fairy wife

This suggestion is reasonable, and of course Shi'er will have no objection, but what name to choose, Qiuqiu can't think of it for a while.She never named the dragon.Dragons can fly in the sky and swim in the water. Taking this kind of spiritual pet is as powerful as using a cheating device.The name of the dragon must be something cool and domineering, and it will make people envy and hate when you take it out and call it in the future.

In the end, the first name that came to my lips... was really domineering, and it fit the characteristics of being able to fly.

Megatron……

Well, Qiuqiu silently lowered her head, and said sorry to Xiaolong in her heart.

This name... Cough, of course it can't be used.

But I don't know if it was a bad start, but she couldn't think of anything later on.No matter how I think about it, I always go back and forth on the words Wei, Zhen, and Tian.Weiwei?Shock?day by day?What are these names?

"What did you think?"

Shi'er said indifferently: "After a while, when it grows up and recognizes what kind it is, it won't be too late to name it."

That's right, Qiuqiu nodded in agreement: "That's right. I don't know if it's male or female. It won't work if it's not suitable." For example, name a little girl Liangliang, and a little boy Hong Red and the like... It's one thing for others to make a joke, but if it causes a psychological shadow on a child, it will be a lifetime event.

Shi'er closed the book: "Have you finished packing?"

"Well, there is nothing to clean up." Qiuqiu took out two palm-sized Qiankun bags from his sleeves and put them in front of Shi'er: "These are all your things, but luckily I put them away before the fire broke out on the mountain." Get up. Or let the fire burn out, and return it to you."

Shi'er shook his head: "You can keep it for me, I have a lot of things to do recently, it's inconvenient."

Qiuqiu didn't push back and forth with him anymore, anyway, she and Shi'er had always been indistinguishable from each other, and it didn't matter who put things in the same place.

Shi'er continued to read, while Qiuqiu leaned against him in a daze.

She has nothing to worry about in Xiuyuan Mountain—Senior Brother Jinghai treated her very well at first, but after Qiuqiu asked Elder Huang, Senior Brother Jinghai was dug out of his heart by a monster and died.The remains could not be buried, so they were directly burned to ashes with a real fire, so as to avoid the spread of the devil's poison.However, Elder Huang also told her that after all, Jing Hai is the real apprentice of Yuxiang. Even if he is not valued now, Yuxiang will order someone to set up a tomb for him.What was buried inside was Jinghai's sword and clothes.

Senior brother Jinglu heard about the previous incident, and because of Jinghai's death, Qiuqiu was arrested for no apparent reason, locked up for several days, and suffered a lot.But seeing that she doesn't hold grudges, she still wants to worship Jinghai.Rather, I appreciate her kindness.He also said that when the weather improves, he will accompany her to sacrifice and sweep.

Qiuqiu touched the gold ring on her arm.

Brother Jinghai is not like other people on the mountain.He just wanted to use her.He took care of her and didn't ask her for anything in return.

Qiuqiu remembered saying goodbye in front of the library that day. She felt embarrassed because she didn't want to accept the gift, and she just wanted to leave quickly.

Who knew that farewell would be a farewell forever.

Shi'er happened to ask her if she had anything else to do, and Qiuqiu said that she wanted to pay homage to Senior Brother Jinghai.

Shi'er put down his book and said, "I'll go with you tomorrow."

The next day the weather was as usual.It was cold and wet, and there was heavy snow.The burial place of Xiuyuan Mountain is on the shady hillside.Few people go there, and there are no roads at all, all frozen by ice and snow.So it turned out that Jinglu said that she would wait for the weather to improve before going to the funeral.

Shi'er stepped on the flying sword and led Qiuqiu across a long road and a mountain stream.

Qiuqiu's feet were on the ground, and her heart felt at ease.When the body was suspended in mid-air, there was no bottom at all.

Of course Shi'er wouldn't throw her off, but she was a little scared.

Shi'er put away his sword and straightened Qiuqiu's cloak.

Qiuqiu breathed a sigh of relief, looked up, and was stunned.

She knew that this was the cemetery of Xiuyuan Mountain, but she didn't expect the cemetery to look like this.

There are many monks, but only a few who become immortals.Many people have practiced for many years, but in the end, ashes return to ashes and ashes return to ashes.Almost all of these people are buried here, and the tombs have been completely covered by snow, only a small part of the stele in front of the tomb is still exposed, which is also covered with thick snow. It can't be seen at a glance, and it is full of gray and white traces of tombstones.Looking further into the distance, it was cloudy and foggy, and I couldn't see clearly.

So vast, so desolate.

They are also people who once cultivated immortals and sought Taoism, but they all returned to the loess in the end.

Perhaps one day in the future, she and Master will also be buried here.

Qiuqiu and Qiuqiu were human beings, and they didn't feel scared when they saw such a scene. Instead, she thought, so many seniors are buried here, did they have feuds when they were alive?If the two enemies are buried next to each other, if Quan Xia knows, will they quarrel endlessly?If other Japanese are also buried here, they must be next to Master and Senior Sister, otherwise this place is so big, how lonely it is.

