The morning in Jiahuang Mountain is always a little clearer. The white horse bones on Yunqin Peak swayed in the wind, and the petals danced to echo the wind chimes from afar above the ink tower. The faint scent of sandalwood permeated the humidity of the early morning, blurring the warmth of the morning sun.

In the slightly simple Yuntan Hall, a long corridor was passed through by a hundred miles of wind, his clothes were wet with dewdrops, the light and shadow fell on his well-defined jaw, and the cyan stubble was distinct and wanton. At last he stopped in front of a delicate hut and knocked on the door unhurriedly: "Are you up?" Today is a festival of mountain sacrifices. ”

After a while, a muffled and confused voice came out: "Sleepy." ”

"I'll give you a stick of incense to clean up." Don't give half a point of room for negotiation.

"I don't want to." Continue to lie on the bed and splash it.

"Otherwise, I won't even want to go down the mountain for a month." He was calm.

There was silence in the room for a while, and then there was the sound of ping-pong washing. Just as soon as the incense was burning, the door opened with a "bang", and Jing Che walked out with a black face, and his eyes were still full of joy without sleep.

In fact, in the past two years, Jing Che of the Sword Saint Sect's exquisite swordsmanship has not learned much, and the only benefit he gets from worshipping under the Sword Saint Sect is that he does not have to get up early and practice in the morning every day like the disciples of the main peak. The so-called upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, Yun Qinfeng only has two masters and apprentices to live, and when no one is in charge, there is at least self-control in the hundred miles of wind, and Jing Che can do whatever he wants.

So Jing Che's image on the outside is that she doesn't learn and has no skills, she is keen on taking risks, splashing and rolling, and her degree of hanging is comparable to that of her master Baili Fengjian. But how would others know, all of this boils down to the point that the master of Baili Kazama is too lazy and inactive, and such a noble word of teaching people tirelessly does not apply to him.

In fact, Jing Che's cultivation talent is ridiculously high, she will do whatever he teaches, but she doesn't know that she has such a talent, and she doesn't think much about progress, plus she has no encouragement from others, she only learns one and a half tricks of everything. However, she doesn't learn, and once she learns, she is extremely demanding on herself, and she must learn perfection before she stops.

However, the master and apprentice often quarrel when they disagree, even if they are still playing fists and drinking happily one second, the next second they are very likely to have bitter hatred and hatred. In such an atmosphere, it is difficult to concentrate on cultivation.

"Why don't you tie your hair?" Baili Feng looked her up and down, and finally pulled her long hair, and asked with horizontal eyebrows.

Pulling back his hair, Jing Che replied impatiently: "The crown of the hair is ugly, so I don't tie it." ”

Nanqiong disciples have to tie their hair regardless of gender, and the rigid and meticulous hair crown always makes everyone look indistinguishable from male and female. Jing Che has been extremely resistant to this thing since he first came to Nanqiong, and he has always taken care of his hair according to his liking, this maverick style is admired and disgusted by some people, and Baili Kazuma has always been indifferent to this, because he himself does not tie his hair.

But today, it's not appropriate to dress up so casually. Baili Feng picked her up and walked into the house, pressed her honestly to sit in front of the dressing mirror, and said, "The mountain sacrifice ceremony, you can't be fooled around." ”

He stood behind her, leaned over to take the wooden comb, reached out and plucked the wooden hairpin from her hair, and a black and green silk tilted into his hand, sliding softly away. The touch in his hand made him stunned.

Suddenly, for no reason, I thought of the cold spring divine water two years ago, her long hair was wrapped around his fingertips, and the soft girl's body was clinging to his clothes. He didn't think much of it when the situation was urgent, but now that he thinks about it...... So fragrant......

Fortunately, he was blindfolded with a black cloth at that time, otherwise now, he wouldn't know how to face the little apprentice.

"What's the matter, it's not scolding you when you're late." Jing Che muttered, it was rare that he didn't raise the bar with him once, but urged him to hurry up and tie her hair.

His hair is extremely skillful, his slender fingers shuttle through the black hair, and his focused and deep gaze has a bit of strange tenderness.

Wan Qing silk, Wan Qing silk, once he also tied another woman's hair like this, her smiling face, her loving pupils, everything is vivid. However, his gaze inadvertently looked at the beautiful peach blossom eyes of the little apprentice in the bronze mirror, which were two completely different faces, but they still made him feel a meal.

In the yellowed bronze mirror, these eyes seem to be covered with fog, and they can't see to the bottom at a glance, as if they are drunk but not drunk, and they are even hazy. A cinnabar tear mole in the corner of the eye, pitiful. However, in the past two years, she has been raised to be much rounder, and now she has a standard goose egg face, and when she first came to the Southern Dome Sect, she was thinned into the tip of a melon seed.

He didn't realize when the little apprentice was so beautiful. Because too often, he deliberately ignores her bloom and her growth. She was his apprentice, and he had a clear line in his heart.

"Alright." His expression lifted slightly, and he patted her on the shoulder.

Jing Che took a closer look at her in the mirror, her hair stood up high, she looked upright, honest, and she didn't seem to be so ugly.

She turned back and smiled at her master with satisfaction, and the half rays of sunlight in the early morning spread straight to the bottom of her eyes, bright and bright.

Instead, he dodged for a moment, then pulled his lips, and casually gathered his sleeve robe and turned to walk out.

The mountain sacrifice ceremony has begun, and the pair of masters and apprentices are still belated.

