Fireworks in March, peach blossoms are blooming in ten miles, and the colorful colors reflect the world, making the originally withered Laicheng full of the feeling of spring and all things flourishing.
There are children running out of the city, playing in the peach grove, and the peach blossoms are connected together, making them seem to be playing in a pink smoke cloud.
None of the adults have anything to worry about, because they all have to work on the farm outside the city, so it would be nice for the children to have a place to play.
Anyway, the area around Laicheng is very safe now, and no one dares to commit any crime here.
"It's great, there are so many children."
Sihua was carrying a flower basket and picking peach blossoms under a peach tree.
This is something that must be done during the flowering period. Jiang Sibai planted peach trees not just to enjoy the flowers, but also to harvest peaches.
If you want peaches to grow well, you must remove some excess flowers during the flowering period. Otherwise, too many nutrients will be taken away by the flowers, or the peaches will grow too densely, and good peaches will not be produced.
Jiang Sibai imitated Sihua's look and picked flowers there, but no matter what, he couldn't be as graceful and graceful as Sihua. Fortunately, his personal cultivation allowed him to be elegant enough.
"It's a good thing that there are more children," he said.
"There will be more of them in the coming years."
"Senior sister, you really know how to plant peach trees."
Jiang Sibai felt that his peach cultivation was mechanical and emotionless, unlike Sihua's peach cultivation, which was full of poetry and logic.
Sihua said: "We Shuige disciples have nothing else to do except daily practice, music practice, and dance practice, so many disciples will spontaneously take care of the peach grove outside the pavilion, and slowly we have summarized some Come with experience.”
Jiang Sibai nodded and said, "Practice brings true knowledge. When the peaches are born, we will make peach wine."
Sihua slightly raised the corners of her mouth and made a nasal sound: "Yeah."
She had a trance, as if time had stopped during Jiang Sibai's year in the water pavilion.
It was like she and Jiang Sibai had never left the water pavilion.
This idea is actually quite 'filial'. After all, in this way of thinking, other people seem to be superfluous.
Just when Sihua was infatuated with Qiannu's heart, a sound of laughter as clear as a bell came from the side.
Then I heard Qiuniang say happily: "Master, I didn't lie to you, senior brother, this place is extremely beautiful!"
Jiang Sibai looked closely and saw Qiuniang leading her master, Shenji Zhenren, towards here.
This is not the point. The point is that the real person Shenji still has a freshly cut peach blossom branch on his head.
It's just that this peach branch is a bit too big. From a distance, it looks like... it's like a bid for sale.
Jiang Sibai felt it was a bit irritating to his eyes. What was going on with this aesthetic?
But one thing is certain, this ten-mile peach garden has obviously aroused the heart of the two-hundred-year-old girl Shenji Zhenren.
Sihua covered her mouth and smiled as she walked forward and said, "Uncle Master, please Sihua help you tidy it up. It's not convenient for you to wear it like this."
Master Shenji hurriedly picked off the big peach branch on his head, and then said with slightly red cheeks: "It seems a little heavy, but Qiu Niang said it is very beautiful."
Jiang Sibai glanced at Qiuniang and saw that this girl also had two peach branches stuck on her head... The price of the first one was X2!
The aesthetics of the master and the apprentice are indeed on the same line.
He picked off the flowers on Qiuniang's head in a funny way, and then watching Sihua's movements, he cut off a cluster of twigs with only a few bright and full peach blossoms, and then inserted them into Qiuniang's bun.
Looking at it this way, the style has completely changed.
Originally, that large branch of peach blossoms was too much, but it turned against the guest and took away Qiuniang's own glory.
Now with a little embellishment, it brings out the beauty of Qiuniang herself.
And Sihua also smiled and explained: "This hairpin is just for decoration. Uncle Shi and Qiuniang are naturally beautiful, so being so elegant and simple can set off our looks better."
Master Shenji waved his hand, and a water mirror appeared in front of him.
She looked left and right in the mirror and said happily: "She looks much prettier. It's your girl from Shuige who knows how to dress up."
It is also bitter to say that Shenji grew up in Luoyun. She was a Taoist nun from the beginning and never took good care of herself.
Now I suddenly realize that I can look so good when dressed up, and I immediately open the door to a new world.
Who says female nuns can’t dress up?
When she was young, she was also called Fairy Yuanling!
Sihua smiled bitterly and said: "We in Shuige love red makeup much more, and we cannot compare to our uncle who is so smart, smart and tough."
Master Shenji paused for a moment, and suddenly said calmly: "If I had a choice, I would also like to be a junior sister who loves red makeup, but my senior brothers have entrusted me with this responsibility, so I can only I can carry it."
When Jiang Sibai heard this, he was in a trance, remembering why Headmaster Yuan Yi only had one disciple, Master Shenji, and he was still so young.
Now that I think about it, there must be a bitter past here.
Master Shenji has always been a junior sister, so what about the senior brothers of the junior sister?
If there were senior brothers taking care of her, how could the little junior sister wear plain clothes all her life and carry Luo Yun's heavy burden on her weak shoulders.
If she had the love and care of her senior brothers, the little junior sister should have loved Hongzhuang and been carefree.
Thinking of this, Jiang Sibai couldn't help but rub Qiuniang's head. He knew why this child was favored by Yuandao Peak from top to bottom.
To the senior brothers on Yuandao Peak, Qiuniang is the little junior sister who should be taken good care of.
But for Master Shenji, this is like her substitute!
Jiang Sibai had feelings in his heart, and suddenly remembered something and said: "Uncle Master, you see we have three of the 'Five Friends of Tianyin' here today, why don't we sing a song together to express our feelings?"
Master Shenji was surprised when he heard this, then nodded and said, "What a good suggestion."
As she spoke, she took out her vowel bell.
Sihua also quickly took out her jade flute.
Jiang Sibai sat down on the ground and placed the guqin on his legs.
Speaking of which, the vowel bell is a magic weapon, and the jade flute is also a spiritual object, but his guqin is just a mortal object.
Theoretically, the music he played using mortal objects should be unable to match the previous two.
It's just that his piano music has its own spirituality, and its spirituality is no worse than Master Shenji's vowel bell.
This is his own spirituality.
It was also an understanding he had in his nightmare.
Since you have your own spirit, why should you borrow it from others?
Therefore, he can manifest spirituality through any mortal object, even without any need for any entity at all. If he has a tune in his heart and taps it at his fingertips, it will be a heavenly note.
To be honest, even though Jiang Sibai is only refining Qi and transforming into gods, his understanding of the world and himself, and his Dao realm have actually exceeded the limitations of the Five Qi Dynasty.
After all, many cognitions here require contact with the void, and they can only be understood after changing a different perspective.
But Jiang Sibai doesn't think that he can solve the world's problems by contacting the void.
After all, he is just a small cultivator, how can he fight against the great magical power that seals the world?
When he thought about it, perhaps the only way out was the information Wang Jian revealed in his nightmare, but it was also very dangerous.
Today, April 4th, is an extra update for the Qingming Festival. I will sleep in during the Qingming Festival.
(End of chapter)
