She looked at Monk Xumi, and then at the simple stone tower. What showed on her cold face was neither contempt and hatred, nor curiosity and regret.
She seemed a little envious.
Monk Xumi naturally also saw her.
Although they had never met before, Monk Xumi knew who it was by telepathy.
"What are you doing here?" Monk Xumi's calm mind suddenly became agitated.
Miaoqin did not answer Monk Xumi's question.
Instead, he sighed, looked at Monk Xumi, and answered the question inappropriately: "She is too ordinary to bear such a decisive and fierce love like yours."
"Of course she loves you, but her love... can never reach your level. Monk... if I were you, I should have let her die three years ago."
Miao Qin's voice was filled with an unknown emotion.
Hongyu, who heard the sound in the tower, made a sharp voice: "Miaoqin! Are you here to laugh at me? Laugh at me for being betrayed by the person I love most, laugh at me for being imprisoned in this stone tower, never to see the light of day. , laugh at my failure, but you are still noble?"
After finishing speaking, another muffled groan came from the tower.
Although she did not speak to Monk Xumi.
But if her voice is heard by Monk Xumi, she will naturally be punished. At the same time, Monk Xumi sitting next to him was also in pain, but with a happy smile on his face.
Miaoqin suddenly fell silent when faced with Hongyu's question.
But he suddenly raised his head: "Since you are not me, how do you know that the pain I have suffered today is not as good as yours?"
He said stretching out his hands.
Her fingers are delicate and white, slender and flexible.
It doesn't look like it was scrapped at all.
Obviously Master Guanyue lied.
But no one would really question a real Yuanshen because of this matter.
"My hand is fine, and my grandfather has never punished me, but I am already a joke in Tianyin Pavilion. Every fellow disciple, every elder, and even the new outer disciples will look at me with strange eyes .”
"Each of them will say in their hearts, look...that is the little princess of Tianyin Pavilion who lost the battle of piano to a rogue cultivator. It is because of her that sixty-three disciples of Tianyin Pavilion died. There was a gap between Tianyin Pavilion and Tianxuan Sect because of her, and it would never be possible to repair the relationship between Tianyin Pavilion and Damitao Temple." Miao Qin's words seemed to be filled with too much pain.
But when the pain reaches my mouth, it doesn't seem so 'painful' anymore.
This was not because she was not that miserable in her heart, but because the pain had numbed her and blinded her soul.
"I have received the greatest punishment. If I could... I would have preferred that three years ago, you stormed the mountain gate and died together with me." Miao Qin's words were filled with hidden expectations.
This is not her excuse, but her heartfelt wish.
It is impossible for a person not to make mistakes in this life.
Miaoqin just made a choice, choosing to conceal the truth and fabricate a lie to save herself and Tianyin Pavilion's face.
But after she told this lie, the subsequent development was out of her control.
Monk Xumi's expression did not change significantly because of Miaoqin's explanation.
Because of your own suffering, you should understand and sympathize with the suffering of everyone in the world.
That is the state of Buddha.
And Monk Xumi...he is just a monk who has broken his precepts, he is not a Buddha.
Maybe even become a devil.
"So, what are you doing here?" Lin Xi took over Monk Xumi's body and seemed to finally have a sense of participation in this matter.
He instinctively sensed that Miao Qin's appearance was an opportunity.
"I'm here to ask for a roll of piano music!"
"It is impossible for a casual cultivator to beat me in piano skills. In the past three years, I have read through classics and consulted many documents, and finally found a clue. What you used... is Sima Wenjun's "Qiu Luan" "Comment"!" Miao Qin said in a very determined tone.
Lin Xi didn't know who Sima Wenjun was.
Monk Xumi didn't seem to know either.
But Miao Qin continued to explain: "Sima Wenjun was a person who lived more than a thousand years ago. She once had some relationship with my ancestor Lan Ting of Tianyin Pavilion. Someone left a poem praising her piano sound. The mountain looks like Luan Mountain, and the ocean looks like a river."
"And the "Qiu Luan Pu" she left behind may be the only piano score in the Qingxiao world that can be slightly better than my Tianyin Pavilion in terms of piano skills."
Lin Xi looked at Miao Qin and suddenly felt that sometimes women are really scary.
Because of other people's discrimination and insults in their eyes, you can even open your mouth and ask for the music score from the inextricable enemy.
What kind of shameless spirit is this?
Even if Lin Xi is a demon, he doesn't think... he can have such a thick skin.
Sure enough, in the stone tower, Hongyu let out a long and shrill laugh: "That's right! I do have "Qiu Luan Pu", but even if I die, I will never give it to you."
"You want to prove yourself with your otherworldly piano skills, surpassing those of the entire Tianyin Pavilion? You are delusional!"
Miao Qin said: "No! You will promise me."
"What if... I could release you?"
Lin Xi frowned and realized something was wrong.
As soon as his thoughts changed, his consciousness returned to the consciousness space, and he could only watch as Monk Xumi's subjective consciousness took over the mainstream again.
"Amitabha! As long as the young monk is here, the female donor...it will be impossible to let her go."
When Hongyu heard this, her long smile turned into a sad smile.
Lin Xi absorbed the negative emotions that poured out of the stone tower with great pleasure.
Miao Qin is right.
The ruby is not worthy of the deep love of Monk Xumi.
There is a difference between loving someone and loving someone.
Hongyu's love is life-threatening. Perhaps the initial utilitarianism has long been integrated with the later unforgettable love, and it is impossible to distinguish between true and false, and between each other.
Monk Xumi's love transcends constraints, morality, and bottom lines. He even gives up himself.
His wish is just to keep Hongyu alive.
He is willing to become a demon, and he only wants the red jade to become a Buddha.
So, from the moment Hongyu was imprisoned by Monk Xumi.
There was a ball of anger burning in her heart.
And her anger grew stronger and stronger, and gradually even suppressed her original love for Monk Xumi.
Looking at Monk Xumi, he looked at the determination and persistence on his face.
Miao Qin sighed again: "I really think...it would be great if Hong Yu and I exchanged places!"
Then he continued: "This place is Tianyin Pavilion after all, and I... am the granddaughter of Master Guanyue after all. So... I know that today is the music presentation ceremony of Tianyin Pavilion every hundred years. Searching from Beihai The dragon bone incense purchased by the Dragon Sect will fill the entire Kongji Mountain."
"And dragon bone incense, once mixed with the smell of burning white peacock feathers, will become the most powerful intoxicant."
"Monk...do you feel a little dizzy now?"
When Miaoqin spoke, Monk Xumi had already begun to feel dizzy.
Everything in front of him began to overlap and form phantoms.
He stretched out his hand to stop it.
In a blur, he saw that a door had been smashed open in the stone tower.
The girl in white, holding a token, broke the formation and seal blessed by Tianyin Pavilion.
Dressed in red... flashed by.
Immediately afterwards, Monk Xumi fell into a thoughtless trance.
