The night was dark, it was still snowing outside the window, and after Yang Yu and Shen Qinglian finished drinking tea, the two of them curled up in the meditation room of Shuiyue Nunnery, staring at each other in two quilts on a bed, staring wide-eyed, and no one could sleep.

Shen Qinglian smiled playfully and said, "Huaiping, the weather is too cold, why don't you come over and get into my bed, let's be warm!"

Yang Huaiping wrapped his body with a quilt like a zongzi, he pursed his lips and said with an embarrassed look: "Daughter-in-law, don't you want to be like this, it's okay, people are here is a quiet and elegant place, if we make too much trouble, the Taoist aunt in the Shuiyue Nunnery will inevitably kick us out." ”

"Fake serious, then you can spend this long snowy night alone, I'm going to sleep!" Shen Qinglian turned sideways and ignored Yang Huaiping.

Maybe it was because the meditation room of this Shuiyue Nunnery was too quiet, Yang Huaiping couldn't sleep after tossing and turning, and when he was bored, he had to light a bag of dry tobacco and start smoking, and the curling smoke gradually spread in this room.

The snowflakes outside the window seemed to be flying, the meditation room was full of smoke, Yang Huaiping stared at the bracelet woven with bells of various colors on his wrist and couldn't help but be stunned, after a long time, Yang Huaiping broke free from the chaotic thoughts, he muttered to himself: "What kind of life was my life before, what happened to cause me to lose my memory, and where is the person who knitted the bracelet for me now, I don't know how she is doing!"

Just when Yang Huaiping was puzzled by the past as if he was in a deep fog, there was a rapid knock on the door of Shuiyue Nunnery, and a gentle and sweet voice came into Yang Huaiping's ears, "Senior Sister Huijing, I'm a bottle, hurry up and open the door!" The snow outside is getting bigger and bigger, and it's about to bury me with such a big snow!"

In the Shuiyue Nunnery, the beautiful nun walked out of the meditation room, and she slowly opened the mountain gate of the Shuiyue Nunnery; Yang Huaiping in the meditation room vaguely saw a beautiful figure through a thin window screen, and his eyes converged directly on the visitor.

A woman wearing a light gray dress, a wooden hairpin carved with orchids inserted in the three thousand green silk around her waist, holding an ink and blue oil paper umbrella, with an elegant and quiet face, and a free and easy charm, walked into the Shuiyue Nunnery.

Yang Huaiping looked at the beautiful women who came and couldn't help muttering: "Although this woman's figure is not so outstanding, in terms of her temperament, there must be few people in this world who can compare with her!"

Yang Huaiping glanced at Shen Qinglian who was turning sideways with his eyes, he secretly turned over and got out of bed to chat with the beautiful woman who came in the middle of the night to talk to the beautiful woman who came in the middle of the night, but at this moment Shen Qinglian suddenly turned around, she said with a suspicious face: "What are you going to do when you get up at night?"

Yang Huaiping said with a straight face: "Didn't I get up to go to the toilet to pee, who knows that it woke you up, it's not a big deal, daughter-in-law, you can continue to sleep!"

Shen Qinglian pinched the soft flesh on Yang Huaiping's waist and said, "Huaiping, you don't want to hook up with other people's pretty little nun, do you want to exchange feelings with other people's rolling sheets!"

"My daughter-in-law is wronged, do you say I'm the kind of person who eats the bowl and thinks about the pot?"

Shen Qinglian glanced at Yang Huaiping and said, "Go to the toilet and come back within three minutes, if you don't come back in three minutes, I promise you that you won't care!"

Yang Huaiping tidied up his hairstyle, he took out a Zhongnanhai from his pocket and walked out of the meditation room.

In the lonely night, Yang Huaiping hummed a little song and walked towards the elegant and quiet woman and the beautiful nun who were greeting in front of the gate of Shuiyue'an Mountain.

At this time, holding an ink and blue and white oil paper umbrella, the woman with a quiet face smiled indifferently and said: "Senior Sister Huijing, why did you take in a man in the Shuiyue Nunnery, could it be that Senior Sister Huijing has long been tired of this green lantern ancient Buddha, and is ready to escape into this red world!"

The beautiful nun said: "Bottle, you don't want to talk nonsense, no matter how good the life of mortals is, their lives are only a hundred years old, and the humble ones are like ants, and they can't escape the fate of turning into a handful of loess, which is very sad for them, and we can only get rid of the fate of ants and look up to all things in the world by meditating and cultivating, so I don't have any attachment to the red world!"

Holding an ink and blue and white oil paper umbrella, the elegant and quiet woman said with a smile: "Senior Sister Huijing, you see that you are still the same, I just made a joke for you, you are serious this time!"

At this moment, Yang Yu smoked a cigarette and walked to the side of the woman with an elegant and quiet face and said, "You are a beautiful woman, can we get to know each other?" My name is Yang Huaiping!"

The elegant and quiet woman smiled and said: "Since you want to know me, that's fine, first, if you can beat me, then make a friend with you, and second, if you can impress me in terms of poetry and songs, I am also willing to make you a friend!"

Yang Huaiping folded a green bamboo from the bamboo forest in the Shuiyue Nunnery and said, "Then I will use bamboo instead of sword to teach!"

As he spoke, Yang Huaiping held a green bamboo in his hand, pulled out a sword flower in the air, and stabbed it towards the throat of the woman with an elegant and quiet face.

The woman with an elegant and quiet face flew into the air, and her light body kicked Yang Yu's back and kicked him out.

Yang Huaiping's soles slipped and did not stand firm, and he snapped on the ground and directly gnawed a mouthful of snow, he spit out the snow in his mouth, and then supported the ground with one hand, and a carp stood up and said: "No, come again, I don't believe that I can't beat a little girl!"

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The snow in the sky is getting heavier and heavier, during which Yang Huaiping and the elegant and quiet woman exchanged hands countless times, and when Yang Huaiping stood up again, he had become blue and swollen, and he said loudly: "Girl, I am still good at poetry and songs, let me make a poem!"

The woman with an elegant and quiet face smiled and said, "You can recite a poem to this girl, if you chant well, I will tell you my name!"

Yang Huaiping waved his sleeves and stood with a melancholy face: "Ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I can't forget it." Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost......"

The woman with an elegant and quiