Meng 49 sword

The summer in Gushan is really suitable for sleeping late—— Qinggu thought as she knelt outside the Yulu Pavilion with her sword in her hands and yawned with her mouth open.

It would be even better if the reading sounds of the brothers and sisters were better.

Meng Qiqi and Chen Boyan went to the back mountain, and the pavilion master Xue Manshan retreated in the Xinglin of the back mountain.The lonely mountain is not high, but it is a very beautiful mountain. There are several famous scenery in the world, such as the "mountain with little clouds" named because of the clouds that linger all year round, and the back mountain is full of clouds in autumn. The ground is golden "Dragon Scale Golden Sprinkle".

It's just that it's still May at the moment, and the forest is full of verdant greenery, so we won't be able to see that magnificent scene in a short time.

The thatched hut in the apricot grove was Xue Manshan's retreat place. Meng Qiqi and Chen Boyan watched from a distance, but did not step forward to disturb him.Because there are sand dunes outside every hut, these sand dunes are not the sand dunes in the literal sense, but the sand dunes of time.

Thousands of ginkgo trees are planted in the apricot forest, and each ginkgo tree is of a different age.The ancestor of Jiange selected ginkgoes of different ages and planted them in a special arrangement. It took a hundred years to grow this apricot forest.From the outside, this is an ordinary forest that changes with the seasons, but once you step into it, you step into a maze of time.

The flow of time has changed, and it will even freeze at a point in time that you never expected.Most of the time it is slowed down, allowing monks to have more time to comprehend.The thatched cottage is the fortress that protects you from getting lost in the chaotic time.

That invisible sand dune is a wall left by the patriarch when he planted this forest with his spiritual consciousness to record the time of the owner of the thatched cottage.So every thatched cottage is special, and it can hardly be occupied by outsiders. Only when the spiritual consciousness left by the owner of the thatched cottage slowly dissipates, the sand dunes will collapse.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Jiange's patriarch is a genius.

Meng Qiqi said: "It seems that senior brother won't be able to come out for a while, I'm afraid he's about to make a breakthrough."

"Master has never slacked off in these years. He always misses you and is afraid that you will be bullied outside." Chen Boyan said.

"Eldest senior brother is always the one who loves me the most." Meng Qiqi smiled slightly, and then continued to walk deep into the apricot forest.The apricot grove is very large, and there are more than one thatched huts, all of which were built by the predecessors of the past dynasties when they were retreating here.Some are big, some are small, some have already collapsed, and there are many grasses growing on them.

What Meng Qiqi was going to was the cottage that belonged to him.After Chen Boyan paid his respects to Gushan, he chose to retreat, and his brothers built a small thatched hut for him. Everything was newly built. It is said that it is a hut, but it is more like the residence of a certain master in the mountains and forests. A retreat, small and elegant.

There are also sand dunes outside Meng Qiqi's thatched hut, and the recording time is from the last retreat.He slowly closed his eyes, let out his consciousness, and stretched out his hand into the void.

Transparent ripples emerged beside his hand.Then Chen Boyan saw that the ripples were getting bigger and bigger, until there was a gap that could allow one person to pass through, Meng Qiqi stepped in and said, "Follow me."

Chen Boyan followed immediately, but when he stood still again, a golden leaf floated down before his eyes.

Gold leaf?

Chen Boyan looked up suddenly, and saw that the leaves of the ginkgo were all yellow. A gust of wind blew by, and countless golden leaves fell from the forest, like a burst of golden rain.

Even the mottled sunlight falling through the gaps in the leaves is like broken gold, laid out on the thick ground full of fallen leaves.The whole world is quiet and silent, and it is breathtakingly beautiful.

When is this?

Where's the little uncle?

Chen Boyan looked around, but couldn't find Meng Qiqi.It's only May now, but the ginkgo has already turned yellow, which made him immediately realize that he had accidentally entered the time to burn in the sand dunes.

What he saw now was a scene from a few years ago, but Meng Qiqi should also be present in this scene.

Chen Boyan frowned slightly, and couldn't help walking towards the cottage.But the hut was empty, the quilts on the bed were messed up, the table in front of the window was still covered with rice paper, but the ink on the brush had dried.

Where did the owner of the pen go?

Chen Boyan looked out the window, and the wind was blowing gently, bringing a crisp bell.Those are a few small golden bells hanging in front of the thatched hut, and the copper tongues are made into the shape of ginkgo leaves, which is very suitable for the occasion.

Suddenly, Chen Boyan saw a piece of azure clothes corner on the big ginkgo tree facing the window.

Was it there?

Chen Boyan walked under the tree and looked up at the sleeping person lying among the branches, with a helpless smile on his lips.At this moment, Meng Qiqi was only in her early twenties, her eyes were slightly green, her mouth was slightly open when she was sleeping, her cheeks were flushed from sleep, and one restless foot even swung down from a tree.

Oh, by the way, there was still a small wine jar hanging on the tree. He probably drank during the day and then passed out on the tree.

Chen Boyan looked at him quietly, imagining his dream at the moment, and couldn't bear to disturb him.However, at this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside.

