Zhang Lingluo is not the kind of woman who feels ashamed after being spoken to a few words. She is not afraid of what others say when she dares to do something, and even if others are unhappy, they can't do anything to her.
If someone says a few words to you, you won't lose your hair. You will only get angry with others and make yourself angry.
After Zhu Jiuchun said this, he turned around to thank Fu and said with a smile: "I am Zhu Jiuchun, my father is Zhu Changlin."
Zhu Changlin is the current head of the Zhu Clan family, and the three words Zhu Changlin on the newspaper also make his identity quite clear.
Xie Fu responded: "Thank you, Fu."
But they didn't report their origins. Generally, they didn't report their origins. It was an ordinary family. Even if an ordinary family reported it, no one else would know.
"Thank you, Master. Junior sister and I have been shopping for a day. We are a little tired and want to go back to rest. See you again if we have the chance."
After Zhu Jiuchun said something, he specifically glanced at his brother Zhu Jiuxia before walking into the inner hall with the woman in white.
After Zhu Jiuchun left, Zhang Lingluo smiled at Zhu Jiuxia and said, "Second Young Master, it seems your brother is a little unhappy."
Zhu Jiuxia said: "He is him, I am me, Ling Luo, where are we going now?" But she was very close to him.
Zhang Lingluo suddenly said, "I lost the hairpin on my head." As she said this, she started to look down and around.
Zhu Jiuxia asked: "Did you drop it when you were visiting the temple just now?"
"Probably."
"Ling Luo, wait a moment, I will go find it for you now."
Zhu Jiuxia said and immediately lowered his head and looked back.
After Zhu Jiuxia left, Xie Fu said with a smile: "I can see that he is very kind to you, why are you teasing him like this?"
Zhang Lingluo responded with a smile: "If someone is good to me, I will be good to him. Then I will be exhausted. Uncle Xie, why are you here?"
Xie Fu said with a smile: "Today is a temple fair, so I'll come and take a stroll."
Zhang Lingluo said thoughtfully: "I just came to this back hall while shopping. It's not lively at all."
Xie Fu did not answer directly, but smiled: "Miss Zhang, why are you here? Don't tell me that you came to visit the temple fair by chance."
The four major Wuzhong nobles are responsible for the security of the Wenting Temple Fair every year. After all, with so many martial arts practitioners pouring into Suzhou City, someone has to control them.
Zhuangsheng Temple is in charge of the Zhu and Zhang families, and around Suzhou is the Gu and Lu families.
What is different from the past is that this time, Chi Fei must be wary, so the four families secretly sent real masters who could fight against Chi Fei.
Zhang Lingluo laughed in a low voice: "Uncle Xie, let's not pretend to be confused. What do you want to do here?"
Xie Fu smiled and said, "I'm really just here to join in the fun."
Zhang Lingluo came closer, blew softly into Xie Fu's ear and said, "What is your purpose? You might as well tell me. I like to do bad things the most."
Xie Fu chuckled: "What kind of bad things can a person with low cultivation level like me do?"
Zhang Lingluo whispered again: "Oh, if I tell others that you have Wujisu pulse, do you think they will arrest you and torture you."
Xie Fu smiled and said, "I'm tired from walking. Is there a place to rest?"
Zhang Lingluo laughed softly and said, "Go to my room and you can whisper."
Xie Fu nodded and followed Zhang Lingluo into the back hall of Zhuangzi Temple. When he passed a courtyard, there was someone guarding the door.
Seeing that it was Zhang Lingluo, she didn't even ask a question and just let them go. If tourists got lost and got here, they would be asked to leave.
Entering the back hall, it is obviously much more secluded, more like a Taoist retreat in the Zu Temple.
Xie Fu was curious as to why he didn't see anyone in the martial arts along the way. He didn't have any ulterior motives in his trip. He planned to open the skylight and speak openly and ask Zhang Lingluo.
