Chapter 285 We two sisters, can't you keep your heart?
The sun slanted through, and there was silence all around, except for that ray of silver that appeared and disappeared.
The fragrance of mustard floats slowly, quietly helping the gods.
When passing Xiao Ruoqing, Mo Li paused slightly, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, but did not look directly at her:
"Do you have to carry it?"
"Brain problem?"
Xiao Ruoqing did not answer Mo Li's words. She turned her back to her, stretched out her hand to gently adjust Sword Niang's clothes, and said with a serious face:
"If anything unhappy happens in the future, don't suffer it alone."
"Although Uncle Ninth Master looks cold, he will definitely take care of you."
"Do you understand?"
The sword girl bit her lip, nodded, lowered her head and looked at her toes.
Xiao Ruoqing sighed and hugged her:
"Don't be afraid of causing trouble to others. If Master were here, he would definitely not tolerate their behavior."
"..."
Then, as if he didn't see Mo Li, he let go of her little hand and walked towards the solitary room.
Mo Li looked at everything in front of him calmly, watched Xiao Ruoqing leave, and walked to Jian Niang's side. Looking at her lowered head, he said calmly:
"Third Junior Sister."
The voice sounded a little harsh, and the sword girl's expression was about to cry, but she still raised her head and looked at her, panicked like a frightened bird.
Mo Li looked at her intently, then reached out and touched the long sword at her waist.
Sonorous——
The long sword has been unsheathed.
The sword girl's heart suddenly rose and she took a step back.
Mo Li stretched out his finger and flicked the blade of the sword gently, looking at the slightly trembling sword body, then he looked at her sternly and said:
"Integrity is earned by oneself."
"This--"
As she spoke, she inserted the long sword into her scabbard again, turned around and said calmly:
"It's your backbone."
The cool breeze could not lift the corners of her skirt, and the sunlight reflected the green peaks and snow everywhere.
The voice gently echoed in Sword Girl’s ears:
"I hope you can get your dignity back by yourself next time..."
"..."
The sword girl bit her lower lip, tightly clutching the sword in her hand, her face flushed red.
Looking at the two senior sisters who had disappeared, something seemed to be in my heart.
Perhaps, that is a kind of belonging.
Xiao Ruoqing followed the disciples from the Law Enforcement Hall to the door of the solitary room. Under the confused eyes of the disciples from the Law Enforcement Hall, she stood quietly without entering.
After a while, footsteps came from behind. It seemed that the person he was waiting for had finally arrived?
But she did not look back or look at the person who made the footsteps. The two looked at each other in silence.
Mo Li caught up with Xiao Ruoqing and stopped behind her. After a while, he slowly turned his head and said softly:
"Thank you, senior sister."
Just when a gust of wind came, the black cloak and flowing silver hair were lifted up and trembled slightly.
After saying that, he turned around and left without stopping at all.
With a half-smile on her lips, Xiao Ruoqing pushed the door open and entered.
...
The sun sets in the west.
Shan Wulan sat quietly in the room, the sun kissed her cheeks, brushing the purple and peach blossom tube top skirt, stretched out her jade hands and gently pulled the tube top silk scarf hanging on her legs, lowered her head
, two strands of white hair are curved and dangled, hanging on her shoulders.
There was no emotion on his face, but in his eyes, deep in his eyes, there was something that he couldn't bear to touch, like fog covering a clear lake:
"Sister, did I do something wrong?"
"Can't I be his woman? Am I always so selfish?"
"Not even his disciples have been protected."
"..."
Shan Wuque blinked his eyes, his dull hair fluttering gently, then walked forward, gently hugged her shoulders, kissed her forehead, and shaved her little nose:
"My sister is not wrong!"
"How could you be selfish? My mother once said that there is no way to tell right from wrong when it comes to feelings..."
"You've done a great job!"
Shan Wulan was startled for a moment, then lay in Shan Wique's arms and closed his eyes.
The wish I made when I was a child was to always protect my sister, but in the end, I was protected by her again and again.
My sister is not really innocent, she becomes innocent for her own sake.
When I was sewing clothes for him, how many times when I looked up, I could see her staring at the candlelight silently. Maybe compared to myself, the person sewing clothes for him should be my sister.
