This suggestion is reasonable and reasonable. Of course, Shi'er will not object. However, Qiuqiu can't think of a name for the moment. She has never given a name to a dragon. Dragons can fly in the sky and swim in the water.
Liyou, accepting this kind of spiritual pet is as powerful as turning on a cheating device. The name of the dragon must be cool and domineering, so that when you take it out in the future and call it out, it will make people envious, jealous, and hateful.
As a result, the first name that pops up on my lips... is indeed quite domineering and fits the characteristics of being able to fly.
Megatron...
Yes, Qiuqiu lowered her head silently and said sorry to Xiaolong in her heart.
This name... well, of course I can't use it.
But she didn’t know if it was a bad start, but she couldn’t think of anything later. No matter how she thought about it, she always kept thinking about the words Wei, Zhen and Tian. Weiwei? Zhenzhen? Tiantian? These are all
What a name.
"What were you thinking about?"
Shi'er said calmly: "After a while, when it grows older and you can identify what species it is, it won't be too late to name it."
This is true, Qiuqiu nodded in agreement: "That's right. I don't know whether it is a male or a female yet. It won't work if the name is inappropriate." For example, name the little girl Liangliang and the little boy Hong.
Red and the like... It's one thing to be laughed at by others, but if it causes a psychological shadow on a child, it's a lifelong matter.
Shi'er closed the book: "Have you finished packing your things?"
"Well, there is nothing to pack." Qiuqiu took out two palm-sized Qiankun bags from his sleeves and put them in front of Shi'er: "These are all your things. Fortunately, I packed them before the fire broke out on the mountain.
Get up. Or let the fire burn it out and return it to you."
Shi'er shook his head: "You can keep it for me. I have a lot of things to do recently and it's inconvenient."
Qiuqiu didn't push it back and forth with him anymore. Anyway, she and Shi'er had never differentiated between each other, and no matter who put things in the same place.
Shi'er continued to read, while Qiuqiu leaned against him in a daze.
She was carefree in Xiuyuan Mountain - Senior Brother Jinghai was originally very kind to her, but Qiuqiu asked Elder Huang and found out that Senior Brother Jinghai died after a monster dug out his heart. His body was not even buried, so he just threw it away
The real fire burned it to ashes to prevent the evil poison from spreading and spreading. However, Elder Huang also told her that Jinghai was the disciple of Master Yuxiang after all. Even if he is not taken seriously now, Master Yuxiang ordered someone to build a tomb for him. Inside
What was buried was the sword and clothes that Jinghai had brought with him.
Brother Jinglu heard about the previous incident. For Jinghai's death, Qiuqiu was arrested for no apparent reason and was imprisoned for several days. She suffered a lot. But it seemed that she didn't hold any grudge and still wanted to go.
He paid homage to Jinghai. He admired her kindness very much. He also said that when the weather gets better, he would accompany her to pay homage to Jinghai.
Qiuqiu touched the gold ring on her arm.
Senior Brother Jinghai is not like the others on the mountain. He just wants to use her. He takes care of her and does not expect her to repay him.
Qiuqiu recalled saying goodbye in front of the library that day. She felt embarrassed because she was unwilling to accept the gift, and just wanted to leave quickly.
Who knew that that farewell would be forever.
Just when Shi'er asked her if she had anything else to do, Qiuqiu said that she wanted to pay homage to Senior Brother Jinghai.
Shi'er put down the book and said, "I will go with you tomorrow."
The weather remained the same the next day. It was cold, wet, and snowy. The burial place at Xiuyuan Mountain was on a shady hillside. Very few people went there, there were no roads at all, and everything was frozen by ice and snow. So it turns out that Jinglu said
, I have to wait until the weather gets better before going to the festival.
Shi'er stepped on the flying sword and took Qiuqiu across a long stretch of road and a mountain stream.
Qiuqiu's feet are on the ground and her heart is at ease. When her body is hanging in the air, there is no sense of stability at all.
Of course Shi'er wouldn't throw her down, but she was just a little scared.
Shi'er put away her sword and straightened Qiuqiu's cloak.
Qiuqiu breathed a sigh of relief, raised her head to look, and was stunned.
She knew this was the cemetery in Xiuyuan Mountain, but she didn't expect the cemetery to look like this.
There are many ascetics, but only a few people have reached immortality. Many people have practiced for many years, but in the end they return to dust and dust to earth. Almost all of these people are buried here. The tombs have all been covered with snow, and only the small stele in front of the tomb is still exposed.
A section of the mountain is also covered with thick snow. Looking from a distance, the mountains and plains are all over the place. From the peaks down, you can’t see the edge at a glance. They are all pale gray marks of tombstones. Looking further into the distance, there are dark clouds and mist.
Can't see clearly.
So desolate, so desolate.
They were also people who once cultivated immortality and sought Taoism, but in the end they still returned to the earth.
Maybe one day in the future, she and her master will also be buried here.