After walking through the corridor and passing through the courtyard, we arrived at a courtyard on the east side. There were many men in Zhang Lingluo serving in the courtyard. When they saw Zhang Lingluo, they all called her "Miss" respectfully.
Xie Fu saw that these people all had swords hanging on their waists, and knew that they were not ordinary servants of Zhang clan.
Zhang Lingluo took Xie Fu directly to a side room in the middle of the yard, and the cats and dogs behind him immediately stopped.
However, Hu Diquan wanted to follow him directly. Zhang Lingluo turned around and said with a smile: "Big stupid bear, do you want to come in too?"
Hu Diquan hesitated, Xie Fu said with a smile: "Diquan, why don't you wait outside."
Entering the wing, Zhang Lingluo smiled and said, "I can see that this stupid bear is loyal to you."
Xie Fu said with a smile: "I and the land are all friends. There is no such thing as loyalty or mutual concern."
Xie Fu glanced at the wing room. Although the wing room was not big, the layout was very elegant and interesting. The indoor windows were bright and clean, the floor was paved with square tiles, and the floor was spotless.
There is a low couch near the window. There is a small square couch in the couch, and there is a simple incense burner on it. The green smoke is curling up in the furnace, and the fragrance is dense.
There are some calligraphy and painting couplets hanging on the walls, and the environment is very quiet and elegant.
Zhang Lingluo closed the door.
Xie Fu smiled and said, "Why did you close the door in broad daylight?"
Zhang Lingluo said with a smile: "When you whisper, you have to be careful that the walls have ears."
Xie Fu smiled helplessly, fearing that those outside would misunderstand.
Zhang Lingluo Yingying smiled and said: "Are you afraid?"
These words made Xie Fu feel a little ironic. Shouldn't it be you, a pure and beautiful little lady, who is afraid?
The two sat down on the low couch. Zhang Lingluo boiled water and said, "Uncle Xie, were you wronged just now?"
Xie Fu responded: "No."
Zhang Lingluo asked: "Are you still angry in your heart? How about I break up Zhu Jiuchun and his woman just to vent your anger?"
Xie Fu smiled and said: "How do you break them up?"
Zhang Lingluo smiled and said: "Zhu Jiuchun likes me."
"Oh, he confessed his love to you?"
"No."
"Then why is Miss Zhang so confident? The woman next to Mr. Zhu is outstanding in appearance and not bad at all."
Zhang Lingluo chuckled: "Because Zhu Jiuchun always wants to keep the best things for himself."
Xie Fu laughed loudly.
Zhang Lingluo glanced at Xie Fu, "Uncle Xie, I'm optimistic about you, because only treacherous people can achieve great things."
Xie Fu smiled and said, "How can you tell that I am treacherous?"
"Auntie said you are a very treacherous person."
Xie Fu smiled and said, "I thought I was a loyal person in Sister Zhen's eyes."
"Auntie said you are good at judging situations, even though you are good at pretending. Do you admit it?"
Xie Fu smiled and said: "Okay, but there is an exception."
"Under what circumstances?"
"Treat family and friends."
"Uncle Xie, are you warning me?"
"Miss Zhang, you can use it as a joke."
"Do you think I'm someone who'll take a warning?"
"You don't. Maybe you think you are smarter than others, but one day you will meet someone smarter and more powerful than you."
Zhang Lingluo smiled faintly: "It's like playing chess. Sometimes, even if you know you are losing, you still have to play to the end."
Xie Fu smiled and said, "Miss Zhang, there is no need to regard me as an enemy."
Zhang Lingluo chuckled: "Who treats you as an enemy? You are my Uncle Xie."
At this time, the water boiled, and Zhang Lingluo poured tea for Xie Fu herself.
He held out his hands and said, "Thank you, uncle. You are thirsty. Please drink tea."
Xie Fu looked at the tea, but didn't take it for a long time.
Zhang Lingluo smiled and said: "What? Are you worried that I will poison the tea?"
Xie Fu smiled and said: "If you want to harm me, there is no need to poison the tea." He took it and took a sip.
