In the nomadic people of the northern grasslands, there has always been a custom of "horses chasing water and grass, people looking up to Tong cheese", which is known as "white jade syrup on the grassland" mare's milk wine tastes mellow and slightly sour, inadvertently, the two have drunk a big bowl.

"It doesn't taste like wine at all, so let's drink a little more." Hua Qing'er turned her face sideways and asked quietly.

"Of course, it's not wine, it's not."

So, the two of them left the teacher's admonition behind them.

In the moonlit treetops, the tourists on the street gradually dispersed, and in the quiet courtyard, the small wooden door was pushed open, and the two figures supported each other and staggered in.

Pushing open the door in front of the hall, the red candle ironed with the golden character was automatically lit, but neither of them noticed anything unusual at this time.

The red candles are dim, and the mandarin ducks are in pairs in the night.

As soon as she touched the edge of the bed, Hua Qing'er rolled on the quilt with a "bone", and Qingya, who was supporting her, was also floating at this time, and was easily taken over.

The palm of his hand failed to support the smooth quilt surface, Qingya fell heavily on Hua Qing'er's side, and before he could get up, Hua Qinger groped for the corner of the quilt, and rolled it up, just like a spring roll, and rolled himself and Qingya in the quilt.

The fluttering body couldn't support the woman's arm strength at all, and I saw Qingya being lifted up along with the quilt, and flipped a few times in the air, until Qingya's drunkenness also woke up.

Seeing that below him was Hua Qing'er, who was babbling with her eyes closed, Qingya hurriedly opened her arms and supported her falling body.

Even so, the body fell some distance due to inertia, and did not stop until it was about to touch Hua Qing'er's cheek.

So close, so close that I could feel the warmth on her cheeks.

Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes were like two small fans covering her eyelids, the makeup at the corners of her eyes seemed to have pale blue ripples swaying, and the crystal sand was like waves on the sea, and like tears left in the corners of her eyes.

Maybe it was because of the wine, her face was flushed, and even the exhaled breath was slightly hot, and it hit Qingya's face, and Qingya felt that her face seemed to be hot.

In Chang'an, the most prosperous city in the world, in this room of Luan Feng and Ming, Qingya quietly looked at the sleeping girl in front of her.

The frightening side of the rainy night, the support of the thirty-mile road, the tenderness in the song and swallow dance of the warbler, the send-off on the long street on the cool night, and the companionship between the shaking light and the sky......

Unconsciously, this girl who suddenly broke into her life has come so far with herself. As far as a mountain that can climb the top of the clouds, far enough to travel across thousands of miles.

In the long years of cultivation in the future, as long as I have your company, no matter how hard and tired I am, I will be happy.

In the end, Qingya gently untied the quilt that was rolled together, pulled out, and then carefully covered it for her, put down the veil on the edge of the bed and left, only Qing Ming and Twin Lotus lay on the table together, snuggling up to each other.

In the next few days, the two of them, who had been lazy for a while, finally remembered the teachings of their teacher and resumed their daily morning practice classes, and the days were as calm as if they had returned to the Skyfall Mountain.

However, it is such a plain life like water, Qingya seems to feel that there is something different.

In the past few days, Qingya always doesn't remember when the candle in the house was lit, at first she thought it was Hua Qing'er who lit it, but then, she found that every morning, the pair of happy candles always had no traces of burning.

If you don't pay attention to such a trivial matter, it's easy to ignore the past. But a few days have passed, and even the candy-loving fruits on the table have not shown the slightest sign of deterioration.

It's as if time in this room resets every day.

At lunchtime, Qingya told Hua Qing'er about the doubts in her heart.

"You've noticed something strange here, haven't you?"

Hua Qing'er put away her chopsticks, sat down beside Qingya, lowered her voice and whispered: "I have felt a little strange since the day before yesterday, yesterday I secretly ate a longan in the fruit bowl, but this morning I found that the longan appeared in its original position again. ”

She put down her chopsticks, pointed the tip of her chopsticks at the desk, and whispered to Qingya again: There must be something strange in this.

After the meal, the two of them deliberately ate some of the fruits in the fruit bowl, and lit the candles in broad daylight, and then, Hua Qing'er left the fire lotus in the house, and after doing all this, the two went out as usual.

In the evening, smoke rose everywhere in the streets and alleys of the West Market, but the two were still sitting in the teahouse, and they had no intention of going back.

"Why hasn't there been any movement yet? It can't be our delusion, right? We ate the fruit used by my mother-in-law and her son to get married, and my mother-in-law won't be angry, right? Hua Qing'er asked one after another.

