How many times the group portrait is spring

I don’t know how Mo Lingyun will choose Jingrong, but it’s true that Yunjing can handle things well. I heard that she made a wish under the Sansheng tree during the day, and the disciples of Zhongnanguan who offered incense next to her almost didn’t maintain her demeanor. Did not knock the incense down.

What did she wish for?

Nan Siyuan will be bald tomorrow.

When Jing Rong arrived, Yun Jing was confronting Nan Siyuan carelessly by himself. Nan Siyuan was holding a whisk in his hand, with a calm expression on his face, "I don't know if I'll be bald tomorrow, but my sister's hairline looks bigger than mine." Worrying."

"Nan, Si, Yuan, who is your junior sister?" Yun Jing's face darkened, and if Master Qingxuan knew that she was taken advantage of by Nan Siyuan, he would not give her a discount.

"Of course it's you, Junior Sister Yun." Nan Siyuan replied quite seriously, if Yunjing knew that he had a bad nature, Yunjing would have believed him.

She still wanted to argue, but Ning Qing hurriedly pulled her behind her. Ning Qing made a bow to Nan Siyuan and said, "My junior sister is at fault for this matter. Ning Qing is here to accompany her to the Taoist priest." None."

"It's okay." Nan Siyuan looked at Yunjing and curled his lips, and Yunjing gave him a stare.

Many people came to pray under the three-living tree, and Nan Siyuan had heard of all kinds of weird wishes, although Yunjing was the first one to curse him to be bald.

But that's okay, there are a lot of whimsical daydreamers.

On the fifteenth day of the first day of the lunar new year, Nan Siyuan would come to Sanshengshu to release the lottery for those who are destined. This time, he happened to meet Yang Song, the young master of the Hengshan Sword Sect. Yang Song came to hang the lottery. Xi, with all his blood, didn't get too close.

Far away, Nan Siyuan could still hear Yang Song chanting while shaking his stick: "I will definitely marry that Ning Qing..."

Nan Siyuan swore that he didn't laugh out loud on purpose, he did.

It's been so many years, Hengshan Sword Sect's idiot is not too shameful, and he still misses that little beauty of Xuantianzong.

Yang Song didn't notice the embarrassment and walked towards him, muttering: "Nan Daochang, can you untie this stick for me?"

"This is not a good hexagram." Nan Siyuan raised his abbot airs.

"You just have to tell me if you can make it." Yang Song was not very happy. He was spoiled when he was young, and he didn't show any respect to Nan Siyuan. His expression was obviously eager to pay for Nan Siyuan to change his words. of.

No matter how you put it, Nan Siyuan is also a leader among the Taoist rookies, he has always disdain to talk to stupid people, he is giving him face by talking to Yang Song, how can this guy dare to find him annoying.

His face turned cold for a moment, and he said, "Don't be too whimsical."

"Why are you so whimsical?" Yang Song frowned, "I'm right with him, Daoist Nan, your hexagram doesn't seem very accurate, does it?"

Nan Siyuan looked down at Yang Song, and twitched the corners of his lips without a smile. Very well, the first person who dared to question his divination skills appeared in front of him.

"Which door do you belong to with him? Ning Zhelan's weak crown and alchemy, why are you weak? The Ning family used to be a wealthy family in the southern region, and there are not a few of his seniors and brothers who are Nascent Souls." Nan Si Yuan felt that his words were still gentle, but if Yang Song made further progress, he would not mind taking him to revisit how he came to be known as the king of Taoism.

Yang Song was speechless by Nan Siyuan's words, and he roared after a long time: "How can I not be worthy of him?! I am the young head of the Hengshan Sword Sect!"

"How are you worthy of him?" Nan Siyuan glanced at Yang Song, "In terms of appearance, he is the number one beauty of Xuantianzong, you are a toad who doesn't look in the mirror, and in terms of aptitude, he is the Nascent Soul Dao prepared by Shan Linggen Jun, you are a waste piled up by running around with elixir with the roots of the three spirits. In terms of family background, he is a direct disciple of the Xuantian Sect, a direct bloodline of the Ning family. I won’t go into details about what you are. You are the youngest lecturer of the Xuantian Sect, and you have been stuffing grass in your head."

