Drunken Exquisiteness

The room was very dark, Ning Wenqing returned home and almost kicked a high-heeled shoe far away with all his strength. The shoes hit the precious sandalwood floor with a muffled sound. She dropped her coat to the ground and stood in the dark for a while, slowly tossing off the other high-heeled shoes, and stepping into the bedroom barefoot.

The floor was slightly cool, as if stepping on it, it seemed like ice water, the moonlight was shining brightly through the windows, and the delicate furnishings were covered with a hazy gauze, with a little weird beauty in the tranquility.

She didn't even think about turning on the light. She sat down on the edge of the bed and slowly fell back on the bed. The ceiling was as white as snow, and the expressions of Li Tang and Xu Feifei's expressions were as clear as they were in front of them, and the scenes were profound and meaningful, and there was meager disgust in her eyes.

There is no other reason, just because Li Tang is her fiance, and Xu Feifei happens to be her good friend. The vulgar plot at eight o'clock, this was her first thought when she saw the two holding each other in the parking lot with her wedding gown half an hour ago. There is nothing new about fate. The story that she thought would never happen to her was unfolding before her eyes.

Love for several years, the cruel truth that is vivid overnight. An inexplicable smile appeared on her face at the moment she witnessed it suddenly, and the curvature of the corners of her lips has been maintained until now, so she is a little bit sorrowful. She suddenly laughed into the darkness, her breath seemed to be blown by moonlight, Li Tang's words in an illusionary posture generated a floating blade through her heart——

"Don't worry, when I marry Ning Wenqing, half of the equity of Ning's enterprise will be obtained."

Blinking to breathe, she was surprised that she did not shed tears because of it. Seeing the perfect moment of fragmentation, if she could choose, she would still have a whim at 11:39 in the middle of the night and drove to Li Tang enthusiastically, just to tell him that she would change the pink buckle on her dress. Into lavender.

The kind of lavender like a sycamore flower under the rain, she originally planned to describe it to him.

She bet that he would ask: The color of the row of plane trees downstairs in your medical school when they bloom?

Then she added to him: the fourth tree from the left, the color after the late spring drizzle drifted.

There was a rainy season a few years ago. When she looked back for her lost notes, she turned to see Li Tang leaning over and smiling.

The sound of the sycamore flower falling down, a faint, quiet purple, he held the romantic color with his fingertips, and handed it to her with the notebook.

She raised her head and smiled under his gentle gaze, but now she smiled.

She subconsciously flicked the tourmaline beads on her wrist, and the moonlight seemed to pass through her body to shine in her heart very clearly, without hysterical pain, just a little too sober numbness. Or maybe the pain is so much that you don't dare to touch it at all for a while, but you can be sober in self-defense to show your despair.

It should be fortunate that it happened before the marriage, at least to keep the company's equity. Ning Wenqing smiled self-deprecatingly, the clear, colorful tourmaline tentacles were warm, and the moonlight was shining, hidden behind the ink line that crossed the eyelashes for a moment. She lay quietly, closed her eyes and stretched out her hand, and touched a small silver box with simple patterns on the bedside. There are several different sets of crystal beads in the box, and they are exquisitely cut on the dark blue velvet.

The pure temperature of the spar was as cold as water. She turned her head and picked out a pair of obsidian known as the "Black Diamond Warrior", which can drive away evil spirits. She raised her finger and slid on her wrist. The crystal black lined the delicate white skin. Each piece of obsidian has opened its rainbow eyes, and you are floating before the moon.

Bad luck faded away. She picked up her fingers and evoked another pair of beads, pure golden brilliant titanium crystal, auspicious and luxurious, like a **** and Buddha...

Light blue and clear aquamarine, ground water, fire and wind, purifying well...

Bright white and soft moonstone, calm the mind, clean and calm the mind...

Dark green, strange green ghost, with compassion and open heart...

The splendid red garnet, exorcise evil spirits, protect oneself...

Bright purple noble amethyst, concentrates the mind, gathers energy to transform evil, and also symbolizes... loyal love...

