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Song Zhiqiu didn't seem to think about it, and after a while he said: "It's okay." Then he called Xing Weihong over and ordered, "Tomorrow you will accompany the two distinguished guests from the Chongxiao Sect to enjoy the lanterns."

Xing Weihong looked confused: "Should I go with them?"

Song Zhiqiu nodded: "Don't neglect the hospitality."

Xing Weihong blinked her eyes and said weakly: "But I have never been to the Lantern Festival..."

Haven't been to the Lantern Festival in the villa for more than a hundred years? Yin Miaomiao was startled, and immediately smiled and said: "That's just right, let's go see something new together."

"It's too rude." Song Zhiqiu pondered for a moment, then said, "It just so happens that I haven't viewed the lanterns for a long time, so I'll accompany you two."

After he said this, Yin Miaomiao could only say: "Then I'll trouble you, young master."

The Festival of Lanterns has always been a date festival.

On the top of a willow tree in the moonlight, people make an appointment after dusk. There are thousands of lanterns. People are more delicate than flowers. You guess lantern riddles and give me a lantern. I shyly return a sachet, and it will be a good thing.

However, the Lantern Festival in Qiuzhou is slightly different. Countless lanterns are hung on the treetops, and the brilliance is brilliant and twinkling. It is like being among the stars, which has a special interest. Moreover, most of the women looking at the lanterns are wearing white silk shirts and outer coverings.

This beautiful piece of armor is very special.

"This is a mortal custom, which was later spread to the world of cultivation, and is called 'walking on the bridge.'" Song Zhiqiu explained, "When you see a bridge, you must walk on it to avoid all diseases. Just ask for a good omen."

Yin Miaomiao found it interesting: "So that's it."

Not only that, Song Zhiqiu remembered it well and conscientiously, and clearly explained the shape of the hanging lantern: "The one on this tree is the judge's lantern. Those who worship this lantern may pray that the deceased in the family will suffer less and be reincarnated as soon as possible;

The one here is a Pisces mating lantern. Those who worship the lantern pray for love between husband and wife and long heirs..."

On the one hand, Yin Miaomiao liked to absorb new knowledge, but on the other hand, she felt that she was not admiring lanterns but listening to lectures. After walking down the street, she couldn't help but euphemistically said: "Young master is so polite, my senior brother and I will just walk on our own."

Already."

After hearing the song, Song Zhiqiu knew the elegant meaning and did not refuse. He simply said where he could rest in a restaurant and where he could place a lamp, and then apologized and left.

"Young Master, please do as you please."

As soon as the others left, Yin Miaomiao immediately grabbed Yun Ling's sleeve: "Brother, let's go over there and take a look."

Yunliang held her hand: "Junior sister doesn't want to go with him."

"It is a pleasure to talk to him, which is better than studying for ten years, but on a day like today, who can bear to listen to the lectures?" She said, stopped in front of a stall and bought a natural flower hairpin, "Teacher

Brother put it on for me."

Yun Ling took the budding flower hairpin and inserted it into her hair.

Yin Miaomiao smiled and sighed: "If Xing Weihong is here, we can also talk about Qiuzhou's fashionable clothes. By the way, we can also find out what Song Zhiqiu likes, so that we can have a backup gift. Now... let's look at the lights."

I definitely have to prepare generous gifts, but it's not too late to ask Xing Weihong later. I can't live up to the beautiful scenery tonight.

After walking half the street, the wooden bridge suddenly became jammed.

Yin Miaomiao took a look and saw that there was a towering tree on the side of the road. Its branches were covered with colorful ribbons. It was a place for young men and women to make wishes.

"There are so many people in front of us." She turned away and took the intersecting path, "Let's go over here. There are fireworks ahead."

Yun Lian seemed to realize something and smiled slightly: "Okay."

The Lantern Festival has been around for ten years, and Song Zhiqiu had very little interest in it, so he and Yin Miaomiao went straight back after parting ways.

The lights in Jianmu Garden were brightly lit, but much quieter than usual. All the maids should have gone out, except for the two most steady ones. When they saw him coming back, they hurriedly came to greet him and served him: "Young Master is back so early, little girl."

