Xiangye wants to brush the sense of existence

The three wandered around the Taoist temple with Zhike for a long time, and two hours passed. Except for two mages with status, they didn't see the real Gongsun Zhi, and Nan Puyue didn't care.

Walking to a row of pavilions, next to the ancient courtyard, there are jagged old trees and green bamboos, and a small stream flows down from the mountain ridge behind Piyong, passes through the bamboo forest, and flows forward.

The air is very fresh, there are crisp birdsong, and several people walk leisurely.

"This is where the monks live, let's take a look at it as we please."

Zhike patiently explained to them all the way.

At this time, Nan Puyue couldn't help asking: "Please ask the chief, do you know where Zhuge Yi lived a few years ago?"

"Zhuge Yi?" Zhike stopped and raised his head, as if thinking about it. After a while, he stroked his black and white beard and said, "Pimpedao has lived here for more than twenty years, and he has never heard of this name." .”

"No?" Nan Puyue frowned slightly, it shouldn't be.

Seeing this, Zhike asked with a smile, "But you are a friend of the young master?"

He laughed, "Of course, it's an old friend." Then he asked again, "Is there only one place in Wan'an Temple?"

Zhi Kewen was stunned by this question, and he didn't need to think about it at all. He replied in an affirmative tone: "That's right, it's only here."

Nan Puyue nodded clearly, but she still wondered whether Zhuge Yi had lived here.

Strolling into a courtyard in the back mountain, the sky was already a little dark. I don’t know if it’s getting close to evening or there are dark clouds covering the sun. In the deep mountains and wild forests, only Nan Puyue and Bai Rong don’t know because of the high mountains and dense trees. Night comes earlier than on the plains.

A gust of cold wind was blowing, Nan Puyue couldn't help covering her neckline, only then did she feel that the temperature was getting colder.

"Master, I don't think the weather is right, let's go back."

Bai Rong suggested.

He didn't speak, and looked up at the sky. There were crystals shining among the dense leaves. At this moment, his face became cold, and a drop of water dripped on the tip of his nose, and then on his chin.

One drop, one drop, not one drop, but countless drops, soon fell on his body.

In the yard not far away, a few young Taoist priests who were cleaning found something wrong and quickly ran into the house with their brooms.

"Everyone follow me to the house to shelter from the rain."

After speaking, Zhike strode ahead to lead the way.

Several people lit the stove in an unoccupied simple guest room, and Bai Rong toasted his robes, but it was not drenched, only a small stain.

"It seems that it will rain for some time." The eunuch said slowly while standing in front of the window, looking at the increasingly gloomy weather and the light rain outside.

The rain was not very heavy, it was as fine as a cow's hair, it could be said to be a gentle drizzle.

People who live in the deep mountains have long been used to the fact that rain comes when they say it, so they don't take it to heart.

Until the evening, Zhike saw that the rain was getting stronger, so he couldn't help saying: "It's getting late, and I don't think the rain will stop. The two young masters will stay here for the night."

Nan Puyue glanced out of the window lightly, and then replied: "Okay, then let's bother the Taoist priest."

The eunuch was lured to another room by the knower, and when the door was closed, the two people left looked at each other.

"Are Bai Rong afraid?" Seeing his timid face, Nan Puyue couldn't help asking amusedly.

"Master, I'm not afraid of the little ones." Bai Rong replied calmly, but after saying this, his heart immediately started to rattle: No wonder you're not afraid, you are too bad, my lord.

Nan Puyue ignored it, and carefully polished her white satin shoes with a brocade handkerchief.

This night, the sky was as cool as water, the oil lamps were flickering inside the window, the bitter rain outside the window was bleak, and the stagnant water flowed softly along the eaves, the sound was like a song and weeping, like a sigh...

After serving Nan Puyue, Bai Rong was already fast asleep in the side room.

After a long time, she extinguished the candles, closed the creaking windows, took off her clothes and went into the couch, listening to the rain falling outside the window, Zhuge Yi's voice appeared again in Nan Puyue's mind...

How many long nights with all the oil and lamps out, "sleep" is already a distant and unfamiliar word to him, except for the dark nightmare that haunts him everywhere, corrodes his body, and gnaws at his heart... Now only The remaining transparent and pure memories support him, like the only ever-burning lamp left in his heart, vaguely illuminating his future life journey.

Closing his eyes and concentrating on it, his body was light and fluffy, the surroundings were pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers.A ray of cool wind passed by, carrying a hint of clean grass fragrance, he felt so calm and calm, light and elegant, he couldn't help but be immersed in it.

Soon, I entered the dreamland...

In the dream, someone walked towards him step by step.

The man came to his side very lightly, took off his coat, lay down on the bed, then closed his eyes and gently embraced him, as if whispering to each other.

is it you……

The person in the dream was struggling with his thoughts, as if something was stuck in his throat, his eyes were puffy, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, but he couldn't say a word.

He couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality, he seemed to be sleeping in a dream, but he seemed to be awake like in reality, the man kissed his tears dry, and then kissed him all night, speaking fleshy words of lovesickness...

Kissing his smooth forehead, kissing his brows and eyes, kissing his lips, after rolling and lingering on his lips, and then sliding down all the way, landing on two spots on his chest, he couldn't help but groan, Finally, the warmth fell on his crotch...

Like a sapling that has been dry for a long time, it has finally been nourished by the rain. He couldn't help but bend his body, and began to groan in a depressed state...

Until the morning sunlight refracted into the room, Nan Puyue slowly opened her eyes, looked at the light and shadow of Lu Li on the curtain, and fell into meditation without moving her body.

It turned out to be a dream...

Moreover, it is a spring dream!

His face was a little flushed, he pulled the quilt to the top of his head, this was the first time he had dreamed of such a shameful thing, his chest heaved, and his heart was still beating violently.

I can't help recalling the warmth in the dream, the soft touch of the skin, the happiness of touching and melting hearts, the temperature, the soul... But, what about that person?

After all, it was a dream, Bai Rong quietly carried a basin.

"My lord, are you awake? Get up and wash your face." He said and put the washbasin away, "The water here is very clean, don't worry about using it."

"Has the rain stopped?" He pulled down the quilt and asked without moving his eyes.

The voice is a little hoarse, but also a little sexy.

Bai Rong didn't answer the question, but frowned, and asked worriedly, "Master, do you have a cold?"

He was startled, and then gave a "cough" to cover up, his face turned redder, and he said to him: "You go out first, I want to get dressed."

The second monk Bai Rongzhang couldn't figure it out, and then respectfully replied: "Here."

After a simple vegetarian meal at noon, they walked out the door. The sun was warm and shone on the two of them. It was indescribably comfortable. Among the treetops, there were cicadas chirping.

The two said goodbye and went back with the eunuch.

When he returned to the palace, it was already the fourth day from the day he set out.