Su Bian Cultivation World

"The palace lord always likes the blue robe." When smoothing out the folds of the clothes for him, the maid suddenly smiled and said, "Only the palace lord can wear the blue robe in such a calm manner."

The maid knew that many adults in the palace were extremely afraid of the palace lord, and she had also heard gossip about the palace lord being "cold", "indifferent" and "as if he was born with no heart", but for them, the monsters with weak blood Speaking of it, Palace Master Shenxue is actually a good leader.

He is not tyrannical, and he doesn't like to vent his anger. Even the big things seem to be insignificant before his eyes.Since those "big events" in the eyes of ordinary people cannot arouse his overreaction, of course they will not involve his love, hatred, joy and anger.

The palace master has never even loudly reprimanded the servants, and of course she will not ask people to drag the servants down because of a trivial matter.It doesn't matter if the daily dishes are saltier or lighter, the color of the clothes is darker or lighter, and the smell of the incense is stronger or lighter. Go up the body like a stream of kindness.

He takes good care of him.

Once, during a discussion, swords were on the verge of breaking out in the hall, the adults on the left and right rows held each other's opinions, and they were about to fight, but the maid was frightened by the monster's power, and the two were fighting, and they almost fell to the ground.The Palace Master's expression did not change, he could not see any dissatisfaction or anger at the quarrel among his subordinates, he naturally ordered the maid to bring him a new pot of tea as usual, and then he would just leave.

"Everyone, please continue." He said calmly, "I want to hear the result of your discussion before finishing this pot of tea."

When he uttered the word "negotiation", he didn't seem to feel any irony in using the word in the current scene.

Later, the maid who was pardoned and retired deliberately fiddled with the water leak, and confirmed that the time when the palace master walked out of the palace slowly happened to be almost the same as the time when he drank a pot of tea in the past.

"I do prefer blue," was the maid's quick reply to the casual gossip.

It's always like this, no matter how high or low your status is, you can probably get a response if you say a word to the Palace Master.At the beginning, she was really complacent about this, but soon she realized that it had nothing to do with the palace lord's own likes and dislikes, but just out of the palace lord's usual politeness.Even if someone provokes the palace lord face to face, and asks the palace lord a vicious question with dirty words just before he is about to die, after cutting off his head, the palace lord will give a reply to the bloody corpse, even if the other party has already No longer needed.

The Palace Master is such a person.

However, this time seems to be different. After giving the short reply above, Palace Master Shenxue said softly: "Because the person I like..."

This time the voice was extraordinarily light and ethereal, as if it was just an unintentional voice.The maid looked up into the palace master's eyes in astonishment, and found that the other party was slightly dazed.

Han Qianling's eyes were slightly blue, so when he was in a trance, his eyes looked extraordinarily deep. At this time, his brows were flattened, his expression relaxed, and the corners of his lips seemed to be stained with a little smile, and his outline was much softer than usual.

It seems that the gods took the initiative to step down from the high platform and return to the world.

……

When the maid beside him mentioned his preference for blue, Han Qianling naturally thought of Luo Jiujiang.

His love for blue is not without reason-in fact, almost all the things that make him feel "very good" and "like" can't be related to Luo Jiujiang.

He stopped for the Shenxuehua Forest and built the Shenxue Palace here, because Luo Jiujiang had found the Shenxue tree species for him through untold hardships; in his free time, he would stand on the top of the tree and look out, doing his best to suppress the boiling hatred in his heart Then he could listen to the wind quietly and enjoy a moment of peace, because the wind with a smile was the opportunity for them to bond; as for the wooden Buddhist bead in the neck that he loved more than a treasure, let alone.

Blue became special, it was the second side he and Luo Jiujiang saw after "Listening to the Wind".

It was still Luo Jiujiang who came to look for him on his own initiative, holding a kite about his size in his arms, and excitedly invited him to fly the paper kite together.At that time, Han Qianling was at the critical juncture of malice attacking his heart. The prayer beads he received yesterday had been twisted more than ten times in his hands, and Luo Jiujiang happened to hit the muzzle of the gun.

"No." Han Qianling said succinctly, he soon realized that his tone was too unkind, and added under pressure, "I don't like flying kites."

"That's okay." Luo Jiujiang smiled after being stunned, and put down the beautiful paper kite in his arms in the narrow and shabby house in Hanqianling, "How about digging out the bird's nest, I'll keep an eye on a nest of seven-pointed birds It's been a long time."

"do not like."

"You don't even want to touch seashells?"

"bother."

"It's okay to make a whistle together. I prepared a good piece of bamboo a few days ago."

"I don't want to do it."

"How about catching fish and grilling them? There is a cave not far from the sea, which is a good place for Tibetans. No matter how tall you are, you can't get in. I have prepared enough salt, sugar and oil there. I just need to make a bunch of fish skewers and grill them." Once baked..."

