Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty-One Don't ask for the day and night, but ask to have it once.
Little dim starlight fell on Li Zijun's face, and the hair on his forehead was stained with water drops, and dripped down to his collarbone.
After being wetted, it stuck to her body, making her exquisite and graceful body look like a half-fruit, her jade arms were lightly bent, and her beauty was revealed.
Her bare hands gently tied her long hair that was soaked in water behind her head. The water soaked her skirt and outlined her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue with some embarrassment.
The clothes that have not been completely taken off fit perfectly on the delicate body, slightly revealing the flesh color. Normally wearing a looser skirt, there is nothing visible, but now the true face of Lushan can be seen.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with obvious surprise, then curled her lips and said playfully:
"As expected of a master and a disciple, even the lies are carved out of the same mold..."
"Forget it, you can call me sister if you want. Mistress, on the other hand, it sounds old-fashioned."
"..."
The jade legs buried under the water gently stirred the water surface and stirred up a few splashes.
Then Jade Arm gently propped up her body and stood up without any trace of hair. The water was almost up to her thighs, and half of her waist was exposed. She was slender and flat without any fat.
"Take off your clothes, you can't take a bath with your clothes on?"
Along the way, the underskirt he was wearing had been with Li Zijun for who knows how long, although there were no stains on it.
Li Zijun shyly took off his dress and placed it on the shore. Then he immediately sat down in the pool, hiding himself tightly.
Ji Nanjue didn't laugh at her and sat down next to her.
There is a bit of dullness in the air, and the period before the rain is always particularly anxious.
She gently picked up the water with her little hands, let the pool water sprinkle down, and suddenly said:
"You only met him a few times, and you were so sure of your feelings?"
"It's normal for people of this age to have aspirations in their hearts, but I don't think your words and deeds look like an impulsive person."
"I'm curious, can you tell me what's on your mind?"
After a pause, he felt that his question was indeed a bit tricky. Ji Nanjue added it again and said with a smile:
"Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't say it..."
As he spoke, those eyes were looking at her.
"Ideas?"
Li Zijun pursed his thin lips lightly and did not look at Ji Nanjue, but murmured softly.
Staring at the somewhat dark pool water, he pondered for a moment and said quietly:
"Does it take some thinking to like someone?"
"Not at a certain point in time, because a certain thing is enough to touch the throbbing deep in my heart, my heart will unknowingly carry someone."
"Maybe it's just a glance, just a certain move."
Ji Nanjue was stunned for a moment, hearing her voice a little sad. It was obviously a very gentle tone, but for some reason, she could hear a lot of annoyance in her tone.
Then he held her tightly in his arms and pressed her cheek:
"love at first sight?"
Maybe Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at this word before, but it was just a nonsense. The two people just looked at each other and confirmed their feelings. There is only one possibility, and they are coveting each other's beauty.
But now my heart has gradually recognized this word,
The life trajectories of himself and Su Bei always coincided with each other inadvertently. That time when they came back from the gate of hell, the emotions in their hearts after going through adversity together were naturally extremely deep.
Perhaps before that night, the shadow of that person had already been imprinted in my heart, but I had never admitted it in my heart that had been dusty for a long time.
"That's true."
Li Zijun smiled bitterly, it seemed that he had been misunderstood by her.
How can I describe my feelings for Su Bei as an understatement? It took nearly a hundred years of running-in to determine my feelings.
"Sister Nanji, Zijun is a little cold..."
He gently hugged his arms, blinked and looked at Ji Nanjue.
"Let's go back."
"Teacher...sister, please stay alone for a while."
Ji Nanjue smiled gently at her, and she felt a little complicated.
In the final analysis, I am a woman. Although I know that the day when my relationship with Su Bei will never be made public, I still feel repulsed by women who want to take away some tenderness from my side.
What's more, this woman is still his disciple... She is a bit rebellious both emotionally and rationally.
A somewhat strange idea emerged in Ji Nanjue's mind. His disciple, his master... and himself sandwiched in the middle?
What a complicated relationship... Three generations live under the same roof, right?
