Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Chapter 44 Except for the three feet of snow on your body, who in the world deserves white clothes?
This is the fifth day of returning to Hanging Mountain.

A calm, sunny day.

Ji Qiu returned to his usual routine.

With a calm demeanor, chanting scriptures, chanting Buddha's name, and practicing martial arts, it seems that the turbulent wind and clouds in the outside world have nothing to do with him at all.

Now that the afternoon is over, the autumn sun is not as harsh as it is, but rather soft, which makes people feel comfortable and drowsy, gradually attacking the heart.

At this time, Ji Qiu was in that remote small ancestral hall, carefully wiping the blue rainbow.

After wiping the dharma sword infused with spiritual energy, Ji Qiu lifted it up and shook it twice, a cold light appeared on the blade of the sword, showing its sharpness, which is rare in the world.

After looking at it for a moment, the monk nodded in satisfaction, and when he was about to insert the long sword into the scabbard, he saw a refracted red on the blade.

Seeing this, the monk was slightly startled, then turned his head.

When his eyes looked at the main entrance.

At this time, the door of the ancestral hall opened, and there was a girl in red, with a smile like a flower, standing in front of the door, like a crabapple flower, charming and charming.

"Little monk, are you back?"

Seeing the woman's socks covered in dust, her footsteps were raised lightly, only a gust of fragrant wind blew past, and she came to her face, Ji Qiu also came back to her senses, with a smile on her handsome face, she replied:
"I am back."

"This trip has yielded a lot, and I have seen a lot. If you want to be asked about stories by Miss Xiu again, you won't be troubled by the empty Chinese ink in your stomach."

Standing up from the futon, Ji Qiu looked at the beautiful girl with her hands behind her back in front of her, raised her arms as an invitation, and said:
"I've been on this hanging mountain all year round, and today I'm free. Would you like to go down the mountain with me, miss Xiu, and take a tour around this dry city?"

Ji Qiu is sixteen years old this year, he is at his youngest and most handsome.

And the throbbing in Su Qixiu's heart for him also started from these two years.

Since we met a few years ago, after such a long time, this is the first time Ji Qiu asked her to go down the mountain.

So after hearing this, Su Qixiu's bright eyes flashed with surprise, and she said immediately:
"is it okay?"

"Then if you go down the mountain for no reason, the masters in the temple will not punish you for it."

When the girl in red said this, she frowned in distress:

"You have just come back from traveling, if it's inconvenient, then don't go, how about we go when we are free?"

"Otherwise, if you are punished by the master in the monastery because of this, it would be too much for the loss."

Although Su Qixiu knew that Ji Qiu was an outstanding student of Xuankong Temple, she never knew how high Ji Qiu's realm was.

In her eyes, the handsome young monk in front of her is just a young monk in the Xuankong Temple.

The management of the Hanging Temple is strict, and it is not easy to go down the mountain.

And she can often come to burn incense and worship Buddha, and can come to look for Ji Qiu anytime and anywhere, it's just because of her family.

The daughter of the royal family, a nobleman, even if she is not favored, it is still very easy to find a temple to burn incense and worship Buddha.

But Su Qixiu never revealed her identity, she just claimed to be a noble family in Qiandu, so no one knew about the Xuankong Temple.

Except for Ji Qiu.

Seeing the girl in red in front of him thinking about herself everywhere, Ji Qiu felt a warm current in his heart, and then said gently:

"Will not."

"Now that I have achieved success in cultivation, I am no longer the same as before."

"As long as I want to go down the mountain and go up the mountain, I can do it anytime and anywhere."

"I just want to tell you all the stories along the way, can't I?"

The monk had a slight sadness on his face, causing the woman to shake her head slightly.

It seems like she shouldn't refuse.

The little monk only took time out once in a few years to be with her once, if she just let her go
Then next time, who knows how long it will be?
Maybe due to some accidents, I can't wait in this life?This is uncertain.

Suddenly, Su Qixiu felt a little annoyed, as if she was regretting the refusal, so she hurriedly replied:
"Since you are fine, of course I can!"

"I'll go and ask the maids to rest at the foot of the mountain first, you...you wait for me!"

Su Qixiu put her right hand on her chest, as if she could feel the beating heart.

A slight blush appeared on her face.

Afterwards, the girl ran out of the ancestral hall at high speed without looking back.

Ji Qiu looked at her back.

The three thousand blue silks that were slightly blown by the wind were dazzled in a red dress.

At the right age.

"I will definitely tell you to live well."

Closing his eyes, until he was sure that the girl had left and could no longer hear the words from the ancestral hall, Ji Qiu murmured softly in a voice that only he could hear.

Outside the city of Qiandu, there are rippling rivers and lakes, and its name is Huai Shui.

A small boat was rowing on the Huai River at this time, and passing by, there were slight ripples on the clear water.

In the distance, there are mountains like Hanging Mountains.

At this time of late autumn, looking around, the fallen leaves are turning yellow, and the mountains are red, and the forests are all dyed, which is too beautiful.

The young monk stood at the front of the boat, with fluttering clothes, and a woman in red was lying behind, holding a carbon pen in her slender jade fingers, slowly drawing on the clean white paper scroll in front of her eyes.

The girl's brush strokes are soft, but the lines are drawn with sharp edges and corners. It is obvious that a lot of effort has been put into it.

After the boat had passed thousands of sails, passed the group of travelers, and was on the verge of docking, the girl stopped the pen in her hand, and looked at the freshly baked picture scroll in front of her, feeling very satisfied.

"Hey, little monk!"

"Come and see!"

Patting her body and standing up, Su Qixiu took down the scroll and waved to Ji Qiu in front of her.

"Did you draw it?"

"Call the monk to come and see."

Standing on the bow of the boat, Ji Qiu concentrated for a long time before he heard the voice from behind, he knew that the painting that Su Qixiu was so excited about had come to an end.

So he made a sound at that time, and leaned towards the girl in red.

At this time, the appearance in the painting slowly unfolded to him.

The person in the painting has sharp edges and corners, and the traces left by the carbon strokes should not have spirits, but in the hands of this red-clothed girl, the detached demeanor like a banishing fairy is depicted. vividly.

Even though there are all traces of black, it is impossible to tell what kind of clothes this person looks like, but just looking at that expression, one knows that only a white dress that is not stained by dust can complement his demeanor.

Except for the three feet of snow on your body, who in the world wears white clothes?
Although he is a bit narcissistic, looking at the painting that Su Qixiu copied for himself, Ji Qiu still couldn't help but think of this sentence in his heart.

"Really."

"Good painting."

After a long time, Ji Qiu spoke in admiration.

"Your technique of Danqing has already reached perfection."

"I'm not worthy of Miss Xiu's painting!"

The monk smiled shyly, a little ashamed.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the girl looked serious, looked at the unnatural expression of the monk in front of her, and then looked at the handsome young man smiling in the painting, but said in a firm tone:
"No, you deserve it."

After all, the girl smiled, like a flash in the pan, a moment of youth.

"Because, this painting is originally about you."

"No matter how good the painting is, it can't be half as good as others."

"Isn't it?"

"Little monk."

(ps: Some things are not easy to write, you will just read it, there will be a chapter later, and readers who read this must remember one thing, and you must make sure to read it in the next three weeks. It’s a critical period, you don’t want to book G, do you? Please!)

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