Master, are you married?

After drinking a few bowls of tea, he didn't know whether it was Xie Dao's mischief, or Duan Chunfu himself. He put down the teacup seriously, and choked out a sentence with a serious face.

"People have three urgencies, I'll go first!"

Jing Miao thought for a while, and felt that Duan Chunfu was really anxious, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry, so she opened her eyes when she saw Xie Dao, and looked at him with a slight smile.

It turns out that people are not in a hurry.

"Did you scare him just now?" Jing Miao spoke softly to Xie Dao. For some reason, ever since she found Xie Dao, Jing Miao always felt that the invisible distance between him and Xie Dao had suddenly shortened a lot. , especially after Xie Dao showed his completely childish side.

Xie Dao came together, turned around, saw that Jing Miao was not sitting back, and leaned forward childishly, nose to nose with Jing Miao, looking at him with bright eyes, as black as crow feathers My eyelashes seem to be tangled together.

"I don't like having other people when we're together."

What he said was also very childish, but there was an incomparably serious energy, Jing Miao's heart moved slightly, and she was about to laugh, but she couldn't laugh anymore when she remembered the matter of him drawing his sword to Cang Wu .However, it is better for a person to go straight and straight than to hide in the deep city, Jing Miao can only comfort herself in this way in the end.

"Master, after the matter here is over, I will go back." Jing Miao spoke to Xie Dao in this posture without dodging or avoiding.

"Okay." Xie Dao nodded cautiously, the noses of the two rubbed against each other, causing Jing Miao to laugh softly, but Xie Dao staggered away, buried his head in Jing Miao's shoulder, There was a little smile on his face, "I'll go with you, I'll go wherever you go."

Jing Miao reached out to caress his back, lowered her head slightly, and cuddled with him like a mandarin duck, and said in a low voice: "Okay, we will never be separated again. By the way, I heard from Chunfu that you are here You have been here for a long time, and that fellow Taoist named Yin Zhongchun has been taking care of you, right?"

He spoke softly and politely.

"No." Xie Dao shook his head without thinking about it, his hair was rubbing against Jing Miao's shoulder, a little itchy, "But I have to tell Red Bird."

Jing Miao responded, but she didn't know who the red bird was, it seemed to be a personal nickname, but she couldn't tell if it was Xie Dao's pet, just like Gan Wu.

"I'm afraid things will take a while, do you want to think about what you need to bring?" Jing Miao said again.

"Yes." Xie Dao sat up straight with a serious expression, held Jing Miao's shoulders, and said seriously, "You must remember to take me with you."

Jing Miao couldn't help laughing, Xie Dao couldn't help being very happy seeing him smile.

"That's right." Jing Miao suddenly remembered something, he gently brushed Xie Dao's hand off his shoulder, stretched out his hand and rolled up his hair, his fingers sank into his collar, and slowly groped for the red rope tied around his neck.He usually dresses tightly, as if he refuses to reveal anything except his hands and face. Now his hair is slightly messed up, revealing the curve of his slender neck, probably hidden behind his long hair all year round. , the skin is as white as snow.

Jing Miao finally touched the red thread, hooked it with her fingers, and slowly pulled out the collar, a thin strip of bright red against the snow white, Xie Dao seemed to have lost his gaze suddenly, and was reluctant to take it back for a moment.

It was as if something was burning in Xie Dao's chest. He looked at Jing Miao's unwavering expression, but felt that his throat was extremely thirsty and his temples were throbbing, but Xie Dao didn't feel angry. There was a kind of needle-like pain stimulating him.

This feeling is very strange to Xie Dao, so he just stares at Jing Miao greedily, almost horribly, like a glutton who is so hungry that he is almost mad.

Jing Miao finally took off the crescent pendant, wrapped his fingers around the thread, and reached out to touch Xie Dao's neck.Xie Dao subconsciously avoided it, then moved back slowly, raised his eyes, and gave Jing Miao a slightly flattering smile, sweet and greasy, Jing Miao spread the crescent pendant in the palm of his hand to show him : "This is the last thing my father left me. Although it's not a rare thing, I've worn it for many years. Today I'll give it to you as a token of love. If you don't want it, I'll wear it back."

"I want it!" Xie Dao grabbed his wrist, then slowly raised his head, like a beast that is not used to showing its vitals to people.

Jing Miao shook his head helplessly, and tied the red rope to Xie Dao. Xie Dao seemed a little uneasy, and leaned against Jing Miao's arms sullenly, until Jing Miao helped him press the rope into his collar and let it go He looked relieved.

"Can't you put it outside?" Xie Dao touched his neck, only to feel that the crescent moon pendant had slipped into his clothes and stuck to his chest, as if it still carried Jing Miao's body temperature, and the bitter fragrance lingering under his nose was faint , as if the whole person was hugged by Jing Miao.

