Finally, while Qingyu was going to pick up Xiaobao from the academy, she and Gao Yuerer went shopping with Yelu Mingzhu.
Li Xiuyuan had no choice but to smile to Yelu Mingzhu who was about to go out: "You go and have fun first, and I will take you shopping tomorrow."
The three of them left the courtyard amidst chatter, and the old monk became quiet.
He looked at Li Xiuyuan and said with a smile: "Mingzhu usually stays with her mother and doesn't go shopping carefully. Just let her have fun."
Li Xiuyuan was silent for a moment after hearing this.
He thought that his brother was killed early by Duanmu Ruolan, but he didn't expect that his disciple would finally let go of his hatred and leave Nanhai with his mother.
With his temperament that differentiates between love and hate, it would be difficult for him to do this.
He sighed and said with a wry smile: "Senior, please be merciful."
The old monk was startled for a moment, then looked at him thoughtfully and frowned: "Why, you still can't get over that hurdle?"
Li Xiuyuan glanced at Hong Yuanhai who was sitting beside him, and sighed: "I am not a god, and I am not as compassionate as Ksitigarbha."
The old man didn't know the reason and couldn't say much.
He just took a sip of spiritual tea in silence, and then asked in a low voice: "How long do you plan to take the little girl to live here, senior?"
The old monk shook his head: "I'll leave tomorrow. This guy has a problem with me."
With a chuckle, Li Xiuyuan stopped worrying about Duanmu Ruolan.
Instead, he asked: "Senior, I got the first half of this Buddhist scripture in Suiye City. Where should I find the second half?"
In the final analysis, what Li Xiuyuan cares about right now is his own practice.
After all, the cultivation of the body of nirvana is simply a bit more difficult for him than the whole day.
If Ksitigarbha had not helped him last time, he would not have known when he would be able to ignite the fire of Nirvana.
It seemed that only the old monk could help him with this matter.
Unexpectedly, the old monk smiled faintly and replied: "I am not your master, so I can't help you. I will help you ask him later. By the way, you have already understood the first half of the book?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head.
The old monk then smiled and said, "Then why are you anxious?"
Li Xiuyuan yelled unwillingly: "I thought senior could solve this problem for me, but I didn't expect you to push this matter to my master."
The old monk was too lazy to pay attention to him, but changed the topic again: "Think carefully about what else you want to say to them. If I go back, I'm afraid I won't come back again."
"Nothing to say."
Li Xiuyuan replied quietly: "If you leave, don't miss them anymore. I'm not their father or mother."
Whether it is Xiao Hei who left, or Shuzi and Xiaohu, in Li Xiuyuan's view, they should have their own future instead of being tied to him.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuku said seriously: "Senior, please go back and tell them that I am their boat to cross the river. Since you have crossed the river, you should forget about me."
The old monk smiled faintly: "Having said that, how can everything go as planned?"
That night, as Li Xiuyuan said, when Xiaobao came back and reached out to his senior sister, Yelu Mingzhu had a sad look on his face.
Some things couldn't be given, so in the end I had to randomly stuff some gold coins.
Even so, these gold coins were given to her by Li Xiuyuan.
Fortunately, Xiaobao is not greedy. Suddenly there is an additional senior sister, so he is naturally very happy.
After following Yelu Mingzhu all night and asking questions, Li Xiuyuan finally had to let Qingyu take the little guy back to the house to sleep early.
If Xiaobao knew that Senior Sister came from outside the world, would he still have to practice hard in the future? How to practice?
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When Li Xiuyuan was wandering around the Chang'an market alone with Yelu Mingzhu, even he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been so leisurely.
Yelu Minzhu took his hand and asked, "Master, do you still remember who you went shopping with last time?"
At the market, Yelu Mingzhu introduced different merchants to Li Xiuyuan, chattering along the way. It was obvious that she had just learned the skills from Qingyu yesterday.
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, sighed and said: "I forgot, I should be bringing your Uncle Hei and the two sisters Qingqing and Yan'er who have left."
If calculated according to the time of the Tang Dynasty, it would be almost a hundred years in the blink of an eye.
Yelu Mingzhu curled her lips and shouted: "I didn't expect that Master hasn't been here for so long. He is living a more miserable life than Mingzhu."
Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but laugh when he heard this: "Are you living in poverty? I'll ask my seniors later."
"There is a teahouse in front of Master. Let's go in and sit down?"
Li Xiuyuan raised his head, and unknowingly the two of them came to the Xuanwu Gate again. He and the old man laughed at the teahouse where they stood from the window and watched the storm, and couldn't help but sigh softly.
"Go in, I'm tired from walking too."
I don’t know how many things I bought for Yelv Locust Pearl, and many of them were brought to Xiaoju, Shuzi and others. Li Xiuyuan only felt that his mouth was dry and he really needed to drink a pot of hot tea.
Li Xiuyuan took her directly to the second floor and sat down in front of a seat near the window.
Looking at the palace gate not far away, thinking about Emperor Taizong who fought bravely and killed his brothers with a bow, how could he suddenly turn into a handful of loess?
"Brother, here are two plates of snacks and a pot of spring tea." Li Xiuyuan greeted the man not far away.
"Wait a moment, guest, he's coming!" the waiter responded.
Yelu Mingzhu thought for a while and asked: "Master, do you often come here to drink tea? The Imperial City of the Tang Dynasty is so lively."
Li Xiuyuan looked at her and shook his head, smiling: "It's not often, I just came here a few times with the old shopkeeper."
Yelu Mingzhu nodded, frowned and said, "Three days passed in the blink of an eye, it went by too fast. Mingzhu has not stayed with the master for a few days, and she has to go back again."
"well!"
