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Qingji sat on the haystack, the moonlight coming in from the window blended with the candlelight in the temple, and sprinkled on Qingji's face, giving his already handsome facial features a bit of coolness and tranquility.

He closed his eyes and meditated, clasped his hands together, the dark brown prayer beads were hung between his thumb and index finger, and they were slowly moved one by one.

His fingers are very beautiful, white and slender, with clear bones. When he is playing the prayer beads, they are more beautiful than the hands carefully cared for by those young masters who play the piano in the teaching workshop.

Outside the dilapidated windows, the whizzing cold wind blew the trees against the wall of the temple, making a rustling sound.These voices spread into the temple, compared with Qingji's quietness that seemed not to be disturbed by the world, they were completely two extremes.

Fu Zhenhong stood one meter away from Qingji in a leisurely manner. After staring at Qingji for a few seconds, she suddenly took a step forward.As if he had thought of something interesting, he walked up to Qingji, then squatted down, his eyes were level with Qingji's.

Faced with Fu Zhenhong's sudden approach, Qing Ji didn't open his eyes. He naturally sensed the distance between Fu Zhenhong and him, but he didn't seem to care, or to be more precise, he was more focused on himself meditation and chanting.

Fu Zhenhong didn't intend to do anything at first, but now seeing Qing Ji's unmoved appearance, she thought of playing a bit instead.

As the leader of the Sun Moon God Sect, he was full of emotions and anger, and he did not hide anything. He lived a wild and uninhibited life, and he would do whatever he wanted, and he rarely cared about others.

Just thinking at this moment, the more Qingji ignored him, the more Fu Zhenhong wanted to break Qingji's concentration.

Fu Zhenhong hooked the corners of her lips, and moved her position to Qingji's left side, "Monk..." Fu Zhenhong looked at the profile of Qingji's side face, and said unhurriedly: "I'm so bored, let's chat chat."

Fu Zhenhong took it for granted, and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Qing Ji's expression remained unchanged, as if he had heard Fu Zhenhong's words, but also as if he hadn't, he didn't give any response or expression.

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows, and moved her face closer to Qingji, her lips almost touching Qingji's ears, "Monk?" Fu Zhenhong called out again.But this time, because his lips were too close, the heat sprayed out from his speech diffused to the quiet ears.Fu Zhenhong saw Qingji's ears move slightly, and the hand that was originally moving the beads also stopped for a moment.

But Qing Ji still didn't open her eyes, and still didn't respond to Fu Zhenhong, it seemed that she planned to ignore Fu Zhenhong to the end.

something interesting...

Fu Zhenhong laughed, her low and slow laughter exuded a disturbing sense of charm in this temple surrounded by some air leakage, under the cool night.

"Monk, the more you ignore me, the more I want to do something to break your defense." Fu Zhenhong said without hesitation.

After his words fell, Qing Ji, who had kept his eyes closed, opened them. He turned his head and looked at the man beside him.

The distance between the two has exceeded the safe distance between people. The moment they met each other's eyes, Qing Ji's eyelashes blinked slightly.

The face in the line of sight is very ordinary, but the eyes are like a whirlpool, attracting people's attention.

Fu Zhenhong's eyelashes are long and thick, but they are not very curled, but hang straight on the eyelids. Under the dim light, the ink-like eyelashes cast a deep shadow in the eyes.

Mingming didn't have any ripples in his eyes, but he seemed to be able to suck the person who looked into his eyes into the depths of the cold pool.

Qingji's hand that moved the prayer beads stopped: "Master Dongfang, please respect yourself."

Hearing this, Fu Zhenhong laughed even more happily: "What? Don't continue to call me a benefactor?" He said, tearing off the mask on his face, revealing his original face.

Fu Zhenhong's facial features in this world are bright and full of aggression. The heroic spirit between his brows and the domineering aura that has been in the top position for a long time make his face a bit more aggressive. Deep in my heart, let me look away reluctantly.

Qingji's eyes shifted slightly, and she missed the sight of Fu Zhenhong's gaze, and said in a calm tone: "Shaolin and the Sun Moon God Sect are completely different, and the Eastern Hierarch pays attention to his words and deeds."

"Clear distinction?" Fu Zhenhong repeated these four words, just sat beside Qingji, and said with great interest: "Monk, don't you know whether there is a clear distinction or mutual enemies?"

Qing Ji said: "Since the Eastern Hierarch sees the situation clearly, why does he still follow the poor monk?"

Fu Zhenhong asked back: "So monk, are you going to fight me as an enemy?"

Qingji said: "The poor monk only hopes that the Eastern leader can pay attention to his words and deeds."

Hearing this, Fu Zhenhong sneered, deliberately making things difficult for Qingji, "Then if I don't, how will you treat me?"

Qingji was silent, and after a few seconds, he said: "The Eastern Hierarch has followed the poor monk all the way, presumably he has reached some kind of deal with King Yu." He paused: "The poor monk is poor, and there is nothing the Eastern Hierarch wants. thing."

