floating snow

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, I was supposed to update yesterday, but I forgot. ?(????ω????)?

Jia Luo Sha dragged his body, and Achamoluo was in his hand.

The sound of the tin rod being struck on the ground and the sound of the bowl and gong could not be stopped.

The five precepts and the ten good deeds already have karma.

Too much, too much!

He is the cruel and terrifying emperor of the Shura Kingdom, a majestic emperor, and he was locked in the kitchen to cook!

If people on the Internet knew about it, they would point to his nose and yell, "Bastard! You have lost all the face of the Asura Kingdom!"

Of course, he won't admit that he still misses his favorite general's scolding a little bit.

"unwise."

"What's wrong?" the woman asked while knocking on the melon seeds.

Sulshi Moro, holding a spatula and tied an apron, regretted it very much. If he turned to the brothel on the left instead of the bathhouse on the right at the third intersection after leaving the Confucian Gate, or if he didn't care about being caught when passing the market If the punishment of his brother had thrown a whole street, and if he hadn't taken that seemingly benign and harmless guy as a hostage, he would still be able to escape.

and many more.

The first two may still be available, and the last may seem a bit redundant.

The person was caught right, and the words were harsh, but at least there was a clue.

—he died, a terrible death.

What's the big deal, dead is dead.

"Hey, are you cooking or killing? Why is the voice getting louder?"

——It is said that he was used as a sacrifice by Juhun Manor and burned to death, leaving no bones left!

Five 60-year-old bad old man, let him die, anyway, I will not let him go after I bring him back.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

--he died.

It's so pitiful that she died in a foreign country, tsk tsk, Yinyan will definitely cry.Also claiming to be a great Confucian man from China, with such a short life, it made the deity go for nothing!

"Hey! Brat, are you deaf?"

--he died.

Ahhh, it's so loud, I know he's dead!You don't need to remind me over and over again!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and Sulshimara kicked hard under the stove, "...you wait for me! If there is a chance, I won't make you dumb and call Sulshimara in vain!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a few melon seed husks shot towards his temples, and Sulshimo Luo subconsciously tilted his head and looked to the left dissatisfied.

The woman looked at him gloomyly, "You still want to make me dumb? Ha, you are so brave!"

"...You just know now?" Sulshimoluo held back the chills all over his body, scraped the shovel tremblingly across the bottom of the pot, and turned the shovel expressionlessly, regardless of his head full of melon seeds, "Auntie, Don't you think you talk too much?"

The woman covered her ears, looked at Sultan Moro from head to toe several times with weird eyes, and finally asked, "Stinky boy, are you in a bad mood?"

not in a good mood?

joke.

He was in a good mood, very good, he couldn't be better, after three months of searching, he finally found some clues, now he only needs to find an opportunity to leave the Confucianism sect, grab the continuation of fate and torture him...

What continuation?

White?

Slaughtering Mo Luo ran to the woman in two or three steps, his eyes suddenly fierce, "What is the relationship between Su Xuyuan and Su Zhenzhen?"

The woman waved her hand in disgust, "Stay away from me, it stinks."

The corner of his mouth twitched, Slaughtering the World Moro retreated instead of advancing, the spatula was swung violently in his hand, as if it was his magic weapon, the oil stars flying around scared the woman to scream, "Ahhh Ah! Go away! If you don’t go away, I’ll soak you in a jar of stinky tofu!”

"..."

Unbearable to look back on the past, Sulshi Moluo held his forehead fiercely, actually took half a step back, and after putting down his hand, he smiled brightly.

The woman was barely satisfied, "Keep this distance, dare to take half a step, you, just wait for the tank!"

"I mean... Aunt Mei," Slaughter Moro secretly rolled his eyes, his movements suddenly became agile, but he was not so aggressive. What a wonderful young man, how can you bear to treat me like this?"

Listen to your fake monsters.

The woman was wiping her face with a square scarf between her two fingers, and she sneered, "Young man, since the first day you were arrested by the master, no one in the Confucian school will believe this sentence."

On the first day he fell into the Confucian school, Sulshi Moluo spent a lot of time appealing to his difficulties, and then when everyone was about to believe him, he made a major and wrong decision-to attack Shulou Longsu.

So much for audacity.

The woman couldn't help but think of the scene where Sulshi Moro was knocked out by his master's fan. The scene was so refreshing that people couldn't help applauding!

It's a pity that I don't have that ability, why did I assign such trouble to her?

Ugh.

"By the way, what did you ask just now?" the woman asked boredly.

Sultan Moro rolled his eyes again, "Su Xuyuan, what's the relationship with Su really?"