"It's all Su's fault."
There is no right or wrong in relationships. If it is wrong, the root cause of everything comes from that playboy. If he didn't show mercy at all, how could he cause so many emotional debts out of thin air?
——He was really happy...
Li Zijun stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Ji Nanjue's face a few times. Ji Nanjue recovered, scratched her crisp little nose, and said with a smile:
"You've worn that dress for too long. If you don't mind it, let's wear my sister's dress for now."
"..."
His hand pointed to the white gauze skirt on the shore.
Li Zijun blinked, and then smiled sweetly at Ji Nanjue.
Slowly, she put on her skirt and walked towards the Taoist temple.
Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun leave and sighed softly:
"If only I were really a man..."
...
The light from the pile of firewood in the Taoist temple was dim.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the sword case, feeling the brand new energy flowing through his body, and murmured to himself:
"The sword needs to be maintained."
The Qingping Sword is already handy for me, but I am still far behind in controlling this Sibie Li.
All the laws in the world are inseparable from their origin. Since ancient times, what countless monks have been seeking is the great immortality that allows them to live forever.
Only those monks who have achieved a small level of immortality are truly worthy of the word "immortal" and have initially "attained the Tao". For sword cultivators, the sword nourishes the person and the person nourishes the sword. Although it is not as exaggerated as the fusion of man and sword, but
If you want to reach the end of your life as a monk, you must at least develop a sword soul.
A sword soul that belongs to you.
Su Bei slowly closed his eyes, his entire dantian sea of consciousness was completely opened, his soul escaped, and merged with the surrounding world, and he saw himself sitting cross-legged.
The soul wraps around the separation, and then returns to itself.
Touching the sword again, you can feel a little more intimate than before.
Seeing this scene, Su Bei nodded with satisfaction, then picked up the long sword, inserted a piece of pork, and roasted it on the fire:
"The sword is well maintained."
Sibieli: "..."
The bright flowers and the dim moon cover the mist.
The sound of footsteps came softly from behind Su Bei, and the familiar wisp of white gauze could be vaguely seen in the extinguishing light of the fire.
There is no moon in the sky, and everything around is a little dim.
The corners of Su Bei's mouth curved. Without looking, he held the woman in his arms and said with a smile:
"Why did Ji Baoer come back alone?"
"Tell me! Where did you leave Zijun?"
"..."
As I spoke... it had gradually begun to climb towards (.).
Pressing on her, (.) her auricles... rose and fell with the curves of her body.
Li Zijun's eyes widened, his mind went blank, and he allowed Su Bei to pull him over.
Feeling his big hands skillfully touching her body, I couldn't think for a moment.
I had just taken a bath, and my body was still scented with fragrance. A charming atmosphere lingered in the Taoist temple.
Her face gradually turned rosy, but she didn't know whether it was because of her embarrassing actions or because of the wrist held by his big hand.
Su Bei frowned and gradually began to realize that something was wrong.
Obviously, this part of Ji Baoer should be more... and it doesn't feel so green. It seems that she can still feel the woman under her trembling.
"Teacher...Master."
Li Zijun finally recovered from the shock, pushed Su Bei in a panic with his little hands, and said nervously:
"I'm not Sister Nanji...I'm Zijun..."
"..."
There was some grievance in her words. She turned her head sideways and bit her lip.
Su Bei was stunned for a moment, leaning down and staring blankly at the woman in front of him.
What did you do that was worse than a beast?
The atmosphere was a little awkward. Su Bei wanted to touch her little head to comfort her, but he was afraid that this action would make her misunderstand. His big hand just froze in mid-air and he swallowed:
"Disciple, my master didn't know it was you..."
"You are wearing your mistress's clothes, and the fire is dim..."
Li Zijun lowered his head and responded vaguely, unable to clearly see the expression on his face.
"Master...can you go down first?"
"..."
Su Bei smiled awkwardly at her, then stood up gently, touched his nose, thought for a while and said:
"I really don't know..."
After saying that, he grabbed her snow wrist and tried to pull her up.
