The dilapidated temple had a horizontal board on the door, on which the word "Red Lotus" was written.
Ning Que did not expect that such a remote mountain temple would have an official name. When he helped Sangsang into the temple and saw the blood-red autumn maple trees in the courtyard, he understood the reason.
The rain was dripping, and the temple was filled with a slight dampness. Ning Que found the monks in the temple and took out the banknotes, saying that he would stay here for the night, and that his wife preferred peace and quiet, so she did not want to listen to other sounds.
The two monks did not understand at first, and they were not willing to leave the temple in the rain. But when they saw the amount on the banknotes, they suddenly became understanding. The Red Lotus Temple was very shabby, and there was nothing valuable. Even the statues of Arhats in the main hall were made of mud. They were not as important as the banknotes, so there was no need to care about them.
The two monks boiled a pot of water and left some daily necessities for Ning Que. They told Ning Que that there were a few acres of monk fields at the foot of the mountain, and where they would live. Then they left the temple under a broken umbrella.
It was still early, but Ning Que was a little hungry since he did not have anything to eat on the journey. He went to the back kitchen of the temple and tasted a few plates of vegetarian dishes prepared by the monks. He felt that they tasted ordinary, so he took out a big bag of dried meat from his luggage, and pinched two handfuls of ginseng roots, throwing them into the pot to make a big pot of meat soup.
When the soup cooled down, he carefully fed a small bowl to Sangsang and soaked his rice with the meat soup. Then he fished out the ginseng fragrant pieces from the pot and threw them outside the threshold.
The Big Black Horse smelled the ginseng fragrance and came over curiously. He lowered his head and sniffed the meat, but found that it was not fresh meat, and it was made of ginseng roots instead of whole ginseng. So he walked away disappointedly and went to the maple tree to hide from the rain.
Ning Que was a little annoyed and scolded, "The ginseng and gnomes that Eleventh Brother gave us are almost all gone. If you are still as picky as an old bull, be careful that you will starve on the road."
The Big Black Horse ignored him and raised his head to smell the fragrance of the maple tree. He thought proudly that even though he was a fool, he was also a fool of the Academy. Even if he did not want to eat the food of the world, he still wanted to pursue the state of eating wind and drinking dew.
Sangsang's illness was a little serious, and the cold aura in her body was very annoying. However, it was not as terrible as the time in Chang 'an even though she had an attack. Maybe it was because of her successful cultivation of Divine Skill, or because she had been soaking in liquor for days. She just looked sick and listless, and she felt tired easily.
Ning Que scooped up another piece of meat, poked it with chopsticks, and then mixed it into the rice. Sangsang took the bowl and ate it with great effort. After drinking half of the liquor today, she suddenly looked much more energetic.
"Bear with it. We will reach the Lanke Temple in about four days."
In order to make a fire at night to keep warm, Ning Que carried two large pieces of firewood and sat on the threshold. He lowered his head and chopped. He thought that although the black horse carriage was comfortable, it would inevitably be a little bumpy. If they met a good inn on the road, he should let Sangsang rest more.
Sangsang lay on the monk bed with the quilt covering her lower body. She looked at Ning Que who was busy and suddenly thought of the days many years ago. At that time, it was not her who cooked and chopped firewood at home, but him.
Feeling her gaze, Ning Que looked back into the room. He looked at the tired expression on her slightly tanned face and said seriously, "I don't know why the Headmaster can't cure your illness, but I believe what he said. The elders in the Lanke Temple can definitely cure you, so don't worry."
Sangsang softly nodded.
After a moment of silence, Ning Que said with a serious expression, "If anything happens in the Lanke Temple, don't pay attention to it, especially the Divine Skill. You can't use it anymore. You just need to take care of your body."
Sangsang lowered her head in silence and did not respond softly for a long time.
Ning Que knew that this request did not mean anything to her. If he really encountered any danger, she would not care about her body. He could not help but shake his head speechlessly.
Just like in the past 16 years, he could never win against his little handmaiden, no matter in any aspect.
After resting for a while, Sangsang felt a little better. She looked at the beautiful maple trees in the temple courtyard through the door, and her eyes revealed a happy expression.
Since she was sick, Ning Que had been paying attention to the slightest change in her expression. He looked at her eyes and felt slightly relieved. He helped her up from the bed and walked to the porch to look at the trees through the rain.
The Red Lotus Temple was really dilapidated. Several temple walls had collapsed, and even the stone steps at the main door had not been leveled for many years. Ning Que really stopped the horse carriage in the courtyard.
At this time, the autumn rain was bleak and the red maple trees were like fire. The black horse carriage stopped under the maple trees. Ning Que naturally thought of a poem and recited, "Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the maple leaves are red …"
He was born early and came early. Many of his memories had long been blurred or even disappeared. There were only some very basic things that were hard to forget. He could not remember much of the poem, but he could not forget the content of the text. However, at this time, he and everyone in the world did not know that he had remembered the frost leaves as maple leaves.
He did not finish the poem.
Because he felt that Sangsang's thin arm, which he was supporting, had become a little stiff. He looked at her worriedly, but did not see her frowning in pain. Instead, he saw a shy and slightly red face.
