Could it be that Shuiyue An harbors filth and evil and is more wonderful than what is described in the novel?
Hidden so deeply! It's really... enlightening.
Hui Rulan's beautiful eyes slightly curved: "The poor nun noticed that the pages of this book are torn and have traces of rubbing. I think the donor must have looked at it from time to time. I wonder what the donor thought after reading it?"
If you tell me this, I won't feel sleepy anymore.
Xin Zhuo regained his energy and straightened his back: "I don't agree with the little teacher's statement. I have a different opinion."
"Oh? I'd like to hear the details!"
"First of all, the little master said that the writing style is acceptable, and I agree, but you said that the plot is not good, and I think it is wrong. You must know that this book is not a literary classic in itself. It is mainly to highlight the affairs between men and women.
Therefore, I think it is reasonable and reasonable to focus on this aspect. Otherwise, how can we attract readers? Whether a book can sell well depends first on whether it meets the needs of the market environment and whether it has a wide audience. You monks may have a hard time understanding this.
There are also the postures of men and women. If the author is too realistic, or old wine is put in a new bottle, it will become cliched and boring! What everyone reads is a novelty, and what they read is ideas and innovation.
He is not very talented at all. He has read countless books and has a deep knowledge. Although the author may be exaggerating, he still has a cleverness. Readers can not only accept it, but also take it into account. If you want me to say it is best, the scholar will give an order. It would be great if all the beautiful ladies could gather together..."
Xin Zhuohuo said that the brighter his eyes were and the more he spoke, the more inspired he became. He couldn't help but slap his thigh. Damn it, if he had known in his previous life, he would go to Qidian to write a novel, and the Twelve Heavenly Kings, Platinums, and Great Gods would not be a problem.
Suddenly, I remembered something. Before I drowned in my previous life, was my phone not formatted?
At this time, when he looked up again, he found Hui Rulan's beautiful eyes looking at him with a smile but not a smile, teasing and teasing.
Got it?
What is this nun thinking?
"This is the difference between me and the donor. You and I think differently. If we have dirt in our hearts, we will see more dirt. If we have beauty in our hearts, we will see more beauty!"
Hui Rulan peeled the potatoes, opened her red lips, and bit the food gently, her movements were still so pleasing to the eye.
"We are all of the same kind, don't act noble, I don't want to talk about it anymore, I'm tired of it!"
Xin Zhuo put on his slippers and sat on the bed, resting his chin on his hands.
"But your words this morning really woke me up!"
After Hui Rulan finished eating a potato, she took out a silk scarf and wiped her hands, saying: "I have always believed that good is good and evil is evil, and they must not be reduced to the same thing.
But after you said it, I feel that even if I walk with evil, I can also do great good! "
"What exactly do you want to say? Isn't it boring to worry about good and evil all day long?" Xin Zhuo frowned.
Hui Rulan suddenly made a strange move and took off the monk's hat. Under the hat was a head full of black hair.
Her long, black waist-length hair was a little wavy due to the monk's hat, but it fell down to her shoulders. Coupled with her natural beauty, it became even more beautiful and charming.
Xin Zhuo was stunned: "You practice with your hair on?"
Hui Rulan shook her head and held her cheeks in her green hands, feeling a little lazy: "I was born into a powerful family. When I was twelve years old, I got engaged to a nobleman. However, that nobleman had bad conduct and was full of evil. In my heart Disgusted.
My mother worshiped the Buddha and had a kind heart during her lifetime. Under the influence of my ears and eyes, I also devoted myself to the Buddha. On my wedding day three years ago, I ran away from home and escaped into Buddhism.
Unexpectedly, that noble family was extremely powerful, so Shuiyue An did not dare to ordain me. "
At this point, she sighed softly: "After what you said today, I feel that I have entered the phase. Maybe I can do good to the world when I go back."
"Ah, really?"
Xin Zhuo smiled. This kind of routine full of rebellious experiences of the heroine in the novel is too old and boring.
Hui Rulan stopped talking, tilted her head, and looked out the window at the full moon in a daze.
Xin Zhuo had no choice but to change his position and sit with him.
The sound of crickets was heard from somewhere outside, and the house was quiet. Xiao Huang, who was playing with shoes, looked at Xin Zhuo and then at Hui Rulan. He ran to Hui Rulan and peed not far away, and then excitedly Get back under the bed.
I don't know how long it took, but Hui Rulan, who was sitting quietly, suddenly jumped up like a flying dragon. With her white monk's clothes fluttering, her slender jade hands struck each other, and she went straight to the door in front of Xin Zhuo.
