The night is low, and the stars are like a sea. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ning Qingqiu held a cup of spiritual tea, sat on a rocking wooden chair, looked up at the starry sky, and sniffed the floating aroma in the courtyard with the tip of his nose.

The crisp sound of the bead curtain flickering brought back her somewhat ethereal thoughts.

Qiye walked slowly, his eyebrows and eyes were deep and delicate, and when he looked at her, he smiled slightly.

"What do you think? ”

He walked over and hugged the person sideways, Ning Qingqiu almost exclaimed, and the teacup in his hand was almost not held steady.

"What are you doing...... she complained coquettishly, especially gentle in the night, "don't blame me if this tea pours you all over!"

Seven nights don't mind smiling.

He sat down in front of her, placed the person on top of him, and just hugged her from behind, rubbing her soft white cheeks slightly.

“...... Haven't answered me yet. What were you thinking?"

As he spoke, his hand holding her waist tightened.

Her expression just now seemed to remember something that had nothing to do with him, but she missed her so much that she didn't know how to make Qiye feel a little uneasy.

And this feeling is really unpleasant.

So he walked over and interrupted her.

Ning Qingqiu was stunned, not understanding why he had to get to the bottom of this.

After thinking about it, she tilted her head slightly and said, "I didn't think about anything, but I suddenly thought of a poem that is very suitable for the current situation......

"Poetry?"

Seven Nights' long eyebrows frowned completely, he wasn't very good at this.

It is said that in ancient times, there was a vein of Confucianism, and this poetry and song endowment was passed down from this vein of scholars and sour Confucianism.

It's been brilliant for a while, but because this vein requires special talent, and it requires a strong understanding and wisdom in this way, all in all, there are fewer and fewer of them, until now, Kyushu has broken the inheritance.

The poems are still there, but they are boring things recited by mortal scholars, and they have no power.

I didn't expect Ning Qingqiu to like this?

He was a little embarrassed.

Ning Qingqiu naturally believed in the only thing that the Kyushu monks believed in was strength, and literature and art, if they were not close to the Great Dao, they would not be favored.

Gardening is still learned, and the planting of flowers and plants is also the great love of alchemists, but poetry and poetry have really become things that moan without disease......

She just nodded and smiled: "I just came here by chance and heard a few words, and I'm not good at this one." There is a poem that says that the crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the courtyard is full of roses...... Don't you think it's very appropriate?"

Qiye chewed it, but agreed.

This yard is small and exquisite, full of roses, he clearly remembers that Ning Qingqiu does not have too much preference for flowers and plants, but after going around here, he chose this yard to live in, and he was still wondering, it turned out that it made her have associations.

"Beautiful sentence. Do you like crystal curtains, roses?"

He began to think about the future of their home, and it would be arranged like this.

From time to time, she knocked on her preferences, and then started to build the Xianjia Cave Mansion according to her dream home, and when the time came, she took her to see it, which must have surprised Ning Qingqiu.

Thinking like this, Seven Nights has endless motivation.

Ning Qingqiu said: "Well, I used to think that this poem was very beautiful, but now that I see this courtyard, it is concretized from the poem, so I chose here." Won't you dislike it and think it's too ...... Feminine?"

In her heart, if Qiye is in modern times, he must be an absolute supporter of black, white and gray, and cold colors are his favorite, will such a feminine aesthetic make him uncomfortable?

Qiye smiled: "Silly girl, I don't have any pursuit of these, what you like, is what I like." ”

To be honest, he never cared about these, maybe it was because of Ning Qingqiu, he felt that this small courtyard was indeed very beautiful.

Bafang You Yunzhai still seems to have some use.

"By the way, what did you say when the female cultivator who entered the door at the end of the banquet was about to end? I saw that the faces of those infant monks were quite ugly, and they hurriedly ended the banquet......

If it weren't for the emergency, it is estimated that they would have been dragged for a while.

She only vaguely heard that it seemed to be related to the monks sent out by the Eight Directions You Yunzhai to maintain order.

Some people are maintaining the order of the Qingyan Cloud Pillar and the free trading market, and some people are exploring the situation in the small world of the ruins to facilitate the follow-up arrangements, there must be something wrong with some people, otherwise, the people of Bafang Youyunzhai will not have such a big reaction.

How many others die has nothing to do with them, even if the blood red hand is destroyed, they are surprised by the combat effectiveness of Qiye, and they are not at all aware of the destruction of a first-class force, but it is different when it is their turn, it is not a trivial matter to die a little, this is a provocation to the overall behemoth of Bafang Youyunzhai!

Although the report at that time used the secret method of transmitting sound into the secret unique in the sect, but in front of the seven nights, it was nothing.

It's not that he wants to listen to it on purpose, but that kind of secret method is almost equivalent to a straightforward statement in front of him, and if he doesn't want to hear it, he hears it.

He just didn't care.

His fingertips wrapped around Ning Qingqiu's silky hair, this was a small action to express joy in Qiye, and Ning Qingqiu was already surprised.

"It's nothing...... It's just that another team of Bafang Youyunzhai is missing, about three to five people, plus the previous times, there are almost a dozen people missing, and there are no dead or dead people, of course, it will cause turmoil in Bafang Youyunzhai. ”

Missing?

Ning Qingqiu never thought that this was the case.

Is this an accident in the small world of ruins, or is it man-made?

It's no wonder that several Yuanying monks can't sit still and are busy dealing with it, no matter which possibility it is, it is not good news for Bafang You Yunzhai.

Especially those missing monks, why do you have to give an explanation, right?

Whether it is dead or alive, it is always necessary to find out.

"You say...... Is this a natural disaster or a man-made disaster?"

She looked at Nanaya expectantly.

Qiye pursed his lips and looked at her deeply: "Curious?"

"You're not curious?"

He stroked her cheek, very gently, but his fingers seemed to carry electricity, making her body tremble slightly.

"I don't care about anything but you. ”

He said it indifferently, but he was also dedicated.

Ning Qingqiu slapped his hand away and coughed lightly to hide his discomfort, but it was red from the root of his neck to the tip of his ears.

"If you have something to say, don't do it. ”

A warning look at him.

Qiye didn't look at her, but looked at a place in the void with his dark eyes: "Since you're here, come out." ”