"It's not a treasure. It might be gone someday if you put it outside." Jing Miao couldn't laugh or cry, "It's just an ordinary thing, and it's easy to break when touched."

Xie Dao's face was a little embarrassed, he lowered his head, and even the strength of his hand to touch his neck was more than half weak, and said: "You can't touch it, you can't fall it, and you don't let it be worn outside to show off, it's not called a baby. "

Jing Miao was speechless all of a sudden.

Even if the master loses his memory, he is still a master, and his words are so irrefutable.

"Then keep it safe." Jing Miao stretched out her hand to press Xie Dao's chest in a funny way, and said along with his words, "Based on my heart, this is indeed a treasure, and I will only give you one in my life." , nothing else."

Xie Dao covered his heart, looked at Jing Miao with black and white eyes, and asked him rather rascally: "Is there nothing else for me, or is there no one else?"

"Which one do you want?"

"I want the latter one." Xie Dao leaned over, secretly kissed the corner of Jing Miao's mouth, and said with a smile.

Jing Miao also let him kiss, and just said: "Then you are wrong, both of them." He originally wanted to tease Xie Dao with this sentence, but unexpectedly, Xie Dao was not very disappointed, but instead Covering his chest with excitement, he was suddenly curious and couldn't help asking him, "What's wrong with you."

"Then this is unique." Xie Dao smiled with a mysterious expression on his face, "I will never let others see it."

"That's not necessary." Jing Miao's heart warmed, and she leaned over to kiss Xie Dao's lips lightly.

The two of them don't seem to be bored when they get tired of being together, they just say some things that are most boring to others, but they are very interesting to themselves.Later, the two of them sat in the courtyard and looked at the stars. The sky at Wangchuan was no different from Tianjianzong's, but if it was more realistic, the moon seemed farther away.

Jing Miao stayed in Wangxing Pavilion for a long time, because work required to master a little bit of rules about the changes of the stars, so she was considered a half-astronomy (forced) enthusiast.At that time, he was just looking for information better, so as not to trouble his disciples, but now it just came in handy, telling Xie Dao about the starry sky in detail.

The vast sky, the endless starry sky, the eyesight of the two cultivators naturally far surpassed that of ordinary people, their heads were nestled together, chatting aimlessly.

Jing Miao looked up at the starry sky, but Xie Dao watched, then suddenly turned his head and stared blankly at Jing Miao's side.

He was so good-looking.

Thousands of words can't describe his appearance one ten-thousandth of the good-looking. Xie Dao sometimes is extremely boring, and always thinks about the appearance he likes, what kind of eyebrows, what kind of eyes, what kind of nose and mouth, how should he be born? Gorgeous or delicate, upright, or chic and comfortable.

But Jing Miao's appearance is not the one that Xie Dao particularly likes, but everything is born very naturally, without a single omission, and it is well-proportioned, just as Xie Dao thinks in his heart.

Xie Dao himself doesn't know why there is a person who obviously doesn't match what he thinks, yet makes him like it to the core.

Probably because he is Jing Miao.

And there is only one Jing Miao in the world, the only one, unique.

"Master, maybe you don't remember, but we live on Ziyun Peak. When you go back, we might be able to bring back Junior Sister." Jing Miao didn't know when to look back, he Staring at Xie Dao, he said softly, "Then the three of us will go out for a wandering trip together after the sect masters agree. We can go anywhere."

Xie Dao looked at him for a long time, and suddenly countless questions popped up in his mind. The first one was where is Ziyun Peak, the second was who the younger sister was, and the third was why we had to get the permission of the head when we went out to play... …

But he didn't ask any questions at the end, he just said to Jing Miao: "It's a pity to forget this."

Jing Miao laughed when she heard this.

I don't know why, but Xie Dao always feels that Jing Miao has clearly seen through his thoughts, but he doesn't reveal anything, but if he asks Jing Miao if he can see that he can't think of anything, he is afraid that Jing Miao will feel in his heart if he hears it. Sad, just sat nana, a little at a loss.

It was the first time in his life that he liked someone, and it was also the first time in his life that he was so at a loss.

I want to present all the good things in front of the other party, but I feel that what I do and say is messy, and I am afraid that the slightest carelessness in words and deeds will make the other party angry and sad.

"It's nothing if I can't remember." Jing Miao slowly stretched out his hand, and grabbed Xie Dao's hand as if nothing had happened. His slender fingers moved nimbly and slowly, interlocking fingers in the darkness. Blushing, she whispered, "Anyway, I didn't miss it, isn't that all right?"

Obviously, there is no sense of shame in doing things that are more intimate than holding hands, but for some reason, now that he and Xie Dao are intertwined with each other, there is a strange feeling of being closely connected.

Jing Miao lowered her head, feeling blood rushing to her forehead and burning all the way to the back of her ears.