This scene was so sudden that Xin Zhuo was shocked, and he suddenly took action. This nun was so crazy. The knife was not in his hand at the moment, so he had to jump up in a hurry and slap back.
"Snapped!"
Palms strike each other.
Hui Rulan remained motionless.
Xin Zhuo took three steps back and fell down on the bed. He felt a strong force running down his palm and into his arm.
At this moment, a force appeared in his body, and it quickly disintegrated and became invisible.
Then he instinctively thought of copying the knife.
Unexpectedly, Hui Rulan was already in front of him. She raised his chin with her jade finger, smiled playfully, and exhaled Rulan: "You are actually good at martial arts. You can conceal your breath. You are only at the eighth level, but your true energy is like this." Strong, you have a secret!"
Looking at the deep eyes of the other party so close, there is a hint of admiration and teasing on the round and round face, the scallop-like teeth, the plump red lips...
This woman is not serious, she does not see beauty in her heart as she said.
So I'm going to get banged?
Forced?
Unexpectedly, the next moment, Hui Rulan let him go and smiled faintly: "I'm leaving, Shuiyue'an Wuni, I'm afraid I won't let you go. If you don't die and make a name for yourself in a few years, I promise you benefits!" "
After saying that, her body was as light as silk gauze, and her long hair was flying. She floated outside the door and disappeared into the maple forest in a flash.
So, what kind of benefit is it?
Xin Zhuo was stunned for a long time and then murmured: "So strong! What a handsome Qinggong!"
Several thieves in the courtyard were sound asleep, and no one noticed what happened here.
Xin Zhuo was in a daze for a long time, closed the door, and went to bed to rest.
The conversation with Hui Rulan just now kept echoing in my mind, and I couldn't help but feel annoyed. I was so busy telling jokes that I forgot to give her some water from Wangyue Well to try to cultivate her.
Tossing and turning, he finally fell asleep.
I don't know how long it took, but I was awakened by a rapid knock on the door. Han Qiniang's voice shouted: "Master, are you and the nun awake? There is a lot of excitement down the mountain to see, hurry up!"
Xin Zhuo got up, rubbed his eyes, and opened the room. It was already early morning outside: "What's the excitement?"
Han Qiniang glanced behind him, but didn't see the nun. She scratched her head in confusion. Then she didn't care so much. She took Xin Zhuo's hand and ran down the peak: "Let's go, you'll know when you get there. Sister Ying'er and the others are all gone!"
When we arrived at the foot of the peak, we could already see clearly the official road at the foot of the mountain. It was so densely packed that there was a long queue.
Watching the fun? Not to suppress bandits?
I followed the trail and ran for another two miles. When I was about to reach the official road at the foot of the mountain, I discovered that Cui Ying'er and the others were hiding behind a bush and watching intently.
Xin Zhuo followed Han Qiniang and got behind Cui Ying'er and looked down, and couldn't help being surprised.
I saw that long team, it was an army, with golden helmets and golden armor, horses and spears, murderous and elite, frightening.
In the team, there are also some high-ranking officials wearing dark brown official uniforms and high crowns and black gauze, with solemn and majestic expressions.
In the middle, a group of palace maids, eunuchs, and Han generals hold cranked nine-dragon umbrellas, double-dragon fans, peacock fans, white flags, warning flags, ceremonial cloaks, dragon flags, small dragon flags, leopard tail guns and other objects.
Afterwards, a luxury car with nine horses was driven forward slowly, surrounded by people.
The formation is so impressive!
Xin Zhuo estimated that if this team came to encircle Fulong Village, he would only be able to wipe his neck.
The policeman patrolling at the foot of the mountain was originally hiding on the roadside watching the excitement, but was stunned by the eunuch who whipped him. The male duck's voice was sharp and harsh: "You are so bold, you bitch! The Crown Princess is in charge, how can you just watch indiscriminately? Kneel down!"
The dream-like princess, in this remote place four thousand miles away from the capital, could not be more compared to a god.
The confused policemen finally remembered their inferiority and knelt on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
At this time, Huang Dagui whispered: "What a thief, there is actually a prince's wife hiding among the nuns in Shuiyue Temple. If I had known, I would have snatched her up the mountain and become the wife of the boss!"
The voice is not that confident.
Xin Zhuo stared at the team blankly, watching them go away and gradually disappear at the end of the morning sun.
It was as if his future had disappeared with him.
My thighs are not hugged!