"Stop talking." The turbulent malice washed over Han Qianling's mind repeatedly. He opened his eyes, and everything he saw was distorted blood red. Following Luo Jiujiang's description, he couldn't restrain himself from remembering Hailai, thinking of the fishy smell and rain of blood that covered the sky, the fishes scrambling to peck at the crimson sea water, the pair of indifferent and lifeless eyes watching coldly in the dark...

"Stop talking." Han Qianling repeated: "It's disgusting."

"..."

The resentment imposed on him went straight to the sky, and exploded in his mind like fireworks, leaving only broken embers all over the ground. Han Qianling opened his eyes, cold sweat covered his forehead, his consciousness gradually recovered, and he slowly realized What did I just say.

Luo Jiujiang remained silent for a long time, probably out of anger.

Han Qianling looked at the string of Buddhist beads in his hand, feeling a little lost in his heart, which was distorted into more intense negative malice in the blink of an eye.

"Is there nothing you like?" Luo Jiujiang asked suddenly, and sat down cross-legged like him. Han Qianling glanced at him and saw the seriousness of the other party, "Are you sad again? The person next to you just now The wind was literally crying."

Looking at Luo Jiujiang's calm, clear and unconcerned eyes, Han Qianling was speechless for a moment.

"If there is really nothing you like, is there anything you don't like?" Luo Jiujiang reached out and picked up the string of Buddhist beads that Han Qianling put in his palm, "Do you hate the beads I gave you?"

"..."

Han Qianling shook his head.

"Aside from that, what's not to like?"

Han Qianling lowered his head, and after a while he spoke, his voice was muffled, jerky as if he was learning to speak for the first time, and he wished not to look up into Luo Jiujiang's eyes: "You. I...I don't hate you."

Luo Jiujiang blinked, and soon smiled at Han Qianling's answer: "That's easy—you wait a minute!" He turned around and ran out of Han Qianling's hut, forgetting even the paper kite on the ground, Han Qianling Qianling looked at his flying back, suddenly uncertain whether he would come back.

Luo Jiujiang never went back, he ran away, ran back, a lock of hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, but his eyes were as bright as washing, he smiled very happily, and even changed into a new blue dress.

"How is it?" He turned around in front of Han Qianling, "You don't feel disgusted now, do you? I changed into the clothes my wife made for me, isn't it better?"

Han Qianling nodded.

Luo Jiujiang moved closer, and pulled his cuffs to show him: "They say I look more energetic in this dress—look, is this dress annoying?"

"Don't bother." It's not accommodating, nor is it lying, such exquisite clothes are pure blue on Luo Jiujiang's body, without any disturbing red.Han Qianling stretched out his hand to touch it, and found that he had calmed down faster than usual.

Luo Jiujiang whistled triumphantly, and shook out a bag from behind like offering a treasure. Inside the bag was a blue dress that was exactly the same as his: "My mother made two at the beginning, and we are about the same size. If you can wear it, you can wear it."

After saying this, he took out a packet of pastries wrapped in oil paper from his arms: "This is my favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cake, if you try a piece, it might be delicious too, it's quite popular?"

He piled the clothes and pastries in front of Han Qianling, and squatted down happily: "If you have clothes you don't hate, you can have food you don't hate, and if you have beads you don't hate, you can have paper kites you don't hate... There are so many interesting things, if you take a look with me, maybe you will find that they are not so annoying."

"...Yes." Han Qianling stretched out his hand to caress the dress, and the faint blood mist in his eyes was torn apart by the elegant blue. Pulled into a brand new world, in just a moment, he seemed to be alive again.

It turns out that this is blue and this is sweet.

And the boy opposite with sincere and concerned eyes is Mingliang.

……

This is how Luo Jiujiang taught him the whole world, because he specially changed into new blue clothes to see himself, so he felt that blue was beautiful, because he handed over his favorite snacks, so he tasted the sweetness of sweet-scented osmanthus cake .

As he grows up and his inheritance memory becomes more complete, Han Qianling will be able to deal with the outside world more appropriately.Please take a seat when others visit, and reply when others open their mouths.It's just that he can't understand the bones when he draws the surface, and he acts according to the rules purely because "the world believes that it should be so", but he doesn't really care about what others think.

The seven islands are all human races, respecting etiquette, he treats people with politeness and alienation, and no one can find anything wrong with him; there are many monsters in the Suzaku Realm, and he acts according to his strength. A sweep can make them fearful.

These coping styles can change with the situation, just like eating soup with a spoon, eating with chopsticks, and changing crabs for eight pieces when they are on the table.But if these reactions to the outside world are utensils, then Luo Jiujiang is his inner organs. The tableware always changes with the dishes, but who can change a whole new set of organs?

He sees the world through Luo Jiujiang's eyes, understands the world through Luo Jiujiang's mouth, and digests and integrates things through Luo Jiujiang's joy and surprise. Jiujiang is the only anchor point in his three thousand worlds and the inseparable part of his life. part.

Han Qianling came back from the delusions, and stroked her sky blue cuffs embroidered with complicated patterns as in memory.

He likes blue clothes very much.