I didn't intend to become a fairy

Chapter 180

In the dog days, it is cool in the middle of the night.

The window was open and the wind was coming in.

In the middle of the room is a pottery pot, inside is a match made by the neighbor next door. It will not burn an open flame if it is lit with fire, it will only burn very slowly, and it will not spark, and it emits the fragrance of herbs.

The Taoist lay on the mat, supposed to be comfortable, but had no choice but to cover himself with a bed of three-colored cats.

Ever since she came back from Beiqin Mountain, Mistress Sanhua's rat-catching business has flourished again.However, in order to continue to catch mice and take into account study and rest, the Taoist agreed with her that it would still be the same as before. The mice in each family would be caught in five days. After each family was caught, they would have two days off and would ask for leave if they had something to do.

Today is a routine vacation, but I can't completely relax.

The first is to spend more time studying in order to maintain one's own gifted cat design.

At the same time, it is very hot today, and the sun is very strong during the day.

The moon is also good at night, and the yin is also strong.

Empress Sanhua is a fellow practitioner of yin and yang spiritual power. She has to work hard day and night to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon.

In the middle of the night, the practice was over. Although he was very tired and not in good spirits, Sanhuamao didn't fall asleep for a long time because he usually worked night shift.Walking around in the room, climbing up and down on the bed, constantly changing positions and postures, it was not until he climbed onto the Taoist belly that he finally fell asleep.

At this time, he curled up into a ball and slept soundly.

The matchstick repels mosquitoes and soothes the nerves, making the cat dream.

The content of the dream is also simple.

It was early autumn of the year.

A small town at the foot of the mountain, a small stone arched bridge, a gurgling river, and rustling willows. She sat on the bridge and stared at the distance in doubt. Wherever she looked, a young Taoist priest was wearing an old Taoist robe that was not as old as it is now. The famous fisherman begged for two small fish in a bamboo basket, dressed them in willow branches, and brought them back, saying they were her betrothal gifts.

The three-flowered cat stared at him.

At this moment, she felt that she was hugged by someone, and she suddenly flew up from the ground.

Then put it on the ground again.

The ground is icy cold.

Same as mat.

"?"

mat?

The small bridge in the small town disappeared, the weather when the morning mist first cleared also disappeared, the willow trees disappeared and the fish disappeared, everything seemed to be in the dark, all disappeared, and so did I and the Taoist.

Dazedly opened his eyes, rubbed his paws, he was curled up on the mat, in the dark and sloppy, the Taoist got up from the bed and was walking downstairs.

"Well……"

Sanhua Mao rubbed his eyes again.

It turned out to be a dream.

It should be that I slept on his belly, and when he wanted to get up, he picked himself up and put him next to him.

While thinking about it, the Taoist had gone far away.

"Well?"

Sanhuamao got up in a daze.

……

The Taoist walked downstairs in the dark.

The moonlight came through the window, and it wasn't too dark.

As soon as he walked downstairs, the Taoist realized something was wrong.

Looking back--

A dazed three-colored cat also followed him down the stairs, its footsteps were sloppy, and it looked very listless.

The Taoist stopped, and so did she.

The Taoist looked at her, and she also looked up at the Taoist.

"Miss Sanhua, what are you doing?"

"Taoist priest, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to a hut."

"Oh……"

"Why did Empress Sanhua follow me?"

"hurry up……"

Sanhua Mao couldn't even open his eyes, and his speech was drowsy, but he tried to persuade him: "Miss Sanhua is going back to sleep."

"..."

The Taoist was really helpless.

After going to the toilet, go back.

But Mao'er seemed completely unaware of his helplessness, and walked back with him while feeling sleepy, talking to him at the same time.

"Taoist priest."

"Um……"

"Is it Liqiu today?"

"It's very hot today."

"Then how long until Liqiu arrives?"

"I told Empress Sanhua before that there are still 30 days left, and Empress Sanhua knows exactly how long 30 days is." The Taoist's voice was soft.

"Oh……"

Sanhuamao stopped talking.

As a genius cat, he naturally knows how long 30 days is, but if he knows he knows, he still has to ask.

Lying on the bed, the bamboo mat was cold for a while, and the pillow filled with rice husks made a rustling sound. It was not soft, but it felt very comfortable.

The three-flowered cat didn't climb up on his belly, but climbed beside him, stared at him and said:

"Taoist priest."

"Um……"

"Mistress Sanhua seemed to have a dream just now."

"What did you dream about?"

The sanhuamao just turned its head and stared at him, as if it was a little more awake than before. Its eyes were wide open in the dark, round and round, but it refused to speak.

The Taoist turned to cast a puzzled look at her.

In the middle of the night, with the scattered light of a ray of moonlight outside the window, only a small dark ball could be seen, but she still didn't answer, just looked at him.

"Miss Sanhua, don't you want to talk about it?"

"I want to talk!"

"Let's talk then."

"Don't talk!"

"Then don't talk about it."

"Well……"

"Go to sleep."

"Well……"

"How about we go around the painting tomorrow?"

"Which painting?"

"Which painting could it be?"

"Go to the painting!"

"I've always wanted to go in and see."

"Oh……"

"Go to sleep."