Nan Siyuan felt that he still saved Yang Song's face, at least he didn't tell about the fact that Yang Song's mother was a prostitute, but he really felt refreshed.

"You! How dare you say that about me?! You wait for me at Zhongnanguan!" Yang Song blushed with anger.

"What are you?" Nan Siyuan smiled, "I'm a guest from afar, if you don't want me to give you face, then don't want it."

He, Nan Siyuan, was never afraid of anyone.

Nan Siyuan took a last look at Yang Song and said, "For the sake of you and I being monks, let me remind you, don't get distracted by people who shouldn't be extravagant, or there will be bloodshed."

While walking, Yang Song turned his head and gave him a yell: "You goddamn stick!"

Very good, not only doubting his divination skills but also scolding him for being a magic stick, Nan Siyuan beckoned to his disciples, and said with a deadpan expression: "Get the Hengshan Sword School out of the Daoist Lectures for me."

It is not without reason that Nan Siyuan dared to be so sure. He saw Ning Qing come to hang the lottery alone in the evening the day before yesterday, and prayed devoutly. son.

The man was holding a flute in one hand, and the lotus pattern on the hanging sleeves was used as a lining. His expression was light, and the crown on his head was the same color as the lotus pattern. The moment the hair scattered around his cheeks was blown by the wind, he kept looking at the sky and praying People match up.

It was a wordless match and fit. Nan Siyuan thought that he had never understood beauty, and he could find fault with people no matter how good-looking others praised him. Yun Jing once chased him for a long time because he praised his face. Mountain.

But the moment Ning Qing and Yan Huai looked at each other, he seemed to suddenly understand what a natural couple is.

*****

No. 20 spent eight days eating and drinking in Zhongnan Temple, but Zhengzheng still didn't come back.

——Cloudscape Notes

Although you don’t need to practice talismans in Zhongnan Temple, you can just take a walk every day, but Yunjing still misses Qingyunfeng and Master Qingxuan cleaning her up with a feather duster after a long time, oh no, the latter’s behavior does not miss her.

What's more, she couldn't calm down like Jing Rong and Ning Qing, talking to other people or reading books to get by. Sometimes she really wanted to slip down the mountain and sell cakes with Mo Lingyun.

But looking at Nan Siyuan's gloomy expression, and seeing Brother Zhelan's gentle smile, but his eyes are full of words, if she hangs up this year's "Si Fang Zhi", she may be going to the crematorium; Yun Jing immediately, He stayed on Zhongnan Mountain very honestly.

Master Zhengzheng has not returned for a long time, and Nan Siyuan, who is the abbot of Zhongnan Temple, is not looking very good. The soul lamp of Master Zhengzheng is well lit, and he knows that he is still in the southern border, but he just does not return to Zhongnan Temple Come.

Some monks who couldn't bear it anymore asked Nan Siyuan when Zhengzheng Daoist would return, and Nan Siyuan only answered two words: follow fate.

His behavior almost drove all the monks down the mountain, but fortunately Jing Rong came forward to comfort him, seeing that the chief of the first sect was not impatient, everyone stopped talking.

The weather in Zhongnan Mountain is getting colder and colder, and Yunjing often mutters that if Zhenren Zhengzheng does not come back, she will die. The winter days in the north and south are really incomparable, and it is hell if you don't go south or north.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long. Zhengzheng returned to the Zhongnan Temple on November [-]th, and the Hundred Classics Feast began since then. The monks entered and sat down in order. Before the lecture, there were still some Noisy, Yun Jing also approached Jing Rong and the others whispered: "This is what the real person is doing, such an important forum can be delayed for more than half a month."

