Chapter 80 Mr. Dongfang and Old Soldier Nanli
"... It happened that Wang Jinglong took office as the local inspector. He learned of Su San's grievance and ordered that all the personnel involved in Su San's case be quickly escorted to the Yamen for review...
Su San The wrongs were redressed, and the lovers finally got married.”
I don’t know who the old voice was in front of me, or who the “Master Yi Wu” was, 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 of three attacks on the Bone Demon and Du Shiniang, but they were not perfect enough. After explaining it clearly, I was afraid that these nuns who had nothing to do during the day and night would not comply, so I had no choice but to choose "Su San Qi Jie".
Sure enough, after the story was told, the nuns were fascinated by it, 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 Wang Daguan, she came from a poor family and was ruined by Shen Yanlin. She is not beautiful after all."
"I don't think so!"
Xin Zhuo retorted seriously: "Although Miss Su is from a humble background, her situation is miserable, and her body is not clean, but what can a weak woman do? Her heart is always clean. Yes, the skinny bag is a mortal thing after all, and a noble spirit is the kingly way. , just like I did to Hui Ruqing, I will never blame her for becoming a monk, I will always love her..."
Hui Ruqing was originally listening with enthusiasm, but suddenly raised her head: "Little thief, you Come again..."
"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 enters the seventh or eighth level, why bother relying on men and pleasing men?"< br>
These are all nonsense words!
Shuiyue An is really not serious.
Xin Zhuo had no choice but to sigh: "Miss Su San is actually practicing martial arts, but her bones are not good enough. As a result, she was stuck in the second ninth level. Although the Nine Yin White Bone Claw in her hand is powerful, it is still a bit weaker. It’s hard to walk in the world.”
"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, and 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 has been carrying this thing with him. Yesterday he wanted to take it out to scare the nuns of Shuiyue'an, but then he thought that Shuiyue'an didn't seem to buy Qiugong Pavilion's account. Maybe he would do it again. aggravate conflicts.
But when did it come into Hui Ruqing’s hands?
Could it be that I lost last night?
What kind of love and hate is this.
That’s ridiculous!
"In the morning in the treasure hall, when you sat down, you squeezed out, and I picked it up."
Hui Ruqing explained, got up and walked to the window, looked outside, Suddenly turned around and grabbed his hand.
The hands are very soft and warm.
Not 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 kung fu was very beautiful, and Xin Zhuo tried his best to catch up.
The two of them followed 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 saw the deserted autumn forest outside.
Hui Ruqing turned back and stuffed the post into his arms, smiling: "Don't you want to trick the nun into letting me go? Let's go!"
Xin Zhuo hesitated, you are such a god God was nagging, which made me a little confused, and I thought about it and said: "You are not a spy of Qiugong Pavilion, are you? You can play Infernal Affairs well."
Hui Ruqing rolled her eyes in a unique way: "What do you think?"
Do you think I can guess?
"If I leave, the nunnery won't cause trouble for you?" Xin Zhuo asked.
The corner of Hui Ruqing's mouth curved: "You ran away on your own, what do you care about me?"
"That makes sense!" Xin Zhuo took two steps back and saluted, " Thank you! ”
Hui Ruqing looked at him seriously and said: "Remember, if you enter the Qiugong Pavilion tomorrow, the nunnery will have some scruples and will not trouble you again, and... 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, 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 Beijing. If you are brave, you are not afraid of being beaten to death. Come and flirt with me when you are free." I won't give you a blow, little thief!"
"Ha, I'll flirt with you when I have time. In fact, your arms are quite warm and smell good."
"Bah! Thief!”
...
It was already dusk when I took Xiao Huang back to Fulong Village, just like the dusk that day when I was captured by Shuiyue An.
The kitchen is still smoking.
Cui Ying'er sat cross-legged on the bluestone outside the village, with 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 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: "I'm back. What did you cook today?"
Han Qiniang said with a smile: " Stewed pork vermicelli with cabbage. "
"Add two more jars of roasting knives!"
"Okay, Mr. Master."
A large pot of chowder was quickly placed in the Juyi Hall. Everyone has 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. Two-day trip. "
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 is very sudden, but Qiu Gong Pavilion is not far away anyway. I go early and come back late, just 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.
"Rustling..."
A strange sound, like footsteps or the dragging sound of some kind of object, came from far and near, and soon arrived 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 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.
"Shasha..."
Two figures slowly walked out of the mist, and the extremely rich blood and evil spirit rose into the sky.
The two of them looked like monsters. Their eyes were reddish and their age could not be seen. 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 amidst the rattling sound of his armor, 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 on his back, put the bow together, and pulled it like a full moon, as if implying some kind of general trend of heaven and earth, the forest sea within three or four miles around him followed. The full moon is on the bow string, and it is slightly tilted back.
The overwhelming energy soared into the sky.
"Whoosh——"
The arrow left the string, carrying an extremely majestic momentum, and went straight to Fulong Village. It was still exuding a heart-stopping terrifying aura in the middle, and it was several feet wide. A mountain can be leveled.
The power of one arrow and one poison is so powerful and terrifying that it almost envelopes Fulong Peak like an ant.
Seeing that the "ants" were about to turn into dust, a cappella song suddenly came from the distance:
"Between the mountains and rivers, my journey is long."
Between Fulong Peak, the arrows, and the poisonous gas, a hazy landscape scroll suddenly appeared.
However, the arrows and poisonous gas seemed to have penetrated into the water and disappeared.
In an instant, the general situation of the world returned to calm.
The two veterans looked into the southwest fog with indifferent eyes.
The fat man’s voice was rich but without any emotion: “White Crane Hill in the Western Regions?”
"Nan Li's 800,000 old soldiers from the sea of blood, only seven are left. They ate the blood of 800,000 robes and eventually became great masters. Why bother the two of them to come to deal with a little thief?"
"The princess is confused. , Qingyu Seven Heavens Chaos, this person should be punished”
"The girl is a human being, how can she have no desire? You can't cultivate it in seven days of being ruthless and without desire."
"Is Bai Heqiu really meddling in this business?"
"Bai Heqiu doesn't care. Thirteen tubes in a row! ”
"It turns out to be Mr. Dongfang!"
The dull faces of the two old soldiers finally changed, and they cupped their fists and saluted.
The voice in the mist said: "Master Yi Wu is coming, the old nun is afraid that he will be defeated!"
The two old soldiers were silent for three breaths, and turned around and walked into the mist in tacit agreement.
Then the forest finally returned to peace.
"Huh——"
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.
The next twenty chapters will set up a big game. No matter the ambiguity or the women are all illusions, it may be a bit boring, but the life and death game is absolutely exciting. Please read it and don’t hit me if you don’t read it.
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