Quiet Night Thought of Ancient Sword and Qi Tan

Zi Yin took Murong Jing to the inn and asked for a room.

"I have told Xiao Er to prepare hot water, you take a bath first, and then change your clothes." Ziyin said: "I will arrange food for you later."

Murong Jing nodded and entered her room.After a while, I saw Xiaoer pouring hot water into the small wooden barrel in the house.

"Girl, the hot water is all set. You can wash it first. If you have anything to do, just call... Um, you can do whatever you want, whatever you want..." Xiao Er suddenly remembered that this was a little girl, even if there was anything to do, she would Unable to enter the room, he changed the subject in embarrassment and left.

Watching Xiao Er close the door and leave, Murong Jing quickly untied the animal skin from her body and jumped into the barrel.

"Wow!" The water in the barrel splashed all over the floor, and Murong Jing happily played with the water.

Ziyin Room

Zi Yin who was meditating on the bed heard Murong Jing's laughter next door when she was playing with water, opened her eyes and sighed.

After a long time, a faint voice sounded and disappeared.

"Is the time quiet...?"

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After taking a shower, Murong Jing had enough water, got up and began to get dressed.

It's really uncomfortable that the hair is wet, and it becomes very heavy when it gets wet.After getting dressed, Murong Jing began to struggle with her long hair.

"I haven't taken care of my hair for a long time, and today it's even more messy after washing it like this..." Murong Jing wrinkled her face in distress, and saw the water cut off on one side.

Put the broken water into the bath water just now and wash it, took it out and wiped it clean with a cloth to wipe your face, compared the length of the hair, Murong Jing drove the broken water to the neck to cut off the hair.

At this time, the door was knocked, and Xiaoer's voice came: "Girl, have you finished taking a shower? Do you need to tidy up?"

Murong Jing said loudly: "I'm done washing, you can come in and tidy up."

After hearing this, Xiao Er opened the door, and upon entering, she saw Murong Jing holding a sword around her neck as if about to kill herself.

Xiao Er's face turned pale with fright, and he opened his voice and shouted: "Girl, you are still young, so don't let yourself get overwhelmed!"

Murong Jing was startled by Xiao Er's loud howl, her hand trembled and the water hit her neck, a bloodstain immediately appeared.

"Hiss..." Murong Jing took a breath of cold air in pain, thinking that it is not good to cut off the water too sharply, whether it is a double-edged sword or not, while still wondering whether the little girl had a convulsion or took the wrong medicine. She hurt herself by yelling for nothing.

Just thinking of a blue shadow flashing in front of her eyes, and the Duan Shui sword in her hand disappearing, Ziyin's serious voice sounded above her head: "Are you so unwilling to go down the mountain with me?"

"Huh?" Murong Jing asked with a question mark on his face.Can anyone tell her what's going on now?

Seeing Murong Jing's reaction like this, Ziyin felt that she was not planning to commit suicide. Looking at the waiter at the door, Ziyin realized that this might be a misunderstanding, so she said to the waiter: "There is nothing wrong here, you go out first."

Xiao Er tremblingly took a look at Ziyin, closed the door wisely and left.

Looking at Murong Jing who was still confused about the situation, Zi Yin sighed: "What were you going to do just now? Why did you put the sword across your neck?"

"Ah? I didn't do anything, I just wanted to cut my hair." Murong Jing blinked.

Cut your hair...with a water-breaking sword...cut your hair?

Zi Yin was speechless, seeing the wound on Murong Jing's neck, she frowned.

"What's the matter with that Xiaoer? As soon as I entered the door, I was crying and howling. I was so scared that I couldn't hold the sword steady. Hiss... Oh, it will take another two or three days to heal." Murong Jing touched the wound on her neck and grinned. grinned.

It turned out that the wound was made like this...roasted dragonflies, cut hair...why did I suddenly think of someone? (A certain savage: Achoo!)

Ziyin waved a virtuous rain over, and the wound disappeared immediately.

"Hey? How did you do it? It doesn't hurt anymore." Murong Jing touched her neck curiously. "The wound is gone? What's going on?"

"Why do you want to cut your hair?" Ziyin asked back.

"Hair is growing." Murong Jing curled her lips: "It's too troublesome, and it's still so heavy, it hurts to have your head fall."

Zi Yin looked at Murong Jing's messy hair and said: "That's because you haven't taken care of it, and your hair is all clumps, so you will naturally feel heavy."

"Cut, who has the spare time to take care of this? If you have that time, it's better to pick more fruits and go hunting. I'm talking about how troublesome it is to grow hair. It's not like keeping it longer in winter to keep warm, but cutting it off in summer. Yes, it will grow again anyway.”

"It's already..."

"It's not in the mountains anymore!" Murong Jing interrupted Ziyin's words: "I know, you don't have to talk about it all the time."

Ziyin said lightly: "The body, hair and skin, are subject to parents. Don't damage it easily."

"And what about the monks?"

"They are monks, and your situation is different."

"Tch, anyway, I feel uncomfortable when I'm falling, and you have the final say on right and wrong!" Murong Jing folded her chest and turned her back to Ziyin.

Zi Yin looked at Murong Jing's appearance, stood up quietly, left the room, and came back after a while, seeing Murong Jing still standing there, went to the side and picked up the comb on the table.