"Little Martial Uncle, Martial Nephew has brought what you ordered." The voice was so familiar, it was Chen Boyan's own voice.Soon, he regained this memory - it was a month after Meng Qiqi retreated, he seemed to be not going very well, and often sent messages to let food deliverers in.

At that time, master and uncle were very busy, so this task fell on Chen Boyan.No, not necessarily, at that time there were several disciples who could do it for them, but Chen Boyan took the initiative to take over the task.

Meng Qiqi always had an inexplicable attraction to him, he unconsciously wanted to get closer, but Meng Qiqi never saw him.

He always talked to him across the dune, Meng Qiqi was a little cold towards him.But the next time, the next time, Chen Boyan still came, and he attributed it to his sense of responsibility.

This time, I don't know how many times Chen Boyan sent things.Meng Qiqi was awakened by his sudden voice, turned over while muttering, and fell from the tree.

Chen Boyan's heart tightened, but Meng Qiqi turned around in the air and landed safely.

He cannot see himself.

Chen Boyan watched him go out, talking to himself back then across the sand dunes.Only then did he discover that the people standing outside the sand dune could not see what was going on inside, but the people inside could see it clearly.

At this moment, Meng Qiqi was standing in front of Chen Boyan, tilting his head and looking at him carefully, the distance between the two was less than half a step.

Chen Boyan didn't realize it, and continued to shout: "Uncle, are you there?"

Meng Qiqi deliberately leaned into his ear and said, "I'm here."

The sound passed through the sand dunes before it reached Chen Boyan's ears. He did not doubt that it was him. He bent down and put the things he brought on the ground, saying: "I put the things outside, please take them away as soon as possible. There are masters inside." I personally went down the mountain to buy the roast chicken for you, it was still hot."

Meng Qiqi looked at him, showed a ferocious grin on the top of his head, and whispered, "Idiot."

Chen Boyan straightened his back, and he recovered as before.But soon he realized that Chen Boyan couldn't see him, so he glared at him again, and walked back and forth in front of him, looking like he really wanted to throw the roast chicken on Chen Boyan's head.

But Chen Boyan left quickly, Meng Qiqi watched him leave, then took the things back silently.

In the end, he sat down under the tree, drank and ate meat, and scolded Mr. Fang.

Chen Boyan never knew that Meng Qiqi in the sand dunes had such a vivid expression. If he knew, he must...

No, no ifs, these are things of the past.Chen Boyan clearly realized this, and the scene in front of him changed again.

The golden leaves on the tree were almost gone, and a few dead branches were exposed.

Meng Qiqi danced his sword under the tree, and the boundless fallen leaves fluttered between his movements.A silver light flashed by, and the fallen leaves were strangled into smaller pieces by the sharp sword intent, and they spread like snow, spreading a thick layer on the ground.

As if he was tireless, he kept waving the sword in his hand until he fell off the ground and fell to the ground.

He fell heavily, gasping for breath, looking at the sky.

Chen Boyan was standing beside him, trying to see the scenery he was looking into from his eyes.But that day was very high and far away, so Meng Qiqi's eyes were empty, as if there was nothing.

Sweat was running down his cheeks, Chen Boyan couldn't help but reach out to wipe it off, but when he touched him, he heard a call from behind.

"Master nephew?"

"Master nephew?"

That was... the voice of my little uncle.

Chen Boyan's heart was shocked suddenly, and he woke up.He opened his eyes and saw 25-year-old Meng Qiqi standing in front of him, staring at him curiously, asking, "What did you see?"

"I saw you."

"No wonder your face is rippling."

Chen Boyan: "..."

After finishing speaking, Meng Qiqi turned around and walked towards the hut. After walking a few steps, she turned her head vigilantly and asked, "You don't see anything you shouldn't see, do you?"

Chen Boyan: "For example?"

"There is no example." Meng Qiqi strode forward again.Chen Boyan looked at his reddened ears, and felt that he must have missed something in that illusion.

In fact, it has only been a moment since Chen Boyan fell into the illusion of time.

Meng Qiqi walked briskly into the thatched hut, looking at the spotless table and the quilts piled up randomly as if the owner had slept here last night, they were all the same as before.

Chen Boyan knew that he was here looking for something, but he didn't know what he was looking for.So when he saw Meng Qiqi kneeling by the bed and pulling something from under the bed, he couldn't help but ask, "What is little uncle looking for?"

"Wine." Meng Qiqi pulled hard, and pulled out a jar of wine from under the bed, and then another jar, and another jar. The bottom of the bed was like a bottomless pit, filled with wine jars.

Finally, Meng Qiqi sat in the middle of a pile of wine jars, patted the wine jars with satisfaction, and said, "I'm done drinking, so I came here to pick it up. This apricot grove is really a wonderful place to store wine. A new jar of wine is stored." Let it go down, take it out after two years, and it will be more than ten years old."

After finishing speaking, Meng Qiqi slapped open a jar of wine and sniffed it, immediately showing an intoxicated expression: "It's really good."

Chen Boyan thought to himself: The little uncle must have been corrupted by Zhou Ziheng. From now on, when people mention their little uncle in the Gushan Jiange, I am afraid they will add two words-drunkard.

In addition, the patriarch must never have imagined that the apricot forest he planted would have such a magical effect.