East China Sea dust

In the bitter heat of midsummer, it is rare to be cool in the deep mountains, and there is a refreshing coolness under the shade of lush branches and leaves.

The light spots on the mossy stone steps swayed, the cicadas mingled with the occasional chirping birds, and there was also the gurgling sound of the winding mountain spring washing the piled pebbles.

In the deepest part of the mountains and forests, there has been a clear lake since some time ago. The water surface is like a silver mirror, surrounded by tall trees and rarely seen.

The waterside is extremely quiet, and a few swimming fish in the lake wag their tails. When they float to the surface to take a breath, the tiny water splashes from their tails splash to the shore and wet a few emerald green weeds.

It was still early morning at this time, and the thin white mist floated up and down on the water, covering a thatched hut by the lake together.The mist fell on the haphazardly stacked dry thatch, and finally condensed into

A few drops of transparent dew.

The thatched hut was built as one wished, with doors but no walls, so plain that it could be called a shabby one.

In addition to a few handfuls of hay piled up on the roof of the shed, there are also a few straw mats tied with vines, curled up and down from the roof, covering a part or two of the violent sunlight at noon in summer outside.

The eaves porch is empty, and the breeze flows through the hall.

Zhang Qinglan was wearing a light green wide-sleeved gown today, her bare bare feet were dangling in the air, and she was half-sitting on the edge of the corridor, yawning sleepily.

What was clutched in his hand was half a stack of rice paper, and a Langhao brush that was stained with thick ink.The paper is clean and blank, and a few sporadic drops of ink were inadvertently spilled when people dozed off.

The cool breeze at dawn blows down the half-hanging thatch grass from the eaves, rolls them leisurely, and then falls to the young man's feet.

Everything is quiet, so boring.

However, for those who are forced to get up early to study Taoism, it is interesting to see everything except ancient books and talismans at this time.

So the young man's eyes easily moved away from the rice paper, and landed on the thatched grass flying up and down, and then wrapped the brush into the rice paper, and then he was like a cat catching a butterfly and a grasshopper.

Yes, trying to hold those fluffy grass leaves in my hands.

After a long while, the morning wind stagnated, and the withered yellow thatch lost its power, and fell limply to the ground, which was no longer fun.

Zhang Qinglan lifted the hem of her robe, stepped on the edge of the corridor carelessly, sighed for a moment, finally spread out the rice paper, held the brush... staring at the foggy lake in front of her, she was dazed

Come.

Earlier, he and Ao Zhan lived in seclusion in the mountains, but some years have passed before he knew it.

Thinking back to the beginning, when they first entered the mountain, the two of them spent a period of time together, but it's a pity that no matter how much love they have, it will eventually be worn down by a long time.

In the end, Ao Zhan suspected that he was playing with cats and dogs all day long, and he looked like he was farting, so he sent a sound transmission for thousands of miles, and arranged for the guards to throw out a hill-like road from nowhere.

Art classics.

The euphemistic name is to help him practice spells well and condense his soul.

In fact, Zhang Qinglan knew very well in her heart that Ao Zhan thought she was too obsessive, and he used some excuses to prevaricate on the surface, so that he could live a more free and leisurely life secretly.

Oh man.

The young man raised his eyebrows, clenched the brush expressionlessly, and with a wave of his hand, he drew three green-headed turtles on the crumpled rice paper.

The little bastards had dull eyes and lined up in a row, with some messy sentences written next to them, which were probably just bad words about Ao Zhan and not very popular.

When the tortoise was finished, Zhang Qinglan shook her calf slowly.The whole person leaned back straight, lay down on the bamboo slats in the porch, and sighed out of boredom.

There was no one else in the hut except himself.

A few insects rang out under the suspended veranda, causing the young man to toss and turn, rolling expressionlessly in the wooden shed.

Not long after, as if suddenly thinking of something, Zhang Qinglan sat up slowly, picked up the rice paper with three unlucky bastards drawn on it from his hand, folded it in half, and sandwiched it between

Between the two fingers in the food.

Zhang Qinglan's eyelashes were half down, and she was chanting words, her spiritual power was poured into the paper like crystal threads, her brows and eyes were full of coldness, her whole body's spiritual energy soared for a while, and her long black hair was unrestrained.

