The bamboo shadow is swaying, and the soft light of spring hits the bamboo leaves, and there are soft spreads on Tong Ziyi's face through them.

Tong Ziyi smiled unconsciously, and walked to the depths of the bamboo forest, time intertwined and woven a dreamlike scenery, and suddenly there was a temple where the years were quiet.

"Chicheng Temple. ”

Tong Ziyi read the words on the plaque, which was dilapidated but clean.

The gate of Chicheng Temple is closed, and a tall bronze bell stands in the middle of the red wall and green tiles.

"Interesting~"

Tong Ziyi clapped her hands and went around to the side and climbed on the wall.

Zhong Ci was kneeling in the courtyard, and just glanced in her direction, and this glance was Tong Ziyi, and the two looked at each other.

Tong Ziyi just hung on the wall and happened to see Zhong Ci raise his head, he

The eyes are like a cat's apricot eyes and smile, clean and clear, the facial features are so exquisite, but the hair is tied up randomly, and the breeze hooks up the broken hair, although he is dressed in tattered coarse linen clothes, and a woven belt is tied around his waist, which makes him look handsome and uninhibited.

Tong Ziyi tilted his head, his eyes were shining brightly.

"Little beggar?"

Zhong Ci squinted at her, and looked at her like a puppy and felt very funny.

"You're still laughing!"

The old man in front of Zhong Ci didn't find Tong Ziyi, he only felt that Zhong Ci was disobedient to the discipline, and beat him a few more times, and his angry beard blew up.

"Today you are kneeling here and reflecting!"

The old man walked away, and when he saw that his shadow was no longer visible to the naked eye, Tong Ziyi jumped down, jumped and laughed, sat next to him, touched his chin and said, "The little beggar is interesting enough!"

Zhong Ci also turned over and sat down, rubbed his kneeling legs, stared at her, and finally pulled her skirt: "Girl, your skirt is dirty." ”

Tong Ziyi waved his hand, touched his chin and continued to rub his hair: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm used to it." ”

“？”

Zhong Ci's expression was very complicated when he saw her, and finally it merged into an emotion, contempt.

Zhong Ci impatiently slapped her hand away and asked, "Who are you?"

Tong Ziyi looked at him with fluttering eyes and blinked, and replied thoughtfully, "Immortal." ”

Zhong Ci finally stopped paying attention to her completely.

The temple is quiet, except for the sound of bells and bamboo leaves praying to each other.

Tong Ziyi quietly watched the bamboo leaves swaying, shaking his head and ignoring Zhong Ci.

"The Taoist temple also has a morning bell and a tree shadow. ”

Her sudden remark overwhelmed Zhong Ci.

Tong Ziyi suddenly got up and said, "Little beggar, let's go steal books~"

"Do you want to die?" Zhong Ci's face darkened, and sure enough, there was something wrong with this woman.

"My dream is to be a scholar, and in the future, I will disguise myself as a man and become a private school teacher~" Tong Ziyi suddenly began to talk about her dreams.

Zhong Ci was confused: "And then, what does this have to do with you stealing books?"

Tong Ziyi looked back and smiled: "It's okay=-="

Zhong Ci's fists were clenched and tied, God, can I kill this woman?

Tong Ziyi smiled and pulled his clenched fist and ran: "The big man is awkward!"

Zhong Ci felt the soft temperature and the smile of the woman in front of him, and the strength in his hand softened a lot, allowing her to hold it.

"Little beggar, why are you being punished for kneeling?" Tong Ziyi probed his brain in front of him to find the location of the Scripture Pavilion, and asked him distractedly.

Zhong Ci held his forehead with his other hand, and was really defeated by her: "This girl, have you finally remembered to ask for the news of this person next to you after so long?"

Tong Ziyi was still smiling: "Ah~ It's okay if you don't want to say it~"

"I ......" Zhong Ci was about to be driven crazy by her, and said helplessly: "This is the mountain behind the ink altar, I disturbed the order, so I naturally reflect here." “

Tong Ziyi turned her head with a strange look on her face, and said stiffly: "Where do you say this is?!!!"

Zhong Ci shrugged and said, "The mountain behind the ink altar." ”

Tong Ziyi seemed to be frozen, with empty eyes.

Zhong Ci pushed her: "What's the matter?

Tong Ziyi began to think again: "This is not true. ”

"You pray, I didn't really kill you. ”

Tong Ziyi smiled and said, "Hey, don't be like this, little beggar~Ah, so you are a member of the beggar gang?"

Zhong Ci nodded, and then Tong Ziyi said something that made him really give her a mallet.

"Ah, it turns out that there are handsome guys in the beggar gang. ”

Tong Ziyi touched the bag on his head and finally quieted down.

They went around and found the Scripture Pavilion, Tong Ziyi felt that something was wrong and asked, "Why didn't you see the monks?"

Zhong Ci leaned against the pillars of the corridor: "Sister, how long have you been here?"

Tong Ziyi thought thoughtfully again: "Okay brother." ”

Tong Ziyi touched the bag on his head and fell into deep thought.

"Today, Motan ushered in the second batch of students, so naturally they are busy, and no one dares to be presumptuous in Nangong's house. Zhong Ci looked like he was watching a good show.

"Then why are you disturbing the order? ”

Tong Ziyi touched the bag on his head and cried.

Just when Tong Ziyi cursed in her heart that good-looking people really had bad tempers, Zhong Ci suddenly pulled her to the pillar and covered her mouth: "Shhhh