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After Sijin finished speaking, he was a little embarrassed. He quietly looked at Lingqu, raising his eyes again and again: "Do you think I buy and sell by force?"

After all, marriages have been reserved and gradual since ancient times. Fortunately, he asked Ling Qu to marry him straight away.How could anyone be so earnest?

After hearing his words, Lingqu's expression remained unchanged, and Sijin couldn't see anything from his face, so she could only anxiously wait for his reply.

Ling Qu was not in a hurry to answer, he picked up the teacup and drank the tea with lowered eyes, as if there was a blank space in the painting, and the voice was cut off.When he was silent, Sijin flinched a little, and said in a low voice: "If you don't marry, forget it..."

How could he have the ability to really buy and sell by force!

The corner of Ling Qu's mouth that was hidden in the teacup suddenly turned up: "Your idea is so sloppy, do you want to marry me tonight? I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, even if there are no three books, six courtesies, three matches and six hires, It should also be written that Zhang Yan hired you to be the host of your temple, and I will come to welcome you the next day. Is it possible that I really tied you from under the nose of Taihe Temple and went to my house to suppress the village?"

"What's more," he turned his gaze, "it's not Wumazhen who married you, but I, Lingqu. Before you, I never married anyone. For the first time in my life, I was not allowed to take a serious step. ?”

He spoke clearly and logically, which made Sijin feel even more abrupt.Sijin couldn't help lowering her eyes, hiding her blushing face in the shadows.

"Then follow the rules..."

He grew up in Taihe Temple since he was a child, and he never imagined that one day he would be able to sit in a sedan chair and marry others with a red dowry.

"Let's carry out the regulations in secret, but I really like this show of plundering." Ling Qu's eyes were deep, hiding a trace of subtle cunning, "Why don't we play it openly?"

His words "clearly acting" made Sijin's cheeks a layer of pink.After all, Sijin is not as deep as him. Hearing this, he honestly jumped into the circle: "How, how to act?"

Ling Qu got up and walked back and forth in front of him for a few steps, the fox tail waving leisurely: "Since it's a robbery, the most difficult thing is to seize. Wuma is really the lord of Liangshuo City." , his 'defeat' cannot be disrespectful, it must be skillful."

Although Sijin vaguely felt that something was wrong, she still listened quietly to what he said later.

So, Ling Qu raised his eyes, as if he had tasted some peerless delicacy, and licked the tip of his teeth: "Why don't I give you a Gu?"

Looking at his pupils shrunk due to excitement, Sijin suddenly remembered what Chu Ji had said to him in private: In the face of danger, the city owner is the safest, but in the face of safety, the city owner is the most dangerous.

At the beginning, Sijin didn't realize what this sentence meant, but now, he realized it.

Ling Qu is a poison cultivator who is so ruthless that he dares to lay a Gu on himself, what else is he afraid to do?Sijin couldn't help thinking, he has known Ling Qu for so long, and Ling Qu hasn't put Gu on him once so far, is it considered a kind of preferential treatment?

Seeing that he was still in a daze, Ling Qu continued to scare him: "I've got a Gu, you have to obey me for whatever I tell you to do."

"Even though," Ling Qu lowered his voice, and said close to Sijin's ear, "I let you tie yourself up, and it's possible to sit on it and move around."

What are they talking about? !Sijin only felt the blood qi surge up, and she almost moved her fetal gas.If it wasn't for Luo Xing not in front of him, he would have "invited" Ling Qu out of the meditation room directly.

Seeing that he was like a boiled pot, red and transparent inside and out, Ling Qu chuckled softly: "I'm not joking with you." If the teasing continues, Xiao Shizi will probably hit someone.

Of course he wouldn't just give Sijin a Gu.But other things, he couldn't say for sure.

So, he suddenly changed his serious face and said:

"Since we're married, let's not talk about anything else, we must drink the wine."

After hearing this, Sijin became embarrassed: "I can't drink alcohol." It wasn't that he didn't want to drink, but that he was worried that drinking alcohol would affect the fetus in his womb.The doctor said, it's not a bad thing to avoid some mouth at this time.

"You can drink." Ling Qu sat down and coaxed him, "I'm here, nothing will happen."

