Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

There was a golden light in the sky, and there seemed to be sharp screams in the ears.

Nine Nether Orchid Juice, Nine Nether Orchid Juice...

Hearing this word for the second time, Song Jing was dizzy for a while, and fell on Xia Yu's shoulder with her head up, her eyes were dark——damn it, remind me! ——Holding back his discomfort, he tried his best to search for that memory—come out to me quickly!

It's like groping for a small dark stone in the dark thorns. It hurts to be stabbed, but still persists.

Xiao Qingli's memory is a tool for him to live better in the dusty world.Especially this one - Nine Nether Orchid Juice.On the night when he first came to this world, Hongli mentioned this - "Brother, Patriarch Tantai coveted our family's Nine Nether Orchid Juice, and he used you to force him..."

Those unfinished words and the dark and cramped cell made him deeply feel the crisis.

Tantai Qingyan is not a good person who takes care of her nephews and nieces.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, blinked slightly, watched the blue sky gradually change from blurred to clear, and the bright golden sun was still dazzling, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

His eyes were calm, hiding excitement.It turned out to be like this.

Song Jing smiled inexplicably under Xia Yu's worried eyes, his thin lips were curved into an elegant shape, and he squinted his eyes, as if everything was under control.

"Qingli, are you alright?" Xia Yu touched his forehead, "Is it because the sun is too much and your spirit is not good? Let's go back to the house."

Song Jing nodded: "Okay, let's go back to the house."

He stood up, let Xia Yu lift the chair and walked back with him, jokingly said: "Xia Yu, look, I really can't bask in the sun, it's better for me when it rains."

Xia Yu's ears were red again.

Song Jing smiled playfully, turned around and glanced at the sun-drenched courtyard, with a hint of sarcasm in her narrowed eyes, looking at us, whoever loses in the end wins.

Neither of them noticed that outside the yard, a slightly hunched young man with a sad face stared blankly at the two people in the atmosphere and Xi. There seemed to be no room for their own existence.Chun Shui squeezed the book in his hand hard, and the three big characters Xingshenlun were distorted and deformed, with white knuckles on them.

After finally waiting for the sky to clear, I rushed over immediately.Looks like it's still too late, doesn't it?

He has friends, and only himself is left.However, who would let himself lie on the bed like tuberculosis every time it rains?A few days, plus that slap in the face, the spring water was as black as a deep pool, and the eyes gradually despaired, like a pool of silent stagnant water, the warmth was gone, and I really only rose in the eternal darkness to find the light obsession.

Please forgive my cowardly retreat.Chun Shui blinked his sore eyes, Xizuihua flashed in the corner of his eyes, let me miss the teaching, anyway, you don't attach much importance to this, do you?

I hate rainy days, I hate rainy days the most.

Chun Shui turned around silently, and left quietly, with the shadow quietly elongating behind him.

After this, Song Jing devoted himself to the practice of calligraphy and painting with peace of mind, and under the light of Xiao Qingli's body, his progress can be described as rapid.As for Xia Yu, he also started his own practice, but according to Xia Yu, the formulas he practiced were not untold secrets like Song Jing's, but only very common third-rate formulas.

Song Jing's rule that no matter what the family's outdated learning should never be spread, should be to let Xia Yu practice "calligraphy and painting into Taoism" with him, but Xia Yu dispelled his unrealistic delusion with one sentence: "Do you think the so-called family's outdated learning is an extremely powerful one?" Is it a big method? Do you think that everyone is qualified to practice a powerful exercise? Without the physique and blood of your Xiao family, no one can go far in this exercise."

Under Xia Yu's sudden loss of control, Song Jing chose to remain silent.Perhaps, Xia Yu's life is more miserable than it looks on the surface.Perhaps, Xia Yu's usual smile was made with great difficulty in order not to make people worry about sympathy.

Song Jing understands that sometimes people have to wear a mask and live in fear, and sometimes even they will forget what is the real self.

However, Xia Yu is a pure and kind-hearted young man, there is no mistake about that.He thought that he would like to become a brother with such a person.

11 days of calamity feast

更新时间2010-3-2422:18:53字数：2955

It has been more than a month since I stayed at Tantai's house and counted the days.Song Jing was immersed in cultivation and exploration, and didn't care about external trivial matters.

After waking up in the morning, I feel my mind and mind. In the morning, I take advantage of the fresh air to paint and practice. In the afternoon, I let Xia Yu teach me how to write characters. In the evening, I will try to figure out the essence of the theory of form and spirit with Xia Yu.It has to be mentioned that Song Jing moved directly from the original hut to live with Xia Yu, of course, he moved the bed here.