"Father and son," the woman said, "the precious son of Su Xianren in a difficult situation, tsk tsk, that is the treasure in the palm of the hand that can make Su Daxian furious at the touch of a touch. You may not believe it, don't look cute at that child, but before. It is said that Su Zhenzhen was almost killed by someone who is worse than you. Not to mention, if you met him more than ten years earlier, with your bad temper, maybe you can still get along with each other."

Sulshi Moro didn't believe it.

"Why don't you speak? Are you dumb?" The woman glanced at him.

Sulshimo Luo threw the spatula on the stove, put on a fake face, kneaded his arms to relax his body, and said, "Tired."

The woman was taken aback by his gesture, and blinked blankly, "Oh... let's rest first." Sulshimo Luo was about to nod, when the woman added with a smile, "But don't forget that you still have 240 six copies. Didn't make supper."

"...Auntie, so you are already so old that your hands and feet are paralyzed?"

"Hey kid, are you looking for—"

Before the word "fight" came out, the topic of Killing World Moro suddenly changed, "So if I hold Su Xuyuan hostage, will I be able to threaten Su Zhenzhen?"

The square scarf fell to the ground, and the woman jumped up in shock, her face turned dark immediately, "I warn you, brat, if you really fight against Su, there will be no good end! Don't even think about renewing your relationship with Su!"

Slaughter Moro raised his eyebrows, obviously not intimidated by her, "Isn't he a righteous leader? I have no other ideas, and there are the most ways to deal with this kind of person."

The woman's complexion changed, and the expression of Killer Moro didn't look like she was joking, but yesterday she was ordered to find a way to get someone to apologize to Su Xuyuan in person, Killer Moro's thoughts almost made this task difficult Climb to unattainable heights.

"You wait!" The woman made a decision, "I'll let the master clean you up!"

"The God Gu Wenhuang No. [-]?"

"Don't give the master a messy name!"

……

The woman's name is Mei Zhihan, and her status in Confucianism is not high, but she is not low either. She is in charge of the distribution of food in the servant's room, and she has a bit of prestige in the servant's world. She is called Aunt Mei, and she is quite appreciated by the superiors. .Even so, to meet the master, one still has to go through the inspection of the master's personal maid.

The Confucian dragon head is good at cooking, but he loves to be clean. If he brings some dirty things into his living room and he finds out, let alone those "appreciation" will become "cold treatment" in the blink of an eye. .

The personal maid's name is Mu Xianfeng. In two months, the Confucian school will open its new school, and all noble and poor families will enroll. The Confucian school is busy building the dormitories of the new school. You need to report to Mu Xianfeng one by one.

Now is not a good time.

Mu Xianfeng was in her living room meeting with people sent from various places to report accounts. Two rows of tables and chairs were lined up outside the compound, and the housekeeper asked them to enter one by one.Mei Zhihan came late and waited until dawn to have a chance, but unexpectedly the housekeeper came out and told him that it was too late and asked her to come back tomorrow.

Mei Zhihan stomped his feet, he said that this matter is not big or small, the master didn't care about that kid at first, but just left her here to suffer coldly.Even if he ran out, he only ordered her to bring it back, and did not reinforce others. If it wasn't for Su Xuyuan, how could the master invite someone to invite the Chaotic Crazy Sword?

Now that kid wants to make the same mistake again and again, if she really did something, her days in the Confucianism Sect will probably be over!

Mei Zhihan had no choice but to ask the housekeeper to help out more, say a few nice words, and say that there is something important and must be done today.

The housekeeper thought for a while, "Okay, but I only bring words, what's the result..."

"The butler is doing his best, Zhihan understands the importance."

"Well, just wait."

The housekeeper entered for a quarter of an hour, and when he came out, his expression was a little subtle, and he even winked to suggest, "Zhihan, there have been some mistakes in the account room today, Miss Feng, you also know these few days... Miss, at this time, you will lose your temper." More violent."

Mei Zhihan immediately reacted, and raised her voice, "It's just right, Zhihan just happened to know some health-care recipes, and the girl might be able to use them. I'm afraid that the girl is too busy with official duties to taste them."

As soon as she finished speaking, a tired female voice came from inside, "Aunt Mei, don't say anything, come in."

The butler smiled at him and turned sideways to make way for him.

Mei Zhihan quickly walked in, stopped at the censer at the corner, and stood still outside the screen, "Young lady is well."

Mu Xianfeng nodded behind the screen, still sitting steadily, but there was a bit of a girl's lightness in her words, "Aunt Lao Mei has waited for a long time, it is Xianfeng's rudeness. If there is something important, Aunt Mei will just say it."

How should I put it, although she is a light girl, she is not lacking in majesty.

After all, it should be a long time to catch up with the court, Mei Zhihan thought she was tired, so he must not talk too long, so he immediately reported what happened in the servant's room one by one, "I heard about the details. Ro..."