.
So, she reached out her hand and stroked Dan Wuque's cocked hair.
Shan Wuque's eyes widened in an instant, and then he moved towards him like a kitten, gently enjoying his touch.
"Sister, Tie Tie."
Shan Wulan smiled, biting her lower lip gently, and then leaned her face closer to Shan Wique's disbelieving gaze.
There is no previous coldness, no past disgust, and no past reserve.
At this moment, the two of them seemed to have returned hundreds of years ago.
That night, it was raining heavily outside, my mother and father were not there, and there were only two people left in the house.
There was thunder roaring outside the window, and she opened her mouth gently, just like she did when she was a child:
"Sister, Wulan likes you the most..."
"You also like senior brother, right?"
Shan Wukue stopped rubbing her and was stunned for a moment, hesitating not knowing how to answer.
Shan Wulan stood up, as if he had made a decision, and looked at her seriously.
...
A long time passed, until the half-moon shone obliquely and the stars were dazzling.
Shan Wulan rested his hands on the board of the boat, raised his head and looked up at the stars and moon in the sky.
The gentle night wind in April blew softly on her face, gently blowing the peach blossom on her purple shirt, and the bright stars were reflected in her eyes.
Dan Wuque walked behind her step by step, put his purple shirt gently in front of his knees, and sat silently aside. Then, following Shan Wulan's example, he stretched out his straight and slender legs, holding a hand in his hand.
Yes, it's a white shirt.
A blooming peach blossom is embroidered on it.
The stupid hair on Shan Wukue's head was spinning rapidly, he pursed his upper lip and said hesitantly:
"Sister, you have made this dress for a long time."
"Why do you want me to give it to senior brother... This is what you did. Did my sister do it..."
Shan Wulan blinked at her, then turned around and said:
"Because of this, he will be moved."
Shan Wuque still felt something was wrong, so he grabbed Shan Wulan's little hand and pointed at the few scars left on it:
"Your fingers have been pricked many times. You must give this dress to him in person."
Because I often accompany her, I naturally know that this already beautiful dress has been embroidered bit by bit after being dismantled and run in many times and consulted by many female celebrities.
"Don't you like senior brother?"
"like......"
"Then take it and give it to him."
"But......."
"No but, if you give it away, you will be his woman."
"That's not good......"
"Why is it bad? What's wrong with us sisters never being separated?"
"oh......"
Shan Wulan withdrew his gaze, his eyes changed gently, and the stars in the sky gradually changed into his appearance, but he murmured secretly in his heart:
"Wu Lan is useless alone, but we two sisters can't keep your heart?"
"Senior brother?"
As if thinking of something, Yin Ya bit her lower lip gently:
"Damn Nan Ji."
"Damn female apprentices..."
Shan Wique blinked his eyes, turned around, and looked at her doubtfully:
"Sister, what did you say?"
"It's nothing, just look at the stars and think about what to say when you give the clothes to him."
"oh."
...
The morning sun slowly floats in the east sky.
Su Bei rubbed his eyes gently, his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and the sunlight soon hit his face.
He stretched out his hand and touched the person next to him, but he had long since disappeared. Inside the Taoist temple, only a pile of burned ashes remained.
Su Bei stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, let out a long yawn, and stared blankly at the raindrops dripping from the eaves.
I didn't get a good rest last night.
Naturally, it wasn't because of overwork. Mr. Su thought that he didn't have any rebellious thoughts, nor did he have a strange hobby of performing in front of his apprentices.
But the two women around him were both charming, especially Ji Baoer, who lay in her arms without any cover-up, and even stuffed her jade feet into her belly. The reason was that she was afraid of the cold and wanted to hold them to keep warm.
.
Surrounded by strange fragrances and various intimate gestures, you can only watch but not eat...
What sane man can endure this?
And Ji Baoer seemed to know that she was holding back and felt uncomfortable, and seemed to want to vent out all the dissatisfaction he had felt on her these days. His movements became more and more wanton, and they were no longer limited to teasing...
Su Bei let out a long sigh, almost crying but without tears.
I think these days, with Li Zijun as a light bulb, my hard days have gradually begun.