Xia Yu has never been so happy. Although Qingli is a little bit cold-tempered, a little bit lazy, and a little bit stinky, but Qingli is really a good person.I have never had any friends, and no one has treated me so well. Only Qingli, who lives with me in practice, does not laugh at my weird hair color and appearance.This period of time was the happiest and most relaxed period of time he had ever lived. If he could just live with Qingli like this, he would be willing.

Of course, Song Jing has never understood that Xia Yu is the one who takes care of her food and clothing, and Xia Yu is also the one who teaches her writing. How can she treat him better?

Xia Yu didn't say it, Song Jing made him feel the joy of being needed for the first time, and it was the first time someone made him realize that his existence was not a mistake, he was truly alive.

He just went to pick mangqing today, and on the way back, he met Lancai, the personal maid of Master Chunshui.

It's going to be busy for a while now.He ran back with a smile on his face, and told Qingli quickly that some people might never see such a scene in their lifetime.In recent days, Qingli has always been on calligraphy and painting, obsessed with obsession, and doesn't talk much. Sometimes she is so quiet that she feels depressed, and her behavior in the house can't help but relax a lot, with light hands and feet, Sneaky, not daring to make a sound, even breathing carefully.If things go on like this, Qingli will definitely become a boring gourd, and it's not good for the body.Xia Yu thought about it, with tenderness in her eyes.

"Qingli Qingli." He ran into the yard and grabbed Song Jing who was lying on the wicker chair basking in the sun, "There is good news."

Song Jing felt very distressed by Xia Yu's opening and closing Qingli, as if he was calling someone else, but it was difficult for him to say, you can call me Song Jing, I am not Xiao Qingli.

He touched the bridge of his nose helplessly: "Xia Yu, what's the matter?" How could something good happen to him, he didn't take Xia Yu's words to heart.

"Be careful." Xia Yu saw Song Jing's absent-minded state at a glance, and tugged at Song Jing's sleeves, "I'm serious. The opening of the Heavenly Calamity Festival once every seven years was selected in the Tantai family. And just In five days."

Their news is very closed. For news like this, the people of Tantai's family started to make preparations half a year ago.Basically everyone up and down knew about this matter, except for the two special beings in Tantai's family who knew nothing about it.

As for the basket color, it was Chun Shui who specially asked to tell him when he remembered Song Jing who was almost forgotten.

"Oh, God's Calamity Festival." Song Jing grunted a few words to cater to, "It sounds like a cult organization, why are you so happy?"

"What did you say?" Xia Yu listened to Song Jing's indistinct words in confusion, and opened her eyes wide, "Aren't you happy?"

Song Jing rolled her eyes: "Why should I be happy?"

"It's the Heavenly Calamity Festival."

"..."

"Qingli, you don't know about the Heavenly Calamity Festival, do you?" Xia Yu cautiously asked for confirmation.

Song Jing shrugged happily: "Yes."

"..." Xia Yu was still taken aback. It was comparable to the Heavenly Calamity Festival of the Flower Lantern Festival at the end of the year. Song Jing actually said she didn't know?

He was silent for a moment, and put away his surprised mind. In fact, he should have stopped being surprised a long time ago.

The person in front of him is totally incompatible with Xiao Qingli, who is rumored to be a young genius surrounded by elegance.Not talkative, calm and silent, occasionally with sharp and indifferent eyes, only after deep communication can you find a little concern for yourself.

Very patiently, Xia Yu started from the simple beginning and slowly told Song Jing everything about the Tianzhu Festival.

"The Heavenly Calamity Festival began in the early days of the Xiazhi Empire. It is rumored that the emperor Su Yanyu ruled the country with absolute force at that time. However, the chaos of swords and soldiers after the war had a profound impact. The civilian bandits fled, the remnant party coveted, weeds grew in the fertile land, and the people did not care about farming. As a result, the people were destitute. Afterwards, there was a severe drought, and there were places where there was no water for as long as eight months, and the empire was severely damaged.

Then, Su Yanyu led all civil and military officials to Luoyun Mountain to pray for the common people's society.After the ceremony, nectar fell from the sky, drenching millions of places.The Summer Solstice Empire started from this day and gradually moved towards prosperity. "

"So the Heavenly Calamity Festival is the celebration of this day?"

"Yes. It takes place every fifty years. Each time it is run by one of the great families of the Empire."

"This year is the Tantai family?"

"kindness."

"That Tantai Qingyan still has some skills." Song Jing squinted her eyes, not minding that Xia Yu was by her side, and continued to ask, "But if it is like this, the Heavenly Calamity Festival will not last for so many years. bad?"

Xia Yu gave Song Jing a look of approval: "That's because something else happened during that sacrifice to heaven."

"What?" Song Jing's memory began to stir again, could it be that——

"Nine Nether Orchid Juice."