[Comprehensive wear] Flower blowing sword

A beautiful face was reflected in the bronze mirror, with big eyes, thin lips, and a pale complexion.

Sun Xiuqing looked at himself in the bronze mirror, and Ximen Chuuxue's words "Let's get married" kept lingering in his mind.

She is a woman, and she knows very well that Ximen Chuuxue doesn't like her.

But since you don't like it, why do you want to marry me?Sun Xiuqing hesitated, not only because Ximen Chuuxue didn't like her, but also because Ximen Chuuxue was the murderer of his master.

The elder brother is like a father.

"Can I really marry his mother?" Sun Xiuqing asked softly to herself in the mirror.

Sun Xiuqing in the mirror looked back at her in confusion, without giving an answer.

"I like her." Sun Xiuqing said.

Seeing herself in the mirror, she nodded, but then shook her head, "But he doesn't like me."

Sun Xiuqing lowered her head and sighed, "But I like him. Even if he kills my master, I still like him. It is said that loyalty and filial piety are a dilemma, but now, loyalty and love are also a dilemma."

The person in the mirror raised his head slowly, his face paler.

Sun Xiuqing stretched out her hand and gently stroked her own face in the mirror, "I have always loved the murderer who killed Master in my heart, it is disloyal, I don't

If you can be loyal to your master, do you also have to be unfaithful to your love? "

No one can give her the answer, because the answer she wants has always been hidden in her heart.

The Buddha statues in the main hall of the Buddhist temple are solemn and solemn.

Huamanlou couldn't see it, but every time he stepped into the Buddhist temple, he could feel the solemnity.

He is not a Buddhist believer, although he will come to the Buddhist temple every once in a while.

He knelt quietly on Putan under the Buddha statue.

In the past, every time he came to the Buddhist temple, his heart would calm down unconsciously, but now, his heart is still chaotic, although his face is extremely calm.

The bell of the Buddhist temple rang dull and desolately, and Hua Manlou sighed softly.

He has been kneeling here for an hour.

He stood up slowly and looked up at the majestic Buddha statue as if he could see it.

"Amitabha, flower benefactor, what's on your mind?" The abbot of the Buddhist temple stood beside Huamanlou at some point.

Hua Manlou smiled slightly and said, "Master has good eyesight, Hua does have something on his mind."

"Since the flower benefactor has something on his mind, you might as well tell me and listen to this old monk."

Hua Manlou shook his head, "Master, Hua has a knot in his heart, and Hua can only resolve it by himself."

"Amitabha, it's better to tie a knot than to untie it. The flower benefactor has always been a person with a clear mind, and I hope that the flower benefactor will get rid of the heart knot as soon as possible." Jingxiang put his hands together and bowed to Huamanlou.

"Thank you Master." Hua Manlou returned the gift, and said with a light smile, "Hua is here today, and I want to ask Master for something."

Jingxiang took a look at Huamanlou, and slowly said: "Everything in the world has its own definite number of birth, old age, sickness and death. What the flower benefactor wants is nothing but a comfort for the world."

"The master is an outsider, and Hua Manlou is just an ordinary person. He also needs the comfort of self-deception."

"That being the case, you come with me."

According to folk rumors, the peace talisman opened by the Jingxiang master of Qianfo Temple is extremely spiritual, which can cure diseases and eliminate disasters, and turn bad luck into good luck.

The world is full of fragrance in April.

Hua Manlou walked down the hill slowly with a smile on her face.

——Flower Benefactor, you have been hit by the Peach Blossom Calamity, and the outcome depends only on your own good luck.

——Flower benefactor, everything in the world cannot be forced, if you take a step back, you may be able to get what you want......

——Then, thanks to the auspicious words of Master.

Wanmei Villa ushered in an unexpected guest.

When Ye Gucheng came to Wanmei Mountain Villa, Ximen Chuixue was taking a bath, the light smell of sandalwood smoke mixed with the waving heat, Ximen Chuuxue was soaked in water, and drops of water condensed on his bare pale skin.

The maid replied behind the pure white screen without any embroidery: "Master, Lord Ye is here."

Ximen Chuuxue closed his eyes without any expression on his face.

The maid stood behind the screen with her head bowed.

The light sandalwood slowly floated into Ximen Chuuxue's nose, the fine eyelashes hanging on the pale skin moved, and a pair of black eyes that looked like the master's hair slowly opened.

"When did he come?" Ximen Chuuxue asked.

"It's been a while," the maid replied.

Leaning back in the bathtub and exhaling a few times, Ximen Chuuxue nodded lightly, "I see."

The maid blessed her body and stepped back lightly. When the door was closed, the maid saw a hand that was still dripping with water, and it was as pale as snow. It reached the screen and took a pure white dress.

The maid silently lowered her eyes and closed the door softly.

The scenery of Wanmei Villa is very beautiful. Ye Gucheng is standing in the courtyard. He is also dressed in spotless white clothes and his hair is neatly combed. From the outside, he is very similar to Ximen Chuuxue.

The same only in white, the same indifference, the same powerful.

Ye Gucheng has been waiting here for a long time, but he is not in a hurry, the scenery of Wanmei Villa is so beautiful, it doesn't matter if he continues to wait, Ye Gucheng thought, but suddenly drew his sword and pointed.

The falling flowers are falling on Ye Gucheng's sword.

