I Can Inverse Heavens To Change My Fate

I Can Inverse Heavens To Change My Fate Chapter 45

2022-03-28

Chapter 45 Except for the three feet of snow on the king's body, who in the world is worthy of white clothed ?

This is the fifth day back at Hanging Mountain.

A calm, bright sun and a gentle breeze day.

Ji Qiu returned to his usual routine.

A calm demeanor, chanting sutras, chanting Buddha, cultivation Martial Arts, as if the rising winds and scudding clouds in the outside world have nothing to do with him at all.

As the afternoon has passed, the autumn sun is not as hot as it is, but it is softer, which makes people feel comfortable and sleepy, and gradually hits my heart.

Ji Qiu was carefully wiping the handle of the Azure Rainbow in the small remote ancestral hall.

The magic sword infused with Spiritual Qi moisturizing, after wiping, was lifted by Ji Qiu and shaken twice, cold light on the blade surface, showing off one's ability, which is rare in the world.

After looking at it for a while, the monk was satisfied with the nodded, 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 front door.

As I saw the door of the ancestral hall opened at this time, there was a red-clothed girl, smiling like a flower, standing in front of the door, like a begonia flower, as charming and charming.

"Little Monk, you're back?"

Seeing the woman Luo Sock was dusty, she lifted her footsteps lightly, only a fragrant wind blew past, and she came to the front, and so did Ji Qiu came back to his senses, with a smile on his handsome face, he replied:

"I'm back."

"This trip has gained a lot and I have seen a lot, If you want to be asked about the story by Girl Su again, you will not be troubled by the empty Chinese and ink in your belly."

Standing up from the futon, Ji Qiu looked at the hands behind his back, more beautiful than Huajiao. The young girl raised her arm and made an invitation, and said:

"I have been on this Hanging Mountain all the year round, but today I am free. Would you like Girl Su to go down the mountain with me and wander around here? Some time?"

Ji Qiu is sixteen years old this year, which is when the youth is full of energy and the most handsome.

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

It was the first time Ji Qiu had asked her to come down the mountain since we met a few years ago.

So after hearing this, Su Qixiu's bright eyes flashed with surprise, and immediately said:

"Can you?"

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

The red-clothed girl said this, frowned a little distressed:

"You just came back from your trip, if you don't If it’s convenient, don’t go first, how about we go later when we have time?”

“Otherwise, if you are punished by the master in the temple for this, it would be too much of a loss.”

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

In her eyes, the beautiful Little Monk in front of her is just a young monk in the Floating Buddhist Temple.

The management of the Floating Buddhist Temple is strict and it is not easy to get down.

And she can often come to burn incense and worship Buddha, and can come to Ji Qiu anytime, anywhere, but it is because of her family.

The daughter of the Imperial Family, the royal descendant, even if she is not favored, it is very simple to find a temple to burn incense and worship Buddha.

However, Su Qixiu has never revealed his identity, and only claims to be a powerful family in Gandu, so no one knows where the Floating Buddhist Temple is.

Except Ji Qiu.

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

"No."

"I am now successful in my cultivation, and it is no longer the same as it used to be."

"I can go down and up the mountain whenever and wherever I want."

"I just want to take this road I'll tell you all the stories, can't you?"

With a touch of sadness on the monk's face, the woman shook her head slightly.

She doesn't seem like she should refuse.

Little Monk only takes time off once in a few years to be with her once, and if she just pushes it like that

The next time, who knows how long it will be?

Maybe due to some accident, I can't wait in this life? It's impossible to say.

Suddenly, Su Qixiu felt a little annoyed in his heart, as if he was regretting the rejection, so he hurriedly replied:

"Since you are all right, of course I am here. Yes!"

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

Su Qixiu put his right hand on his chest, as if this You can feel the beating heart.

A slightly red glow appeared on her face.

Afterwards, the girl didn't turn her head back and ran quickly outside the ancestral hall.

Ji Qiu looked at her back.

Three thousand blue silks blown slightly by the wind are red-clothed and dazzling.

Just as Shaohua is young.

"I will, I will tell you to live well."

Close his eyes until he is sure that the girl has left and can no longer hear the words of the ancestral hall, Ji Qiu uses only himself. To hear the sound, gently muttered.

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

A flat boat rowed on the Huai River at this time, rafting past, and rippled slightly on the clear water.

In the distance, there are mountains like Hanging Mountain.

At this time in late autumn, looking around, the leaves turn yellow, the mountains are red, and the forests are dyed, nothing more beautiful can be imagined.

The young monk stood in front of the boat, his clothes fluttering, and a red clothed woman was lying in the back, holding a carbon pen on his slender jade fingers, on the dust-free white paper scroll in front of him, slowly. Draw slowly.

The girl's brush strokes are soft, but she also outlines the lines with edges and corners. Obviously, she has put a lot of effort into it.

When the boat passed thousands of sails, passed the group of travelers, and was on the verge of landing on the shore, the girl stopped what she was doing, looking at the freshly baked picture in front of her, she was very satisfied.

"Hey, Little Monk!"

"Come and see!"

Patted stood up, Su Qixiu took down the scroll, and hurriedly moved forward. Qiu beckoned.

"Did you draw it?"

"Ask the monk to come and have a look."

Ji Qiu stood at the head of the boat and listened for a long time before hearing the voice from behind. Then I knew that Su Qixiu's exciting painting had come to an end.

So he made a noise and leaned over to the red clothed girl.

At this time, the appearance in the painting opened up to him.

The person in the painting has sharp edges and corners on the face, and the traces left by the carbon strokes should not have a god, but in the hands of this red clothed girl, she actually turned that like an exiled fairy. The detached demeanor is depicted vividly and thoroughly.

Even if there are all traces of black, I can't tell what this person's clothes look like, but just by looking at the expression, I already know that only the white clothed is not stained with dust. To match its three-point style.

Except for the three feet of snow on your body, who in the world is worthy of white clothed?

Although a little narcissistic, Ji Qiu couldn't help but think of this sentence when he saw the painting Su Qixiu copied for himself.

"Really."

"Good painting."

It took a long time for Ji Qiu to speak in admiration.

"You have achieved perfection in your alchemy technique."

"I'm not worthy of Girl Su's painting!"

The monk is shy Smile, a little ashamed.

Who knew that at this time, the girl looked serious, looked at the unnatural appearance of the monk in front of her, and then looked at the handsome young man with a smile on the painting, but her tone was firm, saying:

"No, you deserve it."

After that, the girl smiled, like a flash in the pan, momentaneous splendor.

"Because, you are the one who drew this painting."

"No matter how good the painting is, it is impossible to be human."

"Isn't it?"

"Little Monk."

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