The hibiscus color starlight ice seed powder crystal, the gentle and crystal clear color, represents the affinity of pleasure, and heals the wounds of love...

She squinted her eyes to the moonlight, watched the string of spars quietly displayed in her hand, frowned slightly, and suddenly felt like a groceries vendor at a noisy night market.

Expensive and cheap, love and hate, but only in one's mind.

If you really like them, they are the shining treasures in the palms of your hands; if you ignore them, they are stubborn stones rolled into dust on the roadside mud.

Such as the so-called love, such as the so-called lover, as the so-called so-called dry land and stone.

The natural coolness of the crystal stone entangled and spread on the arms, as if the cold lake water surged in late autumn, the coolness was so deep. She faded the eight strings of crystals and threw them aside, leaving only the original tourmaline, returning to her face up and closing her eyes.

However, she didn't pay attention. The crystal that she threw out happened to be a neat half-arc, and under the faintly clear moonlight, it spontaneously gave out a faint brilliance.

Eight bright rays of light converged in the air, illuminating the entire room, and then slowly and slowly poured into the string of tourmalines on her left hand.

Feeling a little bit cold in her sleep, her clothes damp on her body, chilly, the sound of running water and the temperature of the sun around her, Ning Wenqing reluctantly opened her eyes, and the dazzling light immediately shined into her eyes, and she couldn't help but avoid it. This sudden light took a long time to adapt.

The mountains and ridges, the clear waters and shallows, the wind passing by the forest is intoxicating, as if you are in a beautiful dreamland. Ning Wenqing blinked slightly, a little confused for a while. Such a real dream... Surrounded by green mountains, dense forests, lush green, boundless blue, a waterfall on the top of the mountain, like Bailian hanging river, broken beads splashing jade. The sound of the water faintly flew down along the mountain peaks, gathering into a clear river rushing, Douzhe snakes and winding west, finally disappearing in the green mountains. And she is right now by the water, wearing a white shirt, wrapped around her waist, with long **** and wide sleeves, and a bamboo basket has been turned over on her hand, which contains some unknown flowers and plants.

Ning Wenqing got up and looked around. Suddenly, the palm of his hand was sore by the sharp stone. This tangible feeling rushed forward with thousands of thoughts, proving that the prospect of the eyes was not in a dream. She looked around, her heart gradually becoming uneasy. There was no trace of the birds and beasts in the barren mountains and ridges. Only the breeze was blowing, and a faint figure was reflected in the stream.

The woman in the water has long white hair and a completely different appearance. Ning Wenqing frowned, stepped forward and leaned over to look into the water. The reflection became clearer with her movements, which was shocking.

The person in the water is clearly not himself, but also looks like himself. The waterfall-like hair fell down her shoulders, her eyebrows were slender, and her lips were thin. If there was nothing in the water, there were only those eyes with the same waves, which she was familiar with. A leaf fell to the surface of the water, and the shadows were scattered in the ripples. When I look again, the eyebrows are like water, and the dim places don't even look like this.

At this moment, a hardly audible sigh suddenly sounded in her ear: "Oh, it must be done."

Ning Wenqing was taken aback, and blurted out, "Who?"

In the water reflection Dan's lips slightly opened, and said: "My name is Feng Qingchen, but you may be Feng Qingchen from now on."

"What did you say?" Ning Wenqing looked at the water inexplicably, unable to figure out the situation for a while.

The reflection sighed again, Yingying said: "The whole story is not clear in a few words. Please stretch your hand into the water."

Ning Wenqing hesitated for a moment, only to realize that what was in front of him was weird and inexplicable, but after hesitating, he stretched his hand into the stream according to the words. When the tourmaline on the wrist hits the water, it suddenly emits a faint light, reflecting the sunlight refracted in the water, crystal clear. After a while, I don't know whether it was the coolness of the water or the coldness of the tourmaline, gently spreading along the arm to the whole body.

At this moment, she seemed to see countless complicated lenses passing by, the silhouettes interlaced, silent, as if floating light and gliding shadows, several reincarnations, after tens of thousands of years, the dust settled, inadvertently, there was something This way I entered my thoughts and stayed quietly.