Zhang Lingluo smiled and said: "There are many kinds of poisons. Some can make people lose their minds and burn their bodies in flames. Some can make people feel soft all over, like traceless pulses."
Zhang Lingluo glanced at Fu Xie specifically as she spoke, and said straight to the point: "Uncle Xie, how come you have traceless veins? This is something from Nestorian Christianity."
Xie Fu said with a smile: "Miss Zhang, you don't have to doubt me. I have nothing to do with Nestorianism. I got this traceless pulse by chance and used it to save my life."
Zhang Lingluo said calmly: "Yes, with your shallow cultivation, it is difficult for people to notice you." There was something in his words again.
Fu Xie didn't like this way of testing each other's words, and said directly: "Miss Zhang, I am a person who has a strong interest in martial arts. I came to Zhuang Sheng Temple at this time. I also heard that today a master of martial arts helped the martial arts masters to overcome the disaster. It’s such an eye-opening day to think about it.”
Zhang Lingluo smiled and said, "Are you also interested in literature?"
"yes."
"You want to broaden your horizons?"
Xie Fu responded: "Yes."
Zhang Lingluo said: "But when reciting the mantra of congratulations, a master of literary arts must concentrate and not be disturbed by other people."
Xie Fu said: "I shouldn't be considered a bastard if I follow you."
"Let's go, I'll take you to see it."
Xie Fu didn't expect Zhang Lingluo to respond so readily.
Opening the door, Hu Diquan was surprised: "Come out so soon?"
Xie Fu asked: "Then how long do you think is appropriate?"
Hu Diquan said: "It must take some time."
Zhang Lingluo said: "Uncle Xie, let's go."
Hu Diquan followed, "Xie Fu, where are you going?"
"Forehead……"
Before Xie Fu finished speaking, Zhang Lingluo said: "Big stupid bear, I don't like the smell on your body, so don't follow me."
Xie Fu said perfunctorily: "I want to go to the back mountain with Miss Zhang for a walk. There is no place on earth. Otherwise, you should stop following me."
Hu Diquan blurted out: "Fight in the field!" After all, in Hu Diquan's impression, Zhang Lingluo was too dissolute.
As soon as Hu Diquan finished speaking, he was startled and looked at Zhang Lingluo quietly.
Zhang Lingluo said with a smile: "Yes, if you want to enjoy a unique man like Uncle Xie, you must use a unique way."
Hu Diquan yelled, but Xie Fu smiled bitterly, "Miss Zhang, lead the way."
On the way, Zhang Lingluo asked: "Uncle Xie, when we are walking together, do you think others will suspect that we are a couple?"
Xie Fu responded: "No!"
Zhang Lingluo asked curiously: "Why?"
Xie Fu said: "They will only think that I am one of your male favorites."
Zhang Lingluo giggled.
While talking, the two walked to the back mountain and saw two people sitting opposite each other under an old cypress tree. In fact, one of them was wearing a blue Taoist uniform.
As if not to disturb the two of them, Zhang Lingluo stopped from a distance and said to Fu Xie: "The man wearing blue clothes is a scholar. The color of the clothes he wears is that of a blue Confucian master. This Being in the Wen court is a status symbol, and the literary and Taoist cultivation corresponding to the blue Confucian master should be in Zhengru."
Zhang Lingluo continued: "There is God's message in the sky, and the body, mind, and thoughts are deeply integrated into it. When you read it and recite it, you combine your own spirit with the other's spirit, and call it the mantra."
"The mantras recited by people in the Literary Way are used to guide the mysterious power of heaven and earth with their own thoughts. Reciting mantras requires opening the chakra, which ordinary people cannot recite. For example, reciting the mantras of blessings requires opening the throat chakra and The two chakras are the manipura chakra.”
Xie Fu nodded and asked, "What's the mystery behind that cypress tree?"
Zhang Lingluo smiled and said: "That is not an ordinary cypress tree, that is a lightning-struck cypress tree."
"Lightning strikes cypress!"
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