September 13, 1010 in the solar calendar.

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

When the light of dawn climbed again to the far east, the fiery red glare slanted on the earth. Through the windowsill, the light shines on the three people sleeping soundly on the bed.

The water droplets on the flowers and branches of various colors gently drip into the soil, and the still moist petals and green leaves have faded away from the summer heat, as if they have been reborn, and they seem to have a fresh and refined sense of déjà vu.

There were disciples walking on the muddy streets, trampling on the soft and slippery ground, exhaling the extremely clear aura after the rain, and walking towards the disciples' hall.

Subsequently, more and more disciples did this, and when they stepped on the bluestone slab, they couldn't help but turn their heads to look around, and the osmanthus flowers that exuded a fresh fragrance hung high on the branches, shining with an alluring luster.

The air is always so clear after a heavy rain.

In the sound of the birds' soothing chirping, Huang Yekui opened his godless eyes, and the early morning sunlight was slightly dazzling, making him subconsciously squint. The soft touch from all over his body made him hum comfortably, and the fragrance and gentleness from his fingertips made Huang Yehua feel like he was in a fairyland.

"Nightflower ......"

The woman lying in the crook of Huang Yehua's arm opened her hazy beautiful eyes, and she was completely sleepy. The woman's delicate body looks particularly crystal clear in the morning light, like a flawless delicate jade.

"Huh?"

Huang Yekui snorted softly, it was obvious that such gentleness was an act that would lead people into the abyss.

The woman gently rested her cheek on her chest, staring at the hazy fairy face in front of her, she ...... It's just beautiful. A few strands of silky green silk are gently draped on its pink cherry lips, which looks even more pure and pitiful. The skin is blooming with a delicate luster like jade, which is indescribably soft and smooth. The proud posture is incomparable, so that life does not have the mind of competing with each other. Yang Shihan muttered softly.

"Bed...... Some are small. ”

Seeing this, Huang Yekui was hot in her lower abdomen.

"Hmm...... Let's go to the city and have a look. ”

Yang Shihan's cheeks were rosy, and he knew in his heart that he was fantasizing about something unserious, so he persuaded him with good words.

"Nightflower, women are for care and pity, if you are like you...... How can my sister bear it. ”

As he spoke, Yang Shihan put on his clothes. This is the monk's uniform that Jiang Zixi brought yesterday. The two of them have similar postures, but Yang Shihan is slightly shorter, but his figure is not much different from Jiang Zixi.

It's just as blood-pumping and irrepressible.

In comparison, its willow-like waist is more delicate, full of delicate and slippery. Therefore, it seems that the hips are more round and clean, like the moonlight on the fifteenth night. Because it is because the woman has no cultivation, she is often unbeatable.

But it is a surprising fit with the phoenix night flower.

A pair of long legs as soft as snow, which are all the beautiful fantasy legs in the world, are not much different from Jiang Zixi, although the length is not as good, but it is more delicate.

The black silk is like a waterfall, and it is tied into a bunch by the woman at will. Draped over a smooth and beautiful back. As you gaze downward, you'll find a slender waist that defies common sense......

Huang Yekui looked at the sleeping woman again, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Between such a delicate waist and beautiful legs, how could such a huge thing be born.

Yang Shihan, who was trying to wear dirty clothes, sighed weakly.

Huang Yehua picked up the monk's robe.

Only in the fragrant and fragrant, under the caress of the golden light at the beginning of the morning, beside the blooming flowers, the quiet beauty sleeping quietly, the corners of her tender mouth raised slightly, as if in her sleep, she encountered something happy.

After Yang Shihan cooked some porridge, Huang Yekui claimed that there were some things to understand, so he greeted the morning light and rushed out of the door.

Leaving Yang Shihan, who was alone and sorrowful, stared at the weeping willows in the courtyard in a daze.

"Nightflower ......"

Yang Shihan was a little stunned and couldn't accept it. She needs time, a long time to understand the situation.

Fragments of memories slowly emerged.

That distant first encounter.

For a couple who have made a personal commitment for the first time, it takes not only too much courage, but also unparalleled self-confidence.

Yang Shihan believes that she has grown up in misfortune and survived in sighing. In a world full of despair, there is a joy that separates the fireworks from the world, and the so-called loneliness and self-isolation are like this.

What she needs is someone like herself.

It is the goal that all young talents in this world dream of, whether it is Huang Yekui or Jiang Chun who is a sword flying immortal, whatever it is, he doesn't care at all.

Don't care about anything.

All you need is a look.

One, a look that can empathize.

I have also fantasized that I am destined to not be able to step into the avenue, if one day in the future, I will live with a young man who is also like this, and be a happy fairy couple. And then, for decades.

