I live in Beihai Jun Nanhai [Rebirth]

Ji Qinglin didn't care whether he understood or believed him, he raised his hand and patted his shoulder and said, "This time I came here to tell you that the ending of "Four Seasons Mountain" can be changed. "

Luo Ying was still in a daze, apparently still unable to recover from the words just now, when she heard Ji Qinglin say this, she asked in a hurry, "How to change?"

"Changed to..." Ji Qinglin tilted his head to look at Wuyi and said with a knowing look, "Shui Jing Shenzun was reincarnated after a thousand years, and the two masters and apprentices reunited in the world, and from then on... they wandered the world hand in hand."

Luoying stared at Ji Qinglin and blinked, then looked at Xie Wuyi very quickly, as if she had vaguely understood something, but this idea was too unbelievable to accept for a while.

"Okay, I've said all I need to say," Ji Qinglin said, "We're still in a hurry to wander the world, let's go."

Saying that, Ji Qing waved his hands at Luo Ying, who was standing still, and turned and walked out with Xie Wuyi.

After leaving Jiyan Pavilion and slowly strolling in Yunzhou City under the setting sun, Xie Wuyi thought that Ji Qinglin just wanted to wander around and had no definite destination, but unexpectedly, he was brought to a familiar place not long after. .

Yu Xinglu.

Different from the desertedness of Jiyan Pavilion, Yu Xinglu is almost always busy from morning to night. When the two stepped into the door, they saw Manager Zhu drinking tea and talking with a rich businessman at the table. What are you talking about, the arrogant demeanor of his gestures is really different from the flattery and flattery he used to treat Yinluo at the beginning.

While talking eloquently, when he inadvertently raised his eyes and saw Ji Qinglin and the two walking in from the door, Manager Zhu's complexion suddenly changed, but luckily he didn't make it too obvious, he just swallowed his mouth and tried to calm down He turned his head and greeted the wealthy businessman to sit down for a while, then got up and greeted him.

When he got close, he smiled and said politely: "Young Masters, are you... are you here to pick up the pawned poems?"

"No, no, no," Ji Qinglin waved his hands and smiled, "We just want to borrow the study room again, is it convenient?"

Manager Zhu was taken aback, and thought to himself, could it be that the money for poetry and essays last time has been spent, and this is making money again?

Wanting to think about it, he still smiled and said: "It's convenient, why is this inconvenient, two young masters, please come with me."

"Don't be so troublesome," Ji Qinglin raised his chin at the rich businessman and said, "Manager Zhu still has things to do, so don't delay, we can go by ourselves."

Manager Zhu looked back at the wealthy businessman, rolled his eyes, nodded and said, "That's fine."

As he said that, he greeted a waiter in the hall: "Xiao Si, take the two young masters to the study, and then serve a pot of good tea."

The clerk hurriedly responded, and led the two of them to the study in the backyard, and then closed the door to make tea.

Xie Wuyi followed Ji Qinglin into Yu Xinglu and didn't say much, but now he finally asked, "What are you doing here?"

Ji Qinglin grinned, pulled him to the desk where he was sitting last time, untied the saber around his waist and held it in his hand, pressed his shoulder to make him sit down, spread out the paper on the desk, picked up the pen and handed him the words : "Okay, let's write."

"Write?" Xie Wuyi took the pen inexplicably, but he still didn't know what he meant.

Ji Qinglin turned around and walked to the side table to sit down, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "At the beginning, I took Yanque together to trick me into writing poems, and I wrote fifty poems, which cost me a lot of brains. You're on your head, now I'm penniless, can't you make money to pay me back?"

Xie Wuyi obviously didn't expect that there was such a thing waiting here, feeling helpless and sweet in his heart, he immediately responded with kindness: "What Master said is very true, we should pay it back."

"Well, copying your article back then doesn't count, there are 49 articles left," Ji Qinglin said solemnly, "Let's write about spring as last time, one article per article, 49 poems."

Xie Wuyi pursed his lips and nodded with a chuckle, lifted his pen and dipped it in ink, and began to write.

Ji Qinglin bowed his head and gently pulled out the bone sword in his hand, and touched the word "Qing'a" on the sword's name engraved on Na Yuwen.