As a person of two generations, Qiuqiu did not feel scared when she saw such a scene. She thought, with so many seniors buried here, did they have any grudges when they were alive? If two enemies were buried next to each other, Izumi knew
, will they keep arguing? If I were buried here in the future, I would have to be next to my master and sister, otherwise this place would be so big and lonely.
"What are you thinking about?"
When Shi'er asked, Qiuqiu told the truth what she was thinking. Even a calm person like Shi'er couldn't help but say to her: "She only knows random thoughts."
"How can this be random thoughts? We will all have this day."
Shi'er took her hand and said seriously: "You should be more ambitious. Although these seniors did not succeed, the path they took was not wrong, but they did not reach the end. We follow their path
We have to go further than them to live up to the hard work and teachings of our ancestors."
He rarely spoke like this, so Qiuqiu also became serious and nodded in response: "Yes, you are right."
Although she didn't think she could attain Taoism and become an immortal, she became an immortal because Senior Sister Jingxin gave her family a large sum of money, and her father was like selling her to the sect.
The master taught her and she learned.
There are also benefits to cultivating immortals: you are protected from all diseases, you can live for a long time, you can go to far away places, you can see and hear many things that the world does not know.
At least that's what Qiuqiu thought at first.
But later, she finally understood that master led her through the door and cultivation was a personal matter. Master told her the way, but how to take steps and what kind of path she took was all up to her.
Every bit of exploration into the mysteries of heaven and earth, every bit of progress and understanding, is a kind of training for the body and mind. She vaguely feels that this road has no end. Because no matter how long a person's life is, the universe is also broad.
Infinite, this road will never come to an end.
It's just that some people go higher and further.
Qiuqiu walked forward step by step according to Jinglu's instructions. The disciples of Jingzi generation were buried alone. The traces here are still fresh, Jinghai and the brothers who were just killed were buried here.
Qiuqiu swept away a piece of snow in front of the tomb, took out the fruits, wine and vegetables, laid them out one by one, added incense, and sprinkled the wine. Since everyone had come, it would not be good to just offer sacrifices to Brother Jinghai. Everyone buried here is
All the fellow disciples were poisoned by monsters this time.
Qiuqiu simply swept away the snow on several other tombs and sprinkled wine to pay homage to them.
Shi'er helped her clear the snow and stood aside to watch her pour the wine. When Qiuqiu looked up, she realized that Shi'er had blocked the wind for her intentionally or unintentionally.
This person is like this, he has done so many things, but he never talks about it.
When they arrived at the tomb at the far end, there was snow on the monument, covering the words. Qiuqiu brushed away the floating snow and was stunned for a moment.
She turned to Shi'er and explained: "She is the possessed disciple on Lotus Peak - we went down the mountain together some time ago."
This is Jing Fei’s tomb.
But Qiuqiu saw with her own eyes that she had turned into a puddle of black sewage. This grave was probably also a tomb of clothes.
Although the relationship between the two is not very good, even if they are not good friends, they are still acquaintances. When they first met, Jingfei was so lively and straightforward, but now Jingfei is just a cold word on the tombstone.
Shi'er knew that Qiuqiu was soft-hearted, which was not good for a Taoist. Her heart was too soft, too entangled, and easily confused by external things. But Shi'er felt good about everything she looked at, and there was nothing bad about her.
place.
She must have been feeling emotional again.
Shi'er took two steps aside to give her a quiet and independent space.
Qiuqiu took out a bag of preserved fruits, picked a few and piled them in front of Jingfei's grave.
"You have always liked eating this kind of preserved fruit. It turns out that I said I would give you a pack... Now just treat it as if you have eaten it."
When she patted her clothes and stood up, she saw Shi'er standing not far away.
The snow was thick and Qiuqiu was short, so walking in the snow was very difficult.
When she was still a few steps away, Shi'er turned around and stretched out his hand to her.
Qiuqiu held his hand to lend strength, walked the last two steps, and stood beside him.
"What are you doing here?"
Shi'er pointed to the tombstone in front of him: "Look."
Qiuqiu looked at the tombstone he pointed at with some confusion.
The monument must have been a few years old, and the words on it are somewhat eroded. There is a strange name on it, with the word "generation", which means the generation of the master's master.
But what’s worth seeing?
Shi'er knew she was careless and moved her fingertips slightly.
Qiuqiu's eyes followed his fingertips.
Ah, Qiuqiu opened her mouth slightly and couldn't look away from that spot.
There is a small lone goose carved there.
The look of this goose is not unfamiliar to Qiuqiu, it is exactly the same as the one engraved on the scroll and pen box.
"this……"
Qiuqiu's first impression was that the person buried in the grave was the person who painted the painting? Then she thought, no, if it was that person buried, who could carve words on his tombstone after death? This is not a fairy tale.
, not interested in being haunted.
It should be said that the person who carved the monument is probably the same person who painted the painting. The person buried in this grave should have a lot to do with him.
It is true that there is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and there is another village where the flowers are bright and the willows are dark.
Qiuqiu never expected that she would make such an unexpected discovery here just to visit the grave. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest
motivation.)
ps: There are a lot of things going on today, so I can only update it once... I'll see if I can add another update tomorrow...