[Scholar Who Walks the Night] You Zhichuan

There is a piece of land in the back mountain of Zangjian Peak called Bailuya. There are not so many lingering and beautiful allusions. It was named purely because of several white-haired fairy deer.But this is the residence of Yue Zhao. She considers herself a person with a very romantic life. There is a great poet in the mortal world who wrote a poem, "The mountains are towering and green, and the sky rises above; the flying pavilion flows down, and there is no land below." Bailuya's Bailuya barely managed to achieve the first half of the sentence.

It can only do the first half of the sentence.

Although she also wanted to build a flying pavilion to hide her beauty in a golden house, she always had to consider the specific reality.Not to mention how many materials and how much energy it takes to refine a large pavilion-style magic weapon, but if the ghost lives in such a large room after successful refining, I am afraid that the little beauty will not be happy.

Yue Zhao herself doesn't live in the house, even after she was picked up when she was ten years old, she was pampered and raised, but that wildness has long been engraved in her bones.She has always been casual, she can sleep on high beds and soft pillows, and she can sleep on the ground under the sky. In order to suppress the burning spiritual fire in her spiritual veins, she usually turns back to her original body and nests at the bottom of the lake when she is resting, so she doesn't need a house up.

Bailuya doesn't have a residence in the literal sense, the reason why it is called Yuezhao's territory is because her original body can just circle around it, and it can just enclose the range of Bailuya.She started early, so she included this place as her territory early.

Master has always paid attention to their hands-on ability-of course this is just a nice way of saying it-in short, they have to do everything by themselves.

So now Yue Zhao is building a house by himself. As a senior sister with full basic skills, building a house is naturally a trivial matter.She held a piece of bamboo in her mouth and was beating it with a small wooden hammer. It looked like that.

Since he will live here in the future, when Yue Zhao asked him what kind of house he wanted to live in, the ghost thought for a while and answered, "Is a bamboo house okay?" He thought a clean little bamboo house like Master's would be good.

Bamboo house?Yue Zhao raised his eyebrows and nodded.

Building a house is not difficult, Yue Zhao only needs to think about the general framework, and leave the rest to the paper puppet.She quickly folded a few small paper figurines, poured spiritual power into them to make puppets, and handed over the drawings and instructions, and all she had to do was wait.

After arranging the task of building the house, Yue Zhao suddenly remembered something. She pointed to the lake behind her and said to the ghost: "There is a jar of wine that I buried a long time ago on the island in the middle of the lake. Do you want to taste it?"

The ghost said yes.

**

The lake in Bailuya is not too wide, and Yue Zhao walked on the water holding the ghost's hand, seeing that he was at a loss, she rolled her eyes with a smile, then squeezed his hand tightly, and said, "Don't be afraid, I will I'm holding you, I won't let you fall."

Don't be afraid, I'm pulling you.

— She is pulling me.

The ghost let out a sigh of relief. He thought that his existence was special enough, but he didn't expect that the place where Yue Zhao lived was even more unbelievable.Sure enough, he still needs time to adapt to everything unusual in this world.

There is a peach tree planted on the small island in the middle of the lake, and the season of Hidden Sword Peak is fixed in early spring, so the peach tree is in full bloom, and when the wind blows and the rain hits, it always drops a large piece of broken flowers.There was just a light rain last night, the land was sticky and wet, the dark soil was mixed with a little pink, and there were a few scents of flowers in the air.

Yue Zhao buried the wine jar under the peach tree, and now it has been aged for nearly 200 years, thanks to the spirit flowers and herbs she used, otherwise the wine that has been aged for such a long time would make people afraid to drink it.

She dug out the wine jar with tools, slapped off the mud seal, took out a pair of jade wine cups from the storage bag, and poured two glasses of wine.It is said that the wine brewed by this recipe has a strong aftertaste, so she wants to try it.

Yue Zhao handed one of the cups to the ghost, and told him, "It is said that the stamina is very strong, drink it slowly."

The ghost is holding the wine cup, with a sprig of spring peach blossoms on top, two petals fluttering down, whirling and falling into the cup, like a small boat floating in the water.Over there, Yue Zhao had already emptied a cup in two or three sips, but he was still hesitating here.He doesn't drink very well, and he rarely drinks. I still remember the last time I drank with Yue Zhao. At that time, he used this face to trick her into drinking all the wine. Looking back now, it seems that it has been a long time ago. .

Seeing that Yuezhao had finished drinking a cup, he sipped some taste and went to scoop up another cup, she didn't feel anything on her face, so the ghost was a little relieved, the stamina might be deceiving.He drank the cup in his hand.

The liquor entered the throat, causing a burning pain.

"Ahem!" He couldn't hold back his cough.

Hearing the voice, Yue Zhao hurriedly raised her head: "What's the matter?" Seeing that the other party choked on the spirits and even coughed until tears filled her eyes, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.She probably guessed that the little beauty can't drink, but she didn't expect that he couldn't stand even a glass.

She took the wine cup from him with a playful smile, rummaged through her pockets and took out two pieces of marzipan, slapped it on his hands, and sneered mercilessly: "Forget it, forget it, you should eat candy, drinking is something grown-ups do."

