Jianling

Wenting Mountain's inner gate is quiet, with only 30 to [-] people living there. To guard against any heroic family's sudden attack, the houses are far away from each other. The Song family's residence is in the most secluded place.

"I've already seen the juniors you mentioned." Song Mingting's right hand, which has been holding a knife all year round, was covered with calluses, and he brushed lightly from the list page, "Of course the four major sects are outstanding enough, but we can't win them over. .....This Shilian has infinite potential, but I am afraid that he is deeply involved in Shilian's Zen sect, and we cannot have anything to do with the imperial court for the time being."

Song Zhuchang stood upright, his face was against the light, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could vaguely see the handsome and stern outline, with one hand behind his back, holding an upside-down Mo knife, silently waiting for Song Mingting's order, He didn't make a sound.

"Xiao Qi, the few you are looking at...Tan Chuan Lang's brothers, Mei Chuan Wei to Yin, uncle still approves and can win over." Song Mingting raised his eyes and glanced at Song Zhubo's gloomy expression, " Uncle also fell in love with a few, look...for example, a junior from Yangchuan, although young, this time the sword test will be a big show."

Song Zhubo remained silent, Song Mingting laughed a few times, and then said: "You have also watched his games. Yang Chuan is heavy. Xiao Qi, what do you think?"

"...I wrote it." Song Zhubo said coldly, "Opportunistic, impetuous."

"Why are you so harsh on children? Even Xiao Qi, didn't you live impetuously for a while back then?"

"I have brought terrible disasters to my family, so I cannot keep him."

Song Mingting smiled even more, tapped his fingers on the table casually, and said in a soft voice: "No problem. If uncle can save you, he will naturally be able to save him too. When he gets the top 14 rankings, uncle will come forward to accept him." This child will be handed over to you to teach at that time, [-] years old, what a good age."

"He is Mingdingjian's only apprentice."

Song Mingting's smile suddenly disappeared, but he snorted disdainfully through his nasal cavity, and said displeasedly: "Drunken sword? If his master comes over, I can give him some face. What kind of famous hero is a brat who pretends to be a ghost? If it wasn't for Jian With the Spirit Sword Art in his hands, how many people do you think would flatter him like this?"

Song Zhubo has long been used to Song Mingting's moodiness. This man has been insane since Song Mingyun passed away. Even his own son doesn't want to get close to him. Song Zhubo and him are even more cold-eyed. However, Song Mingting would never make such an intimate gesture with Song Zhubo.

"What is your expression? Song Zhubo, don't be stubborn with me. Do you think I can't find out what you have done all these years?" Song Mingting couldn't stand Song Zhubo's cold face at him. He was almost exactly the same as his father, but he didn't know who his temperament followed. Song Mingyun was obviously the most gentle and kind, and he was very good at saving face, but Song Zhubo's cold face was very similar to Song Mingyun's appearance of a real fire, which made Song Mingting so far He still felt guilty when he saw it, so he grabbed a teacup lid and threw it away, "Song Zhubo, it's your father's face that you are alive today, are you really going to break up with the Song family because of a poisonous woman!? "

Song Zhubo couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and left, striding out of the door, Mo Dao followed his movements, carving a deep knife mark on the ground, leaving only a room full of silent servants, a trembling Song Mingting.

Chong Xuan's fifth game has attracted much attention.

He has become the darling of various gambling houses. The gamblers who were optimistic about Guangyuan, Song Chengqing and others in the past few times were all dealt with neatly. Lao Te Lao, in the fifth round, because the disciples of the four famous schools all believed that Shi Lian could only narrowly beat Song Chengqing, while Shen Shenxuan was able to beat Song Chengqing. It can be seen that the victory or defeat of this game is very clear, and it is obvious that Shen Zhongxuan will create another one. success.

——The handicap reached six to one.

But those close to him know that unless Shi Lian deliberately releases water, that weird and unpredictable monk will never lose to a fledgling Chong Xuan.

When Meng Xing silently withdrew from the gambling house, Cen Mu's eyes were already reddened by the teasing, and he threw 20 taels of silver at Chong Xuan to express his unconditional support and support for his brother.

Feng Henwan and Meng Xing are the same, they didn't even enter the gambling house, and sighed and patted Shen Xuan on the shoulder: "Do what you can, do what you can."

"How powerful is Shi Lian?"

Meng Xing stuffed the purse back into his bosom, lowered his eyes and said, "He hasn't used more than [-]% of his strength in a single match so far."

Feng Henwan took a sip of his wine and said with a smile: "If we go according to our speculation, he is either the elder brother who was killed by bandits in the Shilian Zen School, or the second elder brother sent by the court. Guess how powerful he is?" ?”

