"... It happened that Wang Jinglong took up the post of local inspector and learned of Su San's grievance. He ordered that all persons involved in Su San's case be quickly escorted to the Yamen for review...
Su Sanqi's injustice was vindicated, and she finally got married to Wang Jinglong. "
I don't know who the old voice in front of me is, or who the "Master Yi Wu" is, but the peaceful atmosphere in the nunnery suddenly changed.
However, this had no effect on Xin Zhuo at all. He was escorted back to the meditation room. After lunch, Hui Ruqing and Huixin arrived on time, and dozens of nuns also stood by the window.
Fei asked Xin Zhuo to tell another story with twists and turns but a perfect ending. It seemed that Liang Zhu was addicted to it yesterday, but it did not satisfy them.
The requirements are quite high.
Xin Zhuo thought about a lot of stories, such as Wu Song's violent beating of the official Ximen, the love and hatred of the second sister You and the third sister, and even thought about the three attacks on the White Bone Demon and Du Shiniang, but they were not perfect enough. If I don't explain them clearly, I'm afraid it would be The nuns, who had nothing to do all day long, refused to listen and had no choice but to choose "Su San Qi Jie".
Sure enough, after a story was told, the nuns listened in ecstasy, and the ending was perfect, and they couldn't help but cheer happily.
Only an older nun outside the window was dissatisfied: "Although Miss Su San ended up with Mr. Wang, she came from a poor family and was ruined by Shen Yanlin. She is not beautiful after all."
"I do not think so!"
Xin Zhuo said: "Although Miss Su has a humble background, a miserable situation, and her body is not clean, what can a weak woman do? Her heart must be clean after all. After all, the stinky skin is a mortal thing, and the noble spirit is the kingly way. , just like I do to Hui Ruqing, I will never blame her for anything, I will always love her..."
Hui Ruqing, who was originally listening with enthusiasm, suddenly raised her head: "Xin Thief, you..."
"Scared?" Huixin and other nuns looked at the two of them in surprise.
The nuns around him also fell silent for a moment, blinking blankly.
Hui Ruqing's face turned red and her little fists were clenched tightly.
Fortunately, a persistent nun was not interested in this and asked curiously: "Then why doesn't Miss Su San practice martial arts? If she reaches the seventh or eighth level, why bother relying on men and pleasing men?"
These are all words of tiger and wolf!
Shuiyuean is really not serious.
Xin Zhuo had no choice but to sigh: "Miss Su San actually practiced martial arts, but her bones were not good enough. As a result, she was stuck in the second ninth level. Although the Nine Yin White Bone Claws in her hand were strong, they were a bit weak after all, and it was difficult to walk in the world. of."
"So that's it!" the crowd suddenly realized.
Then they dispersed in twos and threes, muttering.
Soon, only Hui Ruqing was left in the Zen room.
The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was not harmonious.
Hui Ruqing took a deep breath, suddenly took out a golden envelope from her arms, and said seriously: "Is this yours?"
Xin Zhuo immediately touched the Qiugongge copybook he carried with him, but he lost it at some point.
He had been carrying this thing with him, and he wanted to take it out yesterday to scare the nuns of Shuiyue An, but then he thought that Shuiyue An did not seem to buy into Qiugong Pavilion's account, and it might aggravate the conflict.
But when did it come into Hui Ruqing’s hands?
Could it be that I lost last night?
What kind of love and hatred is this.
so funny!
"In the morning at the treasure hall, when you sat down, you squeezed it out and I picked it up."
Hui Ruqing explained, stood up and walked to the window, looked outside, suddenly turned back and grabbed his hand.
The hands are soft and warm.
Without waiting for Xin Zhuo to react, he pulled him out of the door: "Shut up and follow me!"
Xin Zhuo had no choice but to suppress his doubts and remain silent.
Hui Ruqing's light body skills were very good, and Xin Zhuo tried his best to catch up.
The two of them walked along the path of the Zen room, twisting and turning, and soon arrived at the quiet place at the back door. When they opened the door, they found the deserted autumn forest outside.
Hui Ruqing turned back and stuffed the post into his arms, smiled: "Don't you want to leave? Let's go!"
Xin Zhuo was a little hesitant. You were so nagging that I was a bit confused. He felt something in his heart and said in surprise: "Are you a spy from Qiugong Pavilion? You can do Infernal Affairs well."
Hui Ruqing rolled her eyes in a unique way: "What do you think?"
I do not guess you guess guess?
"If I leave, the nunnery won't cause trouble for you?" Xin Zhuo asked.
The corners of Hui Ruqing's mouth curved: "You ran away on your own, why do you care about me?"
"It makes sense!" Xin Zhuo took two steps back and saluted, "Thank you!"
Hui Ruqing thought for a while and said: "Remember, if you enter the Qiugong Pavilion tomorrow, the nunnery will not trouble you again. After all, a grown man cannot stay in the nunnery for a long time. The elders have no intention of killing you." , otherwise Fulong Village would have been gone a long time ago, I’m sorry you are a little bandit, but what ability do you have, go ahead!”
Xin Zhuo took a few steps back, turned around and left.
Another teasing voice came from behind: "I have never hugged a man. By the way, my family lives in the most magnificent house in the capital. If you are brave, you are not afraid of being beaten to death. Come and flirt with me again when you have time, and I will give you a little A thief’s sword!”
