How many times the group portrait is spring

When Jing Rong met those eyes, he knew it was Mo Lingyun, but if Mo Lingyun wanted to play swordsmanship with him, then he would just accompany him.

Seeing that his identity had been found out, Mo Lingyun pulled off his face scarf without hesitation, and smiled at Jing Rong with a grin: "I just want to try to see if I have improved, but the master is too good, every time I compete with the master I feel like I'm standing still."

"Take your time." Jing Rong was not angry, he picked up Mo Lingyun's fallen sword and handed it over, asking, "Why do you want to come to the temple?"

"I miss my master." Mo Lingyun took the sword, wiped it carefully and put it back into the storage space.

"How did you get in?" Jing Rongfu asked, although he had given Mo Lingyun an invitation letter to enter the enchantment of Zhongnan Temple, but it is not easy to enter Zhongnan Temple at night.

Mo Lingyun's expression froze, he coughed and replied, "Over the wall."

"I can't do this kind of thing in the future." Jing Rong shook his head with a smile, and then looked at the broken window. If he waited for the people from Ming'er Taoist Temple to repair it, Nan Siyuan might be embarrassed again, so he might as well do it himself Spend some spiritual power to restore it.

Mo Lingyun replied ambiguously, then looked out of the window again, and said cheerfully: "Master, I haven't visited the Zhongnan Temple yet, why don't you take me for a walk?"

"It's night now, the sight is not good, isn't it like tomorrow?" Jing Rong also looked out of the window. Although he repaired the broken window, the window is open at this moment, and the cold wind blows in along the window, thanks to Mo Lingyun I don't feel cold anymore.

"There are too many people during the day, it's not easy to go shopping." Mo Lingyun shook his head.

Jing Rong's connivance to Mo Lingyun naturally allowed him. The two walked on the mountain road under the deserted moonlight, and the mist stretched to the distant mountains. This southerner who is used to the wet and cold winter feels too cold.

Walking under the Sansheng tree, Mo Lingyun stopped, looked at the tree full of signatures, jumped up, pulled two sticks down, sat on the branch, held the signatures in his hand and looked at them with great interest. .

Jing Rong was helpless, and called out: "This is the marriage lottery that others are asking for, Ling Yun should not mess around."

"I'll just take a look and hang it up for them later." Mo Lingyun shook the stick in his hand and said vowedly. He looked at the first stick and unconsciously read aloud: "Hongchen sent me I mean, long-term lovesickness endless?"

"This is not a good sign." Mo Lingyun murmured to himself, and read another sign, "At this time, we see each other but we don't hear each other. May the moonlight shine on you."

He lowered his eyes, and Jing Rong was also looking up at him. The light moonlight swayed generously around the people under the tree, and it seemed to light up the world. Mo Lingyun unconsciously recited it again: "May the moonlight flow According to you..."

But he also felt that his master didn't need him to come every month, it was clear that all the good things in this world were rushing towards him.

"Lingyun?" Jing Rong called softly, and Mo Lingyun finally stopped his attention, brushed his hair that was hanging down with the movement, and looked at Jing Rong with a smile again, and asked: "This tree is written with wishes hanging on it." Can it be achieved by going up?"

"Probably." Jing Rong didn't know much about the history of the three-living tree, but there were quite a few people who came to ask for lots and fulfill their wishes every day.

When Mo Lingyun heard this, he became interested again, and shouted: "Then I will write too. I want to be a hero, and I also want to grow a bunch of vegetables. I want to eat and do whatever I want."

Mo Lingyun has always been a man of action, muttering to himself, he drew an empty lottery and was about to start engraving.

Mo Lingyun was about to make a move, only to realize that he didn't bring a pen, and there were no sharp objects around for him to use to engrave words. He looked at Jing Rong quite helplessly, and Jing Rong was also looking at him, and instantly understood Mo Lingyun's embarrassment why.

Jing Rong stretched out his hand to hold Mo Lingyun's hand, and the pale golden spiritual power overflowed from his fingertips, as gentle as moonlight. He asked, "What do you want to write?"

