September 11, 1010 in the solar calendar.

Far north, the holy land of falling snow, Meishan.

To ask why.

Where in this world is there and why.

The world is full of confusion and unknowns.

From start to finish.

Today's snowfall mecca has changed its appearance, from the bright golden light on the earth to the haze, and the black fog only takes a day, it seems that the autumn sky is always so moody.

An autumn rain and a cold.

The autumn rain is always mild and cool, and the autumn raindrops fall under the wooden eaves, and the sound of the autumn water is clear and ethereal, like a peaceful music composed, making nature more hazy and dreamy.

Here, in this autumn water.

Huang Yehua sat alone on the wooden bench, staring at the rain. Occasional fallen leaves bring a little gloom. It seems that this is the original appearance of autumn. This is the season when everything is dying, how can it be dull and silent all the time?

The soil of the courtyard gradually became muddy, bringing a moist fragrance. If you clear the black fog, there is no doubt that the sunset will be witnessed. At this moment, it was evening, and the autumn water had already been raining for a full day.

The wooden houses have no signs of insect bites, presumably avoided by a unique spell, or by the smell of insects' disgust. In short, even today, it is still round and shiny.

The hazy sky was dark and oppressive, and it was extremely low. The occasional sudden thunderclap was followed by lightning that tore through the sky. Countless insects shivered under the power of the heavens, lying in their nests.

There are also birds hiding in the dense foliage, and although it is a light rain, it is also drenched. Take-off is inconvenient. I don't know when the cicadas are no longer singing in the mulberry forest.

There was a sense of silence.

Huang Yekui's godless eyes just stared ahead, through the slightest rain. As if looking through the sky, I vaguely saw the past, which was not so far away.

Jiang Zixi, as yesterday, was dispelled by the rain and a little confused and sour. Today's beautiful eyes are shining with a radiant dewy light, and they are sitting next to the yellow nightflower, gazing at the rain.

I saw her lips roll and greet softly.

"Husband, how cool?"

Huang Yekui shook her head, meaning that she did not feel cold.

Jiang Zixi stroked the ring in his hand, quite reluctantly, hesitated for a long time, seemed to have made up some kind of determination, and then spoke.

"Husband, at the beginning, Husband had the name of an unknown prophet, and before parting, he gave Zixi a space ring...... Now, this ring will be returned to the husband at night, and I hope that the husband will not refuse. ”

Huang Yekui was stunned for a moment, her godless eyes were like a cold pool in the abyss, and she couldn't see her look and thoughts. It is like a black haze that obscures the sky, making it impossible to guess its thoughts.

Huang Yekui pushed it back with her hand and said in love.

"Didn't I tell you all, that's a dowry for you......"

Jiang Zixi stubbornly shook the delicate head.

"The husband has not yet started his cultivation, and Zixi can be regarded as entering the hall...... Besides, the foundation is so heavy, if the husband has this ring, the road to cultivating immortals will definitely save a lot of futile things. ”

Huang Yekui smiled, gently stared at the flower-like face close at hand, and then said easily.

"No matter what, I'm also a nightflower. He is the strongest in the world among his peers. It is also the strongest in the future. The night flower is the longing of countless monks, and it is an unattainable dream. ”

"No matter what kind of field the night flower falls into, but the night flower is the night flower, the existence itself cannot be changed, the fact cannot be changed. ”

"Therefore, these external objects are of no use to me. ”

Jiang Zixi gave up.

Huang Yekui said with a smile.

"Lady, can you ...... the peachwood sword I gave you at the beginning?"

Jiang Zixi remembered suddenly, when the two parted. Nightflower once gave herself a wooden sword and a ring. And the wooden sword that he had forgotten was in the spatial ring at this moment.

Jiang Zixi took out this bland peach blossom sword from the space ring. Rubbing and staring.

The autumn rain in the courtyard is fine, it is a slightly cool evening, it has the meaning of bleakness, and there are a few cool leaves scattered on the muddy ground.

This peachwood sword was just an ordinary wooden sword, plain, without a simple and mysterious complex formation, nor was it made of some fine spirit wood. It didn't shine in a slightly dark room.

It's just that this peachwood sword looks like a shy woman, so ordinary, but it reveals a tranquility like the sky, and when held in the hand, it is as warm as the sun.

Jiang Zixi showed a surprised face and looked at the young man beside him who was showing nostalgia.

The young man is like this autumn rain, and there is a little nostalgia in his godless eyes, as if he has met an old man who has been reunited for a long time. It is clearly a calm and immature cheek, which looks like a weathered old man in the autumn rain.

Jiang Zixi felt a pain in his heart, raised his head and stopped looking at him, and closed his beautiful eyes.

Huang Yekui carried the wooden sword behind her back and muttered softly.

"This wooden sword is just an ordinary wooden sword. ”

Jiang Zixi was silent.

Huang Yehua nodded.

"On that day, it was for you. ”

"If there are no such things in the future, let me disperse and cultivate as a ......"

