Poor monks do not break the precepts

Zheng Fengnian was confused at first, but now he finally got a general idea, "XingXiu Sword Manual?"

Xin Li vigilantly observed any disturbances around him, and his eyebrows would twitch when there was any slight movement, but fortunately, it was all a false alarm.

Watching chariots and horses is easy work, but it is also extremely boring, especially for Ji Deen's impatient temper.

When Zheng Fengnian went outside the valley, he didn't see any chariots, horses or Ji Deen, nor did he see any traces of fighting. He had no choice but to follow the marks of the wheels rolling on the road. After a long while, he found that he was enjoying the scenery by the Canglang River.

When Huai Mingmo walked to Taniguchi, it was not long after Zheng Fengnian drove back.

But Ji Deen complained: "It took you a long time to travel around, almost two hours."

"Isn't it just a good time for you to come and enjoy the scene, come back early, Brother Deen, wouldn't it be a pleasure to see it?"

Ji Deen thrust two fingers straight at Huai Mingmo's black eyes, and Xinli was so frightened that he tried to stop him, but he withdrew his hand when it touched Huai Mingmo's eyelashes, "Sometimes I really suspect that you are pretending to be blind on purpose. Pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger." Before the words came out, Ji Deen had already regretted it, and knew that the apology would only add to the sadness, so he simply said nothing.

The eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, just covering Huai Mingmo's sad and sad eyes, and when he looked up again, his eyes were shining brightly, "Brother Deen, be careful not to offend me, otherwise I will take revenge one day and make you cry .”

"I won't be afraid of you when I ask Monk Xu Sheng for some advice."

Xin Li suddenly became interested in what this young master Biao said, and asked for Huai Mingmo: "Monk Xu Sheng is good at martial arts?"

Ji Deen nodded and shook his head again, making people unable to understand what he wanted to express. After pondering for a while, he said: "He himself only knows some superficial Shaolin Kungfu, but he is very good at analyzing other martial arts and the weaknesses of individuals who practice martial arts. He pointed out that it is better than practicing martial arts for ten years. So I go to Shaolin for a few more days every year, I just hope he can see a few more shortcomings in me, so that at the end of the year, when my father tests me and my elder brother's martial arts, I will often be scolded."

Huai Mingmo supported Zheng Fengnian, stepped on the low stool under his feet and climbed into the carriage, said with a smile: "No wonder the uncle said that you have made rapid progress in martial arts in the past two years, so it turns out that you have expert guidance."

Yaowang Valley is located at the foot of the back mountain of Jishi Mountain, and one can reach the Wuwang Cliff of Jishi Mountain by going up the steps of the mountain, which is where Xusheng Withered Grass Cottage is located.

Usually Shaolin monks seldom come here, most of the brothers of the same generation will only look for Xusheng to chat in the main hall or temple, and occasionally they can’t find Xusheng in the temple, so they will let their disciples come to Kucaolu to invite people, so there is no predicament It is quiet and lonely all the year round, even if someone occasionally comes from the back mountain, no one will notice.

Chen Xiang escaped from Xinli's hands, worried that the other party did it intentionally, intending to put a long line, so he deliberately took a detour in the mountains to hide, until he was sure that no one was following him, and then turned to Wuwangya.

At this time, in the middle of the night, the first-quarter moon hangs in the dark silk-like sky, shining like stars in the sea of ​​stars.Chen Xiang walked forward slowly, the more he took a step, the more he felt the loss of strength, and seeing that he was about to reach the withered grass hut, he couldn't take any more steps.Due to the onset of toxicity in her throat, she was unable to make a sound, and she was moving forward step by step with only her will.

Just when she was about to fall, she was suddenly supported by someone, and with great strength, she mouthed out the identity of the person, "The landlord..."

"You are deeply poisoned." Xu Sheng took out the antidote from his sleeve and gave it to Chen Xiang.

Even if there is an antidote to detoxify it is not a matter of time, Xu Sheng picked up the agarwood without any hesitation and walked straight to the withered grass hut, but he did not turn into his bedroom, but walked to the study on the right.He raised his hand to flip the mechanism on the bookshelf, and carefully placed Chen Xiang on the exercise couch in the secret room.

Chen Xiang saw Xu Sheng moved a Zen chair from the corner and hurriedly got up to make way for it, but Xu Sheng pushed it down abruptly, "You don't need to get up, I'll just sit here."

"Yes." Chen Xiang was grateful, closed his eyes and meditated to detoxify for a long time, Xu Sheng never left the table for a long time, sitting beside her silently, as if guarding her, as if waiting.

Perhaps it was caused by the toxicity. Chen Xiang fell into a drowsy sleep during the detoxification period. When she was in a light sleep, she suddenly heard rustling noises around her, but her eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms, and she couldn't open them even with all her strength. There is no breath of innocence.

