions behind them.
When the moon came over the treetops, the tourists on the street gradually dispersed. In the quiet courtyard, the small wooden door was pushed open, and two figures staggered in, supporting each other.
When the door in front of the hall was pushed open, the red candle with the golden "囍" on it automatically lit up, but neither of them noticed anything strange at this time.
The tent is dimmed by red candles, and the mandarin ducks are paired under the quilt at night.
As soon as it touched the edge of the bed, Hua Qing'er rolled on the quilt with a "Gulu" motion. Qing Ya, who was supporting her, was also walking lightly at this time, and was carried over easily.
Qingya fell heavily to Hua Qing'er's side as his palms failed to support the smooth quilt. Before he could get up, Hua Qing'er groped for the corner of the quilt and rolled it up, just like rolling a spring roll. and Qingya were all wrapped up in the quilt.
The light body could not support the heroine's arm strength at all. Qingya was lifted up together with the quilt, and flipped several times in the air, which made Qingya wake up from the drunkenness.
Seeing that Hua Qing'er was murmuring with her eyes closed below her, Qing Ya quickly opened her arms to support her falling body.
Even so, the body still fell down a certain distance due to inertia, and did not stop until it was about to touch Hua Qing'er's cheek.
So close, so close that you can feel the warmth on her cheeks.
She closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes were like two small fans covering her eyelids. The makeup in the corners of her eyes seemed to have light blue ripples swaying, and the crystal fine sand was like waves rising on the sea, and like It's the tears left in the corners of my eyes that can't be wiped away.
Perhaps because of drinking, her face was flushed, and even her breath was slightly hot, hitting Qingya's face, and Qingya felt that her own face seemed to be hot.
In Chang'an, the most prosperous place in the world, in this room where Luan Feng and Ming live together, Qing Ya quietly looked at the sleeping girl in front of him.
The startling moment on a rainy night, the support of each other during the thirty-mile journey, the tenderness in the singing and dancing of the birds, the seeing each other off on the long street in the cold night, the companionship between the flickering Tianxuan...
Unknowingly, this girl who suddenly broke into his life has traveled such a long distance with him. Far enough to climb mountains that reach the top of the clouds, far enough to travel thousands of miles.
In the long years of practice from now on, as long as I have you by my side, no matter how hard or tiring I am, I will be happy with it.
Finally, Qing Ya gently untied the rolled quilt, pulled out, covered her carefully, put down the gauze curtain on the edge of the bed, and left. Only Qing Ming and Twin Lotus lay on the table together, looking at each other. Snuggle together.
In the next few days, the two of them, who had been lazy for a while, finally remembered their teacher's teachings and resumed their morning practice routine. Their days were as calm as returning to Tianyue Mountain.
However, in such an ordinary life, Qingya seemed to feel something was different.
In the past few days, Qingya couldn't remember when the candles in the house were lit. At first, he thought it was Hua Qing'er who lit them, but then he discovered that every morning when he got up, the pair of wedding candles were always there. There were no signs of burning.
Such a small thing, if you don't pay attention, it can be easily ignored. But a few days later, even the wedding candies and fruits displayed showed no signs of deterioration.
It's like the time in this room resets every day.
During lunch, Qingya told Hua Qing'er her doubts.
"You also noticed something strange here, right?"
Hua Qing'er gathered her chopsticks, sat next to Qing Ya, and lowered her voice and whispered: "I've been feeling a little strange since the day before yesterday. Yesterday I secretly ate a longan in the fruit plate, but this morning I found that The longan appeared in its original position again."
She put down her chopsticks, pointed the tip of her chopsticks at the counter, and whispered to Qingya again: There must be something weird in this.
After the meal, the two of them deliberately ate some of the fruits in the fruit plate, and lit the candles in broad daylight. Then, Hua Qing'er left the fire lotus in the house. After doing all this, the two of them went to the house. Went out as usual.
In the evening, smoke from cooking was floating everywhere in the streets and alleys of the West Market, but the two of them were still sitting in the teahouse, with no intention of going back.
"Why is there still no movement? Isn't it our misunderstanding? We ate the fruit that my mother-in-law used for her son's wedding. She won't be angry, right?" Hua Qing'er asked questions one after another.
"Those fruits haven't gone bad for so many days, so there must be something wrong with them. What I'm worried about now is that since we've eaten so much, there won't be any problems." Qingya answered casually.
