The mornings in Jiahuang Mountain are always exceptionally clear. The white horse bones on Yunqin Peak sway in the wind, and the petals dance to echo the distant sound of wind chimes from the Black Pagoda. The faint fragrance of sandalwood permeates the humidity of the morning, fainting.
The warmth of the rising sun.
In the slightly plain Yunqin Hall, Baili Fengjian walked through the long corridor, the train of his clothes was wet with dew, the light and shadow fell on his chiseled jaw, and the green stubble was clear and wanton. Finally, he stopped at a
In front of an exquisite hut, he knocked on the door slowly and slowly: "Are you up? Today is the mountain sacrifice ceremony."
After a while, a muffled and confused voice came out: "Sleepy."
"I'll give you a stick of incense to put away." There was no room for negotiation.
"I don't want to think about it." He continued to lie in bed and act like a fool.
"Otherwise, you won't be able to go down the mountain for a month." He said calmly.
There was silence in the room for a while, and then there was a ping-ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong sound of washing. Just as the incense was burning, the door opened with a bang, and Jing Che walked out with a dark face, and his eyes were still happy and awake.
Feeling anxious.
In fact, in the past two years, Jingche has not learned much about the exquisite swordsmanship of the Sword Master sect. The only benefit of joining the Sword Master sect is that he does not have to get up early every day to practice like the disciples of the main peak. The so-called upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.
There are only two masters and apprentices living in Yunqin Peak. Without anyone to control them, Baili Fengjian at least still has self-control, while Jing Che can do whatever he wants.
Therefore, the image of Jingche left outside is that of being uneducated and unskilled, keen on getting into trouble and taking risks, acting recklessly, and being careless, comparable to her master Baili Fengjian. But how would others know that, in the final analysis, the key point is still Baili
The master Kazama is too lazy and inactive. Such a noble word as tireless in teaching really does not apply to him.
In fact, Jingche's talent in cultivation is ridiculously high. She can do whatever he teaches her. However, she doesn't realize that she has such a talent, and she doesn't think much about making progress. In addition, she has no other people to encourage her, so she can only learn one and a half tricks of everything.
However, she is not good at learning the style. Once she learns it, she is extremely demanding on herself and will not give up until she has perfected it.
However, the master and the apprentice often started quarreling when they disagreed. Even if they were punching each other and drinking and having fun one second, they would most likely be bitter and feuding with each other the next second. In this atmosphere, it was
It is difficult to concentrate on practice.
"Why don't you tie your hair up?" Baili Fengjian looked her up and down, and finally grabbed her long hair and asked with an eyebrow.
Pulling back his hair, Jing Che replied impatiently: "The crown is so ugly, I won't tie it up."
Nanqiong disciples, both male and female, must tie their hair. The rigid and meticulous hair-tying crown always makes everyone look indistinguishable from male to female. Jingche has resisted this thing since he first came to Nanqiong. He always takes care of his hair according to the rules.
He comes here because he likes it. Some people appreciate and some people hate this unique style. However, Baili Fengjian has always been indifferent to this because he himself does not tie his hair.
But today, it was not appropriate to dress up so casually. Baili Fengjian picked her up and walked into the house, pressed her down and sat her down in front of the dressing mirror, and said: "In the mountain sacrifice ceremony, you will not be allowed to fool around."
He stood behind her, leaned over to take the wooden comb, and reached out to pull out the wooden hairpin from her hair. A head of black hair fell into his hand and slid away softly. The touch in his hand made him startled.
Suddenly, for no reason, he thought of her long hair entangled in his fingertips and her soft girl's body pressed tightly against his clothes in the cold spring water two years ago. At that time, the situation was urgent and he didn't think much about it, but now that he thinks about it...
…so fragrant…
Fortunately, he covered his eyes with a black cloth at that time, otherwise, he would not know how to face his young apprentice now.
"Why are you so upset? The boss scolded me for being late, not you." Jing Che muttered. For once, he did not argue with him, but urged him to tie her hair quickly.
His technique of combing his hair was extremely skillful, his slender fingers were running through the black hair, and his focused and deep eyes were a bit strangely gentle.
Wanqingsi, Wanqingsi, he once tied up another woman's hair in this way. Her smiling face and her loving pupils were all vivid in his mind. However, his eyes inadvertently met the young apprentice's beautiful peach blossoms in the bronze mirror.
The eyes were two completely different faces, but they still gave him a slap in the face.
In the yellowed bronze mirror, these eyes seemed to be filled with heavy fog. It was impossible to see to the bottom at a glance. They seemed drunk but not drunk, and even more hazy. There was a cinnabar tear mole in the corner of the eye, which looked pitiful. However, she had been raised in the past two years.
His face has become much rounder and now has a standard oval face. When he first came to the Nanqiong Sect, he had become as thin as a melon-seed tip.
He also didn't realize when his little disciple became so beautiful. Because too often, he deliberately ignored her blooming and her growth. She was his disciple, and he had a clear boundary in his heart.
"Okay." He calmed down slightly and patted her shoulder.
Jing Che took a careful look at her in the mirror. Her hair was raised high, she looked upright and honest, and she didn't seem that ugly.
She turned back and smiled with satisfaction at her master. The half ray of sunlight in the early morning spread directly to the bottom of her eyes, bright and upright.
Instead, he dodged for a moment, then pursed his lips, rolled up his sleeves and robe as if nothing had happened, turned around and walked out.
