Thinking of this, Yun Rong couldn't help shaking her head and laughing. She looked at Bai Lian and sighed softly: "Junior brother, I have been acquainted with him for a long time. When will he feel sad when he sees me?"

Balian opened his mouth and was about to speak when the bamboo boat beneath him suddenly shook.

In the gurgling water, it turned out that the old man punting the boat had already reached the other shore and stopped.

It is clear that not long ago, this lonely boat was traveling in the middle of the vast lake, but after a few conversations, it suddenly reached the lake shore.

This is a short-term dream dominated by Yun Rong. The passage of time and space is very different from the real world.

At this moment, Balian didn't notice any difference between what he was experiencing and the real world.

However, the dazed look in his eyes remained undiminished. He raised his eyes and saw the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan Waterside Pavilion. After the rain, the summer heat was getting stronger by the lakeside.

Although when the boat docked, the sun was already over the mountains. Looking from a distance, one could faintly see the green mountains stretching out thousands of miles under the red afterglow.

It is like a mountain that will eventually flourish and wither, just like water flowing in a thin and long stream.

There is a soft breeze on the water surface, the sound of rhombus singing slowly, the guest pavilion is next to the small market, and the lights are bright at night.

Yun Rong slowly stood up from the boat, crossed the lake rocks and walked to the shore first. She looked back, holding the flute in her right hand, turned sideways, stretched out her left hand towards Bai Lian and smiled slightly.

It's quite an unusual scene.

It's just that Balian found it unpleasant in every way. Such a scene seemed like the relationship between a man and a woman had changed, and he was being taken care of by her attentively and considerately.

Balian couldn't help but accept the hand extended by his senior sister. Under the curious and teasing eyes of a group of girls who were enjoying the lanterns at night and hiding their faces with fans on the lake shore, he could only sigh in his heart,

Then he reached out and put it on Yun Rong's palm.

The jade hands under her palms were soft and cool, and her skin was warm, delicate and smooth. Under the afterglow of the dying daylight, Balian could only see a tiny white wrist exposed under her sleeves, and her long and slender knuckles revealed a hint of tenacity.

As Balian's palm fell, her five long and slender fingers naturally passed through the gaps between his fingers, and the ten fingers were interlocked. With a little force on her arms, she steadily pulled Balian to her side.

The silhouettes of the two people were reflected in the shimmering lake, and the gentle night wind blew the hems of their clothes slowly.

Balian stared blankly at the interlocking fingers, feeling doubly confused.

He and his senior sister have been married for many years. The senior sister is addicted to sword practice all day long. Although her temperament is distant, she is not rigid.

As his wife, she would not object to daily physical contact with Balian. Even if he occasionally bathed in the mountain pool, Yun Rong would do his wife's duties and duties and serve him.

Prepare aromatherapy and clean clothes.

She was not involved in the affairs between men and women, but she knew a thing or two about it, and she was not shy about Balian's body when bathing and changing clothes.

It's just that when I get along with him, I don't always have a natural sense of closeness in every gesture like now.

On the contrary, it made Balian feel a little embarrassed and uncomfortable.

There is a gentle breeze, thousands of lights are on, the summer night after the rain in the south of the Yangtze River is at a comfortable temperature, the river is murmuring in my ears, and the human voice in front of me is silent.

The lantern season is still good, the two of them intertwined their fingers and traveled together, arm in arm, through the night scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, with its small bridges and flowing water.

There are different kinds of lanterns beside you, and there is a constant flow of people walking by.

Yun Rong suddenly stopped, his eyes fell in front of a stall, he looked sideways at Balian and chuckled, "Junior brother, do you want to guess lantern riddles?"

Balian was about to respond, but Yun Rong interrupted and said: "Well... forget it, junior brother has a bright mind. I guess the lantern riddles here don't mean much to you."

Bai Lian laughed and said, "Senior Sister, you have taken a fancy to which lantern."

Yun Rong's eyes fell on the puzzle hanging on a lantern, and he muttered softly: "The body is straight and hard. Although I can't speak, I will respond to the words..."

The owner of the lantern seller was an elderly woman. She looked at the beautiful couple in front of her with a smile and said enthusiastically: "If you like this lantern, I might as well ask my husband to guess it for you."

, if my young husband guesses wrong, it would be great to spend money to buy it as a gift to your sweetheart."

Yun Rong stroked the long piece of paper on the lantern puzzle with his palm, smiled slightly, and said: "The answer to this puzzle must be an inkstone."

The lady selling the lantern laughed and praised: "Young lady has such a bright mind, this lantern belongs to the girl."

Yun Rong generously took the lantern that the aunt brought over, turned around and handed it to Bai Lian.

Balian looked at the rabbit-shaped lantern in her hand and was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "Sister, are you going to give me the lantern?"

Yun Rong didn't say whether it was a gift for him. She slightly raised her beautiful eyebrows, and her dark eyes were filled with gentle light, as bright as the morning sun. She gently opened her lips and said, "What this lady said makes sense, lanterns."

This kind of thing should be given to your sweetheart."

Slender, cold white fingers gently hooked the thin knot of the lantern. The lantern was obviously not heavy, but it seemed a little awkward and difficult for her to hold it. Balian subconsciously took the lantern from her hand.