"Those fruits haven't gone bad for so many days, there must be a problem, what I'm worried about now is that we eat so much, there won't be any problems with eating." Qingya replied nonchalantly.

"Hmm......" Hua Qing'er suddenly stopped talking, and covered her stomach with both hands. His eyes involuntarily turned around a few times, and he muttered quietly:

"It's been an afternoon, so there should be no problem."

Just when the two of them were looking forward to it and worrying, the ice lotus on Hua Qing'er's waist flashed with bursts of light, which meant that the fire lotus placed at home felt something extraordinary.

"Here it is, there's something in our house."

Without further ado, the two paid for the tea and hurried back.

When they went out, Qingya didn't fasten the small door of the yard, so when the two of them returned to the front of the house, they didn't disturb the people in the house, or anything else.

Hua Qing'er poked her head out and looked in through the crack in the window, and Qingya looked at her face.

I saw her expression change from nervous to shocked, from shocked to confused, and finally, her little head seemed to be filled with big question marks.

After she retracted her head, Qingya also looked in the window curiously.

Inside the house, the candle flame that had been burned more than half of it was being repaired little by little, and the golden stickers and the candle tears that had flowed down were constantly changing back to their original appearance.

On the empty fruit bowl, the longan grapes fluttered around one by one, and then placed them in an orderly manner.

It's like a couple of invisible hands have put these things back.

What exactly is this?

Qing Ya has only seen such a scene in the script, it seems to be a story about a girl who ran out of the snails in the water tank at home to help her master wash and cook.

Could that story be true?

And just as the two were about to break in, the westward sunset reflected the shadows of the two on the window, and as soon as the people inside saw someone outside the door, they disappeared in an instant, and the fruit in the air also fell to the ground with a crackle.

"Oh no, he's going to run."

Hua Qing'er immediately rushed in, and Qingya blocked the door, but no matter how the two looked for it, they couldn't find any clues.

If it weren't for the red candle that had been restored to its original state and the fruit that had fallen to the ground, Qingya seemed to think that maybe nothing had happened before.

Who exactly is it?

Why does he have to restore this place every day?

Has he been here all along, or has we only come later?

One question after another wrapped around Qingya's head.

Recalling what I had just seen, the rest of the things were as if someone had taken them and put them back, only this pair of red candles could repair the burned candles, which could not be done by manpower alone.

Maybe the key lies in this pair of red candlesticks.

Qingya took the pair of red candles and looked at them carefully for a long time, but did not find that they were strange from ordinary candles.

If it was Shizun, what would she do?

Qingya imagined Liu Bailu's sorrowful appearance in the face of this pair of candles, but the last thing she saw was that she pulled out the wind from her waist and split them in half with a sword.

"No, no, you can't break other people's things at will." Qingya immediately shook her head and shook the image out of her head.

However, Fang Cai's idea did make Qingya think of a way.

The swordsmanship created by Liu Bailu is exquisite, and the thirty-six swords are all-encompassing.

Among them, the nine swords of Lian Zhen are mainly used to assist themselves, and the sword point stars used by Qingya before can seize the opportunity in the battle and take it by surprise.

Although it is more or less risky to try new sword moves when the protector is not around, it is now the only way.

Loud voice.

Qingya controls the spiritual power to swim in the veins, and under the urging of this style of sword sutra, the spiritual power seems to follow some ancient rhythm in the veins of the green cliff.

Even the right hand with the Qingya Sword couldn't stop trembling.

The moment he grasped the hilt of the Qing Ming sword, the spiritual power around his body instantly rushed into the Qing Ming with the momentum of the Yellow River bursting the embankment. This time, it was faster than any sword move ever before.

Because of the instantaneous loss of strength, Qingya fell off the stool all of a sudden. Hua Qing'er immediately supported Qingya and leaned into her arms.

And Qing Ming is like a dry land ushering in the long-lost rainy season, instantly absorbing all the spiritual power of Qing Ya, and trembling excitedly with the trend of the Sword Sutra.

At this time, Qingya erected Qing Ming and flicked it lightly on the Qing Ming Sword with his left hand.

Hua Qing'er didn't hear any sound, but she could feel that there were ripples spreading around her, which was no longer spiritual power, but an inaudible sound.

Since he exists in a state that ordinary people cannot feel, then he is found with a force outside the laws of the world, and the wisdom of the ancients is the formless, the image of all things.

Elephants are invisible.

With the light trembling of the green shadow, the sunset seemed to be swept in by the sound waves, and the afterglow shone on the sword, which was reflected and transformed into circles of golden light.

The sunlight turned into a non-existent filter, and finally revealed two small figures hidden in the room.