Spring is expected to bloom steeply, and the chill is gradually dissipating.

The mist of Changling is scattered in a place, rolling down to the ground, such as the dragon's spine flowing, the valley around is not much high, vaguely shrouded in a layer of clouds and mist, this time to walk in it, there are three points of fairyland.

The female disciples of the White Deer Cave Academy were in front, one male and one female hanging their tails.

Unloaded the waterfall piano box and put it in front of the Qin Jun who was carried by the carriage, his body was empty at the moment, only holding Changqi in his arms, wrapping his arms, his clothes swaying in the wind, and carrying the fragrance of flowers and plants in March and April.

Letting go of many shackles, she only felt unusually relaxed on her body, stretched out her jade neck, and took a gentle breath.

Then spit it out slowly.

This is the self-cultivation method of the White Deer Cave Academy, after Mr. Su Musha broke through the realm of Nirvana, he specially taught her, so that she should not carry too much, and let go when she can put it down, not too restrained, but it hinders the avenue.

The two walked slowly.

He spoke slowly and softly: "Thank you, Mr. Ning Yi." ”

Ning Yi waved his hand and said with a smile: "You thank me, it should be me who thanks you, in addition to you, there are also Mr. Shuiyue and Mr. Su Musha, the two gentlemen take care of me quite a lot, although they have not been able to meet each other for this time, but your heart and help to me, bit by bit, Ning Mou has remembered it in his heart and will not forget." Not now, not in the future. ”

The sound of the carriage and horses in front of him gradually faded away, and I don't know if it was because the speed of the car was already fast, or if those "empathetic" disciples of the White Deer Cave Academy deliberately sped up their speed to create a quiet and solitary environment for the two people behind them.

Ning Yi smiled a little embarrassedly, and said seriously: "The waterfall qin is placed in front, is it okay?"

Qin Jun shook his head, biting the words very lightly, and said, "It's okay." ”

Ning Yi let out an "oh" and explained with a smile: "Sword cultivation has always been a sword in his hand, I thought you were too, every time I looked at you before, I felt that it was quite inconvenient to carry a huge piano case on my back. Now it's up to you ......"

The distance between Ning Yi and Shengsheng is about half a shoulder, not close, not too far. He looked at it from a distance, and found that the figure of this academy gentleman was much better than his impression, slender and slender, and it could even be said to be particularly moving, especially under the black floor-length skirt, through a layer of tulle, a pair of looming long legs could be seen.

Qin Jun smiled and said, "Look at me now, how about it?"

"Look at you now, you look like a female sword cultivator, or a master outside the world, the kind that is powerful. ”

Ning Yi smiled and spoke, after speaking, he retracted his gaze and put his mind on the Qiang Mountain Changqi, I have to say, if Qin Jun does not carry the heavy and huge guqin, does not have a cold face, and hugs the long sword at this moment, he is really a free and easy sword cultivator, and he has a three-point detached posture.

"Female sword cultivator?" Qin Jun smiled: "The kind that is amazing, the one in your yard?"

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

"Mr. Ning Yi can rest assured, I don't have any temptation. She said slowly and softly: "Miss Pei is a very spiritual girl, the sword energy in the courtyard is more than enough, even if she is not the kind of female sword cultivator who is 'terrific', at least she is a small success, she is willing to help Mr. go to Qingshan Mansion to vent a bad breath, and can quietly teach Qingjun a lesson, this kind of realm is always higher than below." ”

There is a hint of self-deprecation in this sentence.

Ning Yi sighed and simply stopped explaining.

Slowly, he suddenly laughed, "Is Mr. busy going home?"

Ning Yi

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Shaking his head, he said: "What I told her was that she was going to Changling, and she might not be able to rush home for dinner, but now it seems that before dark, you can go back to your home, even if there are some things on the road that are slightly delayed, not too late, you can do it." ”

Qin Jun raised his head and looked at the sky, it was not yet twilight, but there was not much left, so he said softly: "Go back to Tiandu from Changling, with your and my cultivation, if you are in a hurry, it will only be half a stick of incense." ”

She hesitated.

"Ahead is the shore of the lake, can you please delay Mr. Ning Yi for some time...... Walk with me?"

......

......

The ice on the shores of the lake has melted.

Fish swim beneath the surface of the water, shuttling between the leaves and the current.

The twilight light stretched the shadows of the two people on the lakeside very long.

Qinjun's voice poured out slowly.

“...... The difficulties of cultivation, the future of the academy, and the many sufferings are probably like this. ”

On the way, she spit out some thoughts to Ning Yi, these things are not a big deal, and on the way to practice, they can only be regarded as some trivial troubles.

It's all trivial, minutiae, such as the specific problems and thresholds that Qin Jun encountered when she was practicing on the sound path, how those questions stuck her, and how she couldn't get answers....... For Ning Yi, he had no way to answer these questions, so he could only listen dullly without saying a word.

Bailu Cave Academy has come all the way, before the sword weapon was justified in the first battle, the slow days have been very aggrieved, and painful, she has no one to talk to, and she is surrounded by fellow sisters who need her care and care.

Ning Yi somewhat understood this feeling.