The Taoist turned over and closed his eyes.

The cat's eyes are round and shiny in the dark, and it is very common for cats to endure the long night.

The next day, morning.

The Taoist cooked a bowl of porridge and two eggs.

Empress Sanhua is a good egg partner, she likes to eat egg yolks, she is most suitable for people like Song You who love egg whites but don't like egg yolks, one person, one cat, one share, everyone is happy.

After breakfast, the Taoist cleared away all the pots and bowls, and took the cat to the second floor, standing in front of the painting.

The painting in front of me is still not much different from before.

There are carpet-like earing reeds in the vicinity, and a small road in the middle, leading to the Cangshan Mountain in the distance like a sky wall. There are villages and green smoke at the foot of the mountain, and there are many large fertile fields at the junction of the village and the reed field, which are regular like a chessboard. The grid is the same, blue and yellow are different, but there are some changes from the first time I saw it.

In addition, what has changed even more are the wild geese in the air and the green bulls on the ground.

The content on this painting seems to be updated once it is closed and opened again. In addition, it changes once every day at dusk and when no one is watching. If someone is watching, it will not change.

It is worth mentioning that there is also a copybook hanging on the top of the painting.

The handwriting on the top is not good, but it is also neat.

What it says is: The thief broke his arm for a year

In the past few days, there have been several quack visits.

They dare not gather crowds to make trouble in the city, because when the imperial army comes, no one will be able to escape.They didn't dare to come to the Taoist openly, so they often came when the Taoist was out or in the middle of the night. However, the Taoist imposed several restrictions and spells on the painting, and asked the Sanhua Empress to inscribe the words, as a reminder to steal the painting the thief.

If you don’t listen to persuasion and touch it without authorization, not only will you not be able to remove the painting and damage the paper, but you will also lose control of your arms. That’s why many Jianghu people flee in a hurry when they come, and they can’t even stand firmly when they jump out of the window.

The number of people who came back in the past few days has gradually decreased.

The Taoist stared at the painting with fascination, even after so long, he was still amazed by the mysterious aura in it.

I don't know what it's like to go in.

"Let's go."

"Let's go~"

One sentence from the Taoist, one sentence from the cat.

I don’t see a Taoist using a brush, but I just stretch out my hand and lightly tap on the painting, the mysterious connection, the aura flourishes, and the painting has a few circles of ripples, it seems that it is no longer a painting, but a door and a window.

"Miss Sanhua first."

"Jump in?"

"Ah."

"You first!"

"Okay, then I will go first."

"No! Empress Sanhua first!"

"..."

The Taoist looked down at the cat.

Probably know what she's thinking.

"Then let's go together."

So Song You bent down and gently picked her up, without saying much, just took a step forward, and it turned into a wisp of green smoke and entered the painting.

The world changes in front of you, and the seasons change.

In a trance, the Taoist with the cat in his arms has arrived at the small road in the painting. There are reeds on the left and right. There are people as tall as people, pulling snow-white ears, and being blown by the wind, they all bend down in the same direction. The wind also brought the smell of soil and reeds, with a hint of humidity.

Taoist's first feeling is:

Cool!

It is hot summer in Changjing, but it is late autumn here. Suddenly coming here from hot summer is like walking into an air-conditioned room on a hot day.

The wind blows comfortably.

The cat in the Taoist's arms had already opened its eyes wide, looking left and right.

The Taoist bent down and put her on the ground. By the way, he rubbed some dirt on the ground with his hands, held it in front of his eyes, rubbed her fingers, and watched carefully.After a while, I put the soil back into the wind, and reached out to grab a reed leaf that was bent by the wind. I still pinched it with two fingers, feeling its touch, the coldness of the leaf, the moisture inside, and the sawtooth on the edge.

The Taoist is thoughtful.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around to see what was behind the invisible painting.

But not nothingness.

It is a lake surrounded by fences.

The lake is very vast, and with good weather, you can see the other side of the lake, which is also a stretch of mountains, probably dozens of miles away.There are also many reeds growing near the shore in the lake, and the metasequoia growing inside is red in this season, reflecting in the water together with the sky, half blue and half red.

The water surface is constantly wavy, and occasionally fish and shrimps move around in the water, causing ripples in a circle.

Many waterfowls fly in the air, swim in the water, plunge into the water to prey, and make calls from time to time.

"Ah~"

Where is this world in the painting?

Obviously the real world.

The Taoist withdrew his gaze, then raised his head to look at the sky-wall-like green hill in the distance.

The village below the mountain can be seen vaguely.

Then he stepped forward and walked over there.

Seeing this, Sanhuamao hurriedly followed.

When looking from outside the painting, the continuous green hills like the sky wall are not too far away. Now that you are in it, you still don’t feel far away. Only by experience can you know that it is because it is too big and the ground is peaceful.

The Taoist was very patient and walked slowly.

Keep an eye on the world as you go.

Whether it's the wind blowing, the road under his feet, the reeds or other weeds around him, the small animals that occasionally jump in the grass, the birds in the sky, or even the changes in the world, he carefully observes and records them. The aura, the difference between the seasons here and the outside world, are all in his perception.

(End of this chapter)