The mountain sacrificial ceremony has already begun, but the master and apprentice are still belatedly arriving.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, one stepped onto the high altar, and the other stood among thousands of disciples. Anyway, they were already irredeemably undisciplined. Jing Che didn't care, and Baili Fengjian didn't care either.
The lengthy mountain worship ceremony lasted for most of the day and finally ended after the mountain bell rang three times.
Jing Che, who was even drowsy even standing up, suddenly came back to his senses. The disciples around him had already left in an orderly manner. In the confusion of the crowd, she narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Baili Fengjian above the altar.
He stood high on the altar, with the sunlight shrouding his side, and his face was majestic and solemn.
Today, he changed into a clean and neat white robe, and did not bring the wine gourd. He took off his usual slovenly appearance and dressed up neatly, but still exuded an unruly and domineering air.
Is this really the master who played bets with her in the back mountain, drank till she was in a puddle of mud every time, and often coerced and induced her to admit that she was very powerful? How come a person who usually seems to be a boss and not serious, now looks like this?
Like a god, it seems that with her mortal hands, she can't even hold the skirt of her clothes through the wind, so far out of reach.
Much later, when Jing Che was going through the darkest days in his life, he would often inexplicably think of Baili Fengjian at this time, and his heart might not be bitter. She was not a human being, and he was not a god. But he still became more and more obsessed with her story.
Go further and further.
At this time, there was a soft pop on the altar. Not many people heard it. They turned around and took a few glances. There was incense curling up in front of the bronze cauldron. There was nothing unusual about it, and they continued to leave.
Jing Che was waiting for Baili Fengjian to return to Yunqin Peak together, so he looked carefully and saw a cloud of white smoke curling into a human shape falling to the ground. Even his unruly master bowed humbly.
I don't know what kind of big shot this is, emerging from the bronze cauldron of the Mount Sacrifice. Anyway, I guess Baili Fengjian won't be able to leave for a while.
She rolled her eyes, and while he was not looking around, she could just go outside and buy some chestnut cakes. She simply blended in with the crowd and went out. When she got to the mountain gate, she took advantage of the crowd to avoid the gatekeeper's eyes and ears, and left Jiahuang Mountain with her sword.
.
After crossing Qianzhiling, she put away her sword and walked boldly into the border town. She met a blind Taoist priest with a white flag in his hand and the two big black characters "Fortune Telling" shining brightly in the sunlight.
Isn't this the magic stick A Ye? He looks quite human-like when he meets her face to face. But when I think of the nonsense words A Ye said to her in the casino - he cursed her as a bitter lover, and said that she and his master
If you have an unethical relationship, you will immediately feel angry.
Then he stepped forward and blocked his path, and said in a clear voice: "Oh, you bastard, why are you still here bluffing and deceiving?"
As soon as Ah Ye heard Jing Che's voice, his expression suddenly became sneaky. He rubbed and grabbed Jing Che's sleeves and whispered in her ear: "Sister-in-law, I'm still making a living by telling fortunes. You
Don't expose me."
"Who told you to talk nonsense?" He exhaled through his nostrils and snorted disdainfully, but when he heard about life, his heart finally softened.
In this troubled world, it is not easy to find a profitable business.
"Sister-in-law, I just made a lot of money from a landowner. Look at what I can buy you to make amends. You must not expose me."
Since it was the landlord's money, Jing Che spoke righteously and agreed without hesitation. His quick eyes moved around and he pointed at the cloth shop next door: "I bought that dress."
Aye agreed hastily, followed Jing Che's paused gaze and saw a finely crafted red dress hanging in the cloth shop.
His heart skipped a beat, and he thought it was a coincidence. When he saw Jing Che just now, he pinched his fingers and gave her a fortune-telling. However, he didn't know whether it was because the girl's destiny was too weird, or because his skills were too weak.
I couldn't figure it out, I just saw a woman in red in her future.
However, naturally what he was thinking could not be exposed. Since he was pretending to be a magic stick, he had to hide his real talents. He obediently took out the money and asked the store.
However, when he heard the store's price, Jing Che was just about to say it, so Ah Ye bought it without hesitation. Jing Che was just joking, but he was slightly surprised and took a closer look at the red dress.
She had never tried such a coquettish color before, thinking it was too bright and eye-catching. However, when she saw this dress, her eyes jumped and she liked it inexplicably.
The satin used is jacquard silk with a dark plum pattern. It seems to be a thin cotton middle coat inside, and the hem of the skirt is decorated with dots of delicate white plums. It is not the best material or the best embroidery, but it makes people look at it at a glance.
I can't put it down. You must know that when she was in the imperial capital, she might not even like the clothes made of fine Sichuan brocade. If there were slight flaws, she would put them at the bottom of the box.
Very eye-catching.
Jing Che didn't want to take advantage of others, so he smiled generously at A Ye and said, "Thank you."
Aye presented the clothes like a dogleg, and after leaving the cloth shop, he took the opportunity to chat with her about the strange things he had experienced on the road, such as outsmarting bandits, sneaking across Shanhaiguan, and encountering the Hidden Character Army on the road, which completely bluffed him.
The eloquence of people who cheat people out of money was fully displayed. However, Jing Che was arrogant and well-informed, so he didn't make a fuss. He listened to it in one ear and out the other, and he just listened to it as a storyteller.
Before sunset, she looked at the sky and said she was going back. However, when they talked like this, they were friends who met by chance, and there was always a sense of unfinished business, and Jing Che's farewell was particularly sincere.
She was so careless that she couldn't see Ah Ye sneaking behind her and following her footsteps into the barrier of Thousand Ridges.