The wind is automatic, fluttering behind him.

The piece of paper seemed to have a spirit, and as the young man let go of his hand, it floated into the air, and soon attached to it a long and emerald green vine.

The originally thin and short grass vines shot out a flash of light the moment the spell touched their body, and then they were rapidly spawned. In a blink of an eye, they grew ten or twenty feet, crawled on the grass, and walked towards the lake.

In the direction of the rapid spread away.

Zhang Qinglan sat cross-legged under the eaves, resting her cheeks on her palms, staring at the tip of the tree vines swaying in the wind, the corners of her lips curved slightly imperceptibly.

……

By the side of Jinghu Lake, the lake surface was calm one moment, and splashed a large amount of water without any struggle in the next moment.With the sound of "哗啦", countless ripples trembled, and gradually spread to the surroundings.

Diffusion away.

In the middle of the lake, a man was floating on the water with half-naked upper body, his eyebrows straightened, water droplets fell along the bottom of his eyelashes, hit his chest, and then slid into the clear lake water along the undulating curve of his muscles.

Ao Zhan didn't transform into a dragon, it's just his nature. He spends most of the day soaking in the lake water. Even if he doesn't do anything but sit cross-legged and meditate, he absorbs the aura of heaven and earth faster than usual

many.

The man casually wiped his wet long hair back, and subconsciously glanced at the hut by the lake.Thinking of Zhang Qinglan's reluctance and reluctance when he woke up this morning, a trace of difficulty flashed across his eyes.

Perceived tenderness.

Just when he was about to swim to the shore and was about to go ashore to "inspect his homework", his expression became serious, and he suddenly raised his head and stared in a certain direction.

In an instant, a vine grew out of thin air in the vaguely fluctuating direction of spiritual power, and it quickly struck towards the man's face, wrapped around his arm three or two times, and finally tightened suddenly.

Ao Zhan frowned, staring down at this seemingly lifeless thing that tried to provoke the Dragon Clan.

In the next second, the slender vines that were rushing forward suddenly loosened, and the tips of the leaves rose up crookedly——with a "pop", a pale pink flower bloomed in front of Ao Zhan's eyes.

Small flowers.

The petals are tender, but not too big, fluttering in the wind weakly, exuding a faint fragrance.

"……Ah."

The violent aura accumulated in Ao Zhan's body instantly dissipated completely. He raised his hand to tease the wild flower a few times, with a soft expression on his face, and let out a low laugh.

At the same time, a waterspout rose from the lake in response, passing through layers of white fog all the way to the lakeside hut.

Zhang Qinglan, who was still fishing and paddling, didn't notice it at all, but felt a tightness around her waist. When she came back to her senses, half of her body was already submerged under the cool water, and her whole body was tightly hugged in Ao Zhan's arms.

Ups and downs with the turbulent lake water.

"Well," Zhang Qinglan blinked, put her hands on the man's shoulders subconsciously, half-closed her eyes, leaned forward to kiss the corner of the man's lips, and acted like a baby half-truly, "...cold."

The wide-sleeved robe the young man was wearing was wet from the lake, sticking to his skin stickily.The lake was so deep that his toes couldn't touch the ground.The whole person clings to Ao Zhan like a dodder, feeling

Wen rubbed against the man's chest through a thin layer of gauze.

It was midsummer, even if the temperature in the lake was a little lower than that on the shore, it would not be so chilly.

Ao Zhan knew well that the other party was playing coquettish with him, so he grabbed the young man's thin waist without changing his face, pinched his chin and kissed him.

The lips and meat were picked up by the sharp canine teeth, and then sucked and licked little by little, the tip of the tongue was hooked, and it slipped over the palate inadvertently, causing a series of tremors.The delicate sound of water gradually resounds in the center of the lake

, breaking all the original silence, and dissipating completely.

Zhang Qinglan panted and opened her eyes, her eyelashes trembling non-stop, and when she was indulging in the kiss, she still did not forget to reach out and clasp fingers with Ao Zhan.

