Nightfall

> .. The ruined temple has a horizontal plaque hanging on the door with the word Red Lotus on it. --------- m ----

Ning Que did not expect that such a remote small mountain temple actually had an official name. Only when he helped Sang Sang into the temple and saw the few red and **** autumn maples in the courtyard did he understand the truth.

The rain was dripping, the dampness of the cold spread in the temple, Ning Que was looking for the monks in the temple, and took out the silver ticket, indicating that he would spend the night here, and that his wife was quiet and quiet, not willing to listen to other movements.

The two monks were at a loss at first, and were not willing to take the rain out of the temple, but when they saw the amount on the silver ticket, they immediately understood the situation-Honglian Temple was very broken, and there was nothing valuable. Even if the statues of the Luohan in the main hall are painted with mud tires, they are not as important as the silver ticket.

The two monks boiled the pot to boil water, and left some things necessary for life. They told Ning Que that there were a few acres of monk fields under the mountain, where they would live, and squeezed under a broken umbrella to leave the temple.

It was too early at this time, but I did n’t have any serious food on the trip. Ningque was a little hungry. After going to the temple, the chef tasted several plates of vegetarian dishes prepared by the monks. Wrapped the dried meat, pinched two more ginseng whiskers, threw them into the pot and boiled a large pot of broth.

After the soup was cold, he carefully fed Sang Sang to drink a small bowl, soaked the rice with the broth, and then took out the scented meat pieces from the pot and threw them outside the threshold.

The big dark horse smelled ginseng, leaned over curiously, sniffed down on the meat piece, and found that it was not fresh meat, and that the ginseng was not the whole ginseng, so he walked away in disappointment and went to the maple It's daze to avoid rain.

Ning Que scolded angrily: "The ginseng goblins given by Brother Eleven are almost eaten up. If you are such a fool, you will learn to eat like old cows, beware of starvation on the road."

The **** horse ignored him and raised his head to sniff the fragrance on the maple tree, thinking proudly. Although he is a commodity, he is also a commodity of the academy, not to mention that he does not eat the fireworks on earth, but also pursues the realm of eating and drinking.

Sang Sang's illness is a bit serious, and the cold air in his body is very annoying, but I don't know if it is the result of the spiritual practice, or the reason that the spirits are soaking, even if it is sick. Not as terrible as the one in Chang'an City. It's just that the sickness looked at nothing, and it was very easy to feel tired.

Ning Que took another piece of meat and poked it finely with a chopstick. Then mixed into the meal, Sang Sang took the bowl to eat hard, and waited for the amount of half a bag of spirits to drink today. The spirit suddenly seemed much better.

"No matter how patient, you will be able to reach Lanke Temple in about four days."

Preparing for a fire at night to warm up, Ning lacked two big firewoods, sitting on the threshold, and lowered her head to split, thinking that although the black carriage was comfortable, it would still inevitably be a bit bumpy after all. Should still let San Sando lie down for a while.

Sang Sang was lying on the monk's bed, her quilt covered her lower body. She looked at the busy Ning Que and suddenly thought of the days many years ago. At that time, it was not her, but him who was cooking at home.

Feeling her gaze, Ning Que looked back indoors. Looking at the tired look on her tiny black face, she said seriously: "I don't know why the Master can't cure your illness, but I believe that his elders said that the elders in the Lanke Temple must be able, so don't worry. "

Sang Sang yelled softly.

Ning Que was silent for a moment. The expression dignified and said: "If something happens in the Lanke Temple, you should ignore it. Especially the divine art, which can no longer be used, you just have to take care of your health."

Sang Sang bowed his head in silence, and after a long time, he did not give a soft yell.

Ning Que knew that this requirement didn't make any sense to her. If she really encountered any danger, she would take care of her body where she could not help shaking her head.

As in the past sixteen years, he can never defeat his little maid, no matter what.

After a short rest, Sang Sang's spirit was a little better. Looking at the beautiful maple trees in the temple courtyard through the door, his eyes showed a happy expression.

Since she became ill, Ning Que has been paying attention to the slightest change in her expression, looking at her eyes and feeling slightly relaxed, lifting her from the bed and walking to the tree under the rain to see the tree.

The Red Lotus Temple is really broken, and several of the temple walls have collapsed. The stone steps at the main entrance are unknown, and Ning Quezhen stopped the carriage in the courtyard.

At this time, autumn rain was bleak, the red maple was like fire, and the black carriage was parked under the maple tree. Ning Que naturally thought of a poem and read, "Stop park and love the maple forest at night, the maple leaves are red ..."

He was born early, came early, many memories have been blurred or even disappeared, only some very basic things are difficult to forget, poetry can not remember anything, but the content of the text can not be forgotten, but at this time he includes this world Everyone on the scene didn't know that he remembered Frost Leaf as Maple Leaf.

This poem is not finished.

Because he felt that Sang Sang's thin arms he was holding had become a little stiff, and looked around with anxiety, instead of seeing her uncomfortable frowning, he saw a small, blushing red face.

Sang Sang lowered his head and muttered in a very subtle voice: "We are not yet married."

Ning Que knew that the little girl had misunderstood the two words in the poem and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Then she thought that many years ago, in the classroom, there seemed to be a little boy who used the word love in the poem to pick up other little girls. He couldn't help but stunned, and he felt a sense of being out of the world, but he never wanted to understand that this is really the same.

A moment later, he woke up from this rare emotion, reached out and touched Sang Sang's face, and said, "There is no difference between being married or not. You and I can't be separated in this life."

Sang Sang raised his head and said softly, "I'm worried about the difference."

Ning Que was slightly different and asked, "What difference can it make?"

Sang Sang whispered: "Everyone said ... If they are together, they won't like it, at least they won't like it as before."

Ning Que said annoyedly: "Everywhere I say, it's not Xiao Cao's girl. I'll teach you these messy world views of Sangu and Liupo when you're idle."

Sang Sang looked at him and asked stubbornly, "But will you not like it?"

Ning Que's answer is natural, without thinking: "Of course not."

Sang Sang said: "But Xiao Cao said ... Many girls' houses in Chang'an City were spoiled by her men before marriage, but when they really entered the door, they would get tired after two or three years."

Ning Que looked at her and said with a smile: "You have to understand that you entered my door of Ning's house as soon as you were born. It has been sixteen years now. I have been tired. Have you ever been tired? I have n’t been bored for so many years, so naturally I ca n’t be bored in my life. Even if I ’m bored, I ’m bored together. ”

Sang Sang Xiaohong blushed and said, "Ning Que, you are now talking more and more nicely."

Ning Que smiled and asked: "Why not call him Master?"

Sang Sang said: "When you tell love, you can't be the young master."

Ning Que said: "It makes sense."

Sang Sang suddenly said: "But you still like other women."

Ning Que was shocked and said, "Where is there?"

"Your Highness?"

"That's a teenager's emotions. There is no sense of direction. If you look deeper, you can probably see the fantasy of all the poor children in the world about the princess.

"Sister Zhuzhuer?"

"This is a master's dish, so don't be so disrespectful."

"But you said you wanted to touch her and rub her."

"This is a feel problem. The problem."

"... You mean I don't feel well?"

"Change one, change one."

"What about bookworms?"

"Ah, it's a bit windy. Let's go back to the room first."

The **** horse that had been sheltering under the maple trees and training himself was sober when Ning Que and Sang Sang started to talk about certain topics. A dialogue, or miss the embarrassment of Ning Que.

Seeing Ning Que prepare to help Sang Sang into the room, the big dark horse was very bored, and scolded Ning Que shamelessly in his heart. Suddenly. It smelled a faint smell faintly, came in the autumn rain, and raised his head in doubt.

Sang Sang looked at the temple door in the rain and said, "Someone is here."

Ning Quejing stood for a moment and suddenly said, "Get in the car."

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The important suitcases are all in the car, no driver is needed, and soon I am ready to leave.

The **** horse's mane was wet with autumn rain. But there is no loose bond, sticking around like a sword.

It's moody at this time.

Because it confirmed that the extremely light smell previously smelled in the rain was bloody.

It has never smelled such a strong yet extremely cold **** smell, even on the battlefield.

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The rapid sound of horseshoes in the autumn rain should still be under the hills, very far apart. It stands to reason that there is no way to hear it, but Ning Que Sang Sang and the Big Black Horse can hear it very clearly.

The black carriage drove out of the Red Lotus Temple.

Ning Que raised the curtains. Looking down the mountain.

There are no trees in the blue mountains and hills, only wild long grass, when it is thick autumn, the grass color is frost yellow, and the rain and autumn winds have fallen down, and the original excellent vision has become more clear.

Qiu Yu is sad but not dense, and can't block people's sight.

I saw more than ten black rides, which are moving along three mountain roads at high speed.

The people on the dark horses wore black robes, and the whole body was dark, as if the night came to this world early in the day, and it was full of sullen taste.

These black rides are lightning fast.

The horseshoe broke the mud on the road, and the robe smashed the thin rain.

Rather than looking through the window ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Silently, confirming that it is too late.

The **** horse hissed uncomfortably, kicking the rain water on the ground irritably, and seemed to want to rush to kill it immediately.

Sang Sang bowed his head and coughed lightly, and the dark iron bow had formed in her small hands.

Ning Que suddenly asked, "What level?"

Sang Sang raised his head, holding a **** umbrella in his right hand, looking at the black riders through the window, frowning slightly, and seemed to be unable to believe his perception.

Then she added: "One of the five caves is on the top."

Ning Que's face was dull, her eyes still calm, but she was puzzled.

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(This is the second chapter, the next chapter may be a little later, and I can write it out after one and a half.) To be continued ...