Chapter 870 The wind and rain are like darkness
Although the sunset is beautiful, it is short-lived.
Bailian said goodbye to Wen Hanwei. Although his body was in extreme pain and his abdominal muscles were torn when he walked, it did not affect his excellent mood at all.
Back in the garden, Su Jing was not in the house, but sitting quietly at the door, leaning on the door beam with his little head tilted, and he fell asleep at some point.
But there was an empty fish basket hanging between her arms. She obviously still remembered the agreement she made with Balian and fell asleep waiting for him to come back.
Bai Lian's head felt slightly warm.
This feeling of someone waiting for my return is really good.
He felt that his father had said a lot that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles, and traveling thousands of miles is not as good as knowing countless people.
Although he does not need to know countless people.
But in a short period of time, he was able to meet Xiaoshuang and become friends like Su Jing and Wen Hanwei. He felt that... this kind of life can be called indescribable.
The friendship that I have been dreaming of since I was a child is realized here.
Su Jing rubbed her eyes and woke up. When she saw Bai Lian at the door of Youyuan, her eyes lit up with a look of excitement and anticipation.
She trotted all the way to Balian, holding up the fish basket in her hand and shaking it in front of him: "Catch fish?"
Bailian straightened his back and suppressed the pain in his abdomen. To endure it, since it is an agreement, it must be fulfilled.
He nodded and smiled: "Well, let's catch fish."
In this way, time flies by.
Bailian likes Taixuanzong very much, even though many disciples of Taixuanzong, including Wen Yu, are quite hostile to Bailian.
There had been conflicts between Wen Yu and Bai Lian, so the relationship between the two was naturally not very good.
The other disciples of Taixuanzong were mostly jealous and jealous.
There is no other reason. Before the mountain gate was opened to recruit disciples, the sect master made an exception and accepted a named disciple like him.
Registered disciples should be registered disciples. Taixuan Sect has countless registered disciples, and even the status of the outer disciples is far inferior.
However, this newcomer has no awareness of being a registered disciple, and the sect master treats this newcomer disciple with pampering to an abominable level.
He was so generous that he allowed the boy to observe and study the spiritual methods stored in the nine scripture-storing pavilions, and explained that he took the original rather than the rubbings, just to allow the boy to better understand the true meaning of the spiritual methods. .
What the hell!
In the huge Taixuan Sect, even inner disciples such as Wen Yu are not allowed to enter the Sutra Collection Pavilion casually. Only the Taixuan Nine Sutras, the sect leader, his wife, and Feng Xuanzi have this qualification.
He is probably the best named disciple in Taixuan Sect in history.
Most people even began to suspect that this boy could be the illegitimate son of the sect leader, right?
Of course, the hostility of these people is almost the same as the hostility of the Sword Sect members back in the White Camel Mountain, and Bai Lian has long been accustomed to it.
And on weekdays, he stayed in Wen Hanwei's secluded garden and rarely saw people, so he felt relaxed and out of sight.
This does not affect Bailian's ample time every day. He gets up early in the morning, washes up and has breakfast before teaching Su Jing how to read and write.
In the past two years, Balian has memorized most of the spiritual law books sent by Su Guanhai, and he can also pick out basic and easy-to-understand classics and patiently teach Su Jing.
Although Su Jing was impatient, if Bai Lian had to catch fish, hunt hares and grow fruits and vegetables in exchange, she would be very obedient and sit down and study hard.
In two years, under the shocked eyes of Su Guanhai and Li Bansheng, Su Jing unexpectedly learned five simple fire-based exercises, and her temper became less violent than before. get angry.
When he calms down and is in a good mood, he will give some of the fruits to Su Guanhai and Li Bansheng.
Suddenly, Su Guanhai looked up to the sky with tears in his eyes, and Li Bansheng hugged her husband and burst into tears.
But after the two of them cried with joy, their eyes towards Balian became softer and kinder.
Bailian spent half the day teaching Su Jing and studying medicine with the Yaoxian.
At noon, after lunch, he would go to the ten-mile forest, and under Wen Hanwei's fist, he would loosen the thirty-six nodes in his body.
After two years, he not only learned to identify medicines, but also achieved some success in medical skills. Such progress also earned him the favor of the Medicine Fairy.
He naturally felt that this boy was hard-working and talented in medicine. He was also the most polite and respectful of his elders among the three juniors in Youyuan. He wished that he would give up martial arts and become a doctor so that he could devote himself to life. The mantle was passed on to him and he became a little medicine fairy.
However, Balian only learned the medical skills of identifying medicines in less than half a day and hurried to her daughter's house to be beaten.