Cen Mu saw that the atmosphere was not in a good mood, so he hurriedly made jokes to make amends: "Hey, then Daoist Meng is really kind to Brother Shen, even though he knew that he would lose, he still went to the casino to cheer for Brother Shen."

"...Huh?" Meng Xing rolled his eyes and smiled, "No, Pindao is betting on Shi Lian."

Cen Mu: "..."

Feng Henwan burst into laughter, almost choking to death on his own saliva.

Shen Zhongxuan was originally depressed, but saw Meng Xing stretching out his hand towards him, with a smile on his face: "This is a good thing, you just go up and fight, and you have to get out of the stage completely, and we will make money."

Shen Zhongxuan finally couldn't help laughing, leaving Cen Mu alone to grieve over Wenyin, who was about to pass away, screaming.

At the same time, in the courtyard where Shi Lian was, Yan Huansheng was playing the qin with his head bowed, his crimson clothes fluttering. On one side of the table, both are playing chess.

Shi Lian lifted a sleeve and dropped a white piece, with a gentle smile, looking sideways at Yan Huansheng, who was concentrating on playing the piano: "Amitabha, Mr. Zhanchun's piano skills are truly unparalleled in the world. It is really a blessing for my three lives to hear it today."

It's not that difficult to listen to Mr. Zhanchun's piano, but it's not easy to walk away alive after listening to it. My master likes to play it.

What's more, if Mr. Zhanchun was to be the luthier, I'm afraid only Feng Lin would have the face.

Feng Lin snorted, noncommittal, and heard Yan Huansheng say: "It should be Yan's honor..."

"Master Zen will play Shen Chongxuan in the next game, who arranged it?" Feng Lin didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and placed a piece on the chessboard.

Yan Huansheng was interrupted by him, so he stopped talking, lowered his head and tapped on the Yueshan of the Guqin, and Shi Lian raised his head: "This is the meaning of the Holy Majesty."

"The Zen Master's meaning is what His Majesty meant, so just say it straight." Feng Lin didn't ask any further questions, but said, "Is this the way Zen Master came up with to make Jianlingjian Jue appear in the world?"

Shi Lian calmly lowered her hand again, and her knocking sound was crisp and clear: "Feng Shaoxia, you should know that Jianling Jianjue appeared as early as the moment Shen Zhongxuan drew his sword to Song Chengqing, it is you who are too obsessed with the drunken sword safety, this is putting the cart before the horse.”

"..."

Feng Lin looked down at the chess game where the defeat was at the beginning, and she was silent for a long time. It was not until Yan Huansheng's Tongmuqin made a sound that he came back to his senses, nodded slightly, and said in a low voice: "I was confused."

"The little monk will still only narrowly win at that time, try to force Shen Xuan to use all he has learned. Afterwards, Drunk Sword will challenge Bi Wuwu, passing you two on the way, I hope..."

"No." Feng Lin frowned slightly, but her tone could not refuse, "Yan Huansheng, you should find a way to lure him away halfway through the fight. You can't hurt him at all. The longer you delay, the better."

Shi Lian paused slightly when playing chess: "What does Feng Shaoxia mean?"

Feng Linyun lifted her robe lightly, calmly: "This is also doing something for His Majesty, and has nothing to do with Zen Master."

"...I hope Shaoxia Feng thinks twice before acting, Mr. Zhanchun is not blindly following..."

The sound of the zither gradually stopped, Yan Huansheng's tone was light, stopped Shi Lian from talking, and only said slowly: "The lord gives orders."

Shi Lian finally remained silent until Feng Lin dropped her last son. He cursed and said with a light smile, "Zen Master, Feng has won."

Shi Lian suddenly remembered that it was only last year that he saw Yan Huansheng for the first time, and it seemed like years.

At that time, Yan Huansheng was in a coma, covered with cold sweat, lying on Feng Lin's not generous back, Shi Lian was sitting in the temple, behind him was a gilded Buddha statue.

"Amitabha."

Shi Lian had never seen Feng Lin look so anxious and terrified. The young man's red clothes were already in tatters. Kui Kong, before he could approach, he stood up and bowed to him: "Why is Feng Shaoxia in such a hurry?"

"Save him." Feng Lin grabbed her clothes and wiped her face, but she wiped her bloody face even more dirty, but he didn't care about other things, even though his eyelashes were covered with blood, he still grabbed Shi Lian. The monk's robe, his lips were trembling, and he tried his best to pretend to be calm, "He is useful, save him."

Shi Lian glanced at the dying Yan Huansheng, who was still young, handsome and clear, also wearing a scarlet robe, whether it was Feng Lin's robe or his own.

