"Sister Saint! You are in a daze again!"
Inside the Sanhua Building, there are nine tall buildings.
Hong Luan's voice rang from her ears, pulling Meng Bingyun's thoughts back from the distant past.
She looked at this little fairy girl in her early ten years, and all the chaotic emotions in her eyes turned into tranquility.
Although the short days of practicing with the Tao Master were a little colder, she was more happy than the mortal world in the human world.
"Hong Luan, who do you think is more outstanding among the two just now?"
Meng Bingyun smiled softly and asked in a low voice.
Her temperament is ethereal and fairy-like, and even the previous generation of Sanhualou oiran Su Muzhe is far from comparable.
I wonder what the Lord meant by allowing Him to come to such a place?
She glanced at the long incense burning in front of the table and remembered that the Taoist Master said that if she entered the world, she might come to Sanhua Tower to stay for a while.
"Those two people? I didn't look at them! I just think they are so weak!"
Hong Luan put her hands on her hips and blinked, as if thinking about Hong Xuanji and Qian Daozi who had just left.
But no matter how she thought about it, it didn't leave any impression in her heart.
Even Hong Xuanji, who was in the middle stage of the Martial Saint stage, was nothing in her eyes.
"Have you forgotten that Taoist Master asked you to protect me?"
Meng Bingyun lightly tapped the little girl's head and cursed with a smile.
"Ugh! Don't hit me!"
Hong Luan turned his head angrily and spun around in front of the table, as if he was recalling the two people just now.
Then, she clapped her hands, as if she had an idea:
"That old man is nothing, but that man's name is Hong... Oops, I don't remember! That man has ill intentions towards Sister Saint!"
"I saw a sickening look in his eyes every time he looked at you."
Hong Luan clapped his fingers, as if counting how many times this look had appeared.
But in the end she seemed to give up and said:
"Countless!"
"Malicious, disgusting feeling?"
Meng Bingyun nodded slightly when she heard Hongluan speak.
As a woman, she could not feel Hong Xuanji's strong possessiveness that almost burst out.
Although there was nothing lewd about this look, it still made her feel slightly unhappy and abrupt.
After all, counting the days, it only took two days for them to meet and become acquainted.
"Sister Saint finds it troublesome, I'm going to beat him up now!"
When Hong Luan saw Meng Bingyun frown slightly, she couldn't help but roll up her sleeves, revealing her white and tender arms.
Before entering the world, the Taoist Master told her to protect the Saint Sister. She must do everything in detail and not let the Saint Sister suffer even the slightest grievance.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't end there."
Meng Bingyun shook her head and suppressed Hongluan's suggestion.
This time she entered the world to practice, she just obeyed the Taoist master's words and came to Sanhua Tower for a short stay.
This is only her first stop, and she won't stay long.
Maybe in three months, maybe half a year, she will leave.
After entering the Taishang Dao Sect, she discovered that there were only a few people in her sect.
Hongluan is a little girl adopted by the Taoist master, but her origin is unknown.
And she heard that she also had a senior brother, who seemed to be called Li Hu. The Taoist Master had taken him into his disciples three hundred years ago, and he was currently traveling in the central world of Tianwaitian.
She had met him during the initiation ceremony, and the aura around him was probably much stronger than that of Hong Luan, a ten-year-old immortal girl.
It is said that Senior Brother Li Hu was also thrown into the human world by the Taoist Master and wandered around for many years before he was finally recalled to the mountain gate and began to practice.
It seems to be a tradition of Taishangdao to enter the world first and then be born again.
"Then I'll spare him!"
Hongluan saw that Meng Bingyun didn't care, so he didn't say anything.
She walked to the top of the nine-story tower of Sanhua Tower, looked at the flowing clouds on the horizon, and became stunned again.
Meng Bingyun took out a volume of ancient books from the lining of his clothes, moved the incense in front of the table slightly, and began to study it carefully.
This is a technique given to her by the Taoist Master before he allowed her to enter the world:
The Supreme Forgetting Love Record.
I heard that since the ancient Yang God "Tai" established the Taishang Taoist sect, this technique has been passed down as a basis for tempering the state of mind.
It possesses a state of mind that is based on the Supreme Way, which is called "the Supreme Forgetfulness".
Forget love and be fair, forget love when you are in love, not be moved by emotions, not disturbed by emotions.
Heaven is supremely private, and its use is supremely public.
This is a way to elevate one's state of mind to a level beyond the unity of nature and man.
When you reach this state, you will be able to obtain the Dharma and forget the Dharma, and instead retain all Dharma.
"Can one really forget all feelings?"
Meng Bingyun brushed over the words in the ancient scroll and silently recalled the young man who stood in the Youxuan Courtyard and handed the Peach God Seven Swords to him.
I wonder if the Lord has forgotten all emotions?
Recalling Duan Zhen's eyes, Meng Bingyun only felt that they contained the joy and sorrow that all living beings in the world have. But when the other person's aura changes, the feeling is like the lofty providence, elusive and incomprehensible.
She didn't know what state Duan Zhen was in, but she felt that the other party was sincerely teaching her the Dharma, and she didn't think much about it for the moment.
Maybe being sentimental and forgetting about love and being ruthless are all just a thought of the Taoist Master.
In the quiet pavilion, the lights gradually burned out, but Meng Bingyun felt a little overwhelmed by the trip to Sanhua Tower, which was the first stop after entering the WTO.
News came from unknown sources that the number one painting saint in China had entered a nine-story high-rise building and even painted a painting for the new oiran.
In front of the door of Sanhua Tower, there is this portrait of the fairy from Ruyue Palace entering the mortal world.
For a moment, everyone in Yujing City who had been attracted by the sound of Meng Bingyun's piano was completely excited after seeing the portrait of the saint.
Princes, nobles, wealthy merchants, and children of wealthy families all squeezed their heads to chat with the beauty.
The carriages and horses outside the Sanhua Building were lined up in the middle of the street several miles away.
Many people even spend huge sums of money to buy a position, and then get into fights due to disagreements over allocation.
As soon as this situation occurred, the literati and ministers in Yujing City couldn't help it:
"The enchantress is causing chaos in the country! The witch is causing chaos in the country! This woman is only a geisha in a brothel, so how can she cause chaos in the entire Yujing? We must report it to the emperor and ask Sanhualou to restrain herself!"
"Brother Wu is right! If this continues, won't the world make people laugh at me, the people of Zhongzhou, who are just the people who hang around in the fireworks alley? We must put an end to this!"
"Tomorrow I will make a statement and submit it to Heaven for listening!"
"Go together, go together!"
"...Master Wu, your seat in the Sanhua Building was taken away..."
"What? That's unreasonable! Who is so bold! Take me there quickly!"
"Brother Wu, you...!"
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Not to mention the various miscellaneous things going on outside the Sanhua Building, everything inside the Jiuchong High-rise Building was calm and calm.
Meng Bingyun only saw one person every day. He only played a piece of guqin and then stopped visiting again.
She is not here to perform as a performer, and she is just playing the piano to understand the state of mind and cultivate herself.
Today, Hong Xuanji comes again.
This young talent, who has become a supreme minister at a young age and has reached the middle stage of martial arts cultivation, is handing a contract in his hand to Meng Bingyun:
"Bingyun, I redeemed my life for you, just let me go!"
Hong Xuanji's eyes showed a trace of heat and expectation, and his knuckles were slightly clenched, showing the emotion in his heart.
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