After she entered the book, she just wanted to live with her

Chapter 246: Extra: Wuji Sect Epilogue

On the first Jingzhe day after Shen Qingshuang succeeded as the peak master, Yu Shibai tasted her freshly brewed tea.

Two peach petals floated in the celadon cup, but the tea soup was a clear amber color.

As he picked up the cup, he caught a glimpse of her wrist sticking out of her sleeve.

The ice cracks left behind to protect Ye Linglong's spiritual roots have now become as faint as water stains on rice paper.

"Is Master Yuqing's way of entertaining guests using the illusion of peach blossoms to deceive people?" He took a sip of tea, and suddenly a clear fragrance of plums spread in his throat.

Shen Qingshuang fiddled with the charcoal fire in the small clay stove, and the flames danced on her eyelashes like tiny specks of gold.

"How do you think the green plums buried in the snow last year, paired with the early spring dew, compare to the cloud tea from Yunsu Peak?"

He didn't answer, but just pushed the empty cup over.

The spring rain was getting heavier outside the eaves. When she added tea, the breeze blew up a few strands of her hair, which was the fragrance of pear blossoms.

That was the hair oil Yu Shibai made for her using pear blossoms.

Later, every year during the Waking of Insects, if Yu Shibai had some free time, he would come and ask for a cup of tea with the fragrance of ice-cracked plum blossoms.

It was not until Ye Linglong secretly drank half a pot of tea and fell drunk under a peach tree that she discovered that Shen Qingshuang always secretly buried a spoonful of pear wine at the bottom of the tea jar.

Shen Qingshuang's waist-length hair flowed like black jade, and it had only fallen loose twice in a hundred years.

The first time was the night when Ye Linglong failed to transform her ice spirit root. She rushed into Zizhu Peak in the rain to seek help, her black hair mixed with blood and muddy into a tangled mess.

When Yu Shibai used silver scissors to cut her messy hair, the moonlight leaking in through the window just happened to shine on the back of her neck.

There is a rouge mole there, rising and falling with her breathing.

The second time was on an ordinary morning.

Yu Shibai knocked on the courtyard door with a newly carved sandalwood comb and saw Shen Qingshuang sitting under the porch in a single layer of clothes, feeding birds, with the ends of her hair still stained with morning dew.

He suddenly recalled the snowy night a hundred years ago when she was in the sea of ​​pear blossoms on Yunsu Peak, picking off the shadowy pear blossoms with the tip of her sword.

As if possessed by some strange force, he picked a branch of real white pear.

"Back then, when you said the fake was real, the real became fake." He tucked the dew-covered flower branch into her hair. "Does it still count now?"

Shen Qingshuang reached out to pick it, but he gently held her wrist.

During the struggle, the flower branch fell sideways, startling the birds pecking at food on the ground.

When Ye Linglong rushed in holding the morning class scroll, she was slightly stunned by the scene before her.

I saw that the master had her hair tied up in a loose bun, which was rare, and there were three or four peach petals stuck on the snow-white sleeves of the master's uncle.

On the stove, a pot of fragrant sweet porridge is simmering.

On the eve of the Wuji Sect's sixty-year sect ceremony, Yu Shibai received a plain cloth package.

There are no complicated decorations on it, but it exudes a faint fragrance of peach blossoms.

When it was unfolded, it revealed a moon-white robe with wide sleeves, embroidered with silver patterns.

Yu Shibai looked closely and found that it was a miniature of thousands of pear trees.

The attached note contained only a few words: "Snow silk can resist 30% of sword energy."

He gently stroked the dense stitching on his cuffs, remembering that when he was teaching Shen Qingshuang sword skills, he would always use his spiritual power to quietly catch her sword when she was about to lose her strength and drop it.

On the day of the ceremony, Yu Shibai put on this robe and also wore the jade buckle that Shen Qingshuang had given him before.

Halfway through the banquet, Jiang Xianyue suddenly smiled softly, covering her lips with her hands: "Elder Yu's clothes look like he is wearing all the pear blossoms on the top of the peak."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw moonlight pouring down on the snow silk, and the silver lines turned into the illusion of falling petals.

Shen Qingshuang sat at the table, drinking with her eyes lowered, but the tips of her ears were quietly turning slightly red.