At this moment, brisk footsteps came from outside the Taoist temple. Su Bei raised his eyes and looked out the door, and saw Li Zijun smiling softly, holding a basin of water in his hand, walking in his direction.
Came over.
Seeing that Su Bei had opened his eyes, he smiled gently and said softly:
"Master, wash your face."
The sun shone warmly on her forehead, reflecting the strands of water droplets on her hair, and there were patches of water on her clothes.
Looking at the scene in front of him, an interesting public service announcement suddenly appeared in Su Bei's mind.
A little boy staggered toward him carrying a basin of water, squatted in front of him, and spoke in a slow whisper:
"Mom, wash your feet..."
Su Bei stretched out, smiled gently at her, and reached out his hand to touch her head.
After taking on so many apprentices, I finally found one who matched my apprentice's behavior.
Looking at the first two, they look like their ancestors. The third one is better, but as a timid and weak person, he seems to be coaxing children and cannot bear to control them.
"Master, squat down and Zijun will help you wash your face..."
Su Beitian squatted down shamelessly, happily preparing to enjoy the treatment he deserved as a master.
A voice that sounded like a smile but not a smile came from outside the door:
"Ha, as expected of Su's consort, what a sight."
"I'm afraid you are the only one in the world who dares to let the Confucian eldest lady serve you."
"..."
Su Bei had a dark look on his face.
Nan Ji seemed to be having trouble getting over Su's consort's words. She had repeated them no less than ten times.
But thinking about it, I was not used to being served by others, so I stretched out my hand to take the basin of water from Li Zijun's hand and wash myself.
As a result, Li Zijun didn't react. When he saw Su Bei's big hand reaching towards his arms, his body trembled instinctively.
boom--
The basin flew out of her hand, just as Ji Nanjue walked towards the Taoist temple with a bowl of hot porridge in her hand.
Crash--
A basin of water fell right on Ji Nanjue's body, causing her clothes to get completely wet.
This is a feast for the eyes in Subei. It is summer now and the weather is relatively hot. The smoked white gauze on Ji Nanjue's body is relatively thin. After getting wet, it all sticks to her body. You can vaguely see her exquisite body like half*.
The three of them stared back and forth several times.
Su Bei coughed and broke the embarrassment:
"Well, Ji Baoer's dress is quite nice... My husband likes it very much."
"Zijun, you are really bad. If you have a problem with your master, you can't just throw water on her. This is so bad. I don't need you to apologize for being a generous master..."
Li Zijun blinked with wide eyes, he had never noticed that his master acted in such a shameless manner.
Ji Nanjue sneered and said nothing. She just took off her wet clothes one by one in front of Su Bei, gradually revealing her perfect body.
Looking at Su Bei's appearance, I felt a little happy secretly?
She was still attractive to him after all, even if she was ridden countless times.
"Um...Ji Bao'er, although I am your husband, I still have Zijun here."
"You still have to be careful about your image."
Su Bei clenched his fist, put it to his mouth and coughed lightly, turned around and said quietly:
"What a wonderful morning."
"The disciple knows the heart of being a teacher, so that's why he was so generous on purpose, right?"
"Although the sunshine only shines for that moment, the moment of youth is enough to make the weeds grow wildly..."
"..."
As soon as Su Bei finished speaking, Li Zijun's face turned red with embarrassment.
He covered his face and ran out of the Taoist temple.
My heart was beating loudly and I made a sound.
Ji Nanjue had already changed her clothes and glared at Su Bei.
Su Bei walked out of the Taoist temple, swept the dust on the ground again, turned around and looked at the statue, smiled and said:
"I'm sorry to bother the landowner to take him in."
"In the future, incense will be served."
"..."
After saying that, he glanced at the Taoist temple and gently closed the door.
He took Ji Nanjue's little hand with one hand and Li Zijun with the other. He put the sword box on his back and walked towards the path.
As we walked along the way, our field of vision became wider and wider, and then our eyes suddenly seemed to open up.
Su Bei breathed a sigh of relief and smiled:
"It seems that we are out of the mountain..."
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ps: I watched an episode while eating today, and it refreshed my outlook on life. I was so nauseous that I called that ye.q.sickness...vomiting blood.