Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

It's about relaxing. "

"En." Chun Shui nodded slightly.

Tantai Qingyan turned around and was about to leave when she suddenly remembered something, an inexplicable smile hung on the corner of her mouth, she looked very gentle: "Shui'er, do you feel lonely after practicing alone?"

He didn't wait for Chun Shui to answer, and continued: "How about letting the second young master of the Xiao family practice with you?"

Chun Shui widened his eyes slightly in surprise, and watched his father smile more and more gently: "Go to the medicine garden cliff to pick him up, and you will live together in the future. I will order someone to prepare a room for him."

Before Chun Shui could react, he swung his long sleeves behind him, as if stepping on green smoke, and left lightly, his steps were not as light as the fireworks in the world.

Tantai Chunshui was stunned for a long while, staring at the ground with hazy eyes, sighed softly, took out a white folding fan from the mustard bracelet, and threw it lightly into the air, the folding fan suddenly stretched and became bigger, he jumped up and stepped on it. The fan flew towards the medicine garden cliff, drawing a silver-white trace in the blue sky.

Penetrating through the moist sea of ​​clouds, Chunshuishou hit the edge of the medicine garden cliff with the unblocking formula, a ray of light fluctuated in the air, and disappeared silently after a while, Chunshui flew down on the medicine garden cliff, slowly watching the ups and downs, The green nursery with appropriate shades sighed again, and walked towards the cabin.

It has long been heard that the Xiao family died in a great chaos four years ago, and now there are only three young orphans left in the Xiao family, the eldest son Xiao Baili, the second son Xiao Qingli and the youngest daughter Xiao Hongli.

Among them, except Xiao Baili who had already left home when the tragedy happened, Xiao Qingli and Xiao Hongli were brought back by their father to take care of them to comfort their aunt, Qingli's mother, Tantai Fangfei's spirit in heaven.

But because Qingli witnessed the death of his parents on that catastrophic night, he was overly frightened, so he has been recuperating alone in the medicine garden cliff, and never practiced with a group of young disciples in the front mountain like his sister Hongli.This is the second time I've seen him in four years.

Chun Shui still vaguely remembers the panic-stricken little boy with slender eyes, pulling his sister timidly, and standing awkwardly on the steps of the painted red gate of Tantai's house. The dark horse snorted.

However, Xiao Qingli, a little boy whose family has been destroyed, who left his hometown and first arrived in a strange place, when he saw him, he had slender eyebrows and eyes, his thin lips curled into the shape of a crescent moon, and he smiled shyly but warmly.

Thinking of this, Chunshui quickened his pace, and he will practice together in the future. He has taken care of his body over the years, and his cultivation has probably fallen a lot. Maybe he can help him.

Sensitive to the fluctuation of life on the edge of the cliff, Chunshui walked there without hesitation.This medicinal garden cliff is full of aura, and it is the place where Tantai's family grows common medicinal herbs. It is regarded as a forbidden area on weekdays, and only Qingli lives on it, taking care of these medicinal herbs by the way.Occasionally, elders would come here to pick old medicinal materials and refine elixirs for low-level disciples.

Walking along the field ridge, Chun Shui saw Song Jing with black hair flying in clothes and flying on the edge of the cliff from a distance, thin and lonely, unable to blend into this world.

At this time, the sky had begun to darken, the air was slightly blue, the golden-red halo on the sea of ​​clouds slowly faded, and the floating clouds became condensed, icy one after another.The wind on the cliff was also strong, and the clothes were pulled back vigorously, and the face, hands and feet exposed to the wind became cold.

Song Jing smoothed her messy long hair, and after realizing it was futile, she gave up the idea of ​​making the long hair tame, turned around and prepared to walk back.He understood that if there was no way out on the other side, he would be considered trapped on the cliff. After all, he still had no way out.

So Song Jing was undoubtedly taken aback when he saw a slightly hunched back, slender but thin and weak boy with a sickly pale complexion and sad eyes.But then he was relieved, maybe he was just a poor person trapped here like himself.

Song Jing was originally withdrawn and didn't like to socialize with others. At a time when his own situation was unknown and the crisis was hidden, he had no other feelings for the boy except a little bit of surprise.

So in the strong wind, he firmly held his long hair that was blown across his face, walked back along the way, and passed the young man naturally, without looking sideways, and did not see the young man's suddenly pale face.

"Xiao..." The young man quickly turned around and stared at the dark figure in front of him, and quickly called out, "Xiao Qingli, stop for me."

Tantai Chunshui hasn't spoken in such a fast and loud voice for a long time, his face turned red, he panted softly, his sad eyes showed a little more puzzlement and eagerness, and he even felt wronged: "You don't remember me gone."

He felt a little upset, I remember you for so long, but on the other hand, why don't you remember me?

