Sword cuts mountains and rivers

Ye Wanqing's complexion could not be described as ugly. His thin white fingertips tightened, and he slightly clenched the pages of the book, and took the book aside.

He knew that Xiaojun could write well, and there were many rubbings in Kyushu.There were only a few books on the table, Ye Wanqing took one away, and the rest were books on meditation and doing good.

Xiao Junyue frowned slightly, then his expression returned to normal, and he came to his side.There is cinnamon burning in his temple, and the orchid osmanthus in golden autumn and October lingers into the air along the window sill.

"Where can't I? I'm a rough person, and I don't read many classics. If my son likes these classics, I can ask my third brother for my son some other day."

Everyone knows that Junyue's third younger brother is Xiao Junlan, the adopted son of the Xiao family.

This was a clear refusal. Even if Ye Wanqing didn't know much about it, she knew that Xiao Junyue's knowledge was not much worse.The reason for saying this is to politely reject him.

Ye Wanqing didn't say anything, and turned over two pages of the classics. There were really marks on it, and there were several things that I didn't know.He pointed at one place with his fingertips, and said in a calm voice, "Brother Junyue, can you tell me what this Buddhist scripture means."

——All appearances are illusory. If you see all appearances and non-appearances, you will see the Tathagata.

Xiao Junyue frowned slightly, glanced at the circled sentence, and said indifferently, "It means that everything is empty, all people and right and wrong will change, so there is no need to be persistent."

"Is that so?" Ye Wanqing looked indifferent. He looked at the Buddhist scriptures that the original owner had extracted and transcribed. It turned out that he couldn't even write a word "Shi" well, let alone let go of his obsession.

"Let's let go of falsehood, and I can have a clear mind, what if I can't let go?"

Xiao Junyue glanced at him, and replied in a regular manner, "I don't know much about this, I only know superficially. If your son is interested in Buddhist scriptures, why don't you go to Jinyu Temple to ask about it."

Jinyan Temple is full of eminent monks and is famous all over the world.

Ye Wanqing was not annoyed either, he kept Xiao Junyue until dark, until a paper crane appeared on Xiao Junyue's fingertips, he was still pulling Xiao Junyue, he didn't really want to let people go.

"Brother Junyue might as well stay for dinner, mother should have already prepared the meals."

Xiao Junyue said no need, then went to the side to transmit the sound to someone, and after a while, he asked him to leave.He walked out of the palace gate very fast, as if there was a ghost chasing after him.

Ye Wanqing watched the person leave, his energy was almost exhausted, he returned to the bed slowly, and quickly fell asleep with the quilt in his arms.

This was the first day of his rebirth. Many faces flashed across his memory, including Master's, Meng Yi's, Xiao Buyi's... as well as Fengqingjiu and Xiaojunlan.

After he fell asleep, a snow orchid slowly emerged behind him, and the snow orchid bloomed faintly, as if marking it silently.

Xiaofu.

The paper crane on Xiao Junlan's fingertips turned into ashes in the air, and the boy's voice that he heard just now seemed to be an illusion.

The figure of the guard beside him appeared, and Xiao Junlan said slowly, "Go and check Ji Wuxuan."

Cultivators have never interfered with the royal family, if they really want to intervene, the royal family is above the monks' family, otherwise Xiao Junyue would not have passed today.

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Ye Wanqing slept until the next day, his current body is very weak, he intentionally got out of bed every day to adapt, was relieved and distressed to be seen by Jiang Yueji, and wanted to find a guard to help him recover.

"No, mother, I'm just walking around in the palace at will."

Jiang Yueji couldn't help feeling distressed, "The illness is just right, mother is worried about you, so I'll let two guards follow you, if you can't walk anymore, let them carry you."

"You didn't like playing horse riding the most before. These guards were all picked by your mother for you. They are all beautiful."

Ji Wuxuan likes beautiful men, Jiang Yueji chose beautiful men as guards in order to satisfy her son.The guards of Xihe Palace are all eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and long legs.