If those junior sisters knew that even the great gentleman of the White Deer Cave Academy, Qin Jun, had a lot of small and bitter things, as well as uncertain things, I am afraid that the awe-inspiring invincible image in their hearts would collapse overnight.

That's a lot of things.

Ning Yi couldn't imagine that there was something that Xu Zang couldn't do.

The people of the Great Sui have always believed that His Majesty is omnipotent.

The voice is slow, and when it is put in the White Deer Cave Academy, it is the object of the young generation and everyone looking up, so ...... She deserves to do it all with ease.

But she couldn't.

"Is there really such a person in the world? Cultivation will not encounter barriers, all problems will not stump him, he will never feel discouraged and frustrated, he will never make mistakes and hesitate......" Ning Yi silently asked himself this question in his heart.

A stranger's name came to his mind.

Luo Changsheng.

The "immortal man" who has never met seems to be such a person?

Hurriedly shook his head.

"Mr. Ning Yi, thank you very much, you are willing to listen to me so much. ”

Qin Jun's voice became very gentle, if it was seen by the rest of the academy, I am afraid it would be impossible to imagine that this was the senior sister who almost never smiled in their eyes.

The depression is very deep, and I vomited it today, which soothed a lot.

Qin Jun can't show her weak side to the people around her, and she must not confide in her master. 、

There was a wind blowing.

Ning Yi saw a black tulle, which flew up slowly, with a faint fragrance, and was blown in the direction of Zizi Lake by the wind.

He looked at the slow-voiced side of his face in a daze.

That cheek is not so beautiful that it will captivate the country,

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peerless and moving, but quiet and indifferent, even with three points of weakness.

Qin Jun covered his appearance with a veil, which caused a lot of public opinion and speculation from the outside world.

Among the various opinions, the most widely circulated and accepted by everyone is that the voice is slow and beautiful, and the appearance is concealed, in order to keep a low profile, so as not to cause many incidents.

In fact, she took a veil to cover her face, just to hide the soft facial features of this natural little woman, so as to establish a solemn and cold image.

Today in Zizi Lake, seeing each other frankly, Qin Jun removed the last veil of mystery to Ning Yi.

Ning Yi was in a trance for a moment and asked seriously.

"Haven't asked for advice yet?"

After knowing each other for so long, he only knew that the woman in front of him was respected as the "Qin Jun" among the four gentlemen of the academy, and among friends, he shouted the nickname of "slow voice", but he didn't know her real name.

Qin Jun, who had taken off his veil, glanced at Ning Yi meaningfully, and came to the shore of the lake, sparkling, a broken grass boat was unmanned, moored in the middle of the lake.

The sound is slow, with the fingertips as the pen, slow and serious, word by word, and the lake is squeezed away by the sound waves.

Ning Yi muttered: "Jiang Feng Yuhuo is ...... to sleep."

The sound wave was wrapped in water vapor, submerged into the lake, the starlight threw stones, and soon dispersed, Qin Jun wrote this line of words with his fingertips, looked at it for a long time, and then laughed softly: "I am the same as you, fatherless and motherless, just here by the lake, picked up by the master, when the swaddling clothes were thrown on the lonely boat, the master said that I was so cold that I shivered, but I didn't cry, I thought I had suffered misfortune, sleeping in the world, I didn't expect that I was still alive, and with my eyes open, I didn't look like a mortal, so I moved my heart of compassion." ”

Ning Yi watched Qin Jun unload a bag of cloth bags with one hand, loosened the red rope that tied the cloth bags, and said with a smile: "This is the only thing left for me by my biological parents who abandoned me." ”

It was an old yellowed wooden plaque, tied to a dried red maple leaf, the handwriting on the wooden plaque was mottled and illegible, and the word "red leaves" was neatly written.

She waved her robe, and the starlight dissipated, and the water on the surface of the lake was shattered, except for the remaining three words, which were reassembled and slowly blended together.

Sound, sound, slow.

Jiang, Mian, Maple.

Ning Yi looked at the starlight on the lake, his eyes reflected the heavy snow in Xiling, the wooden sign with a slow voice, and the red leaves, which reminded him of some past memories.

Heavy snow thrown from West Ridge.

He didn't meet a gentleman like Su Musha, so he silently survived the most bitter ten years of his life in the Xiling Bodhisattva Temple.

Qin Jun said softly: "Mr. Ning Yi, I admire you very much, it actually takes a lot of perseverance and courage to come out of Xiling and come to Tiandu, and to get to this point. ”

Ning Yi laughed at himself: "There is also luck." ”

If it weren't for Xu Zang, Ning Yi would still be in Xiling now, still struggling.

"Try to find them?" Ning Yi looked at Qin Jun, "With your current status and strength, you can try to find them." ”

"What if you find it?" "Joy, anger, sadness, pain? A person can have a thousand faces, but there are always some things that no matter which one you put on, you don't want to face." ”

"The Great Sui has actually not been peaceful, and the pair of men and women I would rather give birth to have died in the smoke and turmoil of the Great Sui. She whispered, "So that even if I find them, in the face of a tombstone, I will hate and resent, and I will forgive them in the end." ”

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