The night was getting late, and the three of them said goodbye and went back to their rooms to rest. Originally, Xu Xian was supposed to live in the same room as Ning Caichen, but in order not to affect his romantic luck, he took the initiative to move to another room.

Xu Xian thought about everything that was going to happen tonight. He tossed and turned in a restless sleep. The cold moonlight spilled into the house along the broken window lattice, and the autumn wind whispered across the corridor outside the house. This situation was really better than a movie.

Movie.

But he calmed down and thought carefully about what happened today, where he should have read it. By the way, it was "Nie Xiaoqian" in "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio". Ning Caichen's sentence "I

Isn't it the sentence in the opening chapter of "The same color in life"? He recalled it carefully and muttered slightly, "Go to Jinhua, go to Beiguo, and pick up Lan Ruo." Aren't these eleven words what happened to the two of them in the past two days?

? It seemed like I plunged headlong into that text, like a dream.

Xu Xian couldn't help but smile. Isn't it just like being in a dream after traveling so far? It's mysterious, profound, and bizarre. If it's really a dream, you should have a good dream. He chanted in a low voice:

"The rustling west wind blew through the window lattice, and the autumn grass filled the empty courtyard. The moonlight filtered through the corners of the eaves, and half of the wall was covered with green berry moss."

As soon as I started chanting, the sound of life suddenly came from outside the house, which was particularly permeable in this empty and lonely abandoned temple on a barren mountain.

Xu Xian quietly looked through the hole in the window lattice. Fortunately, the moonlight was bright tonight.

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Outside the corridor is an open space covered with autumn grass. At the end of the open space is a low wall, and on the other side of the low wall is a small courtyard. Xu Xian has noticed that the courtyard is quiet during the day, but at this time there are people in their forties.

A woman of many years stood there.

The moonlight shines and there is no shadow.

Xu Xian held his breath and widened his eyes. What happened next was something he had never seen in his previous life.

Sure enough, another hunched-over old woman came, wearing a faded red dress, but with a silver comb in her hair, which shone brightly in the moonlight.

Xu Xian stretched out his ears and heard immediately.

The woman complained: "Why hasn't Xiaoqian come yet?"

The old woman lowered her head and coughed twice and said, "It's almost here, it's almost here."

The woman was displeased and said, "Hasn't she complained to grandma recently?"

The old woman laughed twice, and the sound like a broken bellows made Xu Xian feel cold. He only heard the old woman say: "Since she came here, have you heard anyone complain to her?"

The woman frowned and said, "This little girl is too thoughtful. She is not one of our own."

As soon as she finished speaking, she looked up and saw a 17 or 18-year-old woman standing faintly in a dark corner. The woman was shocked. There was no difference in her spiritual consciousness at such a close distance. This little girl's cultivation level was even higher.

The woman looked over with a faint look, not sure if she heard what she just said, or if she had been listening.

The woman forced a smile and said: "Hey, isn't this Xiaoqian? It seems that you really can't talk about people behind their backs. As soon as my grandma and I talked about you, you little devil came quietly. Fortunately, you didn't say anything bad."

The old woman whispered in a gloomy voice: "Young lady is just like the one in the painting. If I were a man, I'm afraid I would be seduced by you too."

Xiaoqian said calmly in a cold voice: "Who else here except grandma would say good things about Xiaoqian?"

Xu Xian secretly praised her in the dark. This Xiaoqian was really a stunning beauty. She was just as beautiful as the actress in the movie. She had a paler complexion, slightly wrinkled eyebrows, and her beautiful eyes seemed to contain all kinds of resentment.

That kind of morbid and fragile beauty cannot be expressed by any actor.

But thinking about the fact that such a stunning beauty will belong to Ning Caichen, as a man, I also feel a little sad and melancholy. I said, "Not seeing the desire will keep the mind from being confused." Since Xu Xian saw the desire, his heart was naturally a little confused.