In the past two years, Bailian asked several times to go down the mountain to Zhongyou to visit his mother, but Li Bansheng always forced him to stay in the mountain with a gentle but tough attitude. The reason was that Su Jing He has a violent temper and is in a critical period of practice. I hope he can take care of me.
And his father Bailiyu never came to Taixuanzong again, nor did he urge him to return home in time, as if he had forgotten the existence of such a son.
We have gained quite a lot in the past two years, with Wen Hanwei’s ‘careful’ help.
His first node has finally been opened and filled with spiritual power, and the speed of learning spiritual methods has accelerated a lot. Now, in addition to mastering the practice of Huaxuegui, Bailian has also learned the Taixuan Sect Tibetan Buddhism. The Burning River Sword Jue, Seven Ember Steps, and Zhaoyang Jue in the Jing Pavilion.
In addition to growing in cultivation and becoming familiar with the techniques, the relationship between Bai Lian and Wen Hanwei has also made rapid progress.
"Sister Wen, I see that your aura has been fluctuating and manic recently, and your spiritual power has been leaking out from time to time. Are you about to break through the tribulation?"
You are no longer as polite and thoughtful as before. As for politeness, Balian no longer was as reserved as when they first met her, and her title also quietly changed from Miss Wen to Sister Wen.
And Wen Hanwei also likes this intimate title very much.
She was lying lazily on a suspended bed made of fallen leaves' sword aura with her sword behind her back, her cheek propped up with one hand, looking lazy and moving.
She raised a slender finger and lightly tapped it on a fallen leaf. The fallen leaf settled on her fingertips for a moment, and then popped out in the direction of Bai Lian.
A small fallen leaf, with one finger touching Wen Hanweixuan's face, hit Bailian's stomach with a weight as heavy as a thousand pounds.
"How can it be so simple to overcome the tribulation and break the mirror? Do you think it is to seek improvement in the realm of Taoism?"
Bailian did not dodge or dodge, and endured this abruptly. Ye Zhizhi's entire abdomen and chest felt hot and numb due to the huge pain. He didn't even need to take off his clothes to see that his chest and stomach were already red.
The beatings he is receiving now are getting harder and harder, but it is still difficult to break through the second point.
Wen Hanwei's eyes flickered slightly, watching the little black face hiding in the forest sneaking among the trees.
She reluctantly withdrew her fingers and rubbed her brows, and said: "Since Su Jing, that little black-faced guy, found out that I became friends with you, his hostility towards me has been getting deeper and deeper day by day."
< br>Bailian rubbed the pain He turned his head and glanced at Su Jing, and said with a smile: "Why can't Sister Wen become good friends with Su Jing?"
Wen Hanwei curled her lips quietly, thinking that this girl is very overbearing, and she doesn't know. Where does such possessiveness come from?
Although Baili Anjun is a bit handsome, she is already quite old and still has a crush on your little husband.
I can see it tightly every day. If Bailian fancy in the future, wouldn't it have to be beaten by you?
"Okay, Su Jing doesn't like me, and I'm too lazy to deal with her. The sun is going down soon. You go and play with Su Jing."
Wen Hanwei has been in a very depressed mood recently.
As time passed by, Balian would go to the place where she was practicing alone almost every day. Who knew what the sect leader wanted to do?
He came over every few days to give her a hint, saying that Bai Lian would be Su Jing's future husband-in-law. If she had that intention, she would have to accept her. Damn it!
How could it be that her attempt to make a good friend turned into a crooked idea.
Wen Hanwei, who originally lived in the mountains and forests and did not want to interact with others, was almost made autistic by Su Guanhai's suggestive words.
Wen Hanwei felt a little aggrieved as she looked at Bai Lian's back walking towards Su Jing.
I thought to myself that it has been two hundred years, and this girl has finally made a good friend that I can talk to.
She was also suspected every day of thinking about her husband, and to her, the Ninth Sutra of Taixuan was no different than guarding against thieves.
No, my brain hurts!
“I don’t like you playing with Wen Hanwei.”
In the back mountain stream, Su Jing took off her shoes and socks, rolled up her trouser legs to the level of her calf, and stood on the cold In the stream.
She was not in a hurry to catch fish as usual, but looked at Balian with an unhappy face.
Not only did Balian take off his shoes and socks, his chest and stomach felt a burning pain from the impact of the leaf just now.
So he took off his clothes, and his empty clothes were wide open on the left and right sides.
He poured cold water on his body to relieve the pain. He looked at Su Jing and smiled, saying, "Why? Didn't you ask me to learn from her?"
Su Jing stepped on the stream unhappily, causing water to splash everywhere: "But I I didn’t ask you to become friends with her. There is only so much time in a day. Except for sleeping, you spent most of the day on her!”
Bailian avoided the splashing water drops she stepped on! , laughed and said: "Do you want me to spend more time with you?"