……

Mei Zhihan ran back to the kitchen, while Killer Moluo was squatting at the door with gnocchi, sucking and swallowing, 240 and six snacks disappeared as expected, and when he saw her, he raised his chopsticks, "Hey, have a bowl? "

Mei Zhihan was out of breath when he ran, and he didn't stop when he got to the ground. He picked up the person and ran away, "Smelly boy, I will take you to see the master right now, remember to be polite, and don't bump into the guests. You are not allowed to sit, keep your mouth clean, and remember to call seniors. If you make a mistake, say that you did too much today, push it on me, don’t fight with others, how old you are, you are still like a child I don't know how to measure..."

There are many corridors and alleys in the Confucian school, and Mei Zhihan's mouth didn't stop after winding around for half a moment.

Slaughter Moro glanced at the big man who was resting firmly in his hand, stared at her back for a while, and then sneered, "Oh, I didn't expect that God Two is more troublesome than God One! ? Do you need someone to sweep the floor, sprinkle flowers and lay carpets in front of you when you go out? Don’t be a girl disguised as a man?”

girl...

Damn...

Right ...

Mei Zhihan, who just ran to the main entrance, turned livid, "You, you shut up!!"

Mu Xianfeng walked out from the corner and said helplessly, "Aunt Mei, please keep your voice down."

Mei Zhihan nodded in embarrassment, Slaughter Moro sneered, pulled her back and pushed her back, and looked Mu Xianfeng up and down, "You are the butterfly of Shen Er? Come, come, come, I ask you, are you good at bending?" Knife? Do you still like to change clothes? Do you still have a suitor who has a bad mouth and is not as handsome as me? That suitor was beaten off a cliff by his father-in-law, your master Shen Er? Blind and insane for three years?"

Mu Xianfeng: "..." What kind of sad setting is this?

Mei Zhihan: "..." This unlucky child's life is very slim.

Mu Xianfeng took a step back to stay away from the devilish energy coming out of her body, and ignored his nonsense, "Master invites you in."

After all, he is Emperor Shura, no matter how foolish he is, he can't be sorry for the word "respect", so Sulshimo Luo shook his sleeves, and stuffed the embarrassing lumps in Mei Zhihan's hands, "Girl, lead the way."

Mu Xianfeng twitched the corner of her mouth, her palms were itchy for some reason.

Slaughtering Mo Luo triumphantly stepped into the living room, but sitting in the elegant hall was not only Shulou Longsu who trapped him in the world of Confucianism, but also a handsome Taoist in purple clothes.

Shulou Longsu waved his fan with a half-smile, "I heard that you want to hold Su hostage to continue the fate, is it true to threaten Su?"

This was the first sentence that Slaughter Moro heard after entering the room. He glanced at the purple-clothed Taoist and said with a smile, "So what?"

Shulou Longsu narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows at the Taoist. The purple-clothed Taoist paused for a moment on Sulshi Moluo, and then nodded at Shulou Longsu.

Shulou Longsu smiled, showing small dimples on his cheeks, and said, "I just want to ask you, would you like to accept the help of Confucianism from all over the world."

Sulshi Moro was surprised for a moment, but he thought of another thing in the blink of an eye, "Conditions?"

"It's very simple, just tell us, why did you come here? And," Shulou Longsu's soft expression flashed sharply, making Slaughter Moro reflexively think of the words "hidden knife in a smile", "Also, What is 'God II'."

It is Shi Yanwen's dream that the magic can't move the city, Xie Fengdi looks at the snowy sky and thinks.

This time was different, Shi Yanwen couldn't react, the body of the piano reverberated for a long time, he had already boarded the Qilin Palace from the viewing platform, and stood at the gate of the side hall, but Shi Yanwen still couldn't react.

"Yanwen?" Whether people could hear him or not, he always wanted to say hello, "Yanwen, I... came in."

The sound of the piano is neither urgent nor slow, and the melody remains unchanged.

Breathing is very weak.

Xie Fengdi spread out his folding fan, and there were still knife marks left by the red dragon shadow on the fan, and the emerald lotus leaf was cut in half.The moment the fan left marks, Shi Yanwen's face was almost panic-stricken. It is very difficult for a person to control his expression in a critical moment. In any case, at that moment, Shi Yanwen was really worried that the fan would be destroyed.

This is a token, although Shi Yanwen never admitted it.

After closing his eyes and meditating for a while, Xie Fengdi suddenly pushed open the door of the side hall.

Yunluo Xisha floated to the feet, white satin tassels rolled over the marble slabs, the cold moonlight cast down from the unicorn glass skylight, a qin violin lay in the dark corner and echoed alone, Xie Fengdi was flew by The shark's eyes are delusional.

The seal-cut unicorn mural began to wander around in a trance, as if it was about to break out of the encirclement and bloom with splendor.Shi Yanwen was lying on the piano table, sleeping deeply, and the crocodile made the figure weaker and weaker.

