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On the stone arch bridge of Daizhou Lake, the monk surrounded by a group of people, although his face was a bit cold, he still didn't really get angry.

As a monk, Qing Ji has a high degree of tolerance, he is very tolerant, and his temperament is much more despicable and indifferent than ordinary people.

At this moment, Qingji was silently watched by a group of onlookers. He slightly lowered his eyes, and his dark eyelashes seemed to cover the emotions in his pupils.

The faces of these people around were either watching the show or sympathizing. They looked at the handsome monk who was favored by a well-known bully in Nan County, and sighed in a low voice: "It seems that another man has suffered."

"No, this Jiu'er is an unreasonable lord, whoever you like, you have to take it home. You said that they are also the granddaughter of Mr. Zhang. Why is Yingzi a lord? Useless scrap metal?"

As soon as the man finished speaking, he was gently nudged with an elbow by the person beside him, "Keep your voice down, if it wasn't for Zhang Jiu'er not paying attention here, what you said just now is enough for you to bear! "

Hearing this, the man immediately glanced at Zhang Jiuer, who was in a domineering state, with some fear, and was relieved to see that the little devil's eyes were focused on this handsome young monk. What, the man sighed, shook his head lightly and said, "It's a pity, it's a pity."

"Hey... you said, they are all sisters, born from the same mother's womb, but the temperament of these two sisters is so far apart..."

"..."

Compared with the few words and discussions of these people around, Qingji, who has never spoken, seems unexpectedly quiet. Compared with the bright lights all over the street, Qingji's body seems to be completely isolated from these fireworks.

Standing in front of Qingji, Zhang Jiuer saw that the monk hadn't said a word. If it was the past, he would have exhausted his patience and ordered his subordinates to forcibly take away the man he liked.

But today, maybe because the monk's appearance is too handsome, or maybe because the quietness between the monk's brows more or less infected her, Zhang Jiu'er could hardly be patient, and treated this good-looking young monk. He repeated what he said just now: "Monk, take this lantern and follow me home."

Qing Ji heard the words, but still didn't speak, he seemed to ignore the existence of Zhang Jiu'er, and it seemed that he didn't want to pay attention to this vexatious woman at all.

Seeing this, Zhang Jiuer's complexion sank, and his face instantly collapsed: "You monk, if you don't listen to what you say, don't blame me for doing it."

As soon as Zhang Jiu'er finished speaking, she waved her hand and gave an order: "Go!" As soon as the voice fell, more than [-] strong thugs quickly squeezed out from the crowd, and surrounded Qing Ji.

Chen Yu, who saw everything on the stone arch bridge, frowned, "This woman is too domineering."

Compared with Chen Yu's focus, Shi Shi, who saw the whole scene in his eyes, was more of a sigh and curiosity, "This Nan County is really different. The bullies in other places are almost all men. Here in Nan County , the roles are reversed, which is interesting.”

Chen Yu glanced at Shishi sideways: "Is this the point?"

Shishi blinked her eyes and asked back: "Isn't the point this?"

Chen Yu's lips moved, but he didn't speak at all.

Seeing this, Shishi continued: "Shaolin usually doesn't take the initiative to pick things up, and it doesn't hurt the innocent, and I don't know what Qingji is going to do..."

Fu Zhenhong was also a little interested, his eyes fell on Qing Ji's face, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

And at this moment, Qing Ji, who was surrounded by a group of strong and strong men, suddenly raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Fu Zhenhong as if he had sensed something.

Fu Zhenhong didn't look back either.

So in the next second, the two looked at each other, separated by the noisy crowd and the dazzling array of lanterns, their gazes collided in the air.

Fu Zhenhong was not mistaken. The moment his eyes met, he saw a slight surprise in his quiet eyes.Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows, and suddenly realized that she had underestimated this monk.

His current appearance is still after disguising. Although his disguise technique cannot be regarded as superb, it is not easy to be seen through. Fu Zhenhong can be sure that the flash of surprise in Qing Ji's eyes is because the other party recognized him .