Mo Lingyun only felt a warm feeling flowing through his heart, and when Jing Rong asked him, his eyes widened, and he replied stupidly: "Forgot..."

"Then let me carve it?" Jing Rong smiled.

"Okay..." I never thought that Mo Lingyun would dare to answer.

"Then, let's be reckless here, and live a safe life." Jing Rong read slowly, and left words on the signature following his strokes. Jing Rong looked as pale as the moonlight, but his pen was vigorous and short. The short horoscope is quite penetrating.

He hung up the stick together with Mo Lingyun, and the wind blew up in the silence, shaking Yishu's stick, the two got closer, and the light moonlight and the boundless ink seemed to melt into one place.

After hanging the lottery, Mo Lingyun was quite satisfied. He dragged Jing Rong back to the wing room, and said, "I've seen it, and I've finished my shopping, so I'll go down the mountain first."

He didn't mean to stay, he seemed to want to go down the mountain at night.

Jing Rong asked him: "Going down the mountain to make pancakes again?"

"Hey hey..." Mo Lingyun only smiled, and said with a straight face: "Is this the kind of person who only knows how to make pancakes?"

"Should..." Mo Lingyun dragged him to watch him bake the afternoon pancakes, but hesitated to speak.

"The old man said that I can become a teacher of pancakes, so when I go this time, he wants to teach me how to bake buns!" Mo Lingyun said seriously.

Jing Rong raised his forehead, sighed helplessly, waved to Mo Lingyun and said, "Go, go."

Seeing Mo Lingyun jumping out like a wild horse, the scenery is both funny and helpless, Mo Lingyun likes to eat and cook, this is Mo Lingyun's personal hobby, he shouldn't interfere, but nothing, nothing Whenever Ling Yun cooks and eats, he will never forget him.

Jing Rong seldom eats since Bigu, but now, most of the food he can eat is made by Mo Lingyun himself, and Mo Lingyun's cooking skills are also getting better and better.

The moon hung on the branches outside the window, and the black figure had disappeared on the mountain road. Jing Rong watched quietly, but felt lost in thought. He practiced the ruthless way, and he had already cut off his involvement with this world of mortals. He didn't understand the joy in the corners of his eyes and brows.

Hong Chen sent me a message?If there is no world of mortals in your heart, why should you express your meaning, why should you be longing for love.When Mo Lingyun read the signature, Jing Rong didn't mention a single word of these words, and he just didn't want to disturb Mo Lingyun's interest.

Since Yuan Ying, he has never known how to be warm and cold, and since he can remember, he is a direct disciple of Xuantian Sect Master. With such a noble status, how many people dare to provoke him, and even disciples of the same age dare not play with him. Respect Because of his identity, he is afraid of his indifference.

When he was young, Master Uncle Qin Fang, who practiced Xiaoyao Sword Dao, led his Junior Brother Wujian, and told Jing Rong mysteriously, don't look at Wuqing Sword Dao's early cultivation base is fast, if the mind is not strong in the future, Nascent Soul will not be able to enter it. It must be destroyed on the ruthless road.

However, Jingrong is now, and has easily entered the Nascent Soul Dzogchen, and he doesn't know what the elders who are waiting to see him stumble think.

Those who can cultivate the ruthless way have always been mainly those who are indifferent, but since ancient times, there have been many capable people born from the ruthless way.

I still remember that year when the elders of the Xuantian Sect gathered together, they were waiting for the disciples of the suzerain to choose one. The young Jing Rong grabbed Ling Xiaofeng's most precious treasure, the Ling Xiao Sword, without blinking an eye. way.

*****

Facts have proved that one should not be too arrogant, otherwise one will suffer retribution.

Mo Lingyun, who climbed over someone else's wall in the middle of the night, was grabbed by the ponytail when he climbed over the wall again. A cold and mocking voice came from behind: "Where is this little thief, dare to barge into my Zhongnanguan at night?"

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"It's empty talk." The man didn't let go.

If he grabbed farther away, Mo Lingyun would cut off his own hair with a sword, but this man grabbed too close, and Mo Lingyun, who didn't want to become bald, had a bitter face, "I'm really not, I belong to Xuantianzong, you let go first Ok?"