"Ha, I'll come and flirt with you when I have time. In fact, your arms are quite warm and smell good."
"Bah! Little thief!"
…
It was already dusk when I took Xiao Huang back to Fulong Village, just like the dusk when he was captured by Shuiyue An.
The kitchen was still filled with smoke.
Cui Ying'er sat cross-legged on the bluestone outside the village, her back straight like a master. When she saw Xin Zhuo with her fox eyes, she stood up suddenly: "The boss is back!"
Hearing the commotion, Murong Xiu and Huang Dagui, a group of people in the village, rushed out together, with bright eyes: "The boss!"
Xin Zhuo stretched his waist. It's really not as good as his own kennel. It feels so refreshing to go home: "You're back. What did you cook today?"
Han Qiniang smiled and said: "Pork stewed with vermicelli, add cabbage."
"Add two more jars of burning knives!"
"Okay, the boss."
In the Juyi Hall, a large pot of miscellaneous food was quickly placed, and everyone had a bowl of food and a bowl of wine.
Cui Ying'er and others looked at each other: "Master, did you really go to Qiugong Pavilion?"
Speaking of this, Xin Zhuo put down his chopsticks: "No, I went to Shuiyue Temple for two days."
Without waiting for everyone's curious inquiries, he added: "However, I have decided to go to Qiugong Pavilion tomorrow and decide on my status first."
Cui Ying'er asked: "Is it a sudden decision?"
"It's very sudden, but Qiu Gong Pavilion is not far away anyway. I go early and come back late. It's time to go to school."
…
It was late at night, the crescent moon was covered with a layer of mist, and the surroundings of Fulong Mountain were hazy.
The fog in the valley soon began to rise, making it impossible to see anything around.
"rustle……"
There was a strange sound that sounded like footsteps or something being dragged from far to near, and soon it reached three miles away from Fulong Peak.
On the treetops, several strange birds that had adapted to repelling insects jumped around and changed positions, looking into the depths of the mist. Then, as if their feathers had exploded, they fluttered and flew away into the distance. They just flew a few feet away and then slumped. He fell to the ground, covered in darkness, and turned into withered bones.
"rustle……"
Two figures slowly walked out of the mist, and extremely rich blood and evil energy rose into the sky.
These two people looked like monsters. Their eyes were reddish and their age was indistinguishable. Their hairbands were loose and slightly messy. One was as fat as a winter melon and the other was as thin as a chopstick.
But he was wearing strange old-fashioned armor, and the blood and rust were mixed together, making it difficult to tell where the blood was and where the rust was.
They were clearly two veterans who had experienced countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
At this time, the two of them looked at the more than ten huts in Fulong Village.
The fat man raised his hand, and with the sound of his armor clicking, a wave of shapeless red mist floated away. At first it was only as thick as the mouth of a bowl, but slowly spread, and the trees and thorns along the way withered and withered.
The thin man picked up the dry and rough old bow and a crooked arrow from his back, put the bow on it, and stretched it to make a full moon, as if implying some kind of general trend of heaven and earth. The forest sea within three or four miles around it slightly changed with the bow string and the full moon. Lean back.
The overwhelming energy flew straight into the sky.
"Whoosh——"
The arrow left the string and headed straight for Fulong Village with an incomparably majestic momentum. It was still exuding a heart-stopping terrifying aura in the middle of the journey. It was several feet wide and could flatten a mountain.
The power of one arrow and one poison was so powerful and terrifying that it almost enveloped Fulong Peak like an ant.
Just as the "ants" were about to turn into dust, a cappella song suddenly came from the distance:
"The line between mountains and rivers is a long one for me."
Between Fulong Peak, the arrows, and the poisonous gas, a hazy landscape scroll suddenly appeared.
However, the arrows and poisonous gas disappeared into nothingness as if they had penetrated into the water flow.
In an instant, the general situation of heaven and earth returned to calm.
The two old soldiers looked into the southwest mist with indifferent eyes.
The fat man's voice was rich but without any emotion: "White Crane Hill in the Western Regions?"
"Only seven of Nanli's 800,000 old soldiers from the blood sea are left. They ate the blood and energy of 800,000 robes and finally became masters. Why did you disturb the two of them to come to deal with a little thief?"
"The princess is in a state of confusion. The Qingyu Seven Heavens are in chaos. This person should be punished!"
"The girl is a human being, how can she have no desire? The heartless and desireless Qingyu Seven Days can't be cultivated. The princess is a human being, but the princess who was in a confused state of mind is not a human being? How can we explain the truth? A lifelong misunderstanding at first sight, Su Wu Didn't Ji do less when he was young?"
"Is Bai Heqiu really meddling in this business?"
"Bai Heqiu doesn't care, just arrange thirteen tubes!"
"It turns out to be Mr. Dongfang!"
The dull faces of the two old soldiers finally changed. They cupped their fists and saluted.
The voice in the mist said: "Master Yi Wu is coming, I'm afraid the old nun will not be able to defeat him!"
The two old soldiers were silent for three breaths, then turned around and walked into the fog in tacit agreement.
Then the forest finally returned to calm.
"call--"
In Fulong Village, in the room, Xin Zhuo sat up suddenly, looked around in surprise, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead in surprise.