Sangsang lowered her head and murmured in a very soft voice, "We are not married yet."
Ning Que knew that the little girl had misunderstood the two words in the poem. He could not help but smile bitterly. Then he remembered that many years ago, there seemed to be a little boy in the classroom who used the two words in the poem to flirt with other little girls. He could not help but be slightly startled and felt as if it had been a lifetime ago. However, he did not understand that it was really a lifetime ago.
After a moment, he woke up from this rare emotion. He reached out his hand and touched Sangsang's face, saying, "What's the difference whether we are married or not? You and I can't be separated in this life."
Sangsang raised her head and softly said, "I am worried that there is a difference."
Ning Que was slightly surprised and asked, "What difference can there be?"
Sangsang whispered, "They all say … if we are really together, we will not like each other, at least not as much as before."
Ning Que said with slight annoyance, "Where did this come from? It's all because of that girl Xiaocao. She has nothing better to do than to instill these messy worldviews in you."
Sangsang looked at him and stubbornly asked, "But, will we not like each other?"
Ning Que's answer was very natural and without thinking, "Of course not."
Sangsang said, "But Xiaocao said … there are many girls in Chang 'an who are spoiled by their husbands before marriage. But after they are married, they will feel bored after two or three years."
Ning Que looked at her and said with a smile, "You have to understand. You have been married to the Ning family since you were born. It has been 16 years since then. Have I ever felt bored? Have you ever felt bored? Since you have not felt bored for so many years, then naturally, you will not feel bored in this life. Even if you do feel bored, you will only feel bored when you are together. "
Sangsang blushed slightly and said, "Ning Que, your words are getting better and better."
Ning Que asked with a smile, "Why don't you call me young master?"
Sangsang said, "You can't be young master when we are talking about love."
Ning Que said, "That makes sense."
Sangsang suddenly said, "But you still like other women."
Ning Que's body shook and he said, "Where?"
"Your Highness?"
"That is the budding of a young man's feelings. He has no sense of direction. If you look deeper, you can probably see the fantasies that all the poor boys in the world have for princesses."
"Sister Dewdrop?"
"She is the teacher's dish. Don't be so disrespectful."
"But you said that you really want to touch and rub her."
"This is a matter of touch and desire."
"… Are you saying that my touch is not good?"
"Another one, another one."
"Where is the Calligraphy Addict?"
"Ah, the wind is a little strong. Let's go back to the room first."
The Big Black Horse, who was originally taking shelter from the rain and practicing self-cultivation under the maple tree, woke up when Ning Que and Sangsang began to talk about certain topics. He pricked up his ears and stared at them with his eyes wide open, for fear of missing a word or missing Ning Que's embarrassment.
Seeing that Ning Que was about to help Sangsang into the room, the Big Black Horse felt bored and scolded Ning Que in his heart for being shameless. Suddenly, he faintly smelled a very faint smell in the autumn rain. He could not help but raise his head in confusion.
Sangsang looked at the temple gate in the rain and said, "Someone is coming."
Ning Que stood still for a moment and suddenly said, "Get on the carriage."
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The important luggage was all in the carriage, so there was no need for a coachman. Soon, they were ready to leave.
The Big Black Horse's mane was wet in the autumn rain, but it was not loose and stuck. It was like a sword stabbing everywhere.
It was very irritable at this time.
Because it confirmed that the faint smell in the rain was the smell of blood.
It had never smelled such a strong and extremely cold smell of blood, not even on the battlefield.
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In the autumn rain came the hurried sound of horse hooves. It should still be under the mountain. It was very far away and could not be heard, but Ning Que, Sangsang and the Big Black Horse could hear it very clearly.
The black horse carriage drove out of the Red Lotus Temple.
Ning Que lifted the curtain and looked down the mountain.
There were no trees in the green mountain, only long wild grass. It was late autumn, and the grass was frosty yellow. It was blown down by the rain and the autumn wind. The originally excellent view became clearer.
The autumn rain was not dense, but it could not block people's sight.
They saw more than ten black riders moving along the three mountain roads at a high speed.
The people on the black horses wore black Taoist robes. Their bodies were dark, as if the night had come to this world earlier than the day. It was full of chilling and gloomy atmosphere.
These black riders were as fast as lightning.
The horses' hooves broke the mud on the road, and the Taoist robes broke the fine rain.
Ning Que looked through the window and remained silent, confirming that it was too late to leave.
The Big Black Horse neighed restlessly and kicked the accumulated rain on the ground impatiently, as if it wanted to rush and kill.
Sangsang lowered her head and coughed gently. The black iron bow had already taken shape in her small hand.
Ning Que suddenly asked, "What level?"
Sangsang raised her head, holding the big black umbrella in her right hand. She looked at the black riders through the window and frowned slightly, as if she could not believe her own perception. She said, "All of them are in the Seethrough State …"
Then she added, "Five of them are in the upper Seethrough State, and one of them has reached the peak."
Ning Que's face darkened slightly, but his eyes were still calm, just a little puzzled.
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(This is the second chapter. The next chapter may be a little later. I will try to finish it before 1: 30.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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