The light of the fire was extinguished and fell on the faces of the two people who were each having their own thoughts.
For some reason, when Su Bei looked at Li Zijun's crystal-clear face, an impulse arose in his heart, and his heart began to beat faster.
Compared with Nan Ji, the range of her movements just now was quite large, and the feeling that Li Zijun gave her on her breasts was obviously far different.
But that gentle yet distant feeling gave Su Bei a strange feeling.
As if he had forgotten his previous embarrassment, Su Bei still raised his hand, stretched out two fingers and tentatively slid them towards Li Zijun's face.
After a pause, he finally touched that jade-smooth cheek.
Li Zijun's delicate body trembled slightly, her eyes were like stars, and she struggled to open a few gaps. This time, she did not react violently. She closed her eyes and let Su Bei use two fingers on her beautiful face.
Caressing gently.
As gentle as jade.
Suddenly, Su Bei saw pearl-like tears falling from the corners of Li Zijun's eyes and sliding down his snow-white cheeks.
The flickering firelight reflected two tears.
Su Bei's hand stopped, then gently slid to Li Zijun's pink chin, held it and turned it around, staring at her beautiful face.
He gently wiped away her tears with two fingers and said softly:
"sorry."
"As a teacher..."
Li Zijun's eyes looked at Su Bei, his beautiful eyes filled with tears.
She didn't know why she was crying.
Is it because of his offense?
Or is it because there is no end in sight between the two?
When he saw the momentary lack of concentration in his eyes, Li Zijun didn't know what kind of expression he should make.
Is it helpless?
"Flowers in the mirror, moon in the water."
Li Zijun raised his head slightly, then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, hiding the last tear in his eyes:
"Disciple does not blame Master."
"The skirt was given to me by Sister Nan Ji. That's why Master recognized the wrong person."
"..."
Su Bei smiled coquettishly at her and suppressed the terrible thoughts that had arisen in him just now.
Why are all the apprentices you have taken so strange?
Each of them seems to have passed through a long period of time, and it always feels like there is an indescribable emotion in them.
Just then, the door opened.
Ji Nanjue, who had put on another piece of clothing, walked in and looked at everything in front of her with a strange expression.
He sat down next to Su Bei with his bare feet, and wiped the wet drops beside Su Bei.
A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. According to the past, he would definitely rush towards me. Why is he so calm today?
What happened to the two of them during his absence?
The atmosphere is so weird.
"Husband, what's wrong? Are you absent-minded?"
Su Bei smiled at her, and then hugged Ji Nanjue's body.
It seemed that Ji Nanjue felt a complicated emotion in Su Bei's arms. She raised her head and kissed the corner of Su Bei's mouth.
She had thought a lot just now. She knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, and the ruthless world would always make the road for the two of them extremely difficult. But being able to enjoy a moment of tranquility at this time made her feel very happy.
Somewhat satisfied.
My mentality gradually changed a little bit.
——Don’t ask for morning and evening, but ask for what you once had.
"nothing."
"It's late at night, it's time to sleep..."
Su Bei touched her hair.
Ji Nanjue stood up and took the absent-minded Li Zijun's little hand, looked at her clothes carefully, and nodded:
"This dress looks quite suitable for Zijun..."
Li Zijun's face turned red.
Then Ji Nanjue glanced at Su Bei and said coldly:
"To punish you, you go to sleep outside tonight, and I will sleep with Zijun in my arms."
"Okay, Zijun?"
She blinked at Li Zijun.
Li Zijun was startled for a moment, raised his head and glanced at Su Bei, then at Ji Nanjue beside him, and said with some regret:
"This is not good...it's going to rain outside."
Su Bei naturally knew that this was Nan Ji trying to find a way for her. She should have noticed her embarrassment just now.
I couldn't help but feel warm in my heart, and looked at Ji Nanjue:
"I'll just go outside..."
At this moment, the sound of faint footsteps suddenly came from not far away.
The sudden sound made several people frown for a moment. Su Bei said with some confusion:
"It's so late at night, can there be any pedestrians?"