"That was before..." Ye Wanqing was always uncomfortable with Jiang Yueji's concern, he had never received maternal love before, Jiang Yueji almost put her whole heart on her son, pampering him too much.

"Mother, you don't have to worry about me. If I have something to do, I will call someone."

Jiang Yueji asked the two guards to follow him regardless of what she said.

He really didn't know enough about his physical condition, he was already sweating profusely before he took two steps out of the palace gate, no wonder the original owner fell down, maybe he passed out while walking.

One of the guards squatted down in front of him and said to him, "If the prince wants to go out, this subordinate will take the prince there."

Ye Wanqing really wanted to go out and have a look, but he tried to walk two steps by himself, and then he couldn't walk anymore, so he asked the guards to carry him out of the yard.

Xihe Palace is an independent palace. There are only two masters here, he and Jiang Yueji, and the environment is remote. It seems that Jiang Yueji has specially opened up a medicine pool here to recuperate her son.

Ye Wanqing asked Jiang Yueji to check some things, but Jiang Yueji didn't ask him, and ordered someone to do it.From the angle of his yard, he could see Jiang Yueji was sewing clothes for him, Jiang Yueji was over forty years old, she still looked like a [-]-year-old girl, noticing his gaze, Jiang Yueji smiled at him with kind eyes.

He was put down by the guards, and he was swinging on the garden chair. While being pushed slowly, he asked the guards, "Have you... heard of Phoenix blood?"

The guards were all Jiang Yueji's people. Hearing this, he replied respectfully, "I heard that there was a thousand-year-old fire phoenix sleeping on Wutong Mountain. There were not a few monks who coveted the blood of the phoenix last year."

Ye Wanqing groaned, and slowly grasped the swing rope tightly, "Then why didn't anyone go over easily."

"Younger monks may be fooled, but those who have stayed in Jingzhou for a little longer know that they will be burned by the phoenix fire if they get close to the blood pool. The phoenix fire will cause the monks' tendons to die, and there will be no way to practice from then on."

It turned out to be like this, Ye Wanqing turned her head slightly to recall, Feng Qingjiu didn't tell him this, he has no relationship with Feng Qingjiu, even his spiritual root is now in Fengqingjiu.

It's stealing if you don't ask yourself... Then should he take back what belongs to him?

Ye Wanqing felt cold after sitting for a while, he opened his hands, wanting the guard to carry him back, but the guard misunderstood the meaning and hugged him directly.

It was at this time that he saw Xiao Junlan in the distance.

"My son, the third son of the Xiao family is asking to see you."

The guard reported directly, but the person had actually stepped in.

It was autumn now, and the afterglow fell and shrouded the man.Xiao Junlan wore a silver wave robe with ocher patterns today, her body was like jade, her face was white and handsome, her facial features were shaved, and her figure was as gentle as orchid. Standing there alone, she was compared to all the guards.

Those eyes are like the matte ink at the bottom of the pool, they look gentle and gentle, but they seem to contain cold ice.

When Ye Wanqing raised his eyes, the man's gaze fell on him tightly, his gaze was like a cold beast among the beasts, watching him wantonly and with restraint.

It was as if cold sheets were scraping his spine inch by inch.

Thousands of emotions were intertwined in Ye Wanqing's heart, and at this moment, she also knew that Xiao Junlan could not recognize him.Now he is a waste that can't even get out of bed, if he falls into Xiao Junlan's hands, I don't know what will happen.

He tried his best to suppress the disgust in his heart, hugged the guard in front of him tightly, his fingertips were so tight that his face was expressionless.

"No, I want to see Mr. Xiao. Go tell your mother, don't let cats and dogs in."

Xiao Junlan didn't respond to being scolded as a cat or a dog. When she spoke, her voice was gentle and gentle, which made it difficult for people to feel disgusted.

"Brother asked me to come here. I heard that the son was asking for advice on the classics, and the elder brother was busy with business, so he asked me to come here to help the son."

Ye Wanqing didn't let go, "I'm tired today, and I'll let your elder brother come over in person tomorrow."