"Sit down." Murong Jing was pressed on a small chair, just about to struggle when she heard Ziyin's voice: "Don't move!"

Murong Jing felt her hair being picked up by Zi Yin, she was about to shake her head in reflex, Zi Yin held her head down: "Don't shake it."

As soon as Murong Jing was told by Zi Yin to be obedient, she immediately felt angry, why was she so obedient, he really did not move when he said he would not move.

Murong Jing was angry in her heart, but she didn't move around.

Hearing the sound of a wooden comb combing her hair, Murong Jing rolled her eyes, feeling a little unbelievable.

He he he... Is he combing his hair? ? ?

Why is he so idle? He doesn't spend his time like this... No, no, the point is, isn't he an old man?How can you still comb your hair?

Time passed under Murong Jing's surprise and Zi Yin's patient sorting out.

"Dong dong dong!" The door was knocked again, and Xiaoer's voice came: "Guest officer, I have bought what you asked for."

"come in."

Xiao Er entered the door cautiously, saw Zi Yin combing Murong Jing's hair, touched his head strangely, but still walked over quickly and handed Zi Yin a hair tie: "Guest officer, what you want."

"Thank you." Zi Yin took the hair tie and put it on the table beside her. Most of Murong Jing's hair had been straightened out, and there was still a little undone.

"Then... I'm leaving, Xiao Er." Xiao Er left again.

After about a stick of incense, Ziyin finally managed to straighten Murong Jing's hair, braided it into a braid, picked up the hairband on the table, and was about to tie it up.

"Oh, oh, it's even more uncomfortable to fall." Murong Jing had a bitter face. Originally, her hair was clumps but scattered and fell, but after braiding, the weight was all together, and the feeling of falling became more obvious.

Ziyin stopped her hand to tie the hairband tightly, thought for a while, spread out the braids, and tied a ponytail with the hairband.

"Well... this is much better than before..." Because she is short and short, Murong Jing can't look in the mirror, and she can't see what she looks like. Now in her heart, as long as her head doesn't feel uncomfortable, as for the hairstyle, it doesn't matter to her It's within the scope of consideration.

"Let's go, let's eat." Zi Yin pulled Murong Jing up and walked towards the hall.

Murong Jing looked at the hand held by Ziyin, her heart felt warm, and her nose was also a little sour.

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"Both, the dishes are ready, you two take your time." The waiter served the dishes neatly, greeted Zi Yin and Murong Jing, and went behind the counter.

Murong Jing was so hungry a long time ago, now that the food was served, she reached out to grab it.

"Crack!" As soon as he stretched out his hand, Zi Yin knocked him down with a chopstick.

Seeing Murong Jing's angry eyes, Zi Yin said flatly: "Don't use your hands, use chopsticks."

Murong Jing wrinkled her nose: "What a trouble."

Ziyin glanced at her: "This is etiquette, it's too barbaric for you to grab it with your hands like that."

"You let me use it, I will use it, I don't want to! After so many years of hunting, who can use chopsticks!" Murong Jing wanted to reach out to grab it again.

"Crack!" Zi Yin knocked down Murong Jing's hand: "If you don't know how to use it, learn how to use it now, like this." He picked up a vegetable and put it in Murong Jing's bowl.

"Don't learn." Murong Jing said stubbornly.

"Even a child can use chopsticks, aren't you inferior to a child?"

"Who doesn't know how to use it!" Murong Jing said angrily, and reached out to pick up the chopsticks, but because she hadn't used the chopsticks for a long time, she spent a long time without being able to pick up a dish.

"Hmph!" Murong Jing slammed her chopsticks on the ground and sat angrily.

"Don't be impatient." Ziyin saw Murong throw away the chopsticks angrily, and gave her another pair.He took Murong Jing's right hand and helped her hold the chopsticks.

"This way..." With Zi Yin's help, Murong Jing successfully picked up the dishes.

Murong Jing's face was flushed red, she didn't know if it was because she was angry with Zi Yin or herself.When Ziyin let go of her hand, she hurriedly picked up the bowl, lowered her head and concentrated on grilling the rice.

"Eat slowly." Zi Yin looked at Murong Jing with a smile in his voice.

Hearing the smile in Zi Yin's tone, Murong Jing stuffed rice into her mouth angrily.

Really, why should I listen to him so much!

But it’s been a long time since I’ve had rice, it’s so delicious...

The consequence of not listening to the advice was that Murong Jing had made it to the end and lay on the bed humming.

It's so uncomfortable... It's been a long time since I had a hot and delicious meal, but it was confiscated all of a sudden, and I ate a little too much...

It was getting late, Murong Jing got out of bed with great effort, and looked at the moon outside the window.

"Tch, the moon I saw before was never so small." Murong Jing rubbed her stomach. "Hey, it would be great if Xiaohu was here, it won't be so uncomfortable to play with Xiaohu for a while after eating enough..."

"Oh... I knew there was nothing good about going down the mountain, but I was really tricked by that old man. It turned out to be good, and it was this rule and that rule... This is just the beginning, I guess there will be more rules in the future... ...Hey..." Murong Jing looked at the ceiling resignedly. "Our lives are so miserable..."