Sijin was so coaxed by him that her head shook.For some reason, he always felt that there was an invisible fox tail dangling in front of his eyes, but he couldn't catch it no matter what.

"It's just that you're pregnant and your body is inconvenient. When the time comes, I'll give you a glass of wine and I need to feed you for my husband." After saying that, Ling Qu handed him a bowl of tea, took a bowl himself, and passed it between his elbows , and then drank it all in one gulp.

Sijin thought it was just a bowl of tea, there was nothing she couldn't drink, so she immediately put her hand away and prepared to drink it all up, when Lingqu finished drinking her own, she snatched the bowl from him before him and drank it all down .Sijin didn't drink anything, and asked puzzledly, "What are you doing?"

Isn't it a cup of wine? Why did the peacock drink it by himself in the end?

With water in his mouth, Ling Qu smiled and didn't speak, but opened his chin, and poured the warm tea into his lips.Si Jin couldn't help but half-closed her eyes.Lingqu's lips and teeth were also stained with the fragrance of flowers, mixed with the sweetness of the tea, it was actually more intoxicating than wine.Sijin's hands tightened the edge of the seat, and she leaned back, barely bumping into the pillow.

Ling Qu poured all the tea in his mouth, then licked his lips, and wiped away all the moisture from the corners of Sijin's mouth with his fingertips.

"Tell me a story." Ling Qu said in a low voice.Sijin only felt the corners of her mouth getting hot, and after hearing what he said, she raised her eyes and stared at him blankly.In this situation, Ling Qu still has leisure time to tell stories?

Ling Qu leaned into his ear, and said word by word, "Once upon a time, there was a lady who accidentally became pregnant. He waited and waited, and after three months, finally, he could have intercourse..."

"I can't sleep well these days." Ling Mu just took a bath, and leaned on the bench in Ling Song's residence with a scripture.The bench is next to the window, and the night view of Zhishuitang can be seen from outside.Zhishui hall is the residence of the presiding supervisor and the chief seat, so it is quiet every night, far less noisy than the west courtyard.

"Why." Ling Song just returned from martial arts practice, and took out a clean sweat towel from Ling Mu's back to wipe his face.

"I always feel that there are a lot of cats in Taihe Temple recently. At night, they call each other. Chun. Why don't you bring some senior brothers over tomorrow, and let's catch all the cats in the temple and let them out." Ling Mu Turned over a page of scriptures and said.

"I'm afraid Sizhan and the others won't agree." Ling Song sat down, took the scriptures from him, and flipped through a few pages, "They raised the cat with their own hands. Let them go if they say so. Sizhan should have trouble with you. More What's more, you can't sleep well, it must not only be because of meowing spring."

This is true.Ling Mu turned sideways, leaned closer to Ling Song, and said solemnly: "We can't wait any longer. I'm afraid the matter of Sijin must be resolved quickly."

Ling Song, who was flipping through the book, looked up at him and said, "How do you want to solve it?"

"At present, the king of Beijiang is still staying in Xijue, but I heard that something happened in Beijiang, and the country can't ignore it. She is definitely going to leave. The marriage is pending, and she must leave one person with Xijue Peace talks, this person, if he is eight or nine, he is Blue Five. If it is Blue Five, he will not embarrass Taihe Temple, we can rest assured." Ling Mu said.

"Even if it's Blue Five, so what?" Ling Song asked.This solution only solves the northern Xinjiang side. The most important thing right now is to let the officials take back the marriage edict of the Taihe Temple, and by the way, let the city lord marry Sijin to avoid future troubles.

"You were stupid at the critical moment." Ling Mu sat up straight and beat him, "Do you know what happened in Beijiang? The battle report came from the Imperial City of Beijiang, saying that a small cavalry army had been mixed in, and the number was sufficient. There are more than 80. This small group of cavalry is strange, each of them has experienced many battles, and the Northern Frontier Army sent people to investigate, and it turned out that they were monks from Xijue."

Ling Song frowned.

"Although the exact result is still unknown, the king of Northern Xinjiang must have become suspicious of Xi Jue once this happened. I'm afraid this marriage will not work out," Ling Mu said.

"Where did you get the news from?" Ling Song looked at him.