Ao Zhan rubbed the big hand on the young man's waist and pressed him hard into his arms, as if he wanted to rub Zhang Qinglan into his flesh and blood. The deep and intense emotions were like this bit by bit.

spread out.

Zhang Qinglan was almost out of breath by his kiss, her Adam's apple moved a few times, and swallowed something.

Lips and tongues intertwined, the love wrapped in passion and desire spread like a tide, enveloping the two of them completely.For a while, it seemed to be cut off from the outside world, all I could hear was their breathing and lingering,

There are whispered love words.

I don't know how long it took until Ao Zhan kissed enough to let go of the young man who had already limp in front of his chest, with a smile in his eyes, he reached out and wiped the corner of the other's mouth before he could wipe it clean.

A bit of saliva.

The young man's long straight legs hooked around the man's waist intentionally or unintentionally, and the skin of the two of them was already covered with sweat, sticking to each other slippery.

Ao Zhan stroked Zhang Qinglan's long hair at the back of his head, rubbed his ears a few times, and asked lazily, "Have you finished practicing all the classics and Taoism today? How dare you come here to tease me carelessly."

Zhang Qinglan stared, feeling sad in her heart, thinking that after a man is tired and lazy, he is really nothing, and at such a time, he can still say such things.

Then let go and swim towards the shore.

Seeing this, Ao Zhan sneered a few times, and before Zhang Qinglan was half a foot away, he grabbed Zhang Qinglan's wrist and pulled him back into his embrace.

Then he held up the other person's cheeks, rubbed his fingertips at the end of his eyes a few times, and quickly kissed Zhang Qinglan's forehead one by one, and said in a low voice: "It's okay if you haven't finished it, I'll be the king to tease you, huh?

"

Under the thatched shed were two overlapping figures. Ao Zhan was holding a cloth towel in his hand, and was carefully rubbing the young man's wet hair from the lake.

There were a few scattered jars of water and wine beside the two of them. The red cloth used to wrap and seal the wine jars was very old, covered with dust and mud, and was cut a few times by a knife, exposing the clear wine underneath.

Zhang Qinglan changed into clean clothes, and now she was comfortably leaning in Ao Zhan's arms, sitting cross-legged, as if she had no bones, and collapsed on the man, letting him handle her.

It was something that could be done in the blink of an eye with magic, but Ao Zhan wiped it with a cloth towel, making it a bit tender.He put people under his eyes, supported the young man's thin shoulders, picked them up and dropped them

A piece of rice paper at my feet.

It was just doing it casually, Ao Zhan unfolded the folded paper without any purpose... After that, he looked at the three bastards on it and remained silent.

After all, it's a thing to pass the time, and it doesn't necessarily require the other party to practice to achieve any results.Ao Zhan snorted, crumpled the rice paper and threw it aside, lowering his eyes with the usual indulgence.

Zhang Qinglan looked up at him, giggled when she saw this, and quickly stretched out her hand to tear away the crumpled paper, put her fingertips lightly on Ao Zhan's neck, and pulled him down without any force, even breathing out

Intertwined.

Ao Zhan leaned over and kissed him deeply.

……

The sun shone down from the sky, after being blocked and blocked by layers of branches and leaves, what was left when it finally landed was a few fine spots of light.

The breeze blows, stirring the young leaves on the branches.

Under the eaves was a large area of ​​cool shadows, Ao Zhan sat cross-legged in it, picked up the bean green wine cup, and swallowed a sip of the old wine with his neck up.Looking down at the young man who was resting on his lap, his fingertips raised the hair on his temples.

A strand of black hair was stroked gently.

There is no calendar day in the mountains, it seems that they have spent such a long time together in a blink of an eye.

Zhang Qinglan lay on her back, took the man's bony hand and clasped his fingers.Against the light and shadow, one can clearly see Ao Zhan's eyebrows and the affection in his eyes.

Swallowing Chunri Xing indiscriminately, the young man's eyes were hazy with drunkenness, thinking in his heart, this is already a very good life.

Centuries in the mountains.

A hundred years under the sea.

Happy World and another hundred years.

-Complete-

The author has something to say: the main text is over, thank you ovo for five months of company, see you in the episode!