"My son," Xiao Junlan called out to him again, lowering his eyes slightly, "Brother ordered me to teach you well, and he will come over when he has time."

Xiao Junlan couldn't find fault with what he said, the other party knew that he cared about Xiao Junyue, so he should ask for news at this time.

He looked at the man with lowered eyes, as if he really regarded him as a task, and there was no reaction at all when he looked at his face.A trace of sarcasm flashed in Ye Wanqing's eyes.

"Let him in."

He forgot that he was still in the arms of the guard, the face of the guard who was holding him was blushing, and he didn't know where to put his hands, so he laughed, and came down to the main hall by himself.

Xiao Junlan outside the hall paused for a moment, then stepped into the main hall with a normal expression.

Ye Wanqing recalled her previous temperament, most of the time he was introverted, always staying quietly in the corner, he would be restless when alone, and would easily care about Xiao Junlan's thoughts.

After arriving at the main hall, Ye Wanqing sat down at the desk, it was early autumn, but charcoal was burned in the hall, Jiang Yueji was afraid that he would be cold.

He unbuttoned his robe a little, and found that the man opposite him was looking at the rubbings that he took away yesterday, his fingertips were white with tension, and he pretended not to notice.

Ye Wanqing also knew that according to the nature of the original owner, he should inquire in a low voice, he didn't want to pretend to be like that, and he shouldn't need to be polite to scumbags.

"On weekdays, the guards always kneel down when explaining the classics to me. Master Xiao doesn't understand the rules in my palace?"

When Ye Wanqing said these words with a blank face, she looked at Xiao Junlan with indifference in her eyes, and there was also a bit of malevolence unique to teenagers.

The palace is resplendent and resplendent, and the young man's appearance is first-rate, and the emotion in his eyes seems to be able to stab people, but it just doesn't make people disgusted.The young man was still clutching his robe with one hand. He was wearing a bright yellow brocade robe, which made it look more expensive. His brows and eyes were bright and flamboyant, as if he could crush his hypocritical mask under his feet.

Xiao Junlan didn't move at the same place, with a bit of connivance in her voice, "I can stand up and speak for the crown prince."

Standing and standing, Ye Wanqing didn't intend to make people kneel down, if word got out, he would end up with a vicious reputation of being harsh to the Kyushu Sword God.

Ye Wanqing casually flipped through the classics to Xiao Junlan. He listened to the man's gentle voice, and the other party looked down at the classics. He didn't listen to a single word, and read the script on the side.

"Shaking lips and tongue, speculating. Qian Fu was born, and he couldn't repent. The sky is long and the sky is autumn, and the solitary bird is sunset..."

The man's voice paused, and then he continued talking as usual. He felt sleepy. He was not in good spirits at first, and fell asleep on his limp.

The notebook in Ye Wanqing's hand fell to the ground. It told the story of a heartbroken man. In the end, the heartbroken man was turned into a wicked ghost, and the ending was taken by the heavens.

He didn't sleep for a long time. In his dream, he felt a scrutinizing gaze on him, and a warm touch came from his fingertips.

Ye Wanqing felt as if she was being entangled in something sticky, the other party was cold and sticky, and seemed to want to swallow him whole.

"Xiaowan..."

He opened his eyes suddenly, and Xiao Junlan leaned over slightly, touching the back of his hand with the corner of his lips, with a pious look in his eyes, and cautious kissing movements.

The place that was kissed seemed to still be tactile.

With a "snap", Ye Wanqing almost didn't even think about it, he became angry from embarrassment, acting completely subconsciously, several clear fingerprints appeared on Xiao Junlan's face.

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[Normal update at 21:9 p.m., some updates will be at 0:[-] a.m. and [-]:[-] a.m.]

All appearances are illusory. If you see all appearances and non-appearances, you will see the Tathagata.

--"Diamond Sutra"

Shaking his lips and drumming his tongue, speculating on things.Qian Fu was born, unable to repent.The sky is long and the autumn water is long, and the solitary bird is sunset. ——"One Hundred and One Verses"

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