She conveniently picked up a piece of candy wrapper and fed it to Baby Jiaojiao.

The ghost lowered his head and licked the candy from her fingertips, and pressed his tongue against his cheek.

Yue Zhaoxin said that he was coquettish and could not take a sip of alcohol, but he ate sweets very quickly.

"This wine is so strong." The ghost swallowed a piece of sugar, and his voice was a bit vague.

"You can't drink it, what's the matter with the wine?" Yue Zhao kicked the wine jar on the ground, motioning for the other party to look, "Do you know what kind of wine it is?"

He shook his head.

"In the mortal world, there is a kind of wine called Nurhong, which is a must-have for a rich family to marry a daughter. It is said that the first three bowls of wine in the altar should be given to the father of the bride, the husband and the father of the husband respectively."

"It's a pity that you and I have no father or mother, and the master is not good at drinking. I thought I would share it with you. Who knows that you can't drink."

Yue Zhao snorted, looking a little frustrated.It's rare for her to come up with something that has something to do with the wind, the flowers, the snow and the moon. She never thought that the plan would never keep up with the changes.

The vampire blinked: "You mean... me and you...?" He was a little unsure.

"In the world of cultivating immortals, the meaning of a contract is far greater than a marriage letter. You have my stamp on you, and you still want to admit it?" Yue Zhao glanced at him, and then slowly changed his face when he thought of something, "Or Do you want the Double Cultivation Ceremony?"

"What's that?" This was another new word he didn't understand.

"Well... a wedding banquet, it should be considered."

In the past, most of the double cultivation ceremonies that Yue Zhao participated in were marriages between sects. The meaning given to them was not only the combination of two people, but also the alliance between the two sects. Even the blessings from other sects at the banquet often reflected their strength. tyrannical or not.In this state of marriage, newcomers often don't attract much attention, so Yue Zhao didn't pay too much attention.

"Do you want one, I can get you one."

It doesn't matter if you didn't pay attention before, it's too late to think about it now.

What should I prepare for the Double Cultivation Ceremony?

The food and lodging of the guests must be taken care of, the location must also be prepared, oh yes, there is also a list...

Anyone can think of a rough plan, but once it is put into action, you will know how troublesome it is.

Yue Zhao frowned, the more he thought about it, the more irritable he became. To hold the Double Cultivation Ceremony, just the preparatory work required a lot of scattered work, which was annoying and troublesome.

Yue Zhao: It makes people close to themselves.

Seeing her bitter and bitter look, a smile appeared on the man's lips, he lowered his head and approached her, his voice seemed to be soaked in wine:

"Don't need any double cultivation ceremony, you will be very tired to prepare."

You have a conscience.

Yue Zhao blinked, and suddenly felt in a trance, and smelled a bit of the cold wine fragrance from the other party's body on the tip of his nose.

The smell is intoxicating.Obviously only drank one cup, how come it has such a strong taste.

She shook her head vigorously, but she was not awake at all, but even more dizzy.

With a thought in his heart, the ghost touched the back of her head with his hand, grabbed the red hair rope and pulled it lightly, and the thick black hair fell down all over his shoulders.At this time, the wind blew, and the petals fell sporadically, mixed in her winding black hair, and her cheeks were as red as flying into red clouds.

The stamina of this wine is coming up.

Yue Zhao staggered and was about to fall, but the ghost hurriedly hugged her to prevent her little head from being opened.

The drunk Yue Zhao is the most obedient, obedient and not fussy, and will hold his sleeve and smile sweetly at you.But her behavior is controlled by her subconscious mind, she is very restrained, and usually does not spend more than half an hour drunk.She likes to drink but is not addicted to alcohol. After thinking about it carefully, the ghost has only seen her drunk twice so far, so she must be sober this time.

Every time at this time, Yue Zhao is always very talkative, and there is nothing wrong with saying anything, and of course it is best to use clichés.

The ghost raised her chin and looked at the glittering golden pupils. The small mole seemed to have grown to his heart. The organ was beating and moving, and the red mole was also bright and eye-catching.He let out a long sigh and asked, "Yue Zhao, why did you bring me to dig this jar of wine today?"

The person in his arms rubbed his hot cheeks with the back of his hand, and replied casually: "Because you are restless, and you have always been here since you arrived here. Don't worry, I am very dedicated, if it is you, then it is You." Her hands were also hot, and it was not comfortable to put them on her face, the ghost covered her hands when she saw it, and she couldn't help sighing at the cold touch.

"The little girl from Ah Jing's family said that people who fall in love always worry about gains and losses. I have experienced more than you, so I have to be more tolerant."

"We have formed a contract. You can see my past in the sea of ​​consciousness in Lingfu. If you are curious, you can see it yourself."

So that pool of black water is your sea of ​​consciousness?That's pretty special.He couldn't help reminding her, "Memory is a very private thing."

Even if it's the same thing, seeing it directly and describing it in words are two different things. Careful words can still convey wrong information, but unmodified memories can't lie.

