After most of the night's tossing, we finally stopped. 1357924?6810ggggggggggd

At this time, Xiao Rong was already a little tired and sleeping on the **, but I didn't feel the slightest sleep.

I found that every time I combined with Xiao Rong's yin and yang, there was a warm current in her body that flowed into my body.

After that, I pulled the warm current into my dantian.

If half an hour has passed, when the warm current is all drawn to my dantian, I find that the previous exhaustion has been swept away, on the contrary, there is a feeling of comfort in my body.

The light of the bright moon shines through the window and shines in front of the window.

I didn't have pajamas, so I got up from the **, and then, took out the black book in my arms, sat under the moonlight in front of the window, and read the book.

During this time, I have been looking through the yin and yang mantras in this black book, and I want to memorize all these yin and yang mantras.

I have already seen the power of the Yin and Yang Curse before, and the 'True Monarch Divine Dog Curse' before has done me a favor.

Of course, I have also learned a lesson, and the next time I use this yin and yang mantra, I will naturally have to be different from person to person. Don't be like last time, be a good person, but don't be rewarded.

To be honest, it's extremely boring to watch this complicated incantation all the time.

It's more boring than doing math problems, but there's no way, I must keep these things in mind. Because if I want to be strong, I can't be lazy.

Although, Han Xiaotian said that I am talented, and I myself think I am a great genius, but I still have to work hard.

That's right, I'm just so awesome, good-looking, talented, and willing to work hard.

Those who say on TV can obviously eat with their looks and live with their talents, but they bite the good men who work hard with sweat, and they are talking about me...

Well, as you can see, I was actually bragging. The reason why I work so hard is because I am afraid of death, and I think that if I don't study the Tao hard, the next time, I will probably be destroyed by any demon or monster.

I'm afraid of death, that's why I'm fighting so hard. No way, it's all forced.

After reading the Yin Yang Mantra for about an hour, I flipped to the back and looked at the notes of the 'Wonderful Calculation Immortal'.

To be honest, I prefer to read the notes later than memorizing those yin and yang mantras.

The notes, though not very ornate, are just as they are, and are very interesting to read.

From that, I also have a deeper understanding of the world of Taoism.

Ahem... I really didn't expect that that wonderful immortal could actually paint.

In this notebook, every time he talks about his experience of slaying demons and destroying demons, when he writes about a certain demon and monster, he will draw an illustration next to it.

At the same time, he would indicate what it was next to the illustration. Moreover, its physical characteristics, as well as its abilities, weaknesses, and so on, will be recorded in detail.

Of course, the level of painting of the wonderful immortals, I really don't dare to compliment it.

My level of drawing is very poor, but this is a wonderful immortal, worse than me. It drew a turtle in that book, but it didn't want a turtle at all, it looked like a child's face...

"Huhu~~" Above the sky, the moon is like frost, through the window, across time and space, and sprinkled on my body.

A cool breeze blew in from outside the window.

It blew on my body and made my body shiver.

Looking at this black book, I have been reading it for more than two hours in a row, and I am a little tired, coupled with the cool breeze blowing on the mat, Jean raised his head and looked at the window.

Outside the window, there was a red apricot, and the red apricot grew into the house with the moonlight.

There was a floral scent that emanated from there and poured into my nose.

There are flowers that can be folded straight and must be folded, don't wait for no flowers and empty branches...

I don't know why, but at this moment, such a poem came to my mind.

"Di Di Di ~~~"

Suddenly, outside the window, there was a flute sound.

The flute sound, as if coming from afar, was ethereal.

I closed my eyes and listened carefully.

From the sound of the flute, I heard a sense of gloom, a sense of longing...

Then, someone was humming softly:

If memory is a piece of sand, then I would like to turn into a sea of sand and bury it in your heart.

If longing is a strand, then I would like to turn it into a love and wrap it around your fingertips.