However, he has cultivated in the Buddha for several years, and he can see at a glance that this child is unable to recover, his body is weak, there are torn wounds on his abdomen, and half of his ears have been scratched off, probably injured by a fierce beast. It didn't work.Therefore, Shi Lian only shook her head regretfully at Feng Lin: "Young Xia Feng, give up."

Feng Lin was stunned, raised her head in a daze, and calmed down after seeing Shi Lian's expression full of pity, her phoenix eyes curved slightly, and there was a smile from them: "It's not that you can't be saved, Shi Lian, you If you want any benefits, just tell me."

"Young monk really can't..."

"I agree." Feng Lin looked at him with a very serious expression, "I agree to enter the Buddha."

Shi Lian valued Feng Lin at first, because he was calm and calm, no matter what kind of predicament he was in, he remained indifferent as usual, and could always retain the most terrifying and indifferent rationality.

"..."

It's so interesting.It turned out that Lihua Yan would lose his composure in this way.

"Okay, little monk can save him." He said.

The rescue of Shi Lian is the secret of Buddha.

Everyone who enters the pagoda and devotes his life to the pagoda will be given a Gu. This Gu will attack once a month when the moon is full. So the medicine that can be used as a relief was delivered on time. As long as you take it in advance, this month can pass smoothly without any danger.

Other than that, it can help people practice martial arts, travel a thousand miles a day, and give people a sigh of relief when they are dying.

No one can break Feng Lin's arrogance, so he only accepts the imperial court's offer, but he will never enter the pagoda to be loyal to the royal family.What a proud person he is, just like the Changli Sword he wears - the Changli Zhe, Feng Ye.

There are thousands of vermilion birds in the Feng family, but only this one phoenix came out.

"He...will not enter the pagoda."

Shi Lian's movements paused slightly: "The little monk gave you two Gu, but you want the little monk to only report your name, and there will only be one antidote in the future."

Feng Lin was silent, and asked again: "Is it fatal?"

"It just hurts."

"One serving is fine."

Shi Lian frowned slightly, and wanted to persuade her again, but Feng Lin said impatiently: "If you are afraid that he will reveal the story of the Buddha, you might as well erase his memory."

"all?"

"all."

"Okay." Shi Lian smiled, "But Feng Shaoxia, he won't be your weakness, right? People in the Buddha... can't have weaknesses."

Feng Lin glanced at him, raised her sword silently, and cut off half of the boy's seriously injured ear. Blood dripped from Changli's sword. When he stepped out of the temple, the blood seemed to flow like a river in the snow.

His red clothes were blazing like fire, and burned into the color of a red plum in the vast snowy sky.

"He is not."

Shi Lian lowered her head and smiled, "You are really ruthless."

Feng Lin brushed away the hair that was stuck with sweat and blood on her face, her long body stood tall, the melting snow and blood were under his sword, and she answered the irrelevant question: "Is spring coming soon?"

Shi Lian said: "It's not Chinese New Year yet."

Feng Lin ignored him, pondered for a moment, and said, "Put a human skin mask on him. From then on, he will call Yan Huansheng."

Shi Lian clasped his hands together: "Amitabha."

Later, Yan Huansheng woke up, Shi Lian was meditating beside him, and the wooden fish sounded.

Feng Lin looked down at him condescendingly, Yan Huansheng raised his face, ignorant and silent.

"Bold." Feng Lin squatted down, and slowly drew out her sword. Yan Huansheng's gentle and strange eyes were reflected on the sharp sword body, and the blade lightly scratched Yan Huansheng's side face. Feng Lin moved slowly, Shaved off a small piece of scalp from Yan Huansheng's temple, "This time you ran away, I will cut off your left ear, if there is another time, I will lose my life."

Yan Huansheng looked at him and asked softly, "Who are you?"

Feng Lin stretched out her hand, and there was a pill lying in her palm, which was the antidote for the first month that Shi Lian had just given him.

"Eat it." Feng Lin said, "This is a 'dream'. It happens every month. I will give you the antidote once a month. If you dare to defect again, don't blame me for being merciless."

Shi Lian raised her eyelids slightly.

Behind them, the gods and Buddhas sit on the golden platform, with solemn treasures.

The Buddha's light shines everywhere, but it can't illuminate the fool's false talk.

In the silence, Feng Lin said indifferently: "Your name is Yan Huansheng, and you are a dog raised by me, Feng Lin."

Yan Huansheng knelt down slowly and kissed his blood-stained upper.

"Yes, my lord."

The author has something to say: I can't write one percent of the entangled relationship between Lin'er and Zhan Chunjun even if I try my best.Wipe away tears.