Ling Mu was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his gaze, and put it back on the scripture: "It's just that I just listened to it when I went down the mountain."

If this is the case, then the arrival of this army of monks is too inopportune.

"Ling Mu." Ling Song said suddenly, "I will hand over the Taihe Temple to you, how about it."

Ling Mu heard this, and stood up suddenly: "Do you think you want to go to northern Xinjiang?" His movements were too large, and the oil lamp on the table shook twice.

Ling Song didn't answer.

Ling Mu seemed to feel that his reaction just now was a bit intense. He took a deep breath and sat back again: "You should know. The monk army is not what it was ten years ago. They have become the lackeys of the entire Xijue. People are shouting and beating. You and your father and brother's troops... have long been unable to return."

Ling Song suddenly recalled the people he saw that night outside Liangshuo.Although he couldn't completely believe what that person said, the reality might not be as bad as he imagined.

"Oh, right. I forgot something important." Ling Mu patted his head and pulled out a blue letter from his sleeve, "Lan Wu asked me to give it to you."

Ling Song frowned: "As an envoy of Xijue, even if she left a letter, shouldn't she hand it over to the host first?"

"Now it's time to talk about the rules." Ling Mu snorted, "Don't worry, there are also some in the host's place, but it's just other things. This letter was specially asked by her to give you. the same."

Ling Song opened the envelope.On the faint blue letter paper, there is a painting of a fine brushwork landscape.Ling Song turned to the back of the letter paper, and wrote a line of small characters neatly on the bottom.

Three days later.See you ten miles away from Youlan Mountain.

"What did you write?" Ling Mu asked.

Ling Song put the letter back into the envelope and gave it to Ling Mu: "Let me meet her near Youlan Mountain in three days."

"I'm afraid it's something important to invite you so solemnly. Do you want someone to accompany you?" Ling Mu asked.After asking, he suddenly felt that with Ling Song's personality, he must go alone on this trip.After all, when Ling Song used to travel, at most he would bring Sijin with him, but now that Sijin is pregnant, he can't take it with him, and there is no one around him who can accompany him for a while.

Suddenly, Ling Mu had an idea and said, "Why don't you take Xiao Yihua with you?" He knew that Lan Wu was interested in Ling Song. Not too straightforward.

After all, Sijin's abduction is already a big loss for Taihe Temple, and Ling Song must not be abducted by others.If Ling Song is abducted, half of the sky in Taihe Temple will collapse.Therefore, as long as Ling Mu is there, he must not let this half of the sky collapse under his nose!

"What are you taking him for?" Ling Song turned his head and went to change clothes, "I travel faster by myself, and I will come back after seeing him, and it will take half a day at most."

Ling Mu thought for a while, then leaned over and asked, "Are you really interested in this Lan Wu girl?" If yes, then just pretend he didn't say anything.

"No intention." Ling Song answered quickly without thinking.

"That's good." Ling Mu said with relief.As long as Ling Song has no intentions, half the sky of Taihe Temple will not collapse.

"What's the matter?" Ling Song looked back at him.For some reason, he always felt that Ling Mu was acting strange recently, but he couldn't tell what was so strange.

"What I mean is, I'm afraid Miss Lan Wu has taken a fancy to you. It's just that she hasn't confessed to you because she still has envoys to deal with." Ling Mu said.

"Yeah." Ling Song said, "I know."

"You know? How did you know? Could it be that Lan Wu has already mentioned it to you?" Ling Mu frowned.God, what did he miss!

"You really care about me." Ling Song smiled rarely, "Or do you care about Lan Wu?"

"Of course I care about you! If you follow Lan Wu, the host will definitely ask me to take your place. Think about it, I don't know how to practice martial arts. How can I take other brothers and sisters to review the stick technique in the morning? The scriptures can be scribbled I taught some, but not as well as you. You are the backbone of Taihe Temple, without you, Taihe Temple would have to be called Dahe Temple.” Ling Mu said.