If waiting is for the sake of encountering, then I would like to pray for it for a thousand years before the Buddha.

If I could look at you in the crowd, then I would like to turn it into a stone bridge, let the wind and rain blow, and let pedestrians trample on it for 500 years...

……

Why is that voice so lamenting?

Why can't her thoughts be wrapped around his fingertips with affection?

When I heard the sound of the flute and the soft humming, my eyes seemed to blow into a touch of quicksand, and I couldn't help but redden.

I gently put away the black book, then stood up, opened the door, and walked out of it.

The inn was large and had a separate garden from which the flute was heard.

I followed the sound and walked slowly towards the garden.

This voice used to whisper in my ear on a full moon night.

This voice once resounded in my heart when I was tossing and turning and unable to sleep.

Her master is a woman, a woman named Jingjing.

At that time, she was like a green apple, stained with rain and dew, and there was a man named Yan Huohuo who secretly picked her one day.

He took a bite of her and set her aside, leaving her alone and melancholy...

The mournful flute still resounded, echoing in every corner of the garden.

Above the sky, there was a bright moon listening to the flute and sprinkling rain and dew, and some people said that it was its tears.

The red apricot quietly lowered its head and dropped a petal.

In the moonlight, the man named Yan Huohuo slowly came to the garden, wanting to pick up the bitten apple again.

He followed the voice, moving quietly.

He came quietly, not even a hint of a breeze, only a chill that filled his heart.

Raising his eyes, he finally saw her.

Her eyes, still like stars, sparkled.

Her hair was still neatly arranged as before, but now, it was no longer tied, but draped over her shoulders.

Her face is still the same as before, which is intoxicating.

Nothing seems to have changed.

But it seems, everything has changed...

Yes, time is merciless, even if you are the same one second and the next second, you are not the same you.

She's changed too...

At least before, no matter what, there was a nonchalant smile on her lips.

But now, no. There is only the sorrow that is absent...

Could it be that your memories have really turned into a piece of sand and are buried in the desert?

Could it be that your thoughts have turned into feelings and dissipated in the world?

She's Jingjing!!

When I saw her, surprise flashed in my eyes.

I want to go to her, I want to tell her out loud that I'm Yan Huohuo... It's back!!

Her flute is still ringing.

In her mouth, she was still humming softly:

If memory is a piece of sand, then I would like to turn into a sea of sand and bury it in your heart.

If longing is a strand, then I would like to turn it into a love and wrap it around your fingertips.

If waiting is for the sake of encountering, then I would like to pray for it for a thousand years before the Buddha.

If I could look at you in the crowd, then I would like to turn it into a stone bridge, let the wind and rain blow, and let pedestrians trample on it for 500 years...

And I, I'm going to run over and tell Jingjing I'm back.

But at this moment, I heard a voice, a man's voice.

"Jingjing, you've been waiting for a long time, haven't you?"

The owner of the voice is a young man dressed in white, he is handsome, he is chic, he is personable.

Even the voice that spoke was so good, with a magnetism, that it was intoxicating.

"I've been waiting for a long time, I've been waiting for a long time..."Jingjing murmured softly, her star-like eyes flashing with fascination!

Why, that short sentence, that gentle sentence, like an ice sword, inserted into my heart.

Let me hurt, make me cold, let me live better than die!!

It turns out that memories can also hurt people's hearts.

It turns out that when you meet, you will also be cold.

I turned around, I wanted to leave this world, I wanted to think about it, I squatted in a corner, I cried!!

"Jingjing, you've been waiting for a long time, haven't you?"

"It's been a long time, a long time..."

If waiting is for the sake of encountering, then I would like to pray for it for a thousand years before the Buddha.

If I could look at you in the crowd, then I would like to turn into a stone bridge, let the wind and rain blow, and let pedestrians trample on it for 500 years...

If I see you, I will have a heartache, I will be cold, and I will be worse than death. Well, I'd still like to see you grow old...