When the light and shadow disappeared and the light converged, the reflection in the water asked, "Do you know now? These are my memories, and they don't seem to be complete... But I can't do it, so I can only do so."

Ning Wenqing couldn't help but raised his hand and stroked her forehead, trying to straighten out the sudden things. The first thing in her mind was herbal medicine, which was collided and combined with the knowledge she had learned in medical universities for many years. Time was chaotic, and my heart was filled with waves of feelings and thoughts, but a little bit of chill spread, and fear and anxiety faintly spread.

As she was thinking, she suddenly took a breath, looked at the shadow in the water and said, "You are..."

"It's a heart disease," the reflection in the water sighed. "Although I learned medicine since I was a child, I actually became a doctor for a long time."

Ning Wenqing pressed her hand on her chest without noticing the abnormality. He took a step closer and couldn't help but ask: "What is this place? Why am I here? How can I become like you?"

Facing her series of questions, the reflection was silent in the water for a moment and then said: "This is the realm of the celestial dynasty, the land is close to Mobei. I really can't bear it. It was because of my heart disease that I suddenly sent it out because of a heart disease. Continue your life, but don't want to accidentally cause you to be burdened."

"Heavenly... Witch Clan forbidden technique? What are you talking about?" Ning Wenqing frowned and asked again.

The reflection said: "Master once said that this forbidden technique is called the'Nine-turn Exquisite Formation', which is a secret that was not passed down by the Wu clan hundreds of years ago. It is said that this formation can replace Vientiane and manipulate reincarnation with the power of the Nine-turn Spirit Stone. If the nine stones gather together, it can open up to 800 million heavens in the four realms, and 9.99 million in the air, which will make people change their souls. They are not limited by the cycle of heaven, and even reincarnate in another world and become another person."

"Nine-turned spirit stone... but what does this have to do with me?"

The reflection sighed: "There is a certain number in the dark. You have the Nine-Rank Spirit Stone, and you have also formed the Nine-Rank Exquisite Formation. This may be a predestined cause."

Ning Wenqing thought of the nine strings of crystal stones that he had taken out before going to bed. He opened his mouth to speak, but only felt incredible. He didn't know what to say. He just listened to the reflection and said, "I have troubled you anyway. No amount of apologies will help. I didn’t know that the consequences would be so serious before. In order to protect your soul, I have passed all my spiritual memory to you. I have to teach for many years, and what I know and learn is also broad, at least those astrological medicine techniques should be useful. It’s a bit of compensation. All I can do is this, or... you can go to the Mingyilou with the tourmaline spirit stone in your hand, and everything in the future will be left to good fortune and good fortune.

Ning Wenqing subconsciously touched the bead on his wrist, looked down at the water, and asked, "So I have become you, what about you?"

The reflection shook his head without saying a word, and revealed a faint smile in the ripples of the water. The smile gradually shattered and melted, and finally disappeared without a trace, becoming a strange face of Ning Wenqing, exactly the same, except for that full face. The consternation of the face.

"Hey! Don't go, what is Mingyi Tower..." Ning Wenqing asked several times continuously. There was no movement in the water, and she couldn't help sitting on the rock next to her. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead now. Body, skin, thought, soul, which one is the existence of life? Who is she in front of me, and who is the other one? Where is she and what should she do?

The mixed memories of the two chambers accompanied by the feeling of helplessness rushed to his heart extremely strongly. Ning Wenqing slowly buckled his fingers into the bluestone on the shore, trying his best to convince himself that this was just a ridiculous dream, and everything would return to normal after waking up. But the dazzling sunlight and the clear sound of running water reminded her that everything in front of her was real, and that she was no longer her former self from now on, this strange world now truly exists.

Moving westward, a round of blood sank alone in the sky. Ning Wenqing, or Feng Qingchen, who was slowly calming down, was looking at the mountains and fields about to be trapped in the twilight. When she was thinking about it for a long time, she was ready to turn back. A pair of big hands covered her mouth tightly.