Xie Fengdi didn't expect the content of his dream, he was still sleeping.

"Yanwen?"

The ethereal voice came from far to near, Shi Yanwen still didn't wake up, the gray traces of time accumulated on the coat in the corner, the night wind spun around the hall, and the gray layer was magnified infinitely under the moonlight.

Just at this time, the overwhelming pressure descended like a mountain!

Xie Fengdi subconsciously supported his knee.

"Hmm...you don't forget to protect yourself even in your dreams, so how can you sleep well? Ha—"

The moment the eyelids were lowered, the lowered eyes inadvertently saw the uncomfortably folded legs and the exposed arms at the corner of the dark table.

The laughter stuck in his throat, and Xie Fengdi's pupils shrank.He seemed to have seen something incomprehensible, and he staggered forward under the pressure until he was only a few steps away from the low table.

Large areas of burns, interlaced finger marks, twisted wrists.

"Haemolysis and severed fingers, broken muscles and bones, and..."

The sound of the piano was still so soothing, but Xie Fengdi tightened his clothes around his heart for no reason.The slack in the blink of an eye gave the pressure an opportunity to sneak in, almost making him fall to his knees.

The half of the face buried deep in the arm was bloodless, far less ugly than the hands with abnormally protruding joints and blood scabs, and there was only one scar.

Like tooth marks, like tear marks.Just within eye reach, right at the corner of Shi Yanwen's tightly pursed lips.

Xie Fengdi's heart skipped a beat, he wanted to see more clearly, but he couldn't straighten his legs at all.

"Senior," Xie Fengdi gritted his teeth, and there seemed to be a storm gathering in his eyes, "I know...you are also in the dream, help...help me!"

He wanted the Buddha to help him see clearly, but after a faint sigh came, the transfigured spirit pearl hit his forehead hard.

Xie Fengdi felt as if he had been slapped in the head, his face was full of astonishment, his pupils scattered for a moment, his body disintegrated, and he was pulled out of the dream like a shred of tobacco.

The soul of the Buddha appeared beside Shi Yanwen. He looked at Shi Yanwen's sleeping face, and his usually straightforward hand hesitated a little bit, and slowly fell to his collar...

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly.

The faint light flooded in, and the darkness sublimated in an instant. When the strong light hurt the Buddha's eyes, Shi Yanwen raised his head, and Gujing's blue eyes were extremely clear under the light.

"Senior, as No.1 in the Central Plains, will you be confused by appearances?"

That is to say, seeing is not necessarily believing?

Boom!

The smoke and rain are like fog, the sky seems to have cracked countless holes, the dark clouds are driven together, and the sadness floats in the eyes.

The compassionate Buddha stood in front of the window, chuckled silently, and turned his head to look at Xie Fengdi.The young master in blue was still lost in front of the window, the sky outside the window was dark and gloomy, the morning sun was covered by dark clouds, and the sound of dripping rain was ringing in the forest.

The Buddha still has a seal of Buddha.

Raising the hand and bending the arm, holding the palm outward, is the "fearless seal" of Buddhism. According to legend, it originated from Sakyamuni, implying fearlessness, peace and comfort.

"Amitabha."

Suddenly, the silent atmosphere was broken by an extremely huge muffled thunder!

Xie Fengdi got up abruptly, the paleness of his face was illuminated by lightning, he shook his body as if venting his strength, and his nails dug into the window frame.

He felt nothing, no fear, no peace, no comfort, nothing at all.He smiled, his voice was like an old log that had been cut and fallen in a thunderstorm, making the last struggle of his life. After the struggle, he was silently waiting for death in the mud.

Shi Yanwen slept deeply in the room, that power must have been used too much, Xie Fengdi thought, once in the snow mountain, once in Shitian Shicui, once in Fudocheng, maybe Shi Yanwen used it in other places as well.

He didn't even have the strength to dream, and he didn't even notice that outsiders appeared. He must sleep for a long time this time.

If he was not too tired, he might have the opportunity to approach the side hall,

The light lotus fragrance continued to ferment, Xie Fengdi clenched the folding fan, moved his knees that had been sitting stiff all night, turned around and walked outside, slowly closed the small door, and stopped in the rain.

"I shouldn't... Su Mou, I shouldn't have taken you to Fudo City."

The Buddha shook his head and sighed softly, and returned to the Lingzhu.

Outside the door, the rain all over the sky blurred Feng Di's vision, the fragrance of lotus was gradually dispersed by the rain, and the left and right unicorns outlined the radiance and rushed out.

On the mountainside, Su Xuyuan and Qu Shitu met unexpectedly.

At the foot of the mountain, people with broken arms came together.

The wind and rain should stop.