Yingyue has a small courtyard in this triangle city, the small courtyard is far away from Xuanwutai, away from the downtown area, anyway, it is a rare and clean place, walking into the small courtyard, the wall of loess paste, there is a layer of mesh cloth on the top of the courtyard, which can slightly block the wind and sand.

There are jujube trees planted in the courtyard, this kind of jujube trees are resistant to drought and barrenness, and they are one of the few fruit trees that can survive here, and there are six pickle jars in the courtyard, and Yingyue sits on the wooden chair under the jujube tree as soon as she enters the door, closes her eyes, and looks extremely intoxicated.

"You're just leaving me as a guest to dry. ”

Changqing walked under the jujube tree and continued:

"I used to study with my husband in the countryside, and I learned an idiom called early birth of a noble son, you have a jujube tree, and you will grow jujube in the future, but it is not a jujube to give birth to a noble son. ”

Yingyue, who was originally leaning on the chair, opened her eyes and said with an unprecedentedly charming smile:

"What, you want me to give birth to a noble son early?"

Changqing turned his head to look at her eyes, but fortunately, Changqing's face was slightly pale, but his cheeks did not turn red.

If Qingsong is here, he will definitely let him go quickly, people are so obvious, but Changqing is just stunned under the tree.

Yingyue had already laughed.

Changqing touched the rough bark of the jujube tree, slightly embarrassed.

"Then I'm leaving"

Yingyue closed her eyes again and hummed softly.

Changqing walked out slowly, closing the courtyard door for a moment.

Yingyue opened her eyes, her eyes gloomy.

"Coward......

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A heavy rain in the afternoon, the seventy-two peaks of Qingyun Mountain were drenched by the rain like a fairyland on earth.

On the little finger peak, the peak master Yang Tiandao people, do not untie the sign, do not enlighten the Tao, do not worship the ancestor, the broken Taoist hall has been full of cobwebs, there is only one side hall, it is still clean and tidy, the side hall is planted with all kinds of flowers and plants, there are white but not glamorous gardenias, there are peony flowers that are unique in the crown.

The seventy-two peaks of Qingyun Peak are like thunder, but the world does not know that there is such a little finger peak, but the teachers and apprentices on this peak are also happy and pure.

Approaching the evening, on a small Nanmu round table, two pairs of chopsticks, two bowls, a plate of tender bamboo shoots after the rain, fried without any fireworks in the world, a pot of dried bamboo shoots soup, with bamboo shoots in the late winter of last year as raw materials, and today there is an unprecedented dish of fried dried tofu.

Lin Ziqing picked up a tender bamboo shoot, the taste was slightly sweet, and the old Yang Tian looked at Lin Ziqing and smiled:

"It's better not to go down the mountain, what kind of black gas in the north of you, what ominous ghosts, master, I am not like you were born to open the Daomen Heavenly Eye, and I don't have the ability to forcibly open one for myself, but the master thinks that we practice, cultivate our bodies, and be worthy of heaven and earth. ”

Lin Ziqing said without raising his head:

"Fu Demon Guardian, it's also our duty, you're old, you don't do some things, it's okay, I'll just go. ”

Lin Ziqing put down the dishes and chopsticks, looked up at a few clouds in the sky, and finally stopped for a while The rain was coming again, but the summer rain was often accompanied by thunder, and when she saw those thunderclouds recently, she was faintly upset.

Yang Tian lowered his head and whispered in his mouth, what kind of duty is not duty, I am just two people, go one, old man, I am alone in a daze.

Lin Ziqing naturally ignored the master's "crazy words" , just remembered that when I was a child in the Lin family, it was also in the same courtyard as this, the mother was the youngest daughter of the Lin family, but she was pregnant before she left the cabinet, when she was a child, the family pointed at their mother and son, and even the grandparents did not have a good face for them, as the Lin family of the Yuzhou family, in order to hide the ugliness of the family, only said that the little daughter of the Lin family had died of illness, and it was ridiculous that their mother and daughter were in that small courtyard day after day, year after year, like two golden cage birds.

Mother sat in the pavilion every day, looking at the sky from afar, and the sensible Lin Ziqing wanted to ask her, can you wait for her father to come if you wait like this.

Later, her mother's health deteriorated worse and worse, and finally one night, she lost her breath.

The grandparents of the Lin family were expressionless and let people bury them in a hurry overnight, as if they were something unsightly.

Lin Ziqing broke off the friendship with that family that day, and then in the small courtyard of the four directions, only she Lin Ziqing sat alone in the pavilion, looking at the sky that her mother looked at before, day after day, finally, an old Taoist in sloppy clothes fell from the sky, and the young Lin Ziqing thought to himself, it turns out that the gods look like this.

Later, the master said that she was born with a Taoist fetus, but she was willing to practice the avenue with him, and Lin Ziqing didn't know what the avenue was or not, but he just felt that it was excellent to be able to get out of this courtyard.

Then the master took her away, without telling anyone, the master took her all the way to the little finger peak of Qingyun Mountain, she was still young after all, she rushed all the way, her body was tired, and she didn't want to sleep in front of the living, so she was angry with the master along the way, and asked the master why she didn't take her to fly directly, and the master said that the cultivation should come out step by step, flying around, too insincere.

How can the child understand this, she was angry at that time, and rushed in front of the mountain when she went up the mountain, but after all, she was just a child, tired and hungry, and fell down the stone steps of the mountain road, but fortunately, the master supported her from the back, and then she saw the master holding her, and the toes were lightly tapped on the mountain road, and the person flew out several feet away.

and Tengyun drove the fog, and then arrived at the main hall, at that time the main hall was still clean and tidy, and there were some pilgrims, but the master took care of him over the years, and gradually abandoned the Taoist hall, leaving only the master of the side hall has been still taking care of it, because the side hall is where she lives.

In the past, she always felt that the master couldn't teach her anything, except for teaching her to read and read when she was a child, and she didn't know where the master found so many books, what "Sanqing Supreme Decision", "Feiliu Sword Post" and so on, he only knew over the years that the master had run all over the seventy-two peaks for her, and if she could, she could borrow it, and if she could deceive, she would steal it, so to speak, Lin Ziqing was a collection of seventy-two peaks.

A few years ago, she didn't have her own magic sword, and because of this matter, she had trouble with the master for a few days, and then the master ran to the Taoist hall alone, and took out an old sword from behind the incense burner, he insisted that this was a great magic weapon, the sword name was "Frost Night", saying that he carried this sword when he was young, and I don't know how many Jianghu women fell in love with him at first sight.

Lin Ziqing looked at the somewhat old magic sword, she was obviously not worthy of her daughter, but she looked at the proud appearance of her master, and she couldn't get angry at all.

Now she wants to go down the mountain, she wants to represent Little Finger Peak, her master is not very good, this Taoist hall is not very good, but she Lin Ziqing is a disciple of Little Finger Peak of the seventy-two peaks of Qingyun Mountain, and it is the duty of a disciple to walk the world for the teacher.

Seeing that another thunderstorm was about to fall, but strangely it didn't fall, Yang Tian sat in front of the broken Taoist temple,

Look at the figure that is fading away.

Rubbing his reddish eyes, he thought to himself that this child is really similar to her mother, with such a hard temper, and this cold and cold temperament, I don't know who it looks like, eh.