The forty-first cane went to the south and lifted the robe into the shallow pool.

Hearing this, Qin Ying handed a map to Ruqi.

Sumire knew last night that Qin Ying was going to Zhongnan Mountain, so she deliberately picked up the lamp and drew a very careful picture.

This map is only five feet in size, but it covers one hundred and nine fang cities in Chang'an City, and the Zhongnan Mountains on the outskirts of Chang'an City.

The streets of the city and the mountain paths are clearly visible.

From this hand-drawn map, it is enough to see Sumire's true feelings for Qin Ying.

The name of Fang City, Mountain Peak, and Yuhe River is not marked on the map, and Qin Ying does not know how to walk to Longtian Temple with it.

Ruqi unfolded the map and looked at the light for a long time without speaking.

"How? Do you know how to get around? Qin Ying couldn't bear the silence and took the initiative to ask.

"I heard that Longtian Temple is located in Taiheyu, that is, at the foot of the east mountain of Guifeng Mountain." Ruqi bent down his long body and pointed out the general location of Longtian Temple on the map, "We can enter the mountain from Chang'an County"

Qin Ying's gaze involuntarily fell on his hand. I saw that the other party's knuckles were distinct and not abrupt.

——Maintain the ground like ten fingers, never touch the spring water.

She quietly glanced at her hand, and suddenly became a little jealous.

"Okay, listen to you." Qin Ying didn't hear what Ruqi said at all, so he responded briefly.

It was not yet noon when they entered the dense forests of Nanshan.

Qin Ying was a little hungry, so she untied the water bladder on her waist and drank half of it in one go.

"Let's rest for a while." Ruqi walked in front of her, and after hearing her bold drinking water, he said, "And wait for the little monk in the same place for a while." ”

So saying, he walked away from the mountain path and went deep into the thick forest.

The weather in April is warm and humid, which is the best for plant growth. The canopy is lush and shades most of the blazing afternoon sun.

The breeze is blowing, and the trees are noisy. Qin Ying looked down at the light chips shaking on the ground, and her heart was playful.

She jumped and jumped on the uncertain light and dark dots, showing a bright smile.

Ruqi picked some unripe fruits, and when he came back, he bumped into this scene.

He stood there with interest, watching the light and shadow cast from the treetops shatter and then come together.

A strand of green silk hung down from the bun on the top of her head, and Qin Ying raised her hand to pull her naughty hair behind her ear.

When her gaze wandered, she saw Ruqi. Most of his figure is hidden in the shade of the tree.

Qin Ying touched his nose and smiled at Ruqi.

He walked up to Qin Ying with the things in his arms: "Huojing persimmon, but it's not ripe yet." Do you want to eat it? ”

These green fruits are small and don't look very tasty.

She stopped digging the valley a few years ago, and she never fell three times a day. Gradually, he developed the temperament of a foodie.

She was really hungry and uncomfortable, so she tentatively picked a good one and wiped the smooth green persimmon on the cuff.

Seeing Qin Ying frowning tightly, he smiled and said, "Don't look at its pitiful appearance now. When it ripens in autumn, the skin of the fire crystal persimmon is crystal clear, and the whole body is a gorgeous fire red. Not only is it beautiful, but it is also delicious. ”

Qin Ying was hooked by him and drooled, and resolutely decided to close her eyes and take a sip

Unripe fire crystal persimmons are not as astringent as expected.

Swallowing with a strange expression, she thought to herself, barely able to eat at noon.

"Fire crystal persimmon?" She muttered the name of the fruit and made a note of its pitiful appearance.

Looking back on her previous life, her sister seemed to use fire crystal persimmons to make a very sweet pastry.

Just when Qin Ying was running away, Ruqi had already untied the bags on his back.

He took out a clean white ramie cloth from it and poured all the green persimmons in his arms on the cloth.

"Come and eat together?" For example, Qipan sat next to the ramie cloth and called softly.

Qin Ying took the last small piece of pulp in his mouth and nodded kindly.

The three persimmons entered his stomach, and Qin Ying began to be curious about the person next to him: "Xiaodao Hanging Star, what is the master's number?"

He slowly gnawed the persimmon clean, and then said: "The little monk is like seven." And so on, like five, six, seven, eight. ”

Hearing such an interesting explanation, she grinned: "How did you come up with your legal name?" I feel that the first word is serious, and the last word becomes casual. ”

"It's true. The age of the little monk's shaver is a little late, and there are many apprentices to accept. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to remember, so he gave us the numbers according to the numbers. ”

Qin Ying laughed and teased: "So, the Venerable Master has also given the Dharma name of one and two? ”

Ruqi stretched out his arm and took another fruit to gnaw, but just nodded silently when he heard it.

She turned her gaze to look at him, and saw a wooden bead around Ruqi's right wrist: "This is"

"The shaver wears a wooden mallet as a prayer bead and presents it to the little monk. It also reminds the little monk to recite the Buddha's name from time to time. Ruqi's left hand covered this rosary bead and rubbed it slowly.

Qin Ying let out a faint sigh. She also doesn't believe in Buddhism, and when she hears about Buddhist practice, she automatically ignores it.

Ruqi seemed to know that Qin Ying didn't want to listen to more in-depth content, and after brushing over the topic, he turned to ask:

"You can talk to Fa Lin and the others on the layman's podium, and I think the master you are from is also a master, right?"

She coughed dryly and said: "It can also be regarded as an immortal master surnamed Yuan, with the Taoist name Tiangang." Now he lives in Chengdu Mansion Qingyang Shop. ”

exchanged information about the name and the master they had inherited, and the two of them became familiar with each other unconsciously.

It is not good to eat too many unripe persimmons. Ruqi quickly wrapped the rest of the fruit and carried it behind his back.

In the afternoon, the sky was overcast, and the dark clouds quietly covered the light of the sun.

A cool breeze blew from one end of the woods, driving away the midsummer heat without a trace.

Ruqi unpacked his luggage again, took out a hat made of white thatch, and then buckled it on Qin Ying's head.

"If there is a sign of rain, wear it just in case." He knotted his baggage and lowered his eyes to look at the short Qin Yingdao.

Qin Ying held the unsuitable hat in one hand, raised his head and looked at the other party speechlessly.

The big hat was over her head, and it was a little funny that it was crumbling.

Ruqi looked down at her from top to bottom, and couldn't see Qin Ying's full forehead.

I saw that her eyes were wet like some kind of small animal. He chuckled, "Let's go." ”

He was right, but in an instant the sky began to rain.

The bean-sized summer rain accompanied by a thunderclap fell on the northern foot of Zhongnan Mountain.

The range that the hat can cover is very large, Qin Ying's robe on the upper half of his body is not very wet, and Ruqi, who is walking in front, is more miserable.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the abundant rain is being vented heartily.

He was drenched in the rain, and the bamboo cane in his hand sank into the soft red soil as he walked, poking small holes along the way.

"Let's find a place to shelter from the rain." Qin Ying trotted to catch up with Ruqi and said to him side by side.

(Author's note: I really can't write emotional dramas, Kavinka cried.) ）