The dilapidated temple is hung with a horizontal plaque on the door, on which the word red lotus is written.

Ning Que didn't expect that such a remote mountain temple actually had an official name, and when he helped Sangsang into the temple and saw the few red autumn maples in the courtyard, he understood the truth.

The rain was dripping, and the temple was filled with a slightly cold dampness, Ning Que looked for the monks in the temple, took out the silver ticket, and said that he wanted to spend the night here, and his wife was quiet and quiet, and he was unwilling to listen to other movements.

The two monks didn't understand what they meant at first, and they were not happy to leave the temple in the rain, but when they saw the amount on the silver ticket clearly, they immediately became empathetic - the Red Lotus Temple was very broken, and there was nothing valuable, even the Arhat statues in the main hall were painted with mud tires, and they were not as important as the silver tickets.

The two monks boiled a pot of boiling water, and left some things necessary for life, and told them that there were a few acres of monks' fields under the mountain and that they would live there, so they squeezed under a broken umbrella and left the temple.

At this time, it was still early, but there was no serious food on the journey, Ning Que was a little hungry, went to the back kitchen of the temple and tasted a few plates of vegetarian dishes prepared by the monks, and felt that the taste was ordinary, so he took out a large bag of dried meat from his luggage, pinched two handfuls of ginseng, and threw it into the pot to boil a large pot of broth.

After the soup was cold, he carefully fed Sangsang a small bowl, soaked the rice in the broth, and then took out the ginseng-scented pieces of meat from the pot and threw them outside the threshold.

The big black horse smelled the ginseng, came over curiously, lowered his head and sniffed twice on the piece of meat, and found that it was not fresh meat and that it was ginseng whiskers and not whole ginseng, so he paced away in disappointment, and went to shelter from the rain under the maple tree in a daze.

Ning Que scolded with some annoyance: "The ginseng goblins given by Senior Brother Eleventh are almost eaten up, if you are still picky eaters like old cows, beware of starving to death on the road......"

The big black horse ignored him, raised his head and smelled the fragrance on the maple tree, and proudly thought that although he was a fool, he was also a fool of the academy.

Sang Sang's illness is a little serious, and the cold breath in his body is very annoying, but I don't know if it is because of the success of the divine cultivation or the continuous soaking of strong wine, even if he is sick, it is not as terrible as the one in Chang'an City, but he looks sick and has no energy and is very easy to feel tired.

Ning Que fished out another piece of meat, poked it with chopsticks until it was finely shrugged, and then mixed it into the rice, Sang Sang took the drinking bowl and ate it very hard, and after drinking today's ration of half a bag of spirits, his spirit suddenly seemed much better.

"If you endure it again, there will be about four days before you can get to the Rotten Ke Temple. ”

Preparing a fire to keep warm at night, Ning Que brought two large pieces of coarse firewood, sat on the threshold, lowered his head and chopped, thinking that although the black carriage was comfortable, it would inevitably be a little bumpy after all, and if he met a better inn on the road in the next few days, he should still let Sang Sangdo lie down for a while.

Sang Sang was lying on the monk's bed, the quilt covered her lower body, she looked at Ning Que, who was busy with the ball, and suddenly thought of those days many years ago, when it was not her who cooked and chopped wood at home, but him.

Feeling her gaze, Ning Que looked back into the room, looked at the tired look on her slightly dark face, and said seriously: "I don't know why the master can't cure your illness, but I believe his old man's statement, the elders in the Rotten Ke Temple must be able to, so don't worry." ”

Sangsang hummed softly.

After Ning Que was silent for a moment, he said with a solemn expression: "If something happens in the Rotten Ke Temple, you don't pay attention to it, especially the magic arts, you can't use them anymore, you just need to take care of your health." ”

Sang Sang bowed his head and was silent, and after a long time he did not make a gentle hum.

Ning Que knew that this request didn't mean anything to her, if she really encountered any danger, where would she take care of her body, so she couldn't help but shake her head and be speechless.

As he had done for the past sixteen years, he would never be able to defeat his little maid, in any way.

After resting for a while, Sangsang's spirit improved slightly, and he looked at the beautiful maple trees in the temple courtyard through the door, and his eyes showed a happy expression.

Since she got sick, Ning Que has been paying attention to the slightest change in her expression, looking at her eyes, her mood was slightly relaxed, she helped her up from the bed, and walked to the porch to look at the trees through the rain.

The Red Lotus Temple is really dilapidated, there are several temple walls that have collapsed, and even the stone steps at the main gate are not known to be flat in what year and month, Ning Quezhen took the carriage and parked it in the courtyard.

At this time, the autumn rain was bleak, the red maple was like fire, and the black carriage was parked in the maple tree, Ning Que naturally remembered a poem and read: "Stop and sit in love with the maple forest at night, and the maple leaves are red in the ......."

He was born early, he came early, many memories have long been blurred or even disappeared, only some very basic things are hard to forget, poems can't remember anything, but the content of the text can't be forgotten, but at this time, he, including everyone in this world, doesn't know that he remembered the frost leaf as a maple leaf.

The poem was not finished.

Because he felt that the thin arm of Sangsang he was holding had become a little stiff, he looked worriedly, and instead of seeing her frowning and uncomfortable, he saw a little face that was slightly red with shame.