Of course, she didn't say that half of a heart-protecting formation was hidden in the embroidery pattern.

After the late-night ceremony ended, Yu Shibai returned home under the moonlight.

I saw a misty blue robe lying under the window of the side hall, with a tear at the cuff.

There was also a neatly written note next to it: "Master said that courtesy should be reciprocated."

At the signature point, there is a painting of a small, round-headed, ice-crystal bird, looking very cute, which is obviously the work of Ye Linglong.

Yu Shibai burst out laughing, picked up his outer robe, went into the house, and sewed by light at night.

In the tenth year of Shen Qingshuang's retreat, Yu Shibai built a bamboo pavilion on the top of Taoyuan Peak.

There is a bronze bell hanging on the corner of the pavilion, which rings on rainy days with a clear and pleasant sound.

Yu Shibai came here on the seventh day of every month, bringing with him newly collected storybooks, crystal sugar from the North Sea, and the most fashionable rouge from the foot of the mountain.

These things were piled in a rattan box beside the bamboo couch, and as time went by, they gradually piled up into a small mountain.

The day I left the country was the rainy season, and the rain was drizzling, like silk and fog.

Shen Qingshuang followed the sound of the bell and walked into the rain, where she saw glowing jellyfish in the glass bottles hanging in the pavilion.

It was fished out by Yu Shibai from the abyss of the East China Sea. It is said that it will not go out for a hundred years.

Amid the sound of drizzling rain, he leaned on the bamboo couch and read the "Nanhua Jing".

On the desk, there were a few dewy peach blossoms in a white jade vase.

"These objects..."

"I'm afraid you've been in seclusion for so long that you've thought there's no more spring and autumn in the world."

She leaned over to touch the glass bottle, and the fluorescent light made her fingertips shine brightly.

In a trance, she recalled that many years ago, when Gu Yuyuan refused to accept her as his disciple, Yu Shibai took her hand and brought her back to Yunsu Peak.

She was young at that time, and fearing that she would be scared in the dark, he made a rabbit lantern for her.

Now this man has brought the mountains, rivers, and four seasons to her doorstep, just saying that he is afraid that she will be lonely.

In the main hall of Sixiang Peak, Ye Ze lowered his head and was being scolded by his father.

"If you and Linglong hadn't been so talkative and mentioned that Yuxing had roasted cranes for you that year, the cranes in the back mountain wouldn't have suffered this fate now!" Ye Xun was so angry that his beard was shaking.

His ill-fated granddaughter was born with the destiny of a furnace, and later she went through untold hardships before she became an ice spirit root.

Ye Xun has always doted on his granddaughter and couldn't bear to scold her, so he took out his anger on Ye Ze.

"Dad, don't get angry and get yourself sick. I'll go teach Linglong a lesson right now." Ye Ze raised his foot and wanted to leave.

"Stop!" Ye Xun shouted angrily, staring at him, "Do you think you can teach my granddaughter a lesson?"

Ye Ze opened his mouth, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.

Ugh.

In the end, he chose to shut up and stand there to continue being scolded.

At this time, Ye Linglong was holding a crane's neck and returned to the top of Taoyuan Peak.

She was planning to show her newly emerged master how to roast cranes, but she saw a carved wooden box on a stone table in the peach blossom forest.

Three hundred peach wood sticks were neatly stacked in the box, each engraved with a date and a small event:

On the Grain Rain Day of the Bingyin Year, she fell asleep while making tea and burned through half of my sleeve.

On the Frost Descent day of the Wuchen year, Linglong dug out the wine we had buried under the peach tree and used it to entertain our guests.

It snowed heavily in the Gengwu year, and she said she wanted to try the earthly candied haws...

The latest one: "On the beginning of spring in the Jiashen year, I finally taught her that the sound-transmitting crane doesn't need to be dipped in cinnabar."

The girl turned around with red eyes and saw Shen Qingshuang making clothes for her in the yard.

The difference between hers and Yu Shibai's is that this one is embroidered with peach blossoms.

She immediately decided not to bother with Uncle Master Yu and to call him over to eat roasted crane together.

Later, whenever a new disciple came in, he could always pick up warm peach petals on the mountain steps.

The brothers said that someone was afraid that the child would fall, so they secretly put it under the moss.