The sun gradually slanted to the west, hanging on the top of the mountain in the west, and it was about to set, and the slanting sunlight made half of the clouds in the sky set off as a fiery red sunset glow.

Although it is still early before dark, there are no people in the surrounding direction for dozens of miles. There is only a town of Heishan at the foot of Heishan, which is [-] miles to the north. It's impossible to reach it in five or six hours, not to mention the mountain road, so it will naturally take longer.

Ning Caichen was originally a talented scholar from a poor family. He was wearing a long gown and he had made countless puddings. His daily job was to write letters for others. When the price was right, he would also deliver them on his behalf.

This time he went out because he wanted to send a few letters to Lijia Village behind Heishan to earn some money so that he could spend money for the scientific research three years later.

If he is a frail scholar, it is really not safe to send letters across mountains and mountains. He himself is quite self-aware. As long as there are people along the way, he will find a way to go with them. Otherwise, how could he travel hundreds of miles of mountain roads? Will always be so lucky.

Not long ago, he had just parted from the previous group of fellow travelers, and before he had walked a few miles, he saw this deserted Lanruo Temple. It was indeed getting late, and with his footsteps, it was impossible to go before dark. Arrive at the next village and town, even if it is nearly an hour before dark at this moment.

Ning Caichen tried his best to slowly push open the half-covered thick door. After entering the door, Ning Caichen patted the moss and dirt on his hands, looked around, and felt that the place was not bad. The tiles are relatively dense, and there is a layer of wooden boards under the bricks and tiles in the house, which may be used as an attic. No matter how broken the house is, it can still shelter from wind and rain. Not to mention, at least even if it rains at night , he can't get wet, that's enough.

After seeing the main hall, Ning Caichen was going to see if there was anything useful in this ancient temple. After all, he was going to stay for one night, so it would be great if he could be more comfortable.

He had just walked around the main hall for a short distance, and came to the door of the wing room where Feng Yu lived, and saw that the door was locked. He originally wanted to open the door to have a look, but before he could do it, he heard a voice in the room After hesitating for a while, Ning Caichen still didn't knock on the door. No matter who was inside, since he heard the sound he made outside, but didn't come out, he must be unwilling to be disturbed. How could he knowingly disturb others.

Turning around and going to the next room, Ning Caichen found that the room was okay, but there were a lot of cobwebs and dust.He had seen a well in the yard before, and he just brought some water and chrysanthemums to clean it up.

Rather, there is a bed, two quilts, and a small table next to it in this room. When he is away from home, he is in an abandoned ancient temple in the wilderness. He is already satisfied with these things, what more can he ask for? , the most important thing in a person is contentment.

When Ning Caichen was busy, and finally cleaned up, the last ray of light in the sky disappeared into the sky. In the night, dots of stars shone faintly, showing his existence. Reduced to embellishment in the moonlight.

Ning Caichen collected a pile of dead branches and wood, and built a small fire in the open space in the middle of the main hall. He was going to burn a mouthful of hot water, roast dry food, and warm himself by the way. He also built a shelf beside the fire. , Put the two wet quilts on the rack and bake them along the way. Whether they can be dried is another matter, but at least it is much better than not having been baked.

Ning Caichen sat alone by the fire and ate the crispy baked dry food, which was much easier to chew than the hard ones before, at least it was not so taxing.

There was still a small clay pot beside the fire, which contained a pot of clear water, which had become warm now.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to use a more convenient and strong iron pot, but that things made of iron are really expensive, and his money has to be saved for money, how can it be such a waste, usually using bamboo tubes to hold water is enough, this clay pot He bought it so that he could have a mouthful of hot water on the road. Unless he needed to use it, at other times he carefully put the clay pot in the salute and wrapped it with his clothes, for fear that it would be accidentally broken. up.

After eating the dry food, Ning Caichen sat by the fire and looked at the fire, in case the firewood ran out and the quilt was not baked well, he would not be able to sleep well at night, and he was also afraid that the quilt would be ignited by sparks, so he didn't even sleep on the bed.

In the quiet night, cold wind blew in through the window hole in the door, Ning Caichen shivered, and dragged the wooden stake under his buttocks to get closer to the fire.

Suddenly he heard the sound of jingling zither faintly coming from the distance along the wind. Although it was intermittent and out of tune, Ning Caichen could still recognize that it was a little nostalgic tune.

Although he knew that there were many ghosts in the deep mountains, he hesitated again and again. Ning Caichen decided to go and have a look. He heard his mother play this little nostalgic tune back then. It is said that it was composed by his mother and close friends. It was only the two of them who had the score of this piece. Now that someone is playing this piece, it must have something to do with his aunt who has never been masked!