Jiang Zixi shook Zhen's head.

The damp and cool wind in the autumn rain is always so desolate, mixed with the unique sound of willow branches and leaves, the sound of raindrops falling on the muddy ground, and the occasional birdsong is also truly felt.

Summer is coming to an end.

Huang Yehua nodded.

"Although this wooden sword is ordinary, the meaning it represents is extraordinary. ”

"It's beating from me...... On the first day of cultivation, my sister gave it to me and Jing'er. ”

Jiang Zixi knew.

"It turned out to be from Sister Fengye's hand, no wonder, even such an ordinary wooden sword is as clear and holy as the sky. ”

Huang Yehua smiled helplessly.

"This is what my sister gave me and Jing'er...... It's like a token of love. ”

Jiang Zixi stared at the autumn rain.

"Jing'er is ...... is the only woman in this world who is worthy of her husband and king. ”

Huang Yekui is helpless.

The autumn rain is pouring in.

"Jing'er and I were picked up by my sister, this is the cause of my sister's planting, and what my sister needs to reap is what I need to harvest......"

Jiang Zixi has been with them day and night for more than ten years, and they already know each other's lives. But the two never discussed Sister Fengye. So, preach the truth.

"Sister Feng Ye's thoughts, Zixi doesn't want to know. Sister Fengye, who just wants to hide, is far away. ”

Huang Yekui looked at the beautiful woman with a malicious face. Asked with a smile.

"Lady...... Do you really think so?"

Jiang Zixi said truthfully.

Although Zixi has been with her husband, Jing'er and Sister Fengye for more than ten years, every time she meets Sister Fengye, Zixi feels that Sister Fengye is like a star in the sky that cannot be touched. ”

"Sister Fengye will give Zixi the illusion that Sister Fengye is free, unfettered, and freewheeling. Every time I stand in front of Sister Fengye, my mind seems to be being watched, or rather, I am like a transparent person. ”

Nightflower laughed, then stared down at the muddy land.

"Sister, she...... It's just that she's been lonely for too long, and she needs the company of what she thinks is eternal. ”

Huang Yekui said lightly.

For this reason, Jing'er's life has long been fixed...... Thankfully, Jing'er doesn't seem to hate me. ”

Jiang Zixi retorted.

"Jing'er obviously likes her husband the most...... Otherwise, every fifteenth night, the husband would be so tired that he couldn't walk out of bed. Even if today, the husband is already a body without cultivation, Zixi can't do it...... Jing'er is really talented. ”

Huang Yehua was sweating profusely, and I didn't know if it was wet from the rain or from excessive fright.

Huang Yekui explained stupidly.

"How can Jing'er be as powerful as you say, Jing'er is very sensitive......"

"It's my sister who is not easy to deal with......"

Jiang Zixi held his forehead and said with a helpless expression.

"Sister Fengye......"

Huang Yehua nodded.

"What my sister wants, or rather, the purpose of fighting from the beginning, is to really get Jing'er's me. ”

Jiang Zixi sighed, thinking that the future was bleak, and he had to comfort himself at the moment.

"Husband, the matter has come to this, what will happen in the future? Will Jing'er be disappointed in her husband? What does Sister Fengye think?"

Nightflower chuckled softly.

"At this moment...... Sister and Jing'er are waiting for us......"

Jiang Zixi's eyes lit up, obviously in disbelief.

"The saint is very talented, and she is not much better than her husband, but unfortunately Zixi doesn't know Jing'er and Sister Fengye. Zixi has always felt that Jing'er is arrogant and is about to give up her husband......"

Huang Yehua could only chuckle.

Although Jing'er is extremely low-key, she never shows her dew, and there are very few people who have seen her appearance. In the whole world, except for me and my sister, I am afraid that my mother knows it best......"

Jiang Zixi was surprised.

"After all, Zixi is just a personal maid. And the saint doesn't associate with Zixi...... Zixi has no contact with the outside world...... The husband only took Zixi to play elsewhere. ”

Huang Yekui smiled.

"For the rest of my life, it's all about playing. ”

"After all, the road to cultivating immortals is full of killing machines, and if you move, you will die, even if you do, you don't dare to act rashly. ”

"Take your time. ”

Jiang Zixi smiled.

"It's sunset, and according to the rain, I'm afraid it won't stop. ”

Huang Yehua looked at the autumn rain.

The moonlight orchids planted in the soil are particularly delicate, shining intoxicatingly under the dim sky, like holy moonlight.

Huang Yekui was slightly stunned, turned around and walked towards Jiang Zixi.

The woman is twenty-two years old this year, compared to the maid two years ago, the woman is more tall and delicate at this moment, her eyes like spring water bloom with seductive color, and the quiet body fragrance permeates this humble dwelling.

The weather-beaten woman is more demure and gentle, like clear water out of hibiscus.

Huang Yekui gently hugged the woman and muttered.

"I just want you ......"