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    There were faint voices coming from the outer room. Luo Yuanqiu's hands were covered with wet sweat, and his heart was beating extremely hard. He could hardly hold the hairpin, so he held the hairpin between his two fingers, gathered his hair at will, and inserted it randomly.  I don¡¯t even know what it looks like.  Only her cheeks were burning hot, and her fingertips felt a little frightening when she touched them, as if she had been infected with that scorching temperature and it lingered for a long time.

    She didn¡¯t understand what was wrong with her. She seemed to feel a little sad, but she was also happier than she had ever been before.  Sitting blankly in front of the small table, at this moment, she suddenly hoped that Jing Lan would come back soon and comb her hair as before.  But in the haze, she seemed a little unwilling. They should be more intimate, but what kind of intimacy was, she couldn't tell clearly at the moment.

    After struggling alone for a while, Luo Yuanqiu reached out and pulled out the hosta and gently put it back on the red silk.  Her thoughts were hard to calm down. In the bottom of her heart, it seemed as if some emotion could not be suppressed and surged out, like the rising and falling tide, gently lapping at the river bank.  She suddenly turned her head and looked out the window at the deep night - it was clearly a freezing season, but she didn't feel the chill.  It was as if something was sprouting and growing in her heart, making her feel as if she was in the spring with lush vegetation at this moment, and her heart was filled with excitement.

    She remembered for no reason what she had seen in the mirror that day, the gentle breeze blowing down flowers and rain, and in the soft light, the man under the tree stretched out his hand to her.  She clearly couldn't remember that person's face, but in the past day and night together, something seemed to be engraved in her heart and melted into her bones and blood.  So many years later, she still couldn't forget it, even searching for it at all costs, just for this longing.

    "I'm not your junior sister."

    She seemed to understand what Jing Lan meant. She didn¡¯t just want to be her junior sister.  If it were Shen Ying and Wanyue, she might not treat each other this way.  Although Luo Yuanqiu is a senior sister and sets an example for her sect, she has to admit that she does care about the second junior sister far more than she cares about other junior brothers and sisters.  And she also felt that they should be closer to each other, but is there any relationship in the world that is closer than that of senior sisters?

    Thinking of this, most of the heat on her face faded away, her mind gradually calmed down, and she began to think seriously about the wooden box.  The so-called king of heaven and earth is his personal teacher, but Taoists never put the king in their eyes. Some even secretly change the saying in the "Four Realms" that "the Tao is great, the sky is great, the earth is great, the king is great", and "the king is great".  "Replaced as "Dharma", the purpose is not to be restricted by the ordinary national laws, but to return to the original laws of heaven and earth.  In this way, the relationship between her and Jing Lan is not that of father and son, and should not be included in this "family". However, Jing Lan, the "teacher" at the end, does not seem to like her very much.

    Luo Yuanqiu was thinking hard, and the more he thought about it, the more irritated he became. He wished he could arrest Jinglan and ask her what she was thinking, and why it was so difficult to understand.  Luo Yuanqiu stood up suddenly and strode to the bead curtain. Just as he was about to lift the curtain, he heard Jing Lan say: "Be simple on the anniversary of death and just burn incense sticks. It is enough to use it once in Suzhai. It doesn't have to last for half a month."  Come on all"

    She said in a scornful and sarcastic tone: "Ms. Lu wants to bring her son to worship with her? She is really deeply affectionate, but the person is already dead, so what's the use of acting like this?"

    "Just refuse it directly."

    Luo Yuanqiu was startled and slowly lowered the bead curtain.  Death anniversary?  She remembered the vegetarian table at dinner and suddenly understood.