Based on where the other party was standing at the moment, due to the angle, Qing Ji couldn't see Shishi and Chen Yu. However, in this situation, the other party only recognized him after meeting him through the crowd. I saw him, or rather saw his disguise.

This either shows that Qingji's observation ability is different from ordinary people's keenness and innately superior insight, or it shows that Qingji is very familiar with him, so familiar that even if he changes his appearance, he can recognize him at first sight. , or both.

However, since Fu Zhenhong was not familiar with Qingji of Shaolin, it was not easy to make a judgment.

Fu Zhenhong was thinking, at this moment, Qing Ji, who was threatened by Zhang Jiuer on the stone arch bridge, finally moved her light-colored thin lips, and said to Zhang Jiuer who was already impatient: "The poor monk is a monk. , the poor monk cannot agree to the words of the benefactor."

The quiet voice is undoubtedly pleasant. The steady speed and deep voice fall on people's ears, just like the sound of Qingdeng Gufoli tapping the wooden fish slowly, which seems to be able to dispel the impatience in the heart.

When Zhang Jiu'er heard this voice, the soaring anger immediately subsided a lot.At the same time, the determination in my heart to get this monk became more and more firm.

She doesn't care who the other party is, what their background is, and what their status is, this is Nan County, as long as it is in Nan County, as long as it is something that Zhang Jiuer likes, she will not miss anything, and the same is true for people.

"So what about monks? It's fine to return to vulgarity." Zhang Jiu'er said it very naturally, and didn't take Qing Ji's words to heart.She looked quite pretty, but the arrogance and domineering look on her face took a toll on her appearance.

Qingji clasped one hand together, and the dark brown Buddhist beads hung between his thumb and middle finger: "The poor monk is devoted to the Buddha, and has no intention of returning to the vulgar."

When Zhang Jiu'er heard this, she saw that the monk looked reckless, and her patience gradually ran out. She darkened her face and said in disbelief, "Since you have no intention of returning to vulgarity, why did you, a monk, come to participate in our Nanchang?" The county lantern festival?"

This question made Qingji pause slightly, he glanced at the persevering purple-clothed woman in front of him, and was about to speak, when an extremely pleasant voice suddenly intervened.

"He came to the Nanxian Lantern Festival because he was looking for me."

After hearing who the owner of the voice was, Qing Ji pursed his lips, and a touch of emotion flashed across his expressionless face. He turned his head and looked at the source of the voice.

"Who?" Zhang Jiu'er also looked over with her quiet gaze, and after seeing Fu Zhenhong flying down from Lifang, Zhang Jiuer looked Fu Zhenhong up and down: "Who are you?"

Before Fu Zhenhong could answer, some people around had already recognized him, "Isn't this man the one who refused Yingzi's gift of lanterns not long ago?"

"Yes, yes, this is the man, I remember."

"I also remember that Yingzi expressed his heart for the first time, and after being rejected, he was still lost for a long time."

"What's the situation? Could it be that this man knew this monk?"

"It looks like..."

"That's really a coincidence, the person the two sisters fell in love with actually knew each other..."

The appearance of Fu Zhenhong started a lively discussion among the people around.

Hearing these voices, Zhang Jiu'er said with great interest, "You're the one who rejected my sister?" She shook her head as she spoke, "My sister's vision is really bad, and you don't even look good."

Of course, Zhang Jiuer, who has always been at odds with Yingzi, would never admit that although this person has a bad face, his voice is extremely pleasant.

When Fu Zhenhong heard the words, it didn't matter at all, but she was still in Lifang's Shishi. Hearing the slightly belittling words, she almost couldn't hold back and sewed up Jiu'er's mouth with needle and thread.

If it wasn't for the fear of disrupting the leader's plan, Shishi really wanted to jump down and give Jiu'er a slap in the face right now.

"You said that this monk came to the Lantern Festival to find you?"