"Well..." Hua Qing'er suddenly stopped talking and covered her stomach with both hands. His eyes turned around a few times involuntarily, and he muttered softly:
"It's been all afternoon, there should be no problem."
Just as the two of them were expecting and worrying, the ice lotus on Hua Qing'er's waist shone with bursts of light, which meant that the fire lotus at home felt something extraordinary.
"Come on, come on, there's something in our house."
Without further ado, the two paid for the tea and hurried back.
When they went out, Qingya did not lock the small door of the courtyard, so when the two returned to the house, they did not disturb the people or anything else in the house.
Hua Qing'er stuck her head out and looked in through the gap in the window, while Qing Ya looked at her face.
Her expression changed from nervousness to shock, and then from shock to confusion. In the end, her little head seemed to be filled with big question marks.
After she retracted her head, Qingya also looked into the window curiously.
In the house, the half-burned candle is being repaired bit by bit, and the golden stickers and tears of the candle are constantly changing back to their original appearance.
On the empty fruit plate, those longan grapes were flying around in bunches, and then they were placed in the fruit bowl in an orderly manner.
It was as if some invisible hands were putting these things back.
What exactly is this?
Qing Ya had only seen such a scene in a storybook. It seemed to be a story about a girl who ran out from the snails in the water tank at home to help her master with washing and cooking.
Could that story be true?
And just when the two were about to break in, the setting sun reflected their shadows on the window. As soon as the people inside saw someone outside the door, they disappeared instantly, and the fruits in the air also popped. It fell to the ground.
"No, he's running away."
Hua Qing'er immediately rushed in, while Qing Ya blocked the door, but no matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find any trace.
If it weren't for the red candle that had returned to its original state and the fruit that had fallen to the ground, Qingya seemed to feel that maybe nothing had happened before.
Who is he?
Why does he have to restore this place every day?
Was he always here, or did he come after us?
One question after another tangled in Qingya's head.
Recalling what I just saw, everything else seemed like someone was taking it and putting it back. Only this pair of red candles could repair the burned candles. Human power alone could not do it.
Maybe the key lies in this pair of red candles.
Qingya took the pair of red candles and looked at them carefully for a long time, but found nothing special about them and ordinary candles.
If it were Master, what would she do?
Qingya imagined Liu Bailu looking worried in front of the pair of candles, but the last thing he saw was that she took out the catching wind from her waist and split them in half with a sword.
"No, no, you can't damage other people's things at will." Qing Ya immediately shook his head and shook the picture out of his head.
However, the idea just now did make Qingya think of a way.
The swordsmanship created by Liu Bailu is exquisite, and Sword Thirty-Six is even more all-encompassing.
Among them, the Nine Swords of Lian and Zhen are mainly used to assist oneself. The sword-pointed stars previously used by Qingya can seize the opportunity in the battle and take the enemy by surprise.
Although Lian Zhen has not yet fully understood the first part, it is more or less risky to try new sword moves rashly when the guardian is not around, but now this is the only way.
Great sound and sound.
Qingya controlled the spiritual power to swim in his veins. Under the stimulation of this sword sutra, the spiritual power kept beating in Qingya's veins as if following some ancient rhythm.
Even Qingya's right hand, which carried the sword, couldn't stop trembling.
The moment he grasped the hilt of Qing Ming's sword, the spiritual power all over his body rushed into Qing Ming like the Yellow River bursting its banks. This time, the sword moves were performed more swiftly and violently than any before.
Because of the momentary loss of strength, Qingya fell off the stool. Hua Qing'er immediately supported Qing Ya and leaned in her arms.
Qing Ming, on the other hand, was like the dry land ushering in the long-lost rainy season, instantly absorbing all of Qing Ya's spiritual energy and trembling with excitement along with the movement of the Sword Sutra.
At this time, Qing Ya raised Qing Ming and flicked Qing Ming's sword lightly with his left hand.
Hua Qing'er didn't hear any sound, but she could feel that ripples like ripples were spreading around her. It was no longer spiritual power, but an inaudible sound.
Since he exists in a state that ordinary people cannot feel, then we can find him with a power outside the laws of the world. The wisdom of the ancients is that the formless form is the image of all things.
The elephant is invisible.
As Qing Ming trembled, the setting sun seemed to be swept in by the sound waves. The afterglow shone on the sword, and after reflection, it turned into circles of golden halo.
The sunlight turned into a non-existent filter, finally revealing the two small figures hidden in the room.