Fu Zhenhong smiled: "How do you know that what I want must be something?" Speaking of this, Fu Zhenhong didn't wait for Qingji to answer, and continued: "Can't I plot against you... "

In the last sentence, Fu Zhenhong said it ambiguously, and his lowered voice added a bit of tenderness. At the same time, his hands were on Qingji's shoulders, just like on the stone arch bridge of Daizhou Lake. .

But it was different, because at that time, there were other people around, but now, in the entire temple, there was no third person except Fu Zhenhong and Qingji.

Without other people, the attention will be more concentrated on both sides. Through the clothes, Qingji can feel the hand on the shoulder. It is obviously a light weight, but Qingji, who has always been quiet, does not know how to deal with it.

It would be fine if Dongfang Bubai showed killing intent towards him from the very beginning and then attacked him, so that he only needs to respond to the enemy, and doesn't have to worry about the current state of the two of them.

But Dongfang Bubai didn't make a move, and the opponent just followed him along the way, and didn't do any other vicious things.Qing Ji doesn't comment on how the other people in Shaolin are, but he never takes the initiative to provoke conflicts, and because of this, the current situation between the two has become a little delicate.

"The poor monk is just a monk and has nothing to gain." Qing Ji said, raising her hand to stroke Fu Zhenhong's hand on his shoulder.

Fu Zhenhong smiled indifferently, and then she didn't think it was dirty, so she fell on her back on the haystack, crossed her hands and put them behind her head as a pillow, looking at the dilapidated beam above her head: " Monk, your eyes are dodging."

After finishing speaking, Fu Zhenhong thought of something, and said, "When you talk to me, you never meet my eyes."

"Monk, have you met me before?" Fu Zhenhong originally said this sentence casually, but unexpectedly, Qing Ji's expression froze suddenly, and her originally calm and indifferent mood fluctuated for a moment.

Fu Zhenhong was so keenly aware of this difference, he squinted his eyes slightly, he clearly remembered that in the world of Swordsman, before the martial arts conference, he had never seen the tranquility of Shaolin.But the fleeting mood swings on the other party are not fake. Maybe Qing Ji met him through other channels, not necessarily the person himself, but maybe a portrait.

But it's also a little unreasonable...

A flash of thought flashed across Fu Zhenhong's eyes.

[Xiao Hong, in this big world of martial arts, the choice of strategy is not only in the dungeon of Swordsman. ] The weak chicken system suddenly said this sentence.

Fu Zhenhong heard the words, contacted the identity of his next dungeon, and suddenly a guess gradually emerged in her mind.

Shaolin...

After Fu Zhenhong broke away from the previous strategy world, the mission she received was the martial arts strategy from the Space-Time Administration.In the world of martial arts, the first dungeon is Swordsman, whose identity is Dongfang Bubai, the leader of the Demon Cult.The second copy is the world created by Gu Long. His identity is Seven Wonderful Seng Wu Hua.

Wuhua is an eminent monk of Shaolin.

Fu Zhenhong originally thought that there would be no connection between the two copies of the martial arts world, but now it seems that this may not be the case.

However, these are also Fu Zhenhong's guesses. As far as it is concerned, there is no actual evidence to prove this point.

Fu Zhenhong sat up and walked in front of Qingji. The two faced each other. Fu Zhenhong said again: "Have you seen me before?"

Qing Ji replied: "No."

"...Really..." Fu Zhenhong smiled lightly: "Monks are not allowed to lie, monk, you must not break the precept."

Qing Ji heard the words, but did not speak anymore, but closed her eyes again, and began to recite Buddhist scriptures silently.

Seeing this, Fu Zhenhong stretched out his hand and stroked the Buddhist bead in Qingji's hand. Following Qingji's fingers, his fingertips slowly rubbed in the direction of the bead's rotation, and finally came to Qingji's hand.

At the moment when the fingertips of the two touched, Qing Ji withdrew her hand abruptly as if she had touched something hot.

The beads of Buddha fell to his chest, and his hands were empty.

He opened his eyes, looked at Fu Zhenhong's eyes with a hint of smile and mischief, pursed his lips, and said slowly: "Master Dongfang, stop playing tricks on this poor monk."

"How can this be considered a tease?" Fu Zhenhong approached Qingji while talking.

Because of Fu Zhenhong's actions, the distance between the two of them narrowed again, so close that if Fu Zhenhong moved a little further, the tip of her nose would almost touch Qing Ji's.

Qing Ji looked at the man who was close to Chi Chi, and the light breath exhaled by the other party sprinkled on his face, adding an inexplicable itchiness.

Qingji is not used to being looked at so closely by others, and no one has ever been so close to him.The closer he got, Qingji realized that Dongfang Bubai's face was really beautiful without any blemishes, as dazzling as a bright moon hanging in the sky.

But the bright moon is bright and clear, with a cold brilliance, and will not be contaminated by a trace of mundane dust.

But the man in front of him was burdened with countless bloody murders, and was placed in the bloody rivers and lakes.

Qingji is very clear that Dongfang Bubai is a sharp blade, no matter how casual he is at the moment, it can't change the sharpness and sharpness of his knife tip that will always move forward, ambitious, fearless and fearless.

He couldn't hold this knife, and if he was a little careless, his head would be bleeding.