This is the closest hut to the thatched hut with the bell.

Temporarily, I lived a bell and a little scholar who cared for the bell.

In the thatched hut, on a table made of large planks of temporarily cut nanmu, teaspoons, tea needles, tea drains, tea tongs, tea rules, and tea tubes are ...... The six gentlemen should be all in place.

Outside the courtyard, the shadow of the moon dappled the snow, and the wooden fence swayed in the wind.

However, the thatched hut was as warm as spring.

Perhaps because of the nightfall, although there was rain and snow outside, even a needle could be heard in the grass house, and it was as quiet as a meditation room at this time.

The figure of a girl in a fluttering dress is reflected on the large wooden board of Nanmu.

She's the bell.

Under Lang Lang's clear glow, her pale and delicate face has a kind of birth.

This time on the mountain, Ringing Bell, like all the brothers, has made great progress in cultivation.

Because of the "clearing" of the tea, she lived in this courtyard for her to make tea.

With a light hand, in the depths of her consciousness, Ringing secretly sent her consciousness and went down the mountain col to visit the lotus pond at this time on the bank of Ganhua River in the suburbs of Kyoto in the Southern Zhou Dynasty.

In Ganhua Creek, a large area of lotus leaves has been slightly yellowed, and there is dew hiding on the lotus leaves.

At this time, the faint dew that was dyed with the winter moonlight was gently twisted by the true qi of the bell.

Somehow, at this critical juncture, her beautiful, heavy long eyelashes closed downward, and drops of transparent, pure dew were led back by her divine sense, and they had already gone up the great barren mountains thousands of miles away, and fell straight into the jade bowl of the small grass hut in the heavy snow.

Qingwen was lying on the bed, as if she was asleep, wandering in the "Seven Levels and Eight Desolations" where she had broken her meridians and weak veins.

Although he was close to the bell, he didn't know how the bell was behaving at this time.

Carefully covering the jade bowl with green leaves, the bell gently picks up a bowl of water made of precious dewdrops, and the jade bowl is crystal clear, and the dew inside the bowl is clear and clear.

Ringbell then carefully placed the bowl in a specially made wooden barrel.

Holding the wooden barrel in her hand, Xiyue did not add clothes, for fear of waking up the little scholar, she walked lightly to the courtyard of the snow, closed the lid of the wooden barrel, and put it in a small snow house the size of a cabinet that had already been built with snow bricks and sealed it.

The precious dew collected from this collection was beautifully frozen overnight, and I don't know what it was used for.

At this time, Qingwen was still in a dream, and the bell was already covered with stars and moons.

The sound of the wind, the sound of the snow, and the voice of the ambition of hating the family and the country, echoed in the depths of the barren mountains on a snowy night......