When he gave the sword to Xie Wuyi back then, he only engraved the two columns of Yu characters implying "Wuyi", but he did not name the sword. The word "Qing'a" was obviously added by Xie Wuyi later. .

"Qing'a" means "green mountain", which echoes the phrase "green mountain melts with snow" on the title page of "A Thousand Scenes of Yujing" inscribed by Xie Wuyi at the beginning, both of which imply the coming of winter and spring.

It is self-evident why he chose this name for the sword.

Twilight recedes and night falls.

The guy named Xiaosi brought tea, Ji Qinglin poured a cup and brought it to Xie Wuyi, took advantage of the situation and lit the candle on the desk, then sat back and quietly looked at his side face illuminated by the candlelight.

The eyebrows and eyes are the same as before, and the look is the same, but it seems that no matter what, you can't get tired of it.

Ji Qinglin was engrossed by himself, and after an unknown amount of time, Xie Wuyi breathed a sigh of relief, put the pen aside, raised his head and said, "Okay."

Ji Qinglin seemed to wake up for the first time, and immediately glanced at the candle on the table, and couldn't help but wondered: "So fast?"

Although he was so engrossed that he forgot the time, the candle seemed to have not burned much compared to when it was lit before. Obviously, his mind-wandering time was not too long. How could he finish writing 49 poems so quickly?

As Ji Qinglin asked, he got up and walked to the desk, and stretched out his hand suspiciously towards him.

Xie Wuyi calmly handed him the thick stack of poems, but when he withdrew his hand, the corners of his lips curled imperceptibly.

Ji Qinglin didn't notice this slight change. At this moment, all his thoughts were spent on curiosity, and he immediately looked down after receiving the poem.

The first article, the first sentence, Ji Qinglin didn't notice anything unusual, but when he saw the second sentence, he couldn't help being a little startled.

Strange, why is it so familiar?

Looking at the third sentence again, Ji Qinglin frowned slightly, then scanned the last sentence, quickly put this one aside, and looked at it.

Part two.

The third, the fourth...

Ji Qinglin's brows gradually relaxed, but he slowly put on a smile, full of threats that were ready to strike.

Finally finished reading the last article, Ji Qinglin slowly raised his head, squinted his eyes and nodded while raising his eyebrows: "You are really good."

All the poems and essays in my hand were written by Ji Qing Lindian last time, let alone a single word, and even the order is the same as when he wrote it.

It has to be said that Xie Wuyi's photographic memory really opened Ji Qinglin's horizons, but seeing that he was sent to the army again, he couldn't just say no to it without a stand?

Xie Wuyi has been closely watching the changes in Ji Qinglin's face, and when he first saw his deflated expression, he laughed secretly. At this moment, his body was trembling with laughter, and he put his empty fist to his lips and cleared his throat. Said: "Master is so talented, I feel ashamed, so I can only make such a bad move. Even if I think about it, Manager Zhu can't tell the difference, it's okay."

Ji Qinglin glared at him with an annoyed smile, thinking not to mention that Manager Zhu couldn't tell the difference, even if he could tell, would he still dare to expose you?

Thinking about it, Ji Qinglin patted the pile of poems and essays and said, "Even so, you owe me 49 poems, but here are only 48 poems?"

Even though he saw ten lines at a glance just now, he didn't forget to count them by the way. There are 48 poems in his hand, and there is clearly one poem short.

Xie Wuyi was not surprised by this, and said unhurriedly: "48 is enough."

As he spoke, he raised his hands and groped around the back of his neck, took out a string from his collar and hung it in front of Ji Qinglin's eyes.

Under the thin rope, there is a copper coin hanging.

"This is..." Ji Qinglin said in disbelief, "The one I gave you?"

Xie Wuyi nodded.

Ji Qinglin stretched out his hand to grab the string, stared at the copper coin in his palm, but his mind flashed through the bits and pieces in the treasure letters of Four Seasons Valley, and felt mixed feelings for a moment.

After a long time, he raised his head, unable to laugh or cry, and said, "Why do you keep everything? If I lose a hair in the future, do you still plan to sew it on clothes as gold thread?"

These words were originally teasing, but unexpectedly Xie Wuyi thought about it decently, nodded deeply and said: "Master's suggestion is very good."

Ji Qinglin was speechless, and pulled him up to go out.