Li Xiuyuan sighed quietly and replied: "This is not where you came from. Didn't you see that I even stopped temporarily in this world?"
"Sister Shuzi said that Master cultivates his mind here. I didn't believe it at first... I didn't expect that Master would grow vegetables here again just like Tianshan Mountain."
With a faint smile, Li Xiuyuan replied: "If I don't grow vegetables, what will I eat?"
Yelu Mingzhu took two plates of pastries from the waiter's hand, and Li Xiuyuan poured hot tea for the two of them. Before he could say anything, a "ding dong!" sound came from not far away.
The master and apprentice turned to look, but there was a woman not far away holding a pipa and playing with it gently.
The crisp sound of the piano instantly spread throughout the flower building, and it was the first time for Li Xiuyuan to hear someone playing the pipa.
I couldn't help but listen attentively, but my heart was gently following the beat.
He didn't expect that such a simple instrument could sound so beautiful.
Yelu Mingzhu followed the voice and glanced around, only to see a woman with plain skirt and long hair sitting there quietly, lowering her head and quietly playing the pipa in her arms.
Even Yelu Mingzhu, who originally wanted to have a conversation with the master, became quiet now.
There was a faint smile on his face. Although the guqin and the pipa were different, it was a rare enjoyment to hear this beautiful melody.
"After all these years, I wonder how Mingzhu's Qin Dao practice has turned out?" Li Xiuyuan took a sip of the spring tea in the cup and asked lightly.
"Well, Master said I can play pretty well..." Yelu Mingzhu turned around and replied softly.
"Could it be that your master is doting on you on purpose?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled and asked, "Listen to how this girl plays. If you were on top, would it be as beautiful as this?"
"Master, what do you mean?"
Yelu Mingzhu was startled and did not understand the meaning of Li Xiuyuan's words. Instead, he frowned and replied, "Master, Mingzhu's Qin Dao is for practicing killing skills, and he is not playing it for others to listen to."
A strange look flashed in Li Xiuyuan's eyes, and then it disappeared, and then he sighed softly.
Said: "Mingzhu, you have not been with me for long. Now that you have let go of the resentment of the past, you must try to turn that heaven-shattering sound of the piano into the gurgling water in the mountains."
Then he looked into the void and murmured: "Senior, don't you think so? I can't just watch her practice on weekdays. This cultivation of mind is more important than practice, isn't it?"
He actually wanted to know why you were so harsh on me and yet you indulged me on purpose when you came to Mingzhu.
Doesn't this harm the little girl's future?
The old monk sitting in the living room of No. 47 was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed lightly: "Are you scolding me for not knowing how to teach? How about I teach you instead?"
"Senior, you know that I don't know how to teach others. I just want Mingzhu to be more peaceful. Isn't that good?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed, looked at Yelu Mingzhu in front of him and smiled bitterly: "It seems that I shouldn't have taught you to play the most difficult piano music back then."
The old monk chuckled: "At the beginning, that was also your choice."
Yelu Mingzhu chuckled, picked up a piece of pastry and placed it in front of Li Xiuyuan, and said with a smile: "Didn't you hear what the master said? It was your decision at the beginning, master."
Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly and replied: "I have to talk to Master about this later."
While the master and apprentice were whispering softly and enjoying the sweet sound of the piano in the teahouse, there was suddenly a rush of footsteps outside the teahouse.
Not long after, these footsteps rushed up to the second floor.
A woman's voice suddenly sounded: "Come up here and destroy this teahouse!"
"Boom boom boom!"
Suddenly, there was a sound of cups being thrown and tables being smashed in the teahouse. A large group of people rushed up to the second floor and smashed everything they saw. The guests were so frightened that they fled downstairs in panic.
Yelu Mingzhu's face suddenly turned cold and she wanted to stand up.
Li Xiuyuan reached out and pulled her to sit next to him, and said quietly: "Don't worry, let's take a look first."
"I said Wang Yu'er, please come and be fine."
A cold female voice came, and among the crowd, a woman in a red dress went up to the second floor and stared coldly at the woman playing the pipa not far away.
"Xiao Bizhen, what do you want?"
Seeing the tiger-wolf-like woman in red dress, the face of the woman in plain skirt immediately turned ugly, and she sighed secretly in her heart.
"Why are you still standing there, just keep smashing!"
Xiao Bizhen, who was dressed in red, glanced at the group of people behind her and scolded coldly: "If anything happens, my father will be responsible for it, it's none of your business."
After the words fell, several big and thick men were stunned, then lifted up the tables and chairs and continued to smash them.
There were loud crackling noises one after another, making the whole teahouse tremble.
Even the shopkeeper and Huoqing in the building did not dare to come up to break up the fight. It was obvious that the woman in the red dress who rushed in today was not a kind person.
Li Xiuyuan sighed softly, thinking, is it possible that the scene from that year would have to be repeated in Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty?
Back then, he could ignore the fighting in front of the Xuanwu Gate in the imperial city.
Today, I can't bear to see a weak woman being bullied by a gang of villains.
Not to mention, sitting in front of him is a jealous Yelv Pearl.
After thinking about it for a while, I had no choice but to send a message to the old monk at No. 47: "Senior, there is going to be a wind in the imperial city. When will you take the Pearl and leave?"
He doesn't have to worry about many debts, but the worst he can do is overthrow the imperial city.
But she didn't want the Tang Dynasty's dirty water to stain her precious disciple's skirt.
The old monk sighed and said with a wry smile: "You really can't stop yourself. You can encounter such a thing even when you are walking down the street."
Li Xiuyuan took Yelu Mingzhu's little hand and smiled lightly: "I can't help it, this junior has such a temperament."