"It's necessary to be honest with your partner." Yue Zhao said solemnly, "You can watch everything except the part before I was ten years old."

She pressed their foreheads together, and their consciousness sank into the deep sea together.

A clump of scorching flames floats above the vast black sea——the warm and throbbing flame of life of Yue Zhao.Since the bond was formed, the ghost had watched the flames for a long time. It was like a lighthouse, guiding him to muster up the courage to approach.

"You should be more confident. Believe in yourself and me."

Yue Zhao grabbed his hand and covered it with the flames, the ghost's fingers flinched a little, but they were held back and forcefully opened——

It's really warm.

he thought to himself.

**

Contrary to the ghost's expectations, Yue Zhao didn't wake up quickly after being drunk this time, but fell asleep until dawn.Fortunately, after the sunset, the paper puppet had built a small bamboo house and came to Yue Zhao for acceptance, otherwise the two would have to stay on the island all night and blow the cold wind.

When he came back with Yue Zhao in his arms, he happened to meet Yue Jing who came to deliver the bedding. He said that the elder sister asked Si Si to prepare it, and he just happened to be free to deliver it.

Handing the storage bag to the puppet paper figurine, the tireless tools started to work again. Taking advantage of the time when the puppets were busy furnishing the furniture, the ghost stood outside the house with Yue Zhao in his arms and had a brief chat with Yue Jing.

"I'm right, it's better for Senior Sister to talk when she's drunk." Yue Jing smiled, looking extremely friendly.

The ghost remembered that this person quietly built a link with him after meeting him for the first time yesterday, and told him that the senior sister would definitely take him to get the jar of wine. At first, the ghost didn't believe it, but he guessed right .

"How do you know she will take me there?" he asked.

Yue Jing said: "This is related to a past event. My family is very good at brewing wine, and the jar of wine was made from her recipe. In the early years, the senior sister also had the fantasy of a girl's house, drinking with the person she likes on the moon. What. You know, girls' feelings are always poetry." The young man in white blinked his left eye.

The ghost knows that the 'nine-nine' mentioned by the other party is the little girl from the Yuejing family that Yue Zhao mentioned.It's just that Yue Jing, who looks like a flirtatious and frivolous prodigal son, would actually talk about his sweetheart.

Seeing that the puppet paper figurine had finished cleaning the bamboo house, Yue Jing bid farewell with discernment, and after watching him go away, the ghost carried the sleeping Yue Zhao into the room.

There is only one bed in the bamboo house, but it is big enough.I don't know if it was because she returned to a familiar place, Yue Zhao completely let go of her guard, no matter how the ghost played with her, she didn't open her eyes.

Oh, it could also be that the wine has too much stamina.

In short, the ghost carried her to bed, tucked her in the quilt, and then fell asleep with the bulging quilt in his arms.

He hugged her tightly, Yue Zhao struggled a few times in a daze during the night, but was suppressed violently, causing her to sleep restlessly all night.Waking up from a hangover the next day, Yue Zhao clutched his head in pain.She took a Qingxin Pill, and after a while, her luck improved.

The ghost went out early in the morning to breathe fresh air. Ever since he was able to walk in the sun, he hated sleep more and more, and instead made watching the sun rise and moon set a daily necessity.Yue Zhao's comment on this is that he has gradually stepped into an old life, drinking hot tea and watching the sunrise, just a few of his peers playing horses.

When she came back, she saw that Yue Zhao was already awake, so the ghost told her what Yue Jing had said when she came yesterday.Hearing the phrase 'Girls' feelings are always poetry', Yue Zhao's face darkened for a moment, "Did he tell you that?"

The ghost nodded.

She sighed and explained: "Tsk, you can't say that."

"The altar of wine was buried more than 200 years ago. At that time, Ah Jing met his little girl while traveling in the mortal world. When she made love, the girl dug out the daughter red brewed by her father."

"After he came back, Ah Jing said that he had always remembered that smell in his heart. At that time, I was just curious, so I asked him for Fang Zi to brew a pot myself. After thinking about it, it was clear that he remembered the taste because of the wine. It was that girl who became a drop of blood in his heart, it hurts when he touches it, and it hurts when he doesn't look at it."

Ghost: "That girl is now..."

"died."

Yue Zhao rubbed between his brows and said, "He died more than 200 years ago."

The two fell silent immediately.The topic can be stopped here, this is the pain of Yue Jing's life, not something to gossip about.

She got up and got out of bed, only to find that her clothes were crumpled and her outer robe was still on.

Yue Zhao: "..."

She shouldn't expect this person to have much nursing skills.

After Yue Zhao cleaned up neatly, she thought about the importance of today's arrangement - she planned to take the little beauty to meet the elders of other peaks.

She stood in the morning light and reached out to him as usual, "Let's go."

"Ah."

The author has something to say:

I thought I was going to start school soon, but I suddenly received a notice on Tuesday, and when I woke up, I suddenly found out that I had [-] more online classes, it was like a bolt from the blue

Now it is difficult to code between the cracks of the online class

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"Wine on the River" was written by listening to the BGM just in time for Mu Xueyi to write it. If you are interested, you can listen to it