Ning Caichen returned to the room and took out an oil lamp from the salute, took out a small palm-sized porcelain bottle, opened the stopper, poured a little oil into the oil lamp, took a small lantern, and went to the main hall. The oil lamp was lit and put into a small lantern. Holding the small lantern he had made by himself in front of him, facing the cold wind, he searched for it along with the sound of the piano.

Going around the courtyard wall outside the main hall, making many detours, finally, Ning Caichen saw a woman in a white gauze dress by a bamboo grove with several red lanterns hanging, she was seriously playing the piano in her hand , Surrounded by sadness and desolation.

Ning Caichen walked over slowly. How long has it been since he heard the song Yihuayu?About 15 years?He still remembers that before he was five years old, his mother always played the song Reminiscence Flower Rain under the apricot tree in the yard, but his mother died when he was five years old, and he never heard it again.

Now hearing this woman play the song Reminiscing Flower Rain, Ning Caichen inevitably felt a little close to her.

Ning Caichen sat next to the piano case, listening to the piece quietly. Not long after the song ended, the girl in white had tears in her eyes, and pear blossoms approached Ning Caichen with rain. Even before Ning Caichen When she realized it, she poured it into his arms, and even hugged him and said it was cold.

Ning Caichen is not an ignorant person. Although he has never practiced it, he has lived alone all these years and has never encountered anything. He naturally knows that this girl is deliberately seducing him, but the girl's eyes are unexpectedly clear. There is no trace of seductive promiscuity.

Although he almost reacted, Ning Caichen didn't want to do anything to her, not only because the piece she played just now was the only memory about his mother in his memory, but also because her eyes were unexpectedly clear, Let him want to protect and write a clear.

Don't say that Ning Caichen shouldn't react, it is impossible for a man to be rubbed in his arms by a beautiful girl who is his favorite type, and even deliberately seduced, the final difference is only in this man, Are you willing to restrain yourself and restrain your desires?

Ning Caichen endured the desire of his body with difficulty, and tried to keep Nie Xiaoqian's body away from him, so as not to feel more uncomfortable with this warm and fragrant nephrite.

After finally bringing the person back to the main hall, there was only a little red charcoal left in the previously burning fire. Ning Caichen quickly threw some small dry branches into the charcoal fire, and placed Nie Xiaoqian beside the fire. I went into the house and found two thicker clothes, and put them on for Nie Xiaoqian. After all, she only wore a few thin layers of gauze, which was fine during the day, but it was very cold at night.

Although Ning Caichen thought that Nie Xiaoqian might not be alive, he still couldn't bear to let her go outside alone.

Wearing Ning Caichen's clothes, Nie Xiaoqian was a little at a loss. It was the first time she met a man like Ning Caichen. It didn't mean that he didn't have desires for her. There was a reaction, but he didn't overstep in the slightest, but he was still very considerate to himself. She didn't know what this meant.

Over the years, it's not that she hasn't met honest men who can sit still, but once they get aroused, they are still no different from other men, except that they are sexually cold.But it was the first time she met someone like Ning Caichen. She could feel the cherishment Ning Caichen had for her, which warmed her cold chest, but she had no heart for a long time. Why? At this moment, she felt that her heart was so warm, and she really wanted to go on like this forever.

In the main hall, Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian were quietly silent around the fire, while in the wing room separated by a wall, Feng Yu found that Mu Junhuan's body suddenly lost his breath and his soul disappeared.

He wanted to look for it right away, but he realized that Mu Junhuan was not in any danger, and after this time, when he returned to him again, he would appear in another form, and the will of the world would also appear to tell him If there is a place where Mu Junhuan needs help, there will be no danger, but it is inconvenient for him to appear, which dispels Feng Yu's idea of ​​looking for someone immediately. Anyway, according to the will of the world, when the matter is finished, he will naturally send it to him. Mu Junhuan was "sent" back.

Although he likes to be with his partner all the time, sometimes there is no harm in being properly separated. Their life is too long, and a short-term separation is not a big deal. Feel.

Feng Yu put away the body of the white tiger that was gradually cooling down, and was going to let Mu Junhuan handle it when he came back, since it was his body anyway.

Because of Mu Junhuan's disappearance, Feng Yu naturally has no interest in dealing with the people and ghosts outside. He lies on the bed, and his body naturally enters a deep cultivation. When the sun rises, he will naturally wake up, just like sleeping , but he is practicing.

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