"Don't talk nonsense." Ling Song went to the bathroom, closed the door, and a voice came out of the bathroom after a while, "Even if there is no one available in Taihe Temple, the host will not let you teach stick techniques. Although Sijin I am pregnant, but my kung fu has not fallen. Even if I can't teach by example, I can still teach by words. He can't go, because there are several other brothers of Lan's generation in the temple. If it doesn't work, please host the mountain. Although he is nearly seventy years old, But it is the fifth generation descendant of the Taihe stick method. In short, if I am not around in the future, you can take my place with peace of mind, everyone in the temple knows that I am not around, you are me, and I will not deliberately make things difficult for you."

The sentence "I'm not here, you are me" made Ling Mu a little flustered, although it didn't appear on the face, but the words on the scroll in his hand couldn't get into his head for a while.He whispered: "Listen to you, you are going to leave eventually."

Could it be that after so long, Ling Song still can't forget the monk army and his father and brother who were buried at the border?

He shouldn't have forgotten.Ling Song was born in the monk army, even if he knelt in front of the temple gate in the snow, he still carried blood and blood.When the host recruited him into the temple, he said that practice and hatred cannot have both.If you want to step into the door of Buddhism, you need to forget the hatred; if you want to return to the hatred, you need to get rid of this body.

All these years, Ling Song has been restraining himself, Ling Mu thought that he had let go of his hatred.Unexpectedly, once the events of ten years ago had clues, Ling Song would still leave.It's just that he couldn't figure out why the fate was so unlucky, causing Ling Song to bear too many things that he shouldn't have to bear?

Immersed in deep thinking, he never noticed that Ling Song had pushed open the door of the bathroom and walked out.Spreading out the mattress, Ling Song asked Ling Mu: "Do you want to sleep on the couch?"

"Don't sleep." Ling Mu came back to his senses, and picked up the book again to read, "I always go to bed late, no matter where I sleep. If you are sleepy, go to bed first."

But Ling Song said: "There is no mattress on the bench. My back hurts when I sleep at night."

"I also recognize the back pain. At least the Zhishui Hall is quiet, so I can calm down and read the book." Ling Mu smiled, "It's just that I didn't expect that the head of the dignified Taihe Temple also had back pain."

"Yes." Ling Song didn't think there was anything wrong, seeing that he was addicted to reading, he stopped insisting and lay back on the couch.

"The injury in the early years is the root cause of the disease, and it will be sore at night." Ling Song lay face up and said seriously.It's just that many years have passed, and he has long been used to such soreness.He even felt that only this soreness could bring his consciousness back to reality, knowing that at least he was still alive.

In Kunding's battle, his father and his brother and thousands of brothers used their last shattered souls to gather in one place and forcefully dragged him back from the gate of hell before he died.It's just that they were finally buried at the border, and the 12th part of the monk army suddenly disappeared in a corner of the history books amidst the cheers of the founding of Xijue.

It's also ironic.In this battle, the Tai family who sacrificed the most did not die at the hands of the enemy.My father and brother were soldiers before the monk army, and they knew very well about military matters. Even if they were attacked by the enemy, they would never be seriously injured.It can be seen that the other party did not intend to let them live from the beginning.

Over the years, he kept his name incognito, but not for the sake of living.

After all, as long as there is one person in the Tai family, the truth will surface sooner or later.He will avenge the murder of his father and brother.

Ling Mu wanted to talk, but when he looked up, he saw that Ling Song had already fallen asleep in a daze.After a long time, he put down the book in his hand, picked up the clothes Ling Song threw on the armrest just now, put them on and walked outside.

At night, the Zhishuitang is quiet and quiet, and you can smell the fragrance of grass and trees.Ling Mu turned around and looked at the figure.

"In order not to let these monks see your flaws, you have completely abolished your martial arts." The figure came out from the dark, bringing down a few pink and white acacias.Under the light of the moonlight, the acacia is like fragments of light falling into the galaxy, silent, but touching enough.

"I don't know how the Second Prince Duan saw it? It's just that Ling Mu was born with no kung fu." Ling Mu opened his mouth and said.

He usually talks a lot in front of his seniors and brothers.But when he met outsiders, he cherished his words like gold, and he was unwilling to speak most of them.

"Don't lie. I can tell at a glance whether you have any skills." Duan Feihe snorted, "Don't forget your identity."

own identity?Ling Mu thought for a while and said, "Ling Mu's identity is this Taihe Temple..."

"Nonsense." Duan Feihe interrupted him, stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, "I didn't let you out to let you come here to meditate and be a monk."

