Nightfall Chapter 35: Frost leaves are red, black is riding to it
In the dilapidated temple, there is a horizontal plaque hanging on the door with the word "red lotus" written on it.
Ning Que did not expect that such a remote mountain temple actually had an official name. After he helped Sangsang walk into the temple and saw the red and **** autumn maples in the courtyard, he understood the truth. .
The rain dripped, and the temple was filled with cold and dampness. Ning Que looked for the monks in the temple, took out the silver ticket, and said that he would spend the night here, and his wife had a quiet **** and did not want to listen to other things. movement.
The two monks were puzzled at first and were unwilling to leave the temple in the rain, but when they saw the amount on the bank note, they suddenly became empathetic—the Red Lotus Temple was very ruined and had no value. Even if the few Arhat statues in the main hall are painted with mud, they are not as important as the silver bills.
The two monks boiled a pot of boiling water and left some things needed for life. They told Ningque there are a few mu of monk fields under the mountain and where they would live, so they squeezed under a broken umbrella and left the temple.
It’s too early at this time, but I didn’t really eat anything during the trip. Ning Que was a little hungry. He went to the temple kitchen and tasted a few dishes prepared by the monk. He felt the taste was ordinary, so he touched it from his luggage. After taking out a large bag of dried meat, I pinched two more ginseng and threw it into the pot to boil a large pot of broth.
After the soup was cool, he carefully fed Sangsang a small bowl, soaked the rice in the broth, and then took out the meat pieces with the ginseng fragrance from the pot and threw them outside the threshold.
Smelling the ginseng incense, the **** horse came over curiously, lowered his head and sniffed two bites on the meat, and found that it was not fresh meat, and the ginseng must be used instead of whole ginseng, so he paced away disappointedly. Go to shelter from the rain under the maple tree.
Ning Que cursed a little annoyedly: "The ginseng goblins given by Elder Brother are almost exhausted. If you are still picky eaters like an old cow, be careful to starve to death on the road."
The **** horse ignored him, raised his head and sniffed the fragrance of the maple tree, thinking proudly. Although he is a fool, he is also a fool of the academy, not to mention that he can't eat the fireworks in the world, but he also wants to pursue a realm of dining and drinking.
Sangsang's illness is a bit serious, and the cold breath in his body is very annoying, but I don't know whether it is due to the success of divine art practice or the continuous sun and strong wine, even if he is sick. It's not as terrible as it was in Chang'an. It's just that I look sickly and lack energy, and I feel tired easily.
Ning Que picked up another piece of meat and poked it carefully with chopsticks until it looked like a velvet. Then it was mixed into the rice, and Sangsang took the bowl and tried hard to finish it. After drinking the half-capsule of spirits that was given today. The spirit suddenly seemed much better.
"Forbearance, there are about four days before you can reach Lanke Temple."
Preparing to start a fire at night to keep warm, Ning Que took two big sticks of wood, sat on the threshold, and cleaved with his head down, thinking that although the black carriage was comfortable, there would still be some bumps after all. If there are more bumps on the road in the next few days Inn. Sang Sondo should still lie down for a while.
Sangsang was lying on the monk's bed with a quilt covering her lower body. She looked at Ning Que, who was busy, and suddenly thought of those days many years ago. At that time, it was not her who cooked and chopped wood at home.
Feeling her gaze, Ning Que looked back into the room. Looking at the exhausted look on her small black face, she said seriously: "I don't know why the Master can't cure your disease, but I believe his old man's saying that the elders in Lanke Temple can definitely do it, so don't worry. "
Sangsang hummed softly.
Ning Que was silent for a moment. With a solemn expression, he said: "If something happens in Lanke Temple, don't pay attention to it. Especially magical arts, which can no longer be used. You just need to take care of your health."
Sangsang lowered his head and was silent, and after a long time he did not make a soft hum.
Ning Que knew that this request didn't make any sense to her. If she really encountered any danger, she would care about her body, so she couldn't help but shook her head and said nothing.
As in the past sixteen years, he will never be able to defeat his little maid, no matter what.
After resting for a while, Sangsang's spirit was a little better. He looked at the beautiful maple trees in the temple courtyard through the door, with a happy expression in his eyes.
Since she fell ill, Ning Que has been paying attention to the slightest changes in her expression, looking at her eyes, feeling a little relaxed, helping her out of the bed, and walking down the corridor to look at the trees in the rain.
The Red Lotus Temple is really ruined. Several temple walls have collapsed. Even the stone steps at the main entrance have been flattened for some time. Ning Quezhen then stopped the carriage into the courtyard.
At this time, the autumn rain was mournful, the red maple was like fire, and the black carriage was parked under the maple tree. Ning Que naturally remembered a poem and said: "Parking and sitting in the maple forest night, the maple leaves are red than..." /
He was born and arrived early. Many memories have long been blurred or even disappeared. Only some very basic things are hard to forget. Poetry can’t remember much, but the content of the text can’t be forgotten. It’s just him at this time. Including everyone in this world, he didn't know that he remembered Frost Leaf as Maple Leaf.
This poem is not finished.