They haven’t come back yet.”

"There is no need to be restricted during the Lantern Festival. You can go down too." Song Zhiqiu looked at the dark penthouse to the west and frowned slightly, "Where's Ah Hong?"

The maid smiled: "Miss Xing is not here, so she must have gone to enjoy the lanterns. She never leaves her behind."

Song Zhiqiu said "Yeah" and said nothing.

The maid asked: "What orders does the young master have?"

"It's okay, you can go out."

Song Zhiqiu walked towards the west wing.

It was dark in Xing Weihong's room. He lit the lamp and found that no one was indeed there. The bed was neatly folded and there were a few flowers on the low cabinet. They might have been picked a long time ago and already had a withered and decadent atmosphere. Dressing up

There was only a half-closed box on the stage, which contained a few ribbons, a few hairpins, and a box of fragrant powder that had been used up.

Looking at the boxes and cages again, the clothes of the four seasons were provided by the embroidery room of the villa, and there was no shortage of them. However, there were only a few small items such as sachets and handkerchiefs. Song Zhiqiu couldn't help frowning. He usually saw her at night, and her clothes

I really haven’t paid much attention to my dressing up.

It's funny to say that although Xing Weihong is his pillow, she has never been able to imitate the discernment of other maids. She only nudges and moves, and rarely appears in front of him. And there are people around him to serve, if not needed, the same

I can't remember her as a person.

If Yin Miaomiao hadn't mentioned it unexpectedly, he wouldn't have known that she had never been to the Lantern Festival.

But if she didn't go to enjoy the lanterns, where would she be?

For Song Zhiqiu, finding someone in the villa is easy. All he has to do is press his hand on the tree in the courtyard and use his magical power. In an instant, countless information will flood into his mind.

After a breath, he found her.

He took back his hand and walked towards the lake.

Xing Weihong was still practicing the water mist technique, which was more successful than the previous few days. A light mist lingered around her, hazy, like looking at flowers in the mist.

Song Zhiqiu saw it from a distance, stopped and watched quietly, without stepping forward to disturb.

The mist dispersed again.

She sighed and pinched the seal again countless times.

This was done until the spiritual power was exhausted, so I started meditating and walking around the world again, slowly accumulating spiritual power, and when I saved some, I continued to practice this spell.

It goes round and round, endlessly.

Before I knew it, it was already half of the night.

Song Zhiqiu was about to go back to the house when he saw Yin Miaomiao coming over with a rabbit lantern and said with a smile: "You are indeed here."

"Yes." She failed again, her tone dry.

Yin Miaomiao gave her the rabbit lantern: "Send it to you."

Xing Weihong was surprised: "Give it to me?"

"Yes, after eating your wine, of course I have to give you something back." Yin Miaomiao handed over the vivid rabbit lantern.

Xing Weihong didn't take it and said, "It's the young owner's wine."

"It was you who gave me a drink, not him who invited me." Yin Miaomiao said with a smile, "Take it."

Xing Weihong took it and looked at it silently for a while, then suddenly asked: "You want to see me if you have anything to do?"

Yin Miaomiao was surprised: "Why do you say that?"

"Who am I to deserve a distinguished guest like you to specially give me a lantern?" She touched the rabbit lantern, "It's just that I am close to the young owner of the village and you want me to do something. But you have found the wrong person, I don't have this

ability."

Yin Miaomiao found it interesting: "Why do you think I'm looking for you?"

She said: "Say nice things, ask for favors, and inquire about things. You are a disciple of the Chongxiao Sect, so you should be the third type."

Yin Miaomiao laughed. In fact, she had already thought about what gift to give, but after hearing what Xing Weihong said, she deliberately said: "You guessed it right. Guess what I'm asking about. If you said it right, I'll give you a gift."

Xing Weihong looked at the lake reflecting the moon: "I'm stupid, I can't guess."

"Teach you a spell?"

"Can't learn."

"I have a nice piece of jewelry."

"No need."

"Can I give you my treasured fire escape map?"

"I've seen it, it's nothing special."