It was mid-moon when the two walked out of Yuxinglu, and the night market in Yunzhou City was bustling, with stalls of various colors all over the street, high-hanging lanterns everywhere, and the sound of hawking and laughing.

Ji Qinglin held the rattling purse in his hands, and wandered side by side with Xie Wuyi in the crowd. As he walked, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he dragged Xie Wuyi to a stall.

"Sister?" Ji Qinglin giggled.

Behind the steaming stall, the girl selling jujube cake looked at Ji Qinglin and said with a bright smile, "Young master is here again? Was the jujube cake delicious last time?"

Ji Qinglin clamped Xie Wuyi's arm under his armpit, nodded repeatedly and said, "It's delicious, my sister said last time that she would bring it when I have a young lady, so why don't I bring him here to eat?"

After finishing speaking, Ji Qinglin turned his head and blinked at Xie Wuyi, and saw him looking back at him calmly, as if he didn't feel uncomfortable at all with this title, but the roots of his ears were obviously slightly red.

The girl was stunned, she took a quick look at Xie Wuyi, and then said happily: "Okay, okay, come and eat, my sister invites you to eat!"

"No, no, this time I have money," Ji Qinglin shook the purse in his hand and said, "Please trouble me to pack some for us, so that I, a 'little lady', can try something new."

The girl could not help nodding and laughing while she opened the steamer, took out a few pieces of jujube paste cakes, wrapped them in oil paper and handed them to Ji Qinglin.

Ji Qinglin didn't even ask the price, and directly grabbed a large handful of copper coins from the purse and put them on the stall, took the oiled paper bag and waved his hand: "Goodbye, sister, we'll come back later if we're hungry!"

Walking through the bustling market, with Xie Wuyi's arm under his arm, a warm oiled paper bag and a bulging money bag in his hand, Ji Qinglin only felt that the world was infinitely better.

After walking for a while, he raised his hand to open the greased paper bag, handed it to Xie Wuyi's mouth and said, "Here, try one quickly, you didn't eat it last time."

Xie Wuyi lowered his head and picked up a piece and wrapped it in his mouth. Ji Qinglin immediately asked, "How does it taste?"

Xie Wuyi chewed and swallowed, nodded and smiled, "It's very sweet."

Looking at the stars in his eyes and the warmth of his lips, Ji Qinglin smiled contentedly and narrowed his eyes.

After visiting the night market and passing through the city gate, the hustle and bustle around the city is silent. There is not even a sound of insects on the outskirts of the city in winter, only the sound of white feathers fluttering in the forest and the rustling of leaves.

Walking through the forest with thick dead leaves, not long after, there was a flickering sparkle in front of me.

That was the lakeside when we first saw each other in this life.

Just like that night, the bright moonlight poured over the lake, like a veil, like a mist, hazy and quiet.

"Master," Xie Wuyi said softly when walking to the lakeside, "I have a question to ask Master."

Ji Qinglin just picked up a piece of jujube cake from the oil-paper bag, before putting it in his mouth, he tilted his head and said, "What a coincidence? I also have a question to ask you."

Xie Wuyi chuckled and said, "Then master will ask first."

Ji Qinglin didn't evade, nodded and said: "I went to Beihai for two months, and when I got back, I saw you standing by the forest outside the salt office for a long time. What were you looking at?"

Ji Qinglin still remembered that there was only a father who scolded his child while chopping trees in the forest, and he really didn't understand why Xie Wuyi could watch it so engrossed.

For Xie Wuyi, 300 years have passed this past event, but he replied without recalling it as if it was still fresh in his memory: "When the father was cutting down the tree, there was a flying bird on the top of the tree. There were chirping and circling around. The child looked up and saw a bird's nest on the tree, so he begged his father to keep the tree, but the father ignored him. After the tree fell, the bird's nest fell to the ground, and the child picked up the bird's nest and held it in his hand He kept crying and saying that his father was cruel, so he was reprimanded by his father."

Hearing what he said, Ji Qinglin immediately remembered that the child was holding something like a bird's nest in his hand at that time, but he still couldn't understand it, so he blinked and said, "It's because of this that you are fascinated, even Didn't you notice the approaching footsteps?"

Xie Wuyi lowered his head and smiled shyly, as if he was a little ashamed to speak, and said after a while: "Master, do you still remember the name of my residence in Four Seasons Valley?"