Because he felt that the thin arms of Sangsang he was supporting became a little stiff, he looked worriedly, not seeing her frowning and uncomfortable, but seeing a shameful little red face. .
Sangsang lowered his head and muttered in a very small voice: "We are not married yet."
Ning Que knew that the little girl had misunderstood the two words in the poem, and couldn’t help but smile, and then thought that many years ago, there seemed to be a little boy in the classroom using the word “sitting love” in this poem to tease goodbye. The little girl couldn't help but startled slightly, feeling like a world away, but she never figured out that this is really connected across the world.
After a while, he woke up from this rare emotion, reached out his hand to touch Sangsang’s cheek, and said: "What is the difference between being married or not, you and me will never be separated in this life." /
Sangsang raised his head and said softly: "I am worried about the difference."
Ning Que was slightly different, and asked: "What is the difference?"
Sangsang whispered: "Everyone said...If you are really together, you won't like it, at least not as much as before."
Ning Que said in a little annoyed way: "It's said that it's not the girl from Xiaocao, and I will instill in you these messy worldviews of three aunts and six women when you are idle."
Sangsang looked at him and asked stubbornly: "But, would you not like it?"
Ning Que's answer was natural, without thinking: "Of course not."
Sangsang said: "But Xiaocao said... Many girls' houses in Chang'an City are spoiled by her men before marriage, but after you really enter the door, you will feel tired after two or three years." /
Ning Que looked at her and smiled and said, "You have to understand that you entered my Ning family's door since you were born. It has been 16 years now. I have been tired of it. Have you ever been tired of it? Since I haven’t gotten tired after seeing each other for so many years, then naturally there is no way to get tired in this life. Even if tired, it is tired of being together."
Sangsang's face turned red, and he said, "Ning Que, you are getting better and better now."
Ning Que smiled and asked: "Why not be called Master?"
Sangsang said: "When you talk about love, you can't be the master."
Ning Que said: "It makes sense."
Sangsang said suddenly: "But you still like other women."
Ning Que shook his body and said: "Where is it?"
"Your Highness?"
"That is the sprout of juvenile sentiment. There is no sense of direction around the corner. If you look deeper, you can probably see the fantasy of all the poor children in the world about the princess."
"Sister Shuijiu?"
"This is the chef's dish, so it must not be so disrespectful."
"But you said you wanted to touch her and rub her."
"This is a feel problem. **Problem."
"...You mean I feel bad?"
"Change one, change another."
"What about the bookworm?"
"Ah, the wind is a bit strong. Let's go back to the room first."
The big dark horse who used to shelter from the rain and train self-cultivation under the maple tree, when Ning Que and Sangsang began to talk about certain topics, he came to his senses, listened with his ears erected, and stared with wide eyes for fear. Missed a conversation, or missed Ning Que's embarrassment.
Looking at Ning Que preparing to help Sangsang into the room, Da Hei Ma became bored and scolded Ning Que shamelessly in his heart. Suddenly. It faintly smelled a very faint smell, which came in the autumn rain, and raised its head in doubt.
Sangsang looked at the temple gate in the rain and said, "Someone is coming."
Ning Que stood still for a while, then suddenly said, "Get in the car."
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Important luggage is in the compartment, no driver is needed, and I am ready to leave soon.
The mane of the big dark horse was drenched in the autumn rain. But it was not loosely bonded, and it was pierced around like a sword.
It was very irritable at this time.
Because it confirms that the very light smell previously smelled in the rain is bloody.
It has never smelled such a strong but extremely cold **** smell, even on the battlefield.
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The sound of rushing horseshoes in the autumn rain should be still under the hills, very far away. There is no way to hear it, but Ning Que Sangsang and Da Hei Ma can hear very clearly.
The black carriage drove out of the Red Lotus Temple.
Ning Que raised the curtains. Looking down the mountain.
There are no trees in the green hills, only wild long grass. The season is thick autumn, and the grass is frosty yellow. The rain and the autumn wind have been tortured one after another, and the originally excellent vision has become clearer.
The autumn rain is miserable and not dense, and it can't block people's sight.
I saw more than a dozen black riders walking along the three mountain roads at high speed.
The people on the dark horses are wearing black robes, and they are all dark, as if the night came to this world early in the day, full of the somber smell of murder.
The speed of these black riders is lightning fast.
The horseshoe smashed the mud on the road, and the road robe smashed the fine rain.
Ning Que looked through the window, silent, confirming that it was too late to leave.
The big dark horse neighed uneasy, kicked the rainwater accumulated on the ground irritably, and seemed to want to rush to kill him immediately.
Sangsang lowered her head and coughed softly. The dark iron bow was already formed in her little hand.
Ning Que suddenly asked: "What level?"
Sangsang raised his head, holding the **** umbrella in his right hand, looking at the black riders from the window, frowned slightly, as if he couldn't believe his perception, and said: "It's all in the cave profound realm..."
Then she added: "One of the five Dongxuan upper realms has reached its peak."
Ning Que's face was dark, his eyes were still calm, just a little puzzled.
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(This is the second chapter, the next chapter may be later, I can write it before one and a half.)
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