Updated: 2011-10-08

Qin Guhe's expression looked very tired, so Huang Meihua didn't stay in the villa for too long, but after the old man entered the study, she made tea as always, turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, and left alone. When opening the heavy door of the villa, Huang Meihua saw that the young man who had been down the mountain for less than half a year was sitting alone on the white marble steps in front of the villa, leaning on the huge Pixiu from the hands of a famous man, and the background under the night was lonely and lonely.

The sky is full of stars, the street lights are dim, and in the late autumn and winter nights, you can even hear the insects and frogs. The wind is a little cool, it does not have much impact on Huang Meihua, who has practiced martial arts all his life, for some reason, Huang Meihua, who doesn't like hypocrisy very much, still took off his coat and gently draped it on the shoulders of the young man, as if he was afraid of disturbing the young man who seemed to have fallen asleep by Pixiu, and his movements were very light, and then, he found a place to sit down on the other side of the steps, and also looked up at the endless starry sky.

"Uncle, do you think there are really immortals in the sky?" Li Yundao said without warning.

Huang Meihua was stunned for a moment, and then said: "The master who passed on my martial arts said that there is a Buddha in the Western Heavens, and if you correct the fruit, you can become a Buddha, on the contrary, you have to fall into the six realms of reincarnation and suffer from life to life." ”

Li Yundao said: "But my master said that there are no immortals, no Buddhas, no Western Heaven, and no hell in this world. After a pause, Li Yundao continued, "Isn't it ridiculous, the master is a great lama, although the tantric Mahayana and the Central Plains Hinayana have the same origin, and the master has also cultivated a lifetime of Buddha, but he said that it is not the Buddha who cultivates, but his own heart." ”

Huang Meihua smiled, did not speak, and continued to look up at the starry sky, as if she could see through the true value of human life in that dark blue sky decorated with starbeads.

"Cultivating the Buddha first cultivates the body, then cultivates the mind, and finally cultivates that merit!" In the end, Li Yundao muttered to himself.

Li Yundao still leaned his head on Pixiu, but adjusted his posture slightly, changed his movements, and turned his head sideways to look at this middle-aged man who had followed the old man for more than 20 years but never spoke much, probably because of his martial arts practice, he was obviously in his forties, but he only looked like he was in his early thirties. The face of the national character, the burly figure, the killing spirit of the body has long been freely retracted in the years of killing in all directions, hidden but not revealed, at first glance, quite a lot of it is a bodyguard, there is nothing to do with the legend that the heavyweight "Uncle Huang" who can dominate the black and white in the Yangtze River Delta, even Li Da Diaomin, who is meticulous in observation, really thought that he was just an old qualified bodyguard of the Qin family at first. Huang Meihua lived forty-five years old, practiced martial arts for forty-two years, and after leaving the school at the age of eighteen, he went into the rivers and lakes alone, and at the age of twenty-three, he met Bole Qin Guhe, and since then he has been willing to saddle the horse as a slave and a servant. Regarding the part where Huang Meihua met Qin Guhe, there are no less than ten versions circulating in black and white, but there is no way to know what the real situation is.

"Uncle, have you ever gone to school and studied?" Li Yundao suddenly asked a very unconstructive question for no reason.

It's just that this sentence aroused Uncle Huang's interest, and he looked pity: "The biggest regret in my life is that I didn't study well when I was a child." If I had been in school at that time, I wouldn't have read it for ten years without reading it. ”

Li Da Diaomin, who used to hold the unscrupulous in the old lama's chanting hall, said with a smile: "If you can really read it thoroughly, then uncle, you are really a god." However, Shili has some research in this area, if you have time, uncle, you can talk to him to discuss and discuss, he used to take it in the mountains and read it with my second brother, but unfortunately, I always have a few doubts about fate, so I haven't thought about studying numerology metaphysics for the time being, otherwise I can talk to you about Yuan Tiangang's numerology. ”

"Yuan Tiangang?" Huang Meihua looked confused.

Li Yundao was completely speechless this time, daring to love Uncle Huang, who had unlimited force value next to him, who had been reading for ten years, and he didn't know who Yuan Tiangang was. The volume in Huang Meihua's hand is a manuscript, even the pictures are hand-painted, but there is no author's name, so naturally I don't know the Yuan fairy who pointed out the "dragon pupil and phoenix neck". Li Yundao didn't entangle himself much with the fierce man around him in this regard, after all, the gap between his force value and historical common sense was too wide, but Li Yundao finally asked a question that he had just been pondering: "Uncle, did the old man build that Crouching Tiger base in a long time in anticipation of something?"

The smile on Huang Meihua's face disappeared in vain, replaced by an indescribable haze. Huang Meihua didn't say anything, Li Yundao didn't urge, and after a long time, Huang Meihua sighed leisurely and said: "There may be something big, and you may have to work harder during this time." ”

Li Yundao frowned slightly, but did not continue to ask, a strong man as strong as Huang Meihua had already looked tired, there were some things, needless to say, Li Yundao had already guessed. Just nodded, and watched Huang Meihua get up and leave. It's just that Huang Meihua took a few steps, turned back again, and looked serious: "Yundao, that girl from the Ruan family is good." ”

Li Yundao almost blurted out: "Aunt Lan is not bad!"

Next, a fierce man who said everything in Jiangnan actually blushed to his neck, and his steps to leave quickly were unprecedentedly messy. Fleeing in a panic? Still relying on the Pixiu Li Da Diaomin couldn't help but want to laugh, if this thing is said to be true, it is estimated that there is no faith, one is a weak scholar who has no power to tie the chicken, and the other is a fierce and fierce man who is a husband and a man, I believe that there are ghosts!

After Huang Meihua left, Li Yundao also paced back to the villa, but found that the wall lamp in the restaurant was still on, and when he was about to turn off the light, he saw that the phoenix was still sitting at the table, in the dim yellow light, holding a red treasure book, concentrating. Li Yundao simply turned on the other two chandeliers, and the restaurant was suddenly brightly lit. The phoenix was probably taken aback, like a frightened guinea pig, staring at the initiator in horror.

"The wall lamps are too dim, so the light is much better. This villa is not bad for your electricity bill, and the electricity you save, the two little bastards will be gone with a meal and a few drinks. Li Yundao explained with a smile.

Phoenix didn't like to talk very much, and blushed for a long time before saying the two words "thank you", and then seemed to not know what to do with this big man, so he simply turned his gaze to the book.

Li Yundao wouldn't be bored at this time, so he just said, "You go to bed early, it's not too late," and went upstairs directly.

It wasn't until he went upstairs that a certain frightened mouse slowly came to his senses, and then he didn't know what he thought, touched his pretty face that was so red that it was hot, and then looked at the staircase, but his clear eyes didn't know what to think at this time, and he was a little stupid.