Ji Qinglin thought for a while and said, "Flying Bird Pavilion?"

Xie Wuyi nodded, and said slowly: "In my opinion, Master was as unrestrained as a bird, and Yu Country was like that mountain forest, and I was a tree in the forest."

"Privately, I wanted to keep Master and give Master a place to live, but at that time the Daluan attack was imminent, and the mountain forest was in danger. I should live and die with the mountain forest, but I didn't want Master to suffer too. this implicated."

"At that time, I heard Yan Que say that Master had returned to Beihai. Although I felt sad, I was a little fortunate. I thought it would be good. Even if the mountains and forests are completely destroyed in the future, the birds can still fly in the sky."

It was the first time Ji Qinglin heard him express his heart so frankly, his heart softened, his heart ached and he was sour.

He knew that if it hadn't been for the fact that things had passed by now, if he hadn't asked for it today, he might never have taken the initiative to mention it.

Thinking about it, he lowered his head and took a bite of the jujube cake in his hand, handed the remaining half to Xie Wuyi's mouth and said, "Here, from now on we will only eat sweet ones, not bitter ones."

Xie Wuyi swallowed the half of jujube cake, pursed his lips and nodded with a smile.

Ji Qinglin clapped the debris in his hands and said, "Okay, I'm done asking my questions, it's your turn."

Xie Wuyi swallowed the pastry in his mouth, and then said: "When I came down from Nanshan, the emperor asked Master why he didn't keep the jade pendant for himself, but gave it to him. What did Master answer?"

At that time Xie Wuyi was walking in front, and when Ji Qinglin answered, he tilted his head and covered his mouth like a mosquito, Xie Wuyi turned his head and saw the emperor's expression was very indescribable after listening, really curious what kind of answer he heard.

Moreover, in fact, he also wanted to know the answer to the question the emperor asked.

Ji Qinglin picked up another piece of jujube cake, shaking it gently while pretending to be deep, "Well, I can't tell you about this."

Xie Wuyi stared at him with his head tilted, his eyes full of exploration, as if he had to ask him to answer before he would give up.

"Then how about this?" Ji Qinglin turned his head and raised his eyebrows at him with a sly smile, then tapped his cheek with his fingertips and said, "Kiss me, I can consider whether to reluctantly tell..."

The last word was already sealed in his mouth by a warm lip, Ji Qinglin responded contentedly while slightly curling the corners of his mouth.

Silly apprentice.

Back then on the Furen Gorge at Anyu Pass, you said that I would still look the same when you were an octogenarian, so you envied me.

Although I knew this was a joke, I never forgot it.

Prolonged life and eternal youth are not what I want.

I just want to hold my son's hand and let the symbiosis flourish.

(End of the article)

The author has something to say:

This story has all ended here, and I sincerely thank my treasure angels for their company and support along the way.

During the time when the full text was deposited, the document where this book is located is like a piece of pure land that is independent of the real world and belongs to me alone, or in other words, it is like an unknown drama staged in a certain corner , the actors are unknown actors, and the actors have an unimpressive script in their hands. From the beginning to the end, I was the only one in the audience, sharing the same sorrow and joy with the people in the play.

In this world, I am relaxed and happy most of the time, avoiding the complicated and trivial things in reality, temporarily forgetting those troubles that can be solved or cannot be solved, pretending that I am a member of this story, watching them laughing and cursing each other, listening to They talk about past loves and hatreds.

Thanks to you who accidentally clicked into this book on a certain day in a certain year, unlocked this world, walked into this empty and deserted theater, and accompanied me to watch the play to the end.

Because of you, I am no longer the only spectator in this play, no longer the only audience in this theater.

This is really a warm and wonderful encounter that can only be explained by fate.

Thanks for fate^_^

Several different types of pre-received articles have been listed in the column:

Game system pure love: "This NPC is a bit sweet"

Ancient Fantasy Pure Love: "Dream Maker [Rebirth]"

Modern Fantasy Pure Love: "My Shadow Is Tricky"

The full text is saved, and the article can be opened directly after writing and revision, which can ensure continuous updating during the serialization period.

So, finally, I bow again and thank you for your patience in seeing this place.

I hope we will meet again in the future ^_^