But naturally he would not do anything. When he was immersed in the Taoist practice that he had to practice every day, and when he breathed in the power of the sun, all kinds of emotions disappeared, and there was boundless peace in his heart. There was no sadness or joy, and no worries.

The dazzling sun in the soul also began to shine. It has become the size of a child's fist since the practice, and the light has become more dazzling. Especially on such a full moon night, there will always be a trace of cool energy pouring into the body.

, making the restless sun less explosive, but at the same time able to absorb more light.

At this time, the light in the soul is particularly bright, but of course, this light cannot be seen by ordinary people. But the real ordinary person in Lanruo Temple is Ning Caichen!

The first person to be shocked was Yan Chixia. He looked straight at the place where Xu Xian was resting through the wall and thought to himself: But I didn’t expect that Xu Xian was actually a practitioner. Looking at the kung fu and Taoism, I am afraid that he is not inferior to me. During the day, I

It's really strange that I didn't notice it.

But he has a broad-minded temperament. Others don't mention it, and he doesn't delve into it. Practitioners each have their own path. Although they are rare, they don't just change posts and form cliques when they meet. That's the way of the mortal world.

It is said that what people in the world love to do most is that they need accomplices because they are weak.

Even if ascetics meet in this mortal world, chat and laugh, they will be strangers tomorrow after one night. It is not that they are heartless, but when they embark on this road, they are destined to be lonely.

Xiaoqian had just walked to Ning Caichen's door. She reached out her bare hand and gently placed it on the door. The door latch had long been broken. She only needed to push it gently to walk into her destiny. But at this time, there was a loud noise coming from the courtyard next to her.

Golden brilliance.

Xiaoqian looked at the golden light, her eyes narrowed, she retracted her hand, and walked slowly towards Xu Xian's room.

With his eyes closed, Xu Xian still didn't know what he had changed without realizing it?

As Xiao Qian approached Xu Xian's house, she felt the burning heat of the light, which had an innate restraint effect on the body of ghosts. If she hadn't been successful in cultivation, she might not even be able to get close.

Xiaoqian's light steps became more and more sluggish, but she still kept walking. Finally, she put her hand on Xu Xian's door, pushed it gently, and the door made a strange "squeak" sound.

The door is open!

The burning sensation that increased instantly gave Xiaoqian the illusion of being burned, but with this golden blazing light, a trace of heat was cast into her cold body.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Xiaoqian's mind, and her heart was shocked. Isn't this the yang energy she needs?

The practice of monsters and ghosts depends on the moonlight. "Spitting pearls to the moon" means that monsters spit out their inner elixirs to suck the moonlight late at night. Although ghosts do not have inner elixirs, they rely on the moonlight to practice.

of.

But there is a threshold for ghost cultivation. If you can't pass it, you can at most become a ghost fairy, but it will be difficult to become a great person. This threshold requires the birth of human yang energy. But the power of the sun is so hot, that is, in the sea of ​​stars, those who practice by absorbing star power

It is difficult for serious practitioners to take advantage of them, let alone these monsters and monsters.

But now the light that Xu Xian is radiating is actually extremely pure Yang Qi.

Xiaoqian hesitated outside the door, but heard a voice coming from inside: "Who is it?" It turned out that Xu Xian was already awake.

Xiaoqian suddenly felt the burning sensation disappear, straightened her mood, straightened her clothes, put on a smile, and walked into the house.

Xu Xian looked at the woman floating in and noticed that there was a shadow under the moonlight. He asked doubtfully: "Who are you?" He was wondering, shouldn't Nie Xiaoqian be hanging out with Ning Caichen? Why did he come to his place? Did he leave?

Wrong door?

"Lonely in the middle of the night, I feel that you live alone, and I can't sleep on a moonlit night. I wish Xiuyan is well." Xiaoqian smiled sweetly, shyly and timidly.