Sang Sang lowered his head and muttered in a very small voice, "We haven't married yet." ”

Ning Que knew that the little girl had misunderstood the two words in the poem, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then thought that many years ago, there seemed to be a little boy in the classroom who used the word "love" in this poem to tease other little girls, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, giving birth to a feeling of being in a different world, but he never thought that this was really a world apart.

After a while, he woke up from this very rare love, reached out and touched Sangsang's face, and said, "What does it make if you don't get married, you and I can't be separated in this life." ”

Sangsang raised his head and said softly, "I'm worried that there will be a difference. ”

Ning Que was slightly different and asked, "What difference can there be?"

Sang Sang said in a low voice: "All said...... If we were really together, we wouldn't like it, at least not as much as before. ”

Ning Que said with a slight annoyance: "Where did you come from, it's not Xiaocao's girl, I'm idle and have nothing to do to instill in you these messy three aunts and six women worldview." ”

Sang Sang looked at him and asked stubbornly, "But, will you not like it?"

Ning Que's answer was very natural and without thinking: "Of course not." ”

Sangsang said: "But Xiaocao said...... Many girls in Chang'an City were spoiled by her man before marriage, but after they really entered the door, they would feel tired of it after two or three years. ”

Ning Que looked at her and smiled and said, "You have to think about it, you entered the door of my Ning family as soon as you were born, and it has been sixteen years now, have I ever been tired, have you ever been tired?" Since you haven't been tired of seeing each other for so many years, then naturally you can't get tired of it in this life, even if you are tired, you are tired of being together." ”

Sang Sang's face was slightly red, and he said, "Ning Que, you are talking better and better now." ”

Ning Que smiled and asked, "Why don't you call it Young Master?"

Sang Sang said: "When you talk about love, you can't be a young master. ”

Ning Que said: "It makes sense. ”

Sang Sang suddenly said, "But you still like other women." ”

Ning Quehu's body was shocked and said, "Where is it?"

"Your Highness?"

"It was a young man's love sprout, and he was about to move without a sense of direction, and if you look deeper, you can probably see the fantasy of all the poor children in the world about the princess. ”

"Sister Shui Zhu'er?"

"This is the master's dish, so you can't be so disrespectful. ”

"But you said you wanted to touch her and rub her. ”

"It's a matter of feel, a problem. ”

Are you saying I don't feel good?"

"One for the other. ”

"Where's the bookworm?"

"Ah, it's a bit windy, let's go back to the room first. ”

The big dark horse, who was originally sheltering from the rain under the maple tree and training self-cultivation, came to his senses when Ning Que and Sang Sang began to talk about certain topics, listened with their ears pricked up, and stared with their eyes wide open, for fear of missing a sentence of dialogue or missing Ning Que's embarrassment.

Seeing Ning Que preparing to help Sang Sang into the room, the big black horse was bored and scolded Ning Que shamelessly in his heart. Suddenly, it faintly smelled a faint smell, coming from the autumn rain, and couldn't help but raise its head in confusion.

Sangsang looked at the temple gate in the rain and said, "Someone is coming." ”

Ning Que stood still for a moment, and suddenly said, "Get in the car." ”

The important bags were in the carriage, there was no need for a driver, and it was quickly ready to leave.

The mane of the big black horse was wet with the autumn rain, but it was not loose and glued, and it was stabbed everywhere like a sword.

It's very irritable at this time.

Because it confirms that the extremely faint smell that was previously smelled in the rain is the smell of blood.

It had never smelled such a strong, yet extremely cold, smell of blood, not even on the battlefield.

There was a rapid sound of horses' hooves in the autumn rain, it should still be under the mountain, extremely far away, and there was no way to hear it, but Ning Que Sangsang and the big black horse could hear it very clearly.

The black carriage drove out of the Red Lotus Temple.

Ning Que lifted the curtain and looked down the mountain.

There are no trees in the blue mountains, only wild grass, it is a thick autumn, the grass is frosty yellow, and it is tormented by the rain and autumn wind, and the already excellent vision becomes clearer.

The autumn rain is bleak but not dense, and it cannot block people's vision.

I saw more than ten black riders, moving forward at high speed along the three mountain roads.

The people on the swarthy horses were dressed in black robes, and their bodies were dark, as if the night had come to this world in advance during the day, full of the smell of solemnity and gloom.

These black riders are lightning fast.

The horses' hooves crushed the mud on the road, and the robes smashed the thin rain.

Ning Que looked through the window, silent, confirming that it was too late to leave.

The big black horse neighed and kicked the rain on the ground in annoyance, as if he wanted to rush and kill it immediately.

Sangsang lowered her head and coughed softly, the dark iron bow already formed in her little hand.

Ning Que suddenly asked, "What level?"

Sang Sang raised his head, holding a big black umbrella in his right hand, looked at those black riders through the window, frowned slightly, seemed to be a little unable to believe his perception, and said: "It's all Dong Xuan'...... doing"

Then she added, "Of the five Cave Xuan Upper Realms, one has reached its peak. ”

Ning Que's face was slightly gloomy, and his eyes were still calm, but he was a little puzzled.