"Yes." Fu Zhenhong walked to Qingji's side.Fu Zhenhong's height is not low. Although Qing Ji's height is not as tall as Linghu Chong's, she is slightly taller than Fu Zhenhong.

At this moment, the two stand side by side, and the picture seems to have a subtle sense of harmony.

Zhang Jiu'er looked at Qingji, and then at Fu Zhenhong who was standing beside Qingji. It was obvious that the latter's appearance was not really good-looking, but compared with this handsome monk, he was not at all inferior. This made the monk she saw eye-catching even more attractive.

What the hell am I thinking!Zhang Jiu'er shook his head vigorously, and after getting rid of this feeling from his mind, he raised his voice and said, "You said that this monk came to look for you, why do I look nothing like it?"

"It's not like it?" Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows, raised her hand in front of Zhang Jiuer, and put her palm on Qingji's shoulder.Feeling Qingji's body that was slightly stiff for a moment when his palm was put on it, Fu Zhen's red lips hooked slightly, and he leaned his body slightly towards Qingji, his lips were close to Qingji's ears, and said in a low and slow voice: "Tell her, are you here to see me?"

When she said this sentence, Fu Zhenhong's left eye squinted slightly at Zhang Jiu'er, and the evening wind gently blew his black hair. At this moment, that look was like a thin hook, like a needle In the same way, it pricked Zhang Jiu'er's heart lightly.

It is obviously an extremely ordinary facial features, but for no reason reveals a deceptive evil charm.

Zhang Jiu'er's heartbeat suddenly missed half a beat, her face blushed inexplicably, and even her ears were burning hot, but even so, she did not forget her purpose for tonight.

As if to get rid of this embarrassment, and as if to divert her attention, Zhang Jiuer looked at Qing Ji, who still seemed to be calm, "Say it! I really want to hear what you can make up !"

But in fact, Qing Ji's heart at this moment is not as calm and calm as it appears on the surface.It was too close, Dongfang Invincible was too close to him.

Through a layer of clothing, the other party's hands were pressed against his shoulders, and his shallow breath was also sprayed on his ears.Qingji could even smell the smell emanating from Dongfang Bubai very clearly. It was a very special fragrance, not too strong, but in this night, there was an inexplicably intoxicating magic power.

Qingji should have moved to distance herself from the man beside her, but Qingji glanced at Zhang Jiuer, who was staring at him, and resisted the urge to avoid Dongfang Bubai's touch.

"I'm here to look for him." After a moment of silence, Qingji still said this sentence, his voice was neither too high nor too low, but it reached Zhang Jiu'er's ears appropriately.

When Zhang Jiu'er heard this, she was rather annoyed, and asked a little aggressively: "The monks don't tell lies, are you telling the truth?"

This time, before Qingji could speak, Fu Zhenhong smiled and asked, "Look at our relationship, does he need to lie?"

Zhang Jiu'er widened his eyes, looked at Fu Zhenhong, then at Qingji, and suddenly seemed to have come to his senses, pointing at the two of them and said, "Could it be... Could it be that kind of relationship between you two?"

In Nan County, it is not uncommon for two men to form a partner. The folk customs in Nan County are extremely open, and they are very tolerant of customs.

But Zhang Jiu'er is not a fool, she remembered what the monk said just now, so she quickly realized: "You want to lie to me? This monk just said it just now and has no intention of returning to vulgarity. How could you mix it up? Don't think..."

Before Zhang Jiuer could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Fu Zhenhong, "Little girl..." Fu Zhenhong slightly raised her eyelids, her attitude was a little careless and lazy, but the expression between her eyebrows There is an extremely cold sharpness in the looseness.

The halo from the fusion of the lantern and the moonlight hit his disguised face, and the black shadow cast formed a boundary between light and dark.

He looked at Zhang Jiu'er with a smile on his face, and his eyes fell into the boundary between light and dark, making it difficult to distinguish between good and evil.

"Little girl, enough is enough..."