Snow in Changting

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The brain once again loses the ability to think.

"Qing'er." Kuang Lingyun smiled, resting her chin on Teng Xuanqing's head, "As a teacher, I came to Wushengmen this time for two things."

Teng Xuanqing felt like a rabbit in her heart, and she couldn't settle down. She was still immersed in Kuang Lingyun's unprecedented tenderness and soft touch that was only for a moment. She didn't even say what Kuang Lingyun said. Listen clearly.

until……

"……Okay?"

After Kuang Lingyun finished speaking, Teng Xuanqing didn't know what to say, only heard a little tail that couldn't be seen from its original appearance.

"what?"

What did Master say?What is good?

Chapter 55

"Qing'er?"

Kuang Lingyun called softly, bringing the stunned Teng Xuanqing back to his senses.

Teng Xuanqing was at a loss for no reason, and quickly nodded in agreement, without asking what Kuang Lingyun said just now.

Kuang Lingyun laughed, she gently rubbed Teng Xuanqing's soft hair, and led the confused Teng Xuanqing out the door.

They came out from Wusheng Gate all the way, walked down the winding path and walked down the mountain.

On the way, Kuang Lingyun asked Teng Xuanqing if he had visited a mortal market, and Teng Xuanqing shook his head.

When she was on the mountain, she spent most of her time practicing, and the rest was all spent on missing Kuang Lingyun, and she had no time to go down the mountain to play.

She followed Kuang Lingyun, and the two of them held hands all the time. Teng Xuanqing seriously felt the warmth from Kuang Lingyun's palm, and looked up at Kuang Lingyun's back from time to time, feeling dazed.

It has been many years since the feeling of being led by the master to walk on the mountain path.

She often misses Master, the time when she was naughty when she was young, did not listen to Master's teachings, and was punished by Master to copy the rules every time she made a mistake.

At that time, she was self-willed, and her master took care of her and missed her. Later, when no one took care of her, she would feel how important everything that happened at that time was in her life trajectory.

Even if only for 20 years.

After years of baptism and precipitation, these memories have become something that can make people smile when they think about it occasionally.

She used to think that such a day might never come again, but she never thought that happiness would come so suddenly. At this moment, Kuang Lingyun was really in front of her, holding her hand, and walking beside her.

The wind blowing on the mountain blows the old trees in the jungle, the branches and leaves are whirling, accompanied by the chirping of insects and birds, and even the heart is empty and quiet.

They talked about the old days and chatted about the trivial things in Zixiao Palace over the years.

Kuang Lingyun told Teng Xuanqing that after Teng Xuanqing left, she also moved out of Ziyang Palace and returned to Yuxian Mountain.

After thinking about it again and again, she still felt that Ziyang Palace was crowded and noisy, which was not suitable for her. She preferred a quieter environment, where she could not only practice with all her heart, but also think quietly.

There was one sentence she didn't say.

When thinking about someone, there is no other distraction.

Teng Xuanqing reported to Kuang Lingyun what happened in the Wusheng Sect, which disciples in the sect were obedient and well-behaved, which ones had good aptitude, had a bright future, and which disciples were as prone to troubles as she was.

Most of these were reported to her by the elders of the sect. She was addicted to cultivation, so of course she kept her ears to the outside world. She never asked about many trivial matters in the sect.

The road to the bottom of the mountain is obviously very long, but for some reason, it seems to be gone in one go.

When they came to the town at the foot of the mountain, the two masters and apprentices walked on the street hand in hand. The mortal town was unusually lively. They seemed to be catching up with some festival.

"What holiday do you think it is?"

Kuang Lingyun gave Teng Xuanqing a slap in the face, with a smile on her lips, even though Teng Xuanqing was dozens of years old, but she was sure that Teng Xuanqing would not be able to answer this question.

As expected, Teng Xuanqing looked bewildered, tilted his head and thought for a while, then shook his head self-abnegatingly.

Kuang Lingyun raised her hand to scratch her nose, and told her with a smile:

"It's the Lantern Festival."

They walked through the crowds, watched lion dances and listened to storytelling. The festive atmosphere was strong, and the people in the town were hospitable. Even though Teng Xuanqing and Teng Xuanqing were just passing by, they were stuffed with various gifts.

Cheering and laughing along the way, Teng Xuanqing was in a cheerful mood, and Kuang Lingyun was also in a surprisingly happy mood.

As it was getting late, Kuang Lingyun took Teng Xuanjun to buy two more lanterns, and taught Teng Xuanqing to put the lanterns into the river, and told her that there is a custom on the Lantern Festival, and the wishes made when putting the lanterns will come true in time.

Teng Xuanqing thought it was funny, but she didn't point it out. Although this kind of behavior of entrusting her wish had no practical meaning, it made her feel romantic and interesting.

So she closed her eyes obediently, clasped her hands together, and secretly made a wish:

May Master be safe and happy, free from illness and worry.

Kuang Lingyun bought candied haws for Teng Xuanqing again, and led Teng Xuanqing to sit side by side on a stone bridge. Under the bridge, there was rushing water, tourists rafting, there were zither tunes, and thousands of lights.

Teng Xuanqing sat beside the master with his feet hanging, holding two eaten candied haws in his hand, and humming softly to the tune of the boat not far away.

She and Kuang Lingyun were very close, their hands were trembling by their sides, barely leaning on the edge of the bridge, the distance between their little fingers was only one hand away.

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