The wind is full of the cliff, rolling the cliff edge like a waterfall, the wind whistling endlessly, the ancient pines are annoyed and rustling, the autumn wind blows across the cliff, and drifts to the martial arts forest that has never been calm at the foot of Jishi Mountain. Stop, as if the world is always so noisy.

Xu Sheng was standing on the edge of the cliff with Minghe Guqin in his arms, looking at the bright moon, letting the strong wind blow over his clothes, he was as motionless as a thousand-year-old stone standing on the edge of the cliff, so quiet, so quiet that it made people feel terrible.

After a long time, Xu Sheng sat down at the stone table under the old tree, slowly put down the guqin and began to play, the sound that rose from his fingertips was not like the sound of the qin, it was the sorrow of the orphans left behind in this world, the anger of hating the gods and Buddhas, it was as powerful as a bamboo His imposing manner has the desolation of corpses strewn all over the field, but there is no serenity and calm that he has shown.

"Lord." Chen Xiang doesn't know the melody, she can't hear the emotions in Xu Sheng's piano sound, she only knows that Xu Sheng loves to play the piano, but he rarely plays the piano, and every time he plucks the strings, it must be when he is in a bad mood.

Xu Sheng's ten fingers slammed down on the guqin, the sound of the qin stopped abruptly, and there was another "crack", blood gushed from Xu Sheng's knuckles in an instant, and he gently pushed the broken string of the guqin aside, "Bring it to Mr. Bianji tomorrow .”

"Yes." Chen Xiang embraced Qin, smiled lightly and said, "Mr. Bian Ji has to cry again."

"How did you get poisoned? Was it Shen Mengjun's doing?"

"My subordinates were about to get the Xingxiu sword manual, and saw her approaching the tulip tree where the fake sword manual was hidden, looking around and wanting to climb the tree, so they started fighting." Being so humiliated, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she said angrily, "I didn't expect her to use poison powder to sneak attack, and the smell on her body makes people smell even more vague."

"When He Huan Zhai's You Huan Cup kicks in, a faint fragrance will be emitted from the skin. The fragrance will not only make people feel in a trance, but also an aphrodisiac to lure men to joy."

"It doesn't seem to be useful for Mr. Ruthless."

"Your injury was caused by Huai Mingmo?" Xu Sheng asked casually, thinking of Huai Mingmo's temper, he felt that his thoughts were absurd, "Or that man named Xin Li?"

"I deliberately scratched myself." Seeing Xu Sheng's confused face, Chen Xiang scratched his head and explained: "After I was poisoned, I couldn't concentrate in the fight, and I gradually lost the wind, so I scratched myself to refresh myself."

"How did you get away?" Saying the question that was lingering in his heart, Xu Sheng looked coldly at the dense forest behind Chen Xiang.

"The scholar let me go on purpose. At first I thought they were trying to take the opportunity to follow me, but it wasn't at all."

Xu Sheng used his internal force to sweep up a few fallen leaves at his feet, and then he flew out with force from his wrist. There were several dull and deep sounds in the forest, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, but his words were very gentle, "Did Huai Mingmo take you back?"

"He has never made a move, and he has been standing on the side all the time, and he is very absorbed in listening." The crisis has been resolved, Chen Xiang rarely showed a relaxed side, sitting beside Xu Sheng, resting his cheeks with his palms, and said relaxedly: "Not only did you not catch me back He also dismissed Shen Mengjun, saying that bullying the few with the more is not what a gentleman should do."

Xu Sheng was stunned for a moment, the frost in his eyes gradually dissipated, and suddenly Qing Jun gave a free and easy smile, there was no trace of contempt in the laughter, and he didn't feel that Huai Mingmo's actions were stupid in his heart.His smiling eyes were very clear and pure, and he joked in a pleasant tone: "It's like his style."

Chen Xiang has followed Xu Sheng for many years, and has never seen such a pure smile from him. He was a little stunned for a while, and then saw Xu Sheng looking at him in confusion, and said with an embarrassed smile: "I think he is too stupid to waste such a great opportunity. .”

"A gentleman doesn't take advantage of the situation." Xu Sheng praised: "It's a pity that there are many hypocrites in the world, and it's rare to see one who looks good." Xu Sheng tapped the stone table with his fingertips rhythmically, and his bland eyebrows and eyes were raised. With a hint of worry, "It's just that a gentleman is the most difficult to establish a foothold in the martial arts, and it is inevitable that he will suffer."

"Since when did you change your sex and start worrying about other people's affairs?" Fengyan was already attractive, but Chen Xiang smiled and looked even more evil. She stared at Xusheng as if she wanted to see through his unreasonable concern for Huaimingmo intention of.

Xu Sheng's expression is always indifferent, he did his best to hide his panic, and said with a smile: "Just say it casually." Changing his mind, he changed the subject and said doubtfully: "Yaowang Valley is in the south of Jishi Mountain, a little distance from Shaolin. The distance is only based on your lightness kung fu, so it won't go so slowly, what happened?"