In front of everyone's eyes, one stepped onto the high altar, and the other stood among the thousands of disciples. Anyway, it's already an irretrievable loose image, Jing Che doesn't care, and it doesn't matter if it's a hundred miles of wind.

The lengthy festival lasted for most of the day, and finally ended after the mountain bell rang three times.

Jing Che, who could be drowsy when he was standing, came back to his senses, and the disciples around him had already left in an orderly manner. In the chaos of the crowd, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and her eyes met the hundred miles of wind above the altar.

He stood high on the altar, the sun shining at his side, and his face was majestic and solemn.

Today, he changed into a clean and neat white robe, and he didn't bring a wine gourd, taking off his usual unkempt appearance, dressed up in a regular manner, but still revealing an unruly domineering spirit.

Is this really a master who fights with her in the back mountain, drinks and turns into a puddle of mud every time, and often coerces and lures her to admit that she is very powerful? How can a person who usually looks like a boss is not serious, but at this time he looks like a god, as if with her mortal hands, she can't even hold the wind of her clothes, so far away.

After a long time, when Jing Che spent the darkest days in his life, he often thought of the hundred miles of wind at this time, and his heart may not be bitter. She was extraordinary, and he was not a god. But he still walked further and further in her story.

At this time, there was a soft sound on the altar, and not many people heard it, so I looked back a few times, and the incense in front of the bronze tripod was curling, and there was nothing abnormal, so I continued to leave.

And Jing Che was waiting for the hundred miles of wind to return to Yunqin Peak together, so he looked carefully, and saw a cloud of white smoke curling up to the ground, and even the self-rebellious master bowed humbly.

I don't know what kind of big man this is, coming out of the bronze tripod of the sacrificial mountain. Anyway, it is estimated that it will be impossible to walk away for a hundred miles of wind for a while.

She rolled her eyes, and while he didn't care, she could go out and buy some chestnut cakes and come back. simply mixed in the flow of people and went out, and when he arrived at the mountain gate, he took advantage of the crowd to avoid the ears and eyes of the disciples guarding the door, and the sword went out of Jiahuang Mountain.

After crossing the Thousand Ridges, she put away her sword and swaggered towards the border town, and met a blind Taoist priest with a white flag in his hand, and the two big black characters of "fortune telling" were shining brightly in the daylight.

Isn't this a god stick! It looks like a human being so head-on. But as soon as I remembered the nonsensical words that Ah Ye said to her in the casino-cursing her as a bitter lover, and saying that she had an affair with his master, I immediately became angry.

Then he stepped forward and stopped his way, and said in a clear voice: "Yo, god stick, why are you still swaggering here?" ”

As soon as Ah Ye heard Jing Che's voice, his expression suddenly became sneaky, rubbed and pulled Jing Che's sleeve, and leaned into her ear and said, "Grandma, I still point to using fortune telling to make a living, don't pierce me." ”

"Who told you to talk nonsense?" He let out a breath from his nostrils and snorted disdainfully, but when he heard it, his heart finally softened.

In this troubled world, it is not easy to find a business that can make money.

"Auntie, I just earned a lot of silver from a landlord, you see I bought something to make amends for you, don't expose me."

Since it was the landlord's money, Jing Che said righteously and agreed without hesitation. The smart eyes rolled around, and casually pointed to the cloth shop next door: "That dress, I bought it." ”

Ah Ye hurriedly agreed, followed Jing Che's paused gaze, and saw a finely crafted red dress hanging in the cloth shop.

He chuckled in his heart, secretly exclaiming that it was a coincidence. When he saw Jing Che just now, he pinched his fingers and honestly calculated a hexagram for her, but I don't know if this girl's life is too weird, or his skills are too shallow, he can't calculate anything, he only sees her future, there is a woman in red clothes.

However, what he thought in his heart naturally could not be exposed, and since he had a magic stick, he had to hide a few hands of real talents, so he obediently took out the silver and asked the store.

However, when he heard the store's offer, Jing Che was about to say it, so Ah Ye bought it without hesitation. Jing Che was just joking, but he was slightly surprised, and took a closer look at the red dress.

She had never tried such a bewitching color on weekdays, and she felt that it was too bright and eye-catching. However, when I saw this dress, my eyes jumped, and I liked it inexplicably.

The satin used is jacquard silk with dark plum patterns, which seems to be a thin cotton tunic inside, and the hem of the skirt is decorated with delicate white plums. Neither the best clothes nor the best embroidery, but people can't put it down at a glance. You must know that when she was in the imperial capital in the past, she may not be able to look at the clothes made of Shu brocade, and she took them to the bottom of the box with slight flaws.

Very eye-catching.

Jing Che didn't come to take advantage of the softness, so he smiled generously at Ah Ye: "Thank you." ”

Ah Ye presented his clothes like a dog's leg, and when he left the cloth shop, he took the opportunity to talk to her about the strange encounters on the road, what kind of outwitted bandits, smuggled through Shanhaiguan, and met the hidden word army on the road, completely giving full play to his good eloquence of bluffing people and cheating money. However, Jing Che was arrogant and well-informed, and he didn't make a fuss, his left ear went in and out of his right ear, and he listened to it as a storyteller.

As the sun went down, she looked at the sky and said she was going back. However, after chatting like this, the two are friends who meet in Pingshui, and there is always a sense of unfinished business, and Jing Che's farewell is also very sincere.

She was so grinning that she couldn't see Ah Ye sneaking behind her, following her footsteps into the enchantment of the Thousand Ridges.