"Oh?" The person behind let go, and Mo Lingyun hurriedly stood away from him. When his eyes met, he saw the person's eyes full of ridicule.

"You are Taoist Rong Xie's apprentice, Mo Lingyun?" The man recognized him first.

Mo Lingyun took a serious look at the Taoist priest's attire, and then looked at his fairy-like face, and replied, "Are you that Taoist priest Nan Siyuan?"

"Yunjing taught you?" Nan Siyuan's expression remained unchanged.

"I saw it myself." Mo Lingyun looked unhappy, joking, this person just pulled his hair and pointed at him to give him a good face?Dreaming? !

Nan Siyuan didn't care much about what Mo Lingyun called him, and only asked, "Why did you come to visit me at Zhongnanguan at night?"

"I... I came to see my master." Mo Lingyun was a little annoyed.

"Daoist Rongxie taught such an apprentice who can climb over the wall?"

"Hey you, you can scold me, but don't take my master with you." Mo Lingyun's face changed, and now he was really angry.

"Forget it." Nan Siyuan stopped the topic, and asked again: "Are you Tianlinggen?"

"How do you know..." Mo Lingyun was taken aback.

"Don't worry about how I know, you will be in Rongxie Daojun's family for more than a year, and you are still in the early stage of Qi training?" Nan Siyuan continued to ask.

"Why, what's the matter..." Mo Lingyun felt a little guilty.

"Your master is also a heavenly spirit root, but he became a Daoist king when he was a weak crown." The meaning of these words, to put it simply, is that Jing Rong is twenty and has entered the Nascent Soul, Mo Lingyun, as his apprentice, you are twenty Still in the early stages of Qi training.

"Is it something wrong with your meridians?" Nan Siyuan's voice changed.

"What does it have to do with you?" Mo Lingyun's heart tightened, he didn't expect the Taoist to easily see that his meridians were not right.

"I won't harm you, why be nervous." Nan Siyuan's words did not have any credibility.

"Did you hurt me? My master is still here." Mo Lingyun didn't bother to talk to him, he understood why Yunjing said Nan Siyuan hated him.

"I just want to show you a solution, why are you so angry?" Nan Siyuan smiled.

"Do you have a solution?"

"In this world, those who are proficient in the meridian and the meridian are extremely cultivated, and the Gu clan living in the southern border will not miss it." Nan Siyuan said this, quite like a master.

"Didn't they say that you can't go to southern Xinjiang?" Mo Lingyun was a little puzzled, and didn't understand why Nan Siyuan wanted to tell him this.

"The Gu people used to be servants of the gods. The biased talk about them is the prejudice of the world. What does it have to do with Southern Border itself." Nan Siyuan smiled, "There are so many secrets hidden in Southern Border, but you, Disciple of the Xuantian Sect, do you want to solve the problem, or do you want to let the world laugh at you?"

"you……"

"The only apprentice of Daoist Rongxie, the chief of Lingxiao Peak? The future pillar of Xuantianzong?" Every time Nan Siyuan said a title, Mo Lingyun's face darkened, and he asked: "What do you mean?!"

"I'm just thinking, in order to solve this problem, will you work with the demon cultivator, or join the Southern Border Gu clan, which is despised by the world?"

Mo Lingyun took a deep breath, Nan Siyuan's words were really deceptive, but unfortunately, he is not a normal person.

Mo Lingyun opened his mouth: "Dog priest, do you know?"

Nan Siyuan waited quietly for the next article.

"You look like the villain in the storyteller's mouth." Mo Lingyun clenched his fists. If he was not sure that he couldn't beat him, he really wanted to take his sword and chop this fellow.

Nan Siyuan was not annoyed, "Have you ever seen a villain who is both resourceful and extraordinary like me?"

"It's more similar." Mo Lingyun rolled his eyes, "I'll tell my teacher everything you said, can you stop me now, I'm still hurrying down the mountain."

Nan Siyuan stepped aside, looked at Mo Lingyun's leaving back with a smile, and murmured in a low voice, "How would you choose?"