"What are you thinking about?"

When Shi'er asked, Qiuqiu told the truth what was in his heart.Even a person as calm as Shi'er could not help but say to her: "I can only think wildly."

"How can this be a wild idea? We will have this day too."

Shi'er took her hand and said solemnly: "You should be more ambitious. Although these predecessors did not succeed, the path they traveled was not wrong, but they did not reach the end. We follow their path To live up to the painstaking efforts and teachings of our ancestors, we must go farther than them.”

He seldom spoke like this, so Qiuqiu also became serious and nodded in response: "Yes, you are right."

Although she didn't think she could achieve Taoism and become an immortal, she cultivated immortality because Senior Sister Jingxin gave her family a large sum of money, and her father sold her to the master.

Master taught her, and she learned it.

There are also advantages to cultivating immortality. It is free from all diseases, can live for a long time, can travel to far places, and can see and hear many things that the world does not know.

At least that's what Qiuqiu thought at first.

But later, she finally understood that the master led the door, and the practice was personal.Master told her the way, but how to take steps and what kind of path she took, it all depends on her.

Every bit of exploration of the mysteries of the world, every bit of progress and comprehension, is a heavy refinement of the body and mind.She faintly felt that this road had no end.Because no matter how long a person's life is, the universe is vast and infinite, and this road will never come to an end.

It's just that some people go higher and farther.

Qiuqiu walked forward step by step according to what Jinglu said.The disciples of the Jingzi generation were buried alone.The traces here are still fresh, and Jinghai and the few brothers who were killed just now are all buried here.

Qiuqiu swept away a piece of snow in front of the tomb, took out vegetarian fruits and wine and vegetables, arranged them one by one, incensed them, and sprinkled wine.Now that everyone has come, it is not good to pay homage to Senior Brother Jinghai alone. Those who are buried here are all brothers from the same sect, and they were all poisoned by the monster this time.

Qiuqiu simply swept away the snow from the other graves, and also poured wine to pay homage.

Shi'er helped her sweep the snow, and stood aside to watch her pour the wine.It was also when Qiuqiu raised her head that she realized that Shi'er blocked the wind for her intentionally or unintentionally.

This person is like this, he has done many things, but he never said anything.

When we arrived at the farthest grave, the stele was covered with snow, covering the words.Qiuqiu brushed away the floating snow above, and was stunned for a moment.

She turned her head and explained to Shi'er: "She is the possessed disciple on Lianhua Peak—we went down the mountain together a while ago."

This is Jingfei's tomb.

But Qiuqiu saw with her own eyes that she had turned into a pool of black sewage, and this grave was probably also a tomb of clothes.

Although the relationship between the two is not very good, even if they don't become friends, they are still acquaintances.When we first met, Jing Fei was so lively and willful, but now Jing Fei is just a cold word on the tombstone.

Shi'er knew that Qiuqiu was soft-hearted, and it was not good for a cultivator.The heart is too soft, there are too many entanglements, and it is easy to be confused by foreign objects.But Shi'er thinks she is good everywhere, and there is nothing bad about her.

She must have felt emotional again.

Shi'er took two steps aside, giving her a quiet and independent space.

Qiuqiu took out the package of preserved fruits, picked a few and piled them in front of Jingfei's tomb.

"You have always liked to eat this kind of preserved fruit, so I said that I would give you a pack...now you have the right to eat it."

When she patted her clothes and stood up, she saw Shi'er standing not far away.

The snow was thick, and Qiuqiu was short, so it was very difficult for him to walk in the snow.

When she was still a few steps away, Shi'er turned around and held out his hand to her.

Qiuqiu took his hand and took the last two steps to stand beside him.

"What are you doing here?"

Shi'er pointed to the tombstone in front of him: "Look."

Qiuqiu looked at the tombstone he pointed to with some doubts.

The stele should have been on for some years, and the words on it are a little eroded.There is an unfamiliar name on it, Ming character generation, that is the master's master's generation.

But what is there to see?

Shi'er knew she was sloppy, so she moved her fingertips slightly.

Qiuqiu followed his fingertips and shifted her gaze.

Ah, Qiuqiu opened her mouth slightly, and couldn't take her eyes off that spot.

There is a little lone goose engraved there.

The appearance of this goose is no stranger to Qiuqiu, it is exactly the same as the one engraved on the painting scroll and pencil case.

"This……"

Qiuqiu's first impression is that the person buried in the grave is the painter?Then she thought, no, if it was that person who was buried, who would still write on his tombstone after death?This is not Liaozhai, not haunted.

It should be said that the person who engraved the stele is probably the same person who painted the picture.The person buried in this grave should have a lot to do with him.

This is really a mountain full of mountains and rivers, and there is no way out, and there is another village where there are dark willows and flowers.

Qiuqiu didn't expect that she would find such an unexpected discovery here just to sweep the tomb. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

ps: There are a lot of things today, so I can only change them once. .I'll see if I can add one tomorrow. .