"Perhaps it is difficult to know." Jing Rong sat upright, obviously not planning to chat with Yun Jing, Yun Jing tilted his head, and saw that Ning Qing even had books in front of him. Nephew Lin, who was older than her, also looked at the first podium seriously.

Seeing that it was Nan Siyuan who spoke first, everyone in the audience breathed a sigh of relief. The biggest advantage of Nan Siyuan's first speech is that he won't waste two hours of yours describing the history of Taoism and the lives of various great powers, let alone Summarize his glorious past, but directly talk about what he has learned and realized.

Nan Siyuan's habit of not talking nonsense is really a good thing for this kind of lecture audience. Since he started the lecture, it is not easy for the follow-up lecturers to insert his own brilliant achievements in the middle. Everyone saves time and listens. useful part.

After Nan Siyuan had finished speaking, it was the Taoist priests from other Taoist temples who spoke; Jing Rong and the others sat in the front seat and listened carefully, but Yun Jing's eyes were rolling around, absent-minded.

The Hundred Classics Feast continued for seven consecutive days, and on the last day, Shi Jingrong asked Yunjing to go down the mountain to pick up Mo Lingyun, and prepared to go back to the clan with them.

As soon as I mentioned the cloud scene down the mountain, I became interested. Anyway, I don’t need to listen to the scriptures!

Ning Qing didn't really want the Banquet of Classics of the Hundred Schools to end. He hadn't been as focused as he appeared to be in the past few days, and couldn't help peeking at Yan Huai who was sitting in the corner.

The day under the Sansheng tree was a coincidence, he didn't make an appointment with Yan Huai, but the moment Ning Qing made a wish and opened his eyes, he saw Yan Huai not far away, he thought, this is a sign that the wish will come true ?

Yan Huai listened attentively to the scriptures, he seemed to devote great attention to whatever he did, he was obviously a luminous body, but on such an occasion, his clothes were so plain that it could be called a simple and ancient style.

I really came here wholeheartedly to listen to the Banquet of Classics of the Hundred Schools.

The speaker on the last day was Zhenzhen Zhengzheng. After finishing his speech, he explained the reason for his late arrival: "My delay in this trip is due to the influence of the monster tribe in southern Xinjiang. The snake tribe is not afraid of realgar; The race is becoming more and more rampant and wreaking havoc on the territory of our human race, fellow Taoists, I am afraid that we should prepare early."

It's the demon clan making trouble again.

"Isn't southern border the border of the Gu clan? Is there a snake demon that can make trouble there?" Someone asked again amidst the commotion.

The Gu tribe's ability to control snakes and insects has always been second to none. How can such a tribe be disturbed by snake demons?

"If I hadn't seen this with my own eyes, how could I have told fellow Taoists on such an important occasion." Zheng Zhengzheng seemed to be a little older, and if the monster clan really messed up, the monks in the southern border would stand in the front line.

After talking about this, Zhenzheng announced the end of the show, and he really did not procrastinate like Nan Siyuan.

Now that the show was over, all the monks went down the mountain one after another, and Jing Rong and the others planned to leave today. When they bid farewell to Master Zheng Ze and Nan Siyuan, Yun Jing was dragged by Master Zheng Ze and chattered a lot.

"Are you Qingxuan's apprentice?" Master Zhengzheng seemed to be emotional, but Yun Jing felt embarrassed, and hurriedly replied: "Student to be named, disciple to be named."

"That's amazing. I remember that she said she wouldn't accept disciples."

She really didn't want to accept it, it was Master Jiuchen who forced me into her.Yunjing really wanted to say this, but he kept silent.

Master Zhengzheng looked at Yunjing, seemed to recall the past, and asked again: "Are you Fuxiu?"

Yun Jing nodded.

"That's just right, my family Siyuan has a little accomplishment in talisman. If you don't mind my little friend, you can often come to my Zhongnan Temple to walk around and communicate with Siyuan. If you want to develop together with talisman, there will be some benefits." Yes." Zhengzheng smiled.

Yunjing: Huh? ? ?Is she being kissed? ? ?