Hmm... I was caught off guard by my own sword-crazed wife.

Balian's fingers holding the lantern curled up slightly, and the palm intertwined with the five fingers of her left hand gradually became hot, and her heart skipped a beat inexplicably.

Under the gaze of Yun Rong's half-smiling eyes, Bailian coughed lightly and turned his gaze away. His eyes fell on the orderly arranged lanterns in a panic, as if he deliberately changed the topic to relieve the chaotic mood at the moment, and whispered

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"Hmm... Surrounded by mountains and rivers, shrimps are playing in the water, so I can type a word..."

He already had the answer in his mind. Under Yun Rong's gaze, he pretended to think deeply and said to the aunt, "But the word Si?"

Two lanterns were guessed away one after another, and the aunt couldn't help but lose the joyful smile on her face. She laughed and said with a somewhat embarrassed smile: "This little husband is really smart and quick. If there are more like this tonight,

With two customers like this, the small shop business will no longer be viable."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! How could Balian not hear the hidden meaning of this woman? He, the majestic leader of a sect, would naturally not take advantage of a mortal.

"My aunt is serious. Guessing lantern riddles is just for fun. I won't let my aunt lose money tonight."

Balian wanted to loosen his left hand, which was tangled with ten fingers, and wanted to take the money from his sleeve to give it to his aunt. However, he gently used force to twitch his hand a few times, but found that it was completely unable to be loosened by her slender fingers.

He blinked and looked at Yun Rong.

Yun Rong tilted his head slightly, blinked at him, and asked with a chuckle: "Si? Which Si is it?"

Balian didn't know why she asked like this, but under her scorching bright eyes, he unconsciously rolled his Adam's apple and replied nervously: "Thinking thoughts."

"That's not right." The lady running the stall said that Balian's answer was correct, but she said it was wrong.

Yun Rong stood under the lantern, with the moonlight between her eyebrows, clear and hazy, and her eyes were quiet: "I said it was lovesickness."

Balian's throat swallowed more quickly, and sweat could be seen on his forehead. He didn't know how to respond. He blankly raised his right hand holding the rabbit lantern and said: "Can you please help me get some silver...

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During her years in the mountains, Bailian always called her senior sister most of the time. Even in formal occasions of the sect, she would always call her senior sister.

But now that he was in the mortal world and far away from the things in the mountains, Balian didn't think much about it. He just followed the locals in the country and called her ma'am.

So as not to let others think differently about his identity.

It's just that he didn't know that the lady he called her at random would be called into Yun Rong's heart, and he would no longer embarrass Bailian.

As soon as Yun Rong was in a good mood, she took out a heavy silver ingot from Bai Lian's sleeve pocket, carried it heavily in her hand, and placed it politely on the lady's stall.

The lady looked at the silver ingot and screamed, "I can't find such a heavy piece of silver..."

She saw that these two people were dressed in a rich or noble manner, so she thought of forming a good relationship. Anyway, they had won the lantern by their own ability.

The aunt opened her eyes when she didn't see it, and said in embarrassment: "If you two really don't have any change, then forget it..."

"It doesn't count." Yun Rong reached out and picked up the lantern that Bai Lian had just guessed. Coincidentally, the lantern was also shaped like a rabbit, and each of them had one in their hands. It looked like they were in pairs.

The right pair of rabbits.

She took out the lantern, held two strings diagonally with her fingers, and joked with her eyes: "Don't worry, ma'am, my husband is rich."

The scenery is as bright as the moon, the swordsman in the Tao who fixes the clouds and stills the water, the fourth sword of Tianxi, Qing Jun comes out of the world like a banished immortal woman.

At this moment, she was like an ordinary mundane woman, showing off her husband's abundant financial resources in a subtle but unobtrusive manner.

It's completely different from what she would say normally.

Husband.

After many years of marriage, this was the first time that senior sister called him like this.

The call was actually more natural than the "Mrs." he just called, and even a little gentle.

While Bai Lian was stunned, Yun Rong had already taken his hand and led him into the crowd.

As Yun Rong walked, he raised the rabbit lantern in his hand, and gently bumped against the rabbit lantern in Bai Lian's hand as if he were raising glasses.

The candlelight in the paper lantern flickered, quiet and beautiful.

Yun Rong lowered his head in the bright lights of thousands of houses, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, making his smile blurry even in the night.

She said: "Rabbits will die because of loneliness. During the lantern festival, it is better to keep them in pairs."

In the past, my senior sister only thought about swords, but I would never hear the words "in pairs" from her mouth.

Balian's heart has been numbed by the impact of her senior sister tonight.

If you were in the real world and were as careful as him, you would inevitably have to analyze it carefully.

But now he only has a swaying inner fire left, and his thoughts are like the mist of a lantern, turning accidentally and clearly.

In addition, this dream was mostly controlled by Yun Rong. Although there were all kinds of doubts in his heart, Bai Lian could not delve into the details.

In confusion, I can only accept all these unnatural differences and changes as a matter of course.

Yun Rong also didn't expect that Bailian, who was suffering from the dream of being killed, could respond too much to her in such a chaotic state of consciousness.
To be continued...