Su Jing suddenly became quiet, and his dark eyes radiated brightly in the ignorant night.
She said nothing, lowered her head and nodded indifferently.
Bailian looked at a fish swimming by her feet, but she turned a blind eye.
I am no longer as interested in catching fish as usual. I am obviously in a really bad mood.
After pondering for a moment, he said: "How about this. The weather is getting colder. You can move into my room at night. It will be warmer if we sleep together. At night, I can still tell you stories."< br>
Bailian grew up on White Camel Mountain. As the only heir of the sect leader, he had a distinguished status and always ate and slept alone.
When he heard about the young disciples in the sect, young men like him like to sleep together in small groups at night, talking about interesting childhood stories and folk stories.
Bailian was extremely envious.
Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Su Jing's mood improved significantly, and she didn't care about his friendship with Wen Hanwei.
She stepped on the water splashes and trotted towards the shore, picked up the gourd wooden spoon in the fish basket, turned around and returned to Bailian's side.
She even helped him very diligently by scooping water from the stream to wash his injured and burning chest and stomach.
After being showered for a moment, Su Jing lowered his head and glanced once or twice, then suddenly reached out and touched the stone-like muscles in Bailian's abdomen.
Bailian felt the touch of the cold fingers, and his body shrank suddenly. He glared and said, "What are you doing?"
Su Jing looked up at him, with dark and bright eyes. Zi was confused and puzzled: "Why does your belly look different from mine?"
In the past two years, Balian resisted the pain and was beaten by Wen Hanwei every day. Day after day, his body was no longer what it was before. That Wu Xia Amon.
The frail young boy's body was also polished by Wen Hanwei's small hands that seemed gentle but were actually terrifying. The muscles in his waist and abdomen were tight and thin, and seemed to be full of strength.
He pressed his hand to block Su Jing's little hands that were groping randomly out of curiosity, and said: "These are abdominal muscles. You can get them if you practice more."
Su Jing took it seriously. He nodded and said with envy: "The abdominal muscles are so beautiful, I want to train them too."
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That night, Su Jing packed up and moved to Bai Lian's room under Yaoxian's stunned gaze.
Seeing this scene, the Medicine Fairy didn’t even bother to grind the herbs. He slapped his thigh as if his butt was on fire, waved to a strong wind, and flew him all the way to the main hall of Nanze Mountain. among.
After receiving the news, Su Guanhai spit out a mouthful of hot tea, his eyes widened, and he looked at his wife speechlessly: "Is this...appropriate?"
Li Bansheng was silent She glanced at her husband twice, turned around and took out a bright red wedding dress from the wooden box under the bed.
Half of the wings of the phoenix flying pattern on the wedding dress have been embroidered.
She held the needle again and began to embroider seriously. There was a hint of worry in her bright eyes, and she murmured in a low voice: "I don't know if it's too early to start embroidering now."
Su Guanhai and Yaoxian The corners of Wen Cong's mouth twitched at the same time.
Looking at her appearance, she seemed very satisfied.
The winter night view of Taixuanzong is very beautiful. The heavy snow falls silently outside the window. Looking around, the cold fragrance of herbs in the entire secluded garden carries the breath of winter and is swept by the cold wind into the house. Come and feel inexplicably comfortable.
“Gu Gu Gu Gu……”
A snow-white dove came riding on the wind and snow, carrying a unique southern aura. It landed on the window not far in front of Bailian, and looked at Bailian with its head tilted and cooing.
The white feathers flowing through the cold air are obviously not ordinary white pigeons.
Seeing its arrival, Balian showed a surprised smile. He walked to the window, stretched out his hand to scratch the pigeon's head, looked at it with loving eyes and smiled: "Good evening. . ”
The spirit pigeon also cupped his palm with a friendly look, then took the initiative to raise its paws and shook the letter on its paws as if to offer a treasure.
"Has someone written to you again?" Su Jing was already familiar with this scene. She was wrapped in a quilt, only a small dark face was exposed, and her eyes were shining under the candlelight at night. , seemed to be in a very good mood.
Balian was in a better mood, his face was smiling a little more, and his eyes were curved and bright.
He opened the letter paper on the dove's feet and opened his palm. On the letter paper, there were elegant and elegant ink-colored small words in an orderly manner:
"The wind and rain are miserable, and the rooster crows.刈刈.”
“Seeing a gentleman, the clouds are not barren.”
"When I see a gentleman, I am not happy about it."
"The wind and rain are like darkness, and the rooster crows."
"When I see a gentleman, I am not happy about it."
Through this poem, Balian seemed to see the resentment and depression on the face of the little girl in Cangwu Palace. Maybe her cheeks were bulging like buns at this time, and she was very unhappy.
(End of this chapter)