His strength was astonishing, Ling Mu only felt that his wrist was twisted, and it was burning hot.But he only frowned slightly, without showing anything on his face: "I hope the prince will let go."

"Shao Wenxiang, is this how you repayed me?" Duan Feihe grabbed his wrist tightly, "If it wasn't for you, they wouldn't have known about a batch of firearms hidden in the dungeon so quickly. This batch of firearms will not be completely destroyed. Without this batch of firearms, how do you let the monk army fight?"

Ling Mu's face was pale, but his eyes were still calm: "My lord, calm down. Even if these firearms are not destroyed, they will not be kept in the future."

Indeed, it was his intention to let Wuma really destroy this batch of firearms.After all, no matter how domineering the monk army is, they are just a bunch of lackeys of the officials. If the officials are happy today, they will be able to skyrocket;Making firearms privately, killing people and setting fire to them, occupying land in Liangshuo City as king, everything can kill them.

What's more, Ling Mu's gaze shifted, and their actions made Taihe Temple unjust, so he naturally couldn't just sit idly by.

"You mean, are you protecting me?" Duan Feihe raised his eyebrows, and the strength in his hands relaxed a little.

Ling Mu nodded, and looked over steadily: "It's best for the lord to think so. I hope the lord will not join the monk army, keep a low profile, and prepare for the future."

"Hmph." Duan Feihe let go of his wrist, his eyes were astonishingly hot, "I've never seen you so eloquent in my house before. Why, mixed in with a group of monks, turned into a dog-headed military adviser who chews on words Is it gone?"

Thinking of the unbearable past in Duan Mansion, Ling Mu felt chills all over his body.He tightened the clothes beside him, hoping to absorb some remaining warmth from Ling Song's body just now.

"If the prince is fine, please go back." He suppressed his nausea, turned around and left.He didn't want to see this face again for a moment.

"Wait." Duan Feihe stretched out his hand and grabbed his sleeve, "Since you left these days, the people in this palace are completely useless to you. They are no match for you."

Ling Mu stopped in his tracks and didn't look back.

Duan Feihe grabbed him tightly, trying to pull him to his side: "Even if you used to be... I still have you in my heart."

"Go away!" Ling Mu couldn't restrain himself, turned around and stared at him with bloodshot eyes, and looked at him furiously, "It's been so long, why haven't you died yet?! Why are you still haunted?! Do you know that I am looking for news every day and every night, for fear of missing your obituary and death news. There is not a moment when I don't want you to die, but why don't you die?!"

If it wasn't for this person, he would have almost forgotten his identity.He just wanted to be Ling Mu who grew up with all the senior brothers in Taihe Temple.

Duan Feihe did not let go.Ling Mu's current physical strength cannot be compared with him at all.As long as he added a little more strength, Ling Mu's hand would be broken.But his thoughts don't stop there.

Ling Mu is a kite he flies, no matter how high it flies, the string is still in his hands.

Now, he wants the kite to come back, to return to his hands, and become a piece of white cloth that is silent and docile for him to play with.Even if the white cloth becomes tattered during the pulling process, it is no longer white cloth.

"Let go." Ling Mu trembled, "Otherwise, I will die in front of you."

Suddenly, a long stick flew out of the sky, cut through the night, and plunged straight into the middle between Lingmu and Duan Feihe.

Before Ling Mu could react, his wrist was suddenly loosened.Losing the strength to compete, he fell backwards, but fell into a warm embrace.

The immature and introverted Sijin in his memory has a calm expression at this moment, and the night wind blows over his facial features.Sijin hugged him with one hand, and brought out the long stick on tiptoe.After a sharp wind of the stick, the long stick pointed directly at Duan Feihe, relentlessly:

"Don't hurt my brother."

Sijin said calmly.

The author has something to say:

Got it: there are not many professional monks in this temple :)

【Author's words】

Yesterday, I was motion sick on the National Day long-distance journey. I gritted my teeth and wrote 1000 words in the car, but I couldn't hold on.So now there is one less flower flower qaq

Why do I get motion sickness!why!

The author Gu Gu, who presents two more chapters in one and concurrently four and will work hard to follow the plot, said so.