    Whose death anniversary is today?  Judging from Jing Lan's tone, she didn't seem to like this person very much.  Luo Yuanqiu was originally going to question Jing Lan, but was interrupted for no reason, and his momentum inevitably took a breather.  Suddenly hearing this, and thinking about what he had just thought, his momentum was almost exhausted.  She was stunned for a moment, embarrassed to continue eavesdropping, so she sneaked back to the small table, turned out the porcelain boxes, looked at them, and smeared some on her hands. The traces were bright red, and she felt in her heart.  As soon as I moved, I picked a little bit on my fingertips and spread it on my lips lightly.

    Luo Yuanqiu felt it was very strange that this move was a self-taught one.  She opened several porcelain boxes and placed them on the table, and began to wipe them on her face one by one.

    After finishing the chores, Jinglan walked around the screen and entered the small room. The bead curtain opened with a bang, and she saw Luo Yuanqiu leaning on the table. Porcelain boxes were opened and closed, and half the table was filled with porcelain boxes.  She just thought she was asleep and walked in quietly. Unexpectedly, Luo Yuanqiu suddenly raised his head, looked at her and said, "Are you here?"

    Jinglan froze on the spot, looking at the snow-white face that was painted messily. A line of black passed between the eyebrows and went down the bridge of the nose, dividing the face into two colors.  All of them are almost difficult to describe in words. They are so ugly and strange that Jing Lan actually didn't recognize who this person was.

    However, Luo Yuanqiu was still looking at him with wide eyes. Jing Lan couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing, half-leaning on the table, and almost burst out laughing.  Luo Yuanqiu said displeased: "Why are you laughing?"

    Jinglan laughed for a while, then stroked his forehead and said, "Howhow did you get yourself into this state?"

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    She walked across the gravel and mud. The gurgling river soaked the fallen snow and gave off a cold feeling.  Jinglan walked across the river beach and saw a light of fire nearby, and wanted to get closer to see what was going on.

    She stopped suddenly.

    There was a fire burning in front of the village, and on the other side, there were piles of corpses.  There was a figure standing in front of the fire, like a ghost, not even remotely popular.  The blue light in her hand turned into a blue butterfly, which landed on her shoulder in the swirling snow. It flapped its wings softly and dispersed into broken light.

    The snow was falling heavier and heavier. She stood in the snow for a long time before turning around. Her long hair was disheveled, her face was so dirty that her original appearance could not be seen, but her eyes were as cold as cold stars, extremely indifferent.  His hands were stained with blood, and his clothes were dirty.  She walked to the river, knelt down and dipped her hands in the water.  Jing Lan walked in quickly and saw her washing her face with water, revealing a very familiar face.

    The Menggui Mirror has the ability to peer into people's hearts. Jinglan used this mirror to enter Luo Yuanqiu's state of mind, but he didn't know which part of her past it was.  In the fantasy, Luo Yuanqiu washed his face carefully, but there was a stain on his forehead that remained.  Jing Lan watched from the side, feeling hard to distinguish in his heart. At this moment, he just wanted to hold her hand and take her home, so as not to let her freeze in this bitter cold place.

    Luo Yuanqiu suddenly looked down at the water, and Jing Lan followed her gaze.  The silver light in the water lit up, like a moon's shadow reflecting on the water, but there was no moon in the sky at this time.  The moon is bright and soft in this water, reflecting the surrounding snow.  The snow fell like broken light, and there was a faint flow of mist.  The water waves rippled and split at the slightest touch. A person spun out from the moonlight, with his hair in a bun like clouds and hanging pearls and green feathers.  Wearing a barefoot thin skirt with floating ribbons, bare shoulders and arms, the gauze is slightly rolled up.  Following her movements, purple mist swirled around her like water.

    The woman has a long-awaited face, a graceful appearance, and clear hair. She wears a gemstone on her chest, and her brilliance is as bright as that of a legendary goddess.  She formed a strange mudra with her hands and hung from the river.  He made a gesture with his right hand and raised his lips: "I heard that you have passed through Yinshan Mountain?"

    Luo Yuanqiu shook the water on his hand and said expressionlessly: "Mo Fu, I've always wanted to ask, don't you feel tired when you fly so high?"

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