0p0 Chapter 472: Snow on the Cangshan Mountain, Bright Light in the South
Chapter 472: Snow on the Cangshan Mountain, Bright Light in the South
Mingnan didn't see it. She was singing and dancing, and soon she got tired. When she turned to the low table, she tripped over the cushion and fell directly onto it. Seeing that the wine jug was about to fall over, she quickly picked it up.
After shaking it, she found that there was still a lot in it. She smiled stupidly again, picked it up and drank it.
The clear wine turned into a line and fell into her mouth, reflecting the moonlight and refracting dazzling colors, and her two red lips were also stained with a layer of hazy water light.
The Samsara Mirror flew over at some point and hung beside Mingnan.
Mingnan put down the wine jug, opened his eyes, and saw the red lotus in the mirror.
She raised a finger. She was so drunk that her eyes were blank for a long time. Her voice was light and slow. "How did you create so many flowers?"
"Hmm...it seems like it's not you who's blurry, it's my eyes, hahahaha——"
Samsara Mirror: “…”
205: […]
205 glanced at the empty wine bottle lying on the ground, very curious, [What kind of wine is this, so strong? A good person has become a fool after drinking. ]
As soon as he finished speaking, Mingnan fell off the low table with a "bang" that sounded painful.
205: […]
There is no need to cooperate like this.
The Samsara Mirror was also startled and was about to fly over to see what was going on, but it saw Mingnan adjusted his posture and just lay down and fell asleep.
The mirror froze in place.
205: […It’s great to be young, you can fall asleep as soon as you lie down.]
The red lotus in the Samsara Mirror gradually gathered into one flower and slowly rotated.
Mingnan was unaware of anything. He turned over and fell asleep on his side, resting his head on his arms.
I don’t know what kind of sweet dream I had, but I even laughed softly twice.
The wind blew, ruffling her thin sleeves and skirt, which flew up and down gently, just brushing the edge of the mirror.
Cool and smooth.
The Samsara Mirror shook and slowly fell on the side of her face.
The next moment, several golden lights floated out from the mirror in mid-air and gathered into a red lotus base. The petals bloomed as it spun, revealing a shadowy figure sitting cross-legged inside.
The shadow had long hair and a loose red robe on his body.
The skin beneath the red robe was as smooth as jade, and as cool and white as moon frost.
He walked down from the lotus seat barefoot, the corners of his robe swaying, and lotus flowers bloomed with every step.
The red lotus blossomed all the way to Mingnan and then gradually dissipated. The shadow lowered its eyes and stared at her for a moment, then knelt on one knee, bent down, and reached out to poke her face.
But he was just a trace of spiritual consciousness that had just been cultivated, without any entity, and his hand went straight through Mingnan's face.
Shadow: “!”
A trace of surprise flashed across that delicate and flawless face, and he quickly withdrew his hand.
He tried poking his face again, confused.
Why can Mingnan poke him, but he can't?
Obviously he could have stabbed himself.
He didn't believe it, so he pursed his lips and tried again, but it still went through Mingnan's face.
205 who witnessed everything in space: [……]
Brother, why don’t you stop it? This scene is too scary.
The shadow obviously realized this as well. He withdrew his hand angrily, sat down cross-legged beside Mingnan, supported his chin with one hand, and just tilted his head to stare at her without blinking, as if he was looking at some rare treasure.
That focused gaze seemed to be real, starting from her smooth forehead, carefully outlining her eyebrows and eyes, and then outlining her delicate nose and red lips.
Mingnan's lips are beautiful and full, and look very soft.
The shadow touched his lips and felt something different, but couldn't help wanting to touch Mingnan's.
Not surprisingly, I found nothing.
A trace of annoyance flashed across his brows, and he opened his mouth to say something, but only a little breath came out.
The next moment his figure became dim and dissipated in the wind, turning into strands of light that flew into the Samsara Mirror.
Before disappearing, he looked at Mingnan deeply.
The ribbon fluttered slightly, just enough to block his view.
When the last ray of light sank into the mirror, the red lotus closed and sank quietly to the bottom. The Samsara Mirror fell down with a muffled sound and landed right next to Mingnan's hand.
The man and the mirror spent their time enjoying the moon and the wind until the sky turned white, and then they woke up.
After waking up, Mingnan looked at the crooked coffee table and the wine jug that had rolled to the side, feeling a little guilty.
Her master was a very strict rule-abiding person. If he knew that she had secretly gone to Wangxing Tower to drink, he would definitely beat her.
So she quickly got up, packed up her things, made sure no traces were left, and then slipped away.
Before leaving, she did not forget to take the Reincarnation Mirror with her.
As she was walking down the mountain, she touched the mirror and muttered, "Why do you seem to be in low spirits today? Are you drunk too?"
The Samsara Mirror turned over in her palm, with its back facing her.
"Are you really depressed?" Mingnan poked the pattern.
Reincarnation Mirror:.
"Okay, then you have a good rest. I won't bother you anymore." She put the mirror back into her sleeve pocket, stretched herself in the morning light, and walked down the mountain with brisk steps.
……
After indulging himself for a while, Mingnan did not go out for a long time and concentrated on meditating and practicing in his room.
It was not until she could no longer control her desire to eat that she strolled to the dining room to eat. After she was full, she went to bother her senior brothers and sisters, and was chased by them for a mixed doubles game. Then she came back contentedly to continue meditating.
While she was practicing, the Samsara Mirror was not idle either. It floated beside her, with the mirror facing the sky, quietly absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
In a flash, a month passed, summer went and autumn came, the green mountains were covered with red and yellow everywhere, a gorgeous scene.
When Mingnan got up in the morning and opened the window, he saw the sky was blue and the clouds were light, and the mountains were shining golden.
She was so shocked that she was speechless for a moment. She looked for a long time before she came to her senses and took a deep breath of fresh air.
She grabbed the Samsara Mirror that was sleeping quietly next to her and said, "Come on, let's go out and get some sun."
Samsara Mirror: “…”
205: [The Samsara Mirror says you are truly my living ancestor. Do you think I look like the sun?]
Anyway, whether it likes it or not, this door has been opened.
Mingnan took it for a walk in the yard, then went down the mountain to the square to watch the new disciples practice sword skills.
As a result, just as she walked over, she heard someone shouting from behind: "Senior Sister - Senior Sister, please stay - Senior Sister!"
Mingnan didn't take it seriously at first, thinking that he wasn't calling her.
But after waiting for a while, the man was still shouting, and the voice was getting closer and closer.
She couldn't help but wonder which senior sister was so deaf that she should just say something. Even if there was a conflict, it would be better to talk it out face to face than to sulk, right?
Thinking of this, she looked around, but found that there was no one around except her.
Mingnan: "?"
205: [Oh, so the deaf senior sister is actually you. ]
The footsteps behind me are getting closer.
She turned her head hesitantly and saw that the person coming was a tall and strong young man, about eighteen or nineteen years old.
"Are you calling--me?" Mingnan pointed at himself uncertainly.
The boy nodded shyly, his face turning red before he could say anything.
205 keenly smelled a hint of ambiguity.
Mingnan blinked and asked blankly, "What do you want to talk to me about?"
The young man licked his lips, glanced at her quickly, then looked away and said softly, "Well, I want to ask Senior Sister Mingnan if she has a Taoist partner. If not, could you consider me?"
Mingnan: “Ah?”
The mirror that had been pretending to be dead and didn't want to move suddenly stood up, and the lotus that had been closed for a long time also opened, revealing a little man with an unexpected look on his face inside.