Therefore, on the night of the first acquaintance, I did not have any burden, and it can be said that God has mercy on me after all, and I am sincerely grateful.

I didn't expect that I would be greeted by another abyss.

Far more sour abyss than not being able to tread on the avenue.

That night, the candlelight flickered in the dusk.

He lay side by side with the boy on the bed.

If the boy does something rough, he will not be able to resist, and he will not resist. That's pointless.

Unexpectedly, the young man who originally imagined that he should be shy will close his eyes with a blushing face, and then he can't sleep all night, and he is at a loss.

But this young man seems to have been accustomed to being accompanied by beauties, and he can't help but have a shy face, but instead takes the initiative to give up his shoulders, signaling that he can sleep on a more comfortable pillow.

Far beyond my own expectations.

The bed in my boudoir is a single bed, which is only suitable for sleeping alone. Now it is hard to add an adult man, it can be imagined. Yang Shihan was forced to crawl on half of his body on the young man's steel-like body.

It's an unexpected fit for each other.

Either way.

What shocked me even more. The beauty is in his arms, but the young man is conscious, and his godless eyes are as smooth as autumn water, and they are as holy as the starlight of hundreds of millions of years in the night sky.

From the young man's eyes, he knew that he had no lust.

also muttered in his heart whether he would not lift it. After all, although his own appearance is not a country or a city, there are not a few people who admire him.

So, Yang Shihan asked. The tone was actually a little complaining.

"Am I not pretty enough?"

The young man's godless eyes were clear and flawless.

"Girl, I was not mentally prepared. I...... Although he is a waste person with no cultivation, the bottom line is still there. Such a despicable thing as taking advantage of people's danger...... It can't be done. ”

Yang Shihan's autumn-like eyes were horizontal.

"You wood, you deserve to be reduced to this!"

The boy was puzzled.

Yang Shihan felt that his already short life was going to be even shorter, and he was going to be angry to death.

"You wood!"

Yang Shihan repeated.

Then he grabbed the young man's rough big hand, but he trembled because he was too shy, and gently covered the place where the clothes were dirty.

The boy only felt that he had climbed a soft snow peak, and the slippery and soft touch was like the most tender silk in the world.

Yang Shihan held on to it, and the young man had no choice but to follow her willfulness.

"You, your name, what is your name, your name. ”

Yang Shihan trembled because of excessive shyness.

The boy shook his head and replied.

"I have no name and no surname now. ”

"If you want, girl, you can call me a nightflower. ”

When Yang Shihan heard this, the look that was still shy just now was swept away, and turned into a curled up posture, and her delicate and flawless face was full of wanting to laugh, but she was enduring it.

"You, you, well, I'll call you the Nightflower!"

The woman was clearly in a good mood.

The young man stared at the woman with a look of pity for the fool.

"I see, I see. Girl, I'm afraid there is a hidden disease that I dare not do for outsiders, right?"

Yang Shihan slapped the young man on the chest.

"You're only having a hidden disease!!"

The boy aggravated a few times.

"Hmm...... Don't do that. ”

Yang Shihan's delicate body trembled, and she couldn't help but stop him.

The boy said truthfully.

"Girl...... Why is this so?"

"Huh?"

Yang Shihan, who was reminiscing and nostalgic, obviously didn't listen carefully to the young man's words.

The young man's godless eyes stared at the woman and said seriously.

"Girl...... With the girl's family background, what kind of talent can't be found?"

"Why, why, to help me in despair, girl, girl, girl, how much impact the girl's momentary actions have had on me, on the life of Huang Yehua?"

Yang Shihan was stunned.

"Why, why do I have to marry those monks as wives? Those monks, I hate them the most. ”

"Why are you inferior to them?"

"I've seen you when you're bathing. ”

Yang Shihan had an aftertaste.

The boy apparently didn't believe her rhetoric. And he preached earnestly.

"Girl, is this the hope you give to those who wander in the depths of despair?"

Yang Shihan did not answer.

"Is hope in the depths of despair?"

The boy said.

"Well, then, I'll be a girl. ”

Yang Shihan's face turned red.

"You don't want to be like this, I'm just, I just happen to like it, I just like your eyes. ”

"What hope is there, despair. ”

"I'm just looking for a man I can empathize with. ”

"It just so happens that you are a rare existence......"

"I cherish it!"

"Isn't it normal to spend decades with someone as strange as you?"

"There are so many whys there. ”

Yang Shihan muttered.

"Hmm......"

The woman snorted comfortably again.

The teenager explained.

"It's too noisy......"

Yang Shihan trembled with anger.

Then he turned away, ignoring the annoying man.