no tomb song

Huancui Pavilion is at the highest point in the garden.In midsummer, surrounded by trees, it looks extremely quiet.

Ning Shu walked halfway, when he heard some voices coming from the pavilion, they were discussing the arrangement of dance and music in the banquet.After a while, people respectfully took their leave.Ning Shu dodged behind the tree, seeing that the man's footsteps were flimsy, and he was just an ordinary person in charge.

Suddenly there was a soft voice above his head: "Xiao Shu'er, what are you doing sneaky."

Ning Shu jumped up to the edge of the pavilion, opened the bamboo curtain, and saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl with double buns, finely grinding a handful of dried wild sage.

Ning Shu sat down opposite her, poured himself a cup of herbal tea, and said casually, "The manager of Lan Kwai Fong has changed?"

Madam Bai said indifferently, "People from the palace."

Ning Shu hesitated and said, "But..."

Mrs. Bai calmly said: "Materials in the Jianghu are decided by the methods of the Jianghu; disputes in the temple can only be resorted to in the temple." Her voice is clear and clear, just like a young girl in cardamom age, but the words she speaks are time-honored. Talk of wind and frost.

Ning Shu remembered Han Kuang's words just now, and was silent for a moment.

Madam Bai looked up at him: "What's the matter?"

Ning Shu hesitated for a moment, and expressed his doubts about Taixuan Scripture and Guiyang Heart Sutra.When it came to mentioning the Bai family in Yinzhou, Mrs. Bai stopped what she was doing, and suddenly smiled: "He found out clearly. He must have felt that the monk was talking too much."

Ning Shu was startled and said, "Mingjue? Zen Master Mingjue on the Sengxing River?"

Mrs. Bai nodded: "The old monk has lived too long and knows a little bit about everything. He also has a nagging nature, and he will recite Buddhist scriptures to whomever he catches." She showed a trace of nostalgia: "But he also has decades. It’s out of the way. The back mountain of Shaolin Temple is a clean and good place.”

Ning Shu didn't care about any monks, and asked closely: "So... what Han Kuang said is true, and the Taixuan Scripture is only half a scripture?"

Mrs. Bai glanced at him: "How do I know if it's half a book or not? It's been hundreds of years since our ancestors entered the Southwest. Besides, there is no Bai family now. If you talk about me, what will others not know?" The Wuling Jue is the only kung fu." She frowned suddenly in the middle of her speech: "But that kung fu and the Taixuan Sutra are completely opposite two ways of kung fu, so how can it be the same kung fu... ..."

Ning Shu's heart skipped a beat: "It's the kung fu that you taught me? Isn't that the kung fu of the Acacia Sutra?"

Mrs. Bai's expression turned low: "It's a long time ago, and the origin has long been untestable. There are many similarities between the Wuling Jue and the Hehuan Sutra, and it seems to be the same kung fu. However, this kung fu has too many restrictions. If there is no special opportunity, It’s a waste of effort to practice.”

Ning Shu thought of how she practiced Kung Fu, and fell into a depression for a while.

Madam Bai looked at him, and suddenly said: "Your senior brother, how are you doing recently?"

Ning Shu raised her head in a daze, not knowing what she meant behind her words.

Madam Bai reached out and touched his face: "The pain in Bihe Temple, do you want to suffer again?"

Ning Shu couldn't help shivering, and lowered her head.

Mrs. Bai smiled: "A smart person is only a wise person." Then she grabbed a handful of dried wild sucrose and grinded it up: "Don't even think about passing on the Wuling Jue to him. He There are two kinds of Gu on the body now, if there is a slight disturbance in the meridian, there will be fear of life."

Ning Shu was dumbfounded for a while when she revealed what she was thinking, "He saved my life after all..."

Madam Bai stopped, and suddenly said: "You think he seeks benevolence, don't you?"

Ning Shu's heart tightened, before she could speak, she heard Mrs. Bai say: "Dai'e, go and bring that person here."

Ning Shu was in doubt, Madam Bai squinted her eyes, and said softly: "Little Shu'er, although you always have weird thoughts, your mother is my aunt's real sister, and my aunt always loves you. You Say?"

Ning Shu knew that she, like Xu Ziwu, had an unpredictable temperament.Although she has always been kind to herself, it is obvious that she has seen the way she treats others, and she is always uneasy in her heart: "Aunt...he has no grievances or enmity with us..."

Mrs. Bai smiled inexplicably: "You and Xu Ziwu also have no enmity or enmity."