He doesn't know that many things in the world are not simply measured by fairness.

Song Jing was startled for a moment before suddenly realizing that she was Xiao Qingli now.

Song Jing turned around, the wind blowing on his face made him squint his eyes involuntarily: "You called me? Who are you and what's the matter?"

Tantai Chunshui's heart seemed to have fallen into an ice hole, trembling and empty, he looked at Song Jing's slender red phoenix eyes, the dark pupils were strange, indifferent and lonely, no matter what he could not overlap with the warm eyes in his memory.

"I am Tantai Chunshui." He said slowly and lowly, tightly holding the shrunken white folding fan in his hand, his frail body was tottering in the wind, his eyes were hazy and sad, and his words were full of sighs: " Father asked me to pick you up, and you will practice with me from now on."

"Yeah." Song Jing touched the bridge of her nose, and came to Chunshui's side, "When are you leaving?"

He wasn't sure who was kind to him and who was tormenting him.

Tantai Chunshui opened the folding fan, and the folding fan unfolded in a beautiful arc, and instantly became larger, floating in the air, firmly said: "Come up."

This... Song Jing's fingertips twitched, her heart trembled, what kind of world did she come to?

Four large golden characters suddenly appeared in his mind - "calligraphy and painting into the Tao".Song Jing was in a trance for a while, and saw countless small golden characters swirling down from the sky like raindrops. The densely packed small characters disturbed people's minds and made them hard to see clearly. Only the four big characters "calligraphy and painting into Taoism" were extremely clear and thorough in his mind. one slice.Perhaps in an instant or over the years, Song Jing knew that she had another memory, a memory about this world.

This world is called Jingchen, and it is very similar to the realm of comprehension described in the novel, but it does not distinguish between many realms.Because in addition to the practice of the method of magic formulas and talisman formations, there are many forbidden techniques, so it is normal for the weak to defeat the strong.

Therefore, when judging a person's cultivation base, he basically looked at the amount of spiritual power in his body, and then at the power of the forbidden technique.

There are no sects in the world of comprehension, only families and casual cultivators.

There are not only monks in the shocking world, but mortals make up the majority.Behind the great powers in the mundane world is hidden a big clan of cultivation. It can be said that the Xiazhi Empire, which shocked the world, is jointly controlled by six big families and the royal family.Among them, the royal family is determined by the fate of heaven and earth. They cannot join the realm of cultivation and live the same life as heaven and earth, but they have the right to command the world. There is nothing a monk can do.The change of the royal family is also a decision to change the fate, no matter how skillful anyone is, it is impossible to intervene in it.

After Song Jing sorted out her thoughts, she came back to her senses and saw the changing scenery in front of her eyes, the bluestone floor, the patchwork of corridors and pavilions, and the clear spring hidden in the garden flowing under the night.

Watching Chunshui shrink the folding fan, flipping his palm, the folding fan disappeared in his hand in an instant, Song Jing felt a little regretful, she was distracted while on the fan, and didn't even enjoy the feeling of flying the fan.

Tantai Chunshui glanced at the squinting Song Jing distantly, not sure what he was thinking.He didn't know where the room his father mentioned was arranged, so he simply led Song Jing to the reception hall.

03 Hypocrisy Mask

更新时间2010-3-1613:29:13字数：3347

Tantai Chunshui slowly leads the way ahead, he is not a talkative person, but seeing the vast night in the corridor in the garden, the silence of flowers and plants, and the intermittent hoarse insects, I always feel itchy in my heart, like It's a feather sweeping lightly, but I don't know what I want, what I want to say, and what I want to do.Secretly annoyed at Song Jing's indifference and withdrawn, wondering how the warm eyes in the past could become what they are now -- unreasonable, he shook hands in boredom, his face was pale under the newly-rising crescent moon, and he let out an inexplicable sigh Gently overflowing his lips, slowly being swallowed by the dark night.

For Tantai Chunshui, sighing seems to be born with breathing.

Song Jing heard the sigh, squinted his eyes and looked at the slightly hunched back in front of him, weak and pale, with a clear temperament, thinking of the pair of sad eyes he saw on the cliff, he felt that this was a person who was not proud of himself in ancient times. The young master, romantic, drunk with the shadows, depressed after climbing a tall building, watching the world without knowing himself.

Such a young master cannot be contacted with the word "talented scholar", and has nothing to do with knights.It was rare for Song Jing to improve his literary literacy. He watched Chunshui walk slowly, as if he was carrying a mountain and a long river on his back. For a while, he could only think of four words——

Ended up depressed.

"Where are we going now?" Song Jing felt a softness in his heart.No one knew that the words "depressed and dying" reminded him of his sister, an elusive woman who raised him and died in his arms.

I remember that when the woman was forty but still delicate and charming, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, the tears were cold and fell on the