Xiaoqian's voice was soft and sweet, and the sixteen words she spoke were extremely elegant.

But Xu Xian immediately summed it up in two words - "go to bed". Not to mention that Xu Xian couldn't do such a thing that would ruin the plot, and he still vaguely remembered that this was pure seduction. If he really got lusty thoughts, he was afraid that

Xiaoqian was killed immediately without even touching her hand.

So Xu Xian refused righteously: "You'd better dance for me!"

Xu Xian found out very painfully that he was a very vulgar person. He originally wanted to directly refuse and let Xiaoqian go to Ning Caichen to contact Ning Caichen, but this sentence slipped out of his mouth unknowingly.

‘Forget it, forget it, now that I’ve said it, let’s just take a look!’ Xu Xian comforted herself while looking at Nie Xiaoqian expectantly.

Nie Xiaoqian was still smiling, and she calmed down the murderous aura in her heart a little. She put the bone spur in her hand back into her sleeve. The other party didn't think about it, and she didn't dare to take action. The other party was killed after being lustful, and killing him by force were completely different things. Merits were involved in this process.

The cause and effect are extremely complicated, but one thing is certain: killing someone without any reason can easily bring about unbearable disaster.

Just dancing?

Nie Xiaoqian did learn it during her lifetime, but she didn't know how many years it had been since she jumped. The ancient temple in the forest, the wild ghost in the lonely tomb, who can you show you when you want to dance?

But today, in order to take a step further on the path of spiritual practice, Xiaoqian did not care much. Xiaoqian turned her slim waist, raised her lotus steps, danced with cloud sleeves, and started her first dance in many years.

There is wind and moon, the name of the dance has long been forgotten, and there are no musicians to play music. At first, there was a sluggishness, but at this moment, her figure is light and light, which is not what she used to be. She flows smoothly, without music, the music has solidified in

In her dancing posture.

In the silent moonlight, only her figure danced, as if the moonlight was also rotating around her.

When she was a child, her mother always forced her to learn to dance, but she was always unwilling to learn. If she could see it now, she would definitely be very happy!

"I don't want to be a dancer!" The wayward words I once said turned into someone's injury now. I still remember that my mother looked at me for a long time, stretched out her hand but did not hit her in the face, but turned her head.

I wiped away my tears and never forced her to learn to dance again.

Yes, my mother was just a dancer in the past, and later she was just a concubine. She was a weak woman who often hid in her father's arms and shed tears. But after her father left, she said to herself with a smile: Silly girl, mother is trying to coax you.

Daddy, let’s see who dares to bully us and my mother in the future.

My mother, who was very good at crying, deliberately turned her face away that day to hide her tears. My mother, who was very good at coaxing people, smiled and said to herself: "It doesn't matter if you don't learn."

It’s just that I will never have the chance to go back to that small yard, never see the jumping puppy, the majestic father, or the beautiful dancing mother. I don’t have time to say to her: “I’m sorry.

"

I don't know when the dance stopped. I don't know when two lines of clear tears hung on her cold face.

"I'm sorry." An apology broke the silence between the two.

Xiaoqian thought for a moment that it came from her own mouth, but when she woke up from the clouds and smoke of the past, she raised her head and saw Xu Xian looking at her with apologetic eyes.

This only spectator dancer had been immersed in her dance just now, and only the words from "Luo Shen Fu" echoed in his heart: as graceful as a startling giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon... as if the moon is covered by light clouds,

The fluttering sound is like the returning snow in the flowing wind... The waves are moving slightly, and the socks are dusty.

Until I saw the clear tears on her face.

Xu Xian couldn't help but ask himself, what have you done? Is making such a woman shed tears the result you want? Everyone has a love for beauty. It's like seeing a beautiful orchid on the roadside and admiring it.

It's enough to admire her beauty and smell her fragrance. Do you have to pluck her to be considered a flower lover? She has her own worries and her own happiness!
Chapter completed!