Ye Gucheng rolled his eyes, the sword light flashed, and the person had already turned around.

"The city lord is very elegant." Ximen Chuixue stood opposite Ye Gucheng, dressed in white as snow, and with black hair like ink.

With a flick of the sword, Luo Hua flew in front of Ximen Chuixue, and a pale hand casually caught the flying flower.

Ye Gucheng withdrew his sword and said, "I just want to borrow flowers to offer Buddha."

Ximen Chuuxue gave him a cold look, and casually threw the flowers on a tree beside him, "City Master Ye is here today, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Ye Gucheng said: "I heard that the master of Ximen Village is getting married."

"Yes." Ximen Chuuxue nodded.

The two stood facing each other under the flower tree, and the flowers that flew down from time to time scattered around their feet. Looking at Ximen Chuixue through the petals of various colors, Ye Gucheng suddenly smiled.

He is a handsome person, and he can dazzle people's eyes when he smiles, but it is a pity that the one in front of him is Ximen Chuuxue.

"Then today, I am here to congratulate Master Ximen on his marriage." A petal fell from Ye Gucheng's eyes.

Ximen Chuuxue's expression was still very light, not only light, but also seemed to be a little colder.

Ye Gucheng looked at Ximen Chuuxue, he actually didn't know why he came, but he knew that he definitely did not come to Wanmei Villa to congratulate him, the reason why he came here was just to see Ximen Chuuxue.

"Thank you, City Lord." Ximen Chuuxue said indifferently, "Does City Lord have anything else to do?"

This is...an order to evict guests?Ye Gucheng thought, shook his head, "It's nothing."

"Then I'll send someone to send the city lord out of the village," Ximen Chuuxue said, but he had already turned around.

"Villa Master Ximen." Ye Gucheng raised his voice and called out, "Can't you stay in Wanmei Villa if you have nothing to do?"

Ximen Chuuxue stopped in his tracks, Wanmei Villa never turned away guests before dark, even though no one would come to Wanmei Villa with nothing to do on weekdays, even Lu Xiaofeng did.

Except... the flowers are all over the building.

Ximen Chuuxue's drooping eyelashes closed and opened again, "Yes."

Ye Gucheng's complexion darkened, Ximen Chuuxue had already walked forward slowly, Ye Gucheng's eyes moved lightly, and suddenly said: "Huamanlou stayed at Wanmei Villa for many days, why didn't the owner of Ximen see him off?"

Ximen Chuuxue's footsteps paused again, his back was facing Ye Gucheng, and he didn't turn around, so Ye Gucheng didn't see Ximen Chuuxue's calm face for thousands of years, and there were already waves.

"It has nothing to do with you." Ximen Chuuxue said in a deep voice.

His voice has not completely drifted away, but he has completely disappeared in front of Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng stood motionless and looked at the direction he left.

Flower petals of various colors fluttered down from his eyes from time to time, his eyes were cold, as cold as his own.

Stretching out his hand to the void, Ye Gucheng smiled coldly.

Nothing to do with me, indeed, nothing to do with me...

The pure white boots stepped on the fallen flowers on the ground, Ye Gucheng slowly opened his hand, and the pale pink powder spilled out from his hand, which was instantly blown away by the wind.

The clear flute sound echoed.

Ximen Chuuxue stood under the tree in white clothes, and the flying crimson petals fell into his black hair.

Ximen Chuuxue was unmoved, he closed his eyes, his slender fingers seemed to be glowing against the green flute.

However, his song stopped abruptly, "What's the matter?"

"Villa Master, Emei Sixiu is here."

Putting the jade flute back into his waist, Ximen Chuixue said coldly: "They are here to see Sun Xiuqing."

"Yes." The maid replied.

"Then take them there, is Ye Gucheng gone?" Ximen Chuuxue asked.

The maid lowered her head and nodded lightly, "Master Ye has already left."

Ximen Chuuxue looked at the sky, and it was almost dark, "Wanmei Villa will not see any visitors today."

"Yes, but..." The maid hesitated for a moment, "Master, the playboy is also here."

Ximen Chuuxue turned around abruptly.

Wanmei Villa has not had so many guests for a long time, Emei Sixiu and Huamanlou share the same room.

Shi Xiuyun secretly glanced at Huamanlou from time to time, he was still so handsome and warm, his smile was as warm as the spring breeze in April.

The room was very quiet, no one spoke, Ma Xiuzhen and Ye Xiuzhu secretly winked at Shi Xiuyun.

Blushing and shaking her head at the two of them, Shi Xiuyun of course wanted to say something to Hua Manlou, but for some reason, when she looked at Hua Manlou, she didn't dare to say anything.

However, Hua Manlou spoke out first. He turned his head to look at the seats where the three of them were sitting, and said softly, "Are you here to visit Miss Sun?"

Ma Xiuzhen smiled teasingly, and raised an eyebrow at Shi Xiuyun.

Looking at Hua Manlou shyly, Shi Xiuyun nodded, but she immediately realized that Hua Manlou couldn't see her, so she whispered: "Yes, I heard that Third Junior Sister is going to marry Master Ximen."

Hua Manlou nodded with a smile, "When Hua left that day, Miss Sun was already almost recovered."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Shi Xiuyun suddenly felt that Hua Manlou was much colder.

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