This is the fifth day of returning to Hanging Mountain.

A calm, sunny day.

Ji Qiu returned to his usual routine.

With a calm demeanor, he chanted sutras, chanted Buddha's name, and practiced martial arts, as if the turmoil in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

It was now afternoon, and the autumn sun was not as harsh as it was. Instead, it was a little softer, making people feel comfortable, and a sense of sleepiness gradually came over me.

At this time, Ji Qiu was carefully wiping the green rainbow in the remote small ancestral hall.

After being wiped with the magic sword moistened by spiritual energy, Ji Qiu lifted it up and shook it twice. A cold light suddenly appeared on the blade, revealing its sharp edge, which is rare in the world.

After looking at it for a moment, the monk nodded with satisfaction. When he was about to insert the long sword into the scabbard, he saw a reflected red on the blade.

Seeing this, the monk was slightly startled, then turned his head.

When his eyes looked towards the main entrance.

Just then, I saw the door of the ancestral hall open, and there was a girl in red, with a smile like a flower, standing in front of the door, as charming as a begonia flower.

"Little monk, are you back?"

Seeing the woman's stockings covered with dust, her steps were lifted lightly, and only a gust of fragrant wind blew by before she arrived in front of him. Ji Qiu also came back to his senses, with a smile on his handsome face, and responded:

"I'm back."

"I gained a lot from this trip and saw a lot. I hope that if I am asked about my story again, Miss Xiu, I won't be troubled by the lack of words in my belly."

Standing up from the futon, Ji Qiu looked at the girl with her hands behind her back, who was more beautiful than a flower. She raised her arms as an invitation and said:

"I have been on this hanging mountain all year round. Today I am free. Miss Xiu, would you like to go down the mountain with me and take a tour around Gandu?"

Ji Qiu is sixteen years old this year, which is when his youthful spirit is at its most handsome.

And Su Qixiu's heart was throbbing for him precisely because of these two years.

After meeting her several years ago, this was the first time Ji Qiu invited her down the mountain.

Therefore, after hearing this, Su Qixiu's bright eyes flashed with surprise and she immediately said:

"May I?"

"Then...if you go down the mountain for no reason, the masters in the temple won't punish you for it."

When the girl in red said this, she frowned in distress:

"You just came back from traveling. If it's inconvenient, why don't you go now? How about we go when we have time?"

"Otherwise, if you are punished by the master in the temple for this, it would be too much."

Although Su Qixiu knew that Ji Qiu was an outstanding disciple of Xuankong Temple, she never knew how high Ji Qiu's level was.

In her eyes, the handsome little monk in front of her was just a young monk from Xuankong Temple.

The management of Xuankong Temple is strict and it is not easy to go down the mountain.

And she can come often to burn incense and worship Buddha, and can come to look for Ji Qiu anytime and anywhere, just because of her family.

Even if the daughter of the royal family and the Tianhuang nobleman are no longer favored, it is still very easy to find a temple to burn incense and worship Buddha.

However, Su Qixiu has never revealed her identity. She only claims to be from a powerful family in Qiandu, so no one in the Xuankong Temple knows about it.

Except for Ji Qiu.

Seeing that the girl in red in front of him was always thinking about herself, Ji Qiu felt a warm feeling in his heart, and then said gently:

"Will not."

"Now that I have achieved success in my practice, I am no longer the same as before."

"I can go up and down the mountain whenever I want."

"I just want to tell you all the stories along the way, can't I?"

The monk had a touch of sadness on his face, causing the woman to shake her head slightly.

It seems like she shouldn't refuse.

The young monk only had time to spend time with her once every few years. If she just rejected him...

Who knows how long it will take next time?

Maybe due to some accident, I won't be able to wait for this in this life? You can't say.

Suddenly, Su Qixiu felt a little annoyed in her heart, as if she was regretting her rejection, so she hurriedly replied:

"Since...since you are fine, of course I can do it here!"

"I...I will go and ask the maids to rest at the foot of the mountain first. You...you wait for me!"

Su Qixiu placed her right hand on her chest, as if she could feel the beating heart.

A slight blush appeared on her face.

Then, the girl ran quickly outside the ancestral hall without looking back.

Ji Qiu looked at her back.

Three thousand blue hairs were blown slightly by the wind, and they were dazzling in red clothes.

At the right time of youth.

"I will definitely tell you to live well."

After closing his eyes and making sure that the girl had left and could no longer hear the words in the ancestral hall, Ji Qiu murmured softly in a voice that only he could hear.

...

Outside Qiandu City, there are rippling rivers and lakes, named Huai River.

A small boat was rowing on the Huai River, and as it passed by, slight ripples appeared on the clear water.

In the distance, mountains like Hanging Mountain stand.

At this time of late autumn, you can see everywhere you look, the fallen leaves are turning yellow, the mountains are covered in red, and the forests are dyed, it is so beautiful.

A young monk stood in front of the boat, his clothes fluttering, and a woman in red was sitting behind her. She held a carbon pen in her slender jade finger and was slowly drawing on the dust-free white paper scroll in front of her.

The girl's brush strokes are soft, but she also outlines the lines with sharp edges. It is obvious that she has put a lot of effort into it.

After the boat passed thousands of sails, passed the crowd of travelers, and was close to the shore, the girl stopped writing and looked at the freshly painted scroll in front of her, feeling very satisfied.

"Hey, little monk!"

"Come and see!"

After patting himself and standing up, Su Qixiu took off the scroll and hurriedly waved to Ji Qiu in front of him.

"Is the painting done?"

"Ask the young monk to come and take a look."

Ji Qiu stood at the head of the boat, concentrating for a long time before he heard the voice from behind, and knew that Su Qi Xiuxing's painting had come to an end.

So he made a sound at that time and leaned towards the girl in red.

At this moment, the appearance in the painting promised to unfold to him.

The figure in the painting has sharp edges and corners, and the traces left by the carbon strokes should not be spiritual, but in the hands of the girl in red, the detached expression that is like an immortal is depicted.

Incisively and vividly.

Even though there are only black traces, it is impossible to tell what kind of clothes this person is wearing, but just by looking at his expression, you can already tell that only white clothes that are not stained by dust and splendor can complement his elegance.

Except for you who is covered with three feet of snow, who in the world is worthy of wearing white clothes?

Although he was a bit narcissistic, looking at the painting that Su Qixiu copied for himself, Ji Qiu couldn't help but think of this sentence.

"It's really..."

“Great painting.”

After a long time, Ji Qiu finally spoke in admiration.

"Your painting technique has already been perfected."

"I'm not worthy of Miss Xiu's painting!"

The monk smiled shyly, feeling a little ashamed of himself.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the girl looked serious, looked at the unnatural look of the monk in front of her, and then looked at the smiling handsome young man in the painting, but her tone was firm and she said word by word:

"No, you deserve it."

After saying that, the girl smiled, like a flash in the pan, a moment of youthful beauty.

"Because, this painting is of you."

"No matter how good the painting is, it cannot be half as good as others."

"Isn't it?"

"Little monk."

(PS: Some things are difficult to write, so you’ll just have to read it. There will be a chapter later. In addition, readers who read this must remember one thing. Make sure to read it in the next three weeks. This book is now being read.
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