When he mentioned it, Chen Xiang was really delayed when he met a talent, and he couldn't help complaining: "I met an acquaintance of yours in the Valley of the Medicine King, and he was hiding near a lonely grave in the middle of the mountain. He didn't know what he was doing there. Later he found me , I had no choice but to go forward and ask, but instead of answering me, he said it was a secret, and even dragged me to blow the cold wind on the mountainside of Yaowang Valley, listening to him chatting for a long time."

"The star tower is here?" Xu Sheng was quite surprised at first, then thought of Yue Yu's letter, he smiled and said, "The well-raised flowers will be ruined by him again."

"Huagongzi is a person who likes flowers, how can he be ruined by him?"

Xu Sheng snorted coldly: "The place where he lives is dark all day long, where is it suitable for growing flowers, even the grass can't grow, it's a waste of my efforts."

"It's just a green hibiscus plant, and I didn't see you bothering to take care of it." Chen Xiang took off his mask, and helped Xu Sheng's hand apply the hemostatic powder.

"Isn't it that I always take care of it quietly, so it can grow so well?"

Seeing that Xu Sheng was angry, Chen Xiang shook her head and smiled secretly. She pondered for a while, narrowed her phoenix eyes and said: "Chen Xiang asked the landlord something." He whispered: "Why are you being so nice to Mr. Wuqing?"

"No." Xu Sheng immediately denied it, got up and walked into the house: "Let Mr. Bian Ji find out the origin of the Baoyue Mountain Silver Needle as soon as possible."

After hesitating for a long while, Chen Xiang knelt down and said, "The landlord made an atonement. When I went, the bag of Yueshan silver needles had been taken away, and now it is in the hands of Mr. Wuqing."

"Oh." Seemingly unexpected, but also expected, Xu Sheng said lightly before entering the house: "Have someone dispose of the corpse. You can send someone to covertly protect you in the next few days. You can go back to recuperate for a few days." Bar."

Chen Xiang's hand holding the mask stopped in mid-air, and said playfully: "You are obviously being talked about by me, you refuse to admit it, and you deliberately dismiss me." Before she finished speaking, she put on the mask and returned to her usual cold and frosty appearance , "This subordinate will retire."

Xu Sheng leaned against the tightly closed door, raised his jaw slightly, looked at the wooden beams in the house, and inadvertently remembered the situation in Wentao Pavilion, those eyes shining like the scorching sun in the dark as ink room, bright and clear , making Xu Sheng unforgettable for a long time.Xu Sheng laughed at himself, people who can see always cannot see the slightest light in the dark; people who cannot see are like a mirror, and there is light everywhere.

"Master?" The door next to the piano room was opened from the inside, and a young monk who was about the same age as Ye Yuan came out with a blink of an eye.

"Zigui, why are you up?" Xu Sheng lit the red candle, held the candlestick and walked to Zigui's side, "Did Master wake you up?"

Zigui shook his head sleepily, and said vaguely: "I'm thirsty, I want to come out to find water."

Xu Sheng took the cold water bottle from the dining table, said with a light smile, "You go to the bed and wait, Master will go to the small kitchen to fill you with water." He patted Shi Gui's head, and pushed him back to the bedroom.After turning around and returning to the bedroom, Xu Sheng found that Zigui had fallen asleep on the bed, he shook his head helplessly and smiled, he helped Zigui cover the thin quilt before returning to the low couch to rest.

That night, he didn't sleep well, and he kept dreaming about the dream he had when he first met Huai Mingmo, dreaming that those starry eyes were staring at him, seeing himself as having nowhere to hide.

Morning bells and evening drums, the faint morning light sprinkled like gold powder, Wuwangya regained its tranquility, as if the storm at night was just God's nightmare, and everything came alive when waking up from the dream.It was almost time for the morning class, Xu Sheng washed up a bit and then walked down the Dongshan Mountain, but he didn't go to the Shaolin Hall, but walked to the Cliff of No Return.

There are two protruding and smooth natural stone benches on the edge of the cliff of no return, and an old monk sits cross-legged on one of them.Xu Sheng respectfully stepped forward and saluted with clasped hands, "Master."

Xuan Kong flicked the one hundred and eight Buddha beads in his hand, and looked at Xu Sheng when he heard the sound, he was already familiar with his extravagant monk clothes, and said plainly: "You are back?"

Just like martial arts rumors, although Xu Sheng is the third generation disciple of Shaolin, Xu Sheng's real master is not the generation of Shaolin abbot Master Kujie, but the closed disciple of Master Xuan Kong.Because of this, Xu Sheng has a very high status among his brothers and sisters of the same generation, and those of the hard-working generation treat him as a peer, Master Xuankong does not restrain him, and other Shaolin monks have no right to restrain him, so he often goes in and out Wulin, no one raised objections.