Yin Miaomiao smiled and bent down: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. I originally wanted to ask you something, but now I have thought of a way. This lantern is just given to you casually."

After a while, she said: "Thank you."

"No thanks, but can you tell me why you don't go to the Lantern Festival? It's quite fun. Don't you still have the custom of walking on the bridge?"

Xing Weihong said: "There's no reason. It's such a waste of time. I want to practice."

Yin Miaomiao pointed out to her: "Impartial hard training is not enough. Experience and enlightenment are also very important. Proper relaxation is conducive to better cultivation. You are very tired, aren't you? You need to take a rest at this time."

"With my qualifications, I can't talk about experience and enlightenment at all." She said and repeated the water mist technique again. The white mist condensed into a ball in her hand, and she squeezed it into a white rabbit. "

And if I don’t practice, the young village owner will scold me again.”

Yin Miaomiao was startled: "Is this a rabbit?"

"Yes." She adjusted the size, pinched out a plump tail, and placed it next to the rabbit lantern, "Does it look like it?"

Yin Miaomiao: "..." As far as she knows, the water mist technique only creates large areas of dense fog. High-level fog is thick and wide, low-level fog is sparse and small, and it is easy to control the range. It is difficult to condense into a specific shape and requires a lot of time.

Strong controllability.

What a pity. Having control but no strength is just a castle in the air and of no use.

She sighed in her heart, stretched out her hand, and controlled the flame to turn into an identical rabbit: "Look."

Xing Weihong said: "I can't tell, you are also bored."

"Do you think this is boring?" She smiled, "I have been practicing for decades."

Xing Weihong was stunned: "Why are you practicing this?"

"Before I formed the elixir, I had very little spiritual energy, so I had to use it sparingly." Yin Miaomiao looked at her, "The more subtle the control of the spell, the less spiritual energy is wasted. The more spiritual energy you save, the more it will be."

One point chance of winning, understand?"

Xing Weihong couldn't help but nodded: "I am the same, I have very little spiritual power."

Yin Miaomiao turned the rabbit in his heart into a rose: "The same spiritual power can be a rabbit or a rose, it depends on how you use it. The purpose of water mist is to interfere with the enemy's sight, so the more mist, the thicker it is.

The better, but you have to understand that the requirements are derived based on the purpose, not the requirements that determine the purpose."

Xing Weihong's eyes widened, no one had ever taught her this.

Yin Miaomiao smiled slightly: "Think about it, if you only have rabbits but no tigers, how will you achieve your goal?"

Xing Weihong bit her lip and thought for a while, then said hesitantly: "Cover his eyes?"

"Very good, you have the first answer, think again." Yin Miaomiao encouraged her.

And? Xing Weihong thought hard for a long time, and then said ashamedly: "I can't think of it."

Yin Miaomiao handed the flame rose to her: "What is this?"

"Fire?" I thought it was wrong, so I changed my mind and said, "Rose?"

Yin Miaomiao smiled, letting the flames gradually extinguish, revealing the golden hairpin inside: "What now?"

Xing Weihong was stunned.

Yin Miaomiao said: "The battle between monks is not about stupidly comparing whose spells are better, but to see who can use their strengths and avoid weaknesses better." After a pause, he asked, "Isn't practicing spells boring?"

She nodded silently.

"I think so too, so when I practice I will think about how to use this spell most appropriately." Yin Miaomiao said, "When I think about it, I won't feel bored anymore, and in the process, my understanding of the spell will also improve."

It will be more profound.”

Xing Weihong said "Oh" as if she didn't understand.

Yin Miaomiao inserted the gold hairpin into her bun: "I give it to you. You have to persevere. Cultivation is not easy. Don't be afraid of hardship. The road is getting wider as you go, you know?"

"Yeah." She touched the hairpin in her hair and suddenly laughed, "Thank you."

Only then did Yin Miaomiao realize that when Xing Weihong really smiled, there would be a shallow pear dimple on her cheek, which was very cute, so she also laughed: "You're welcome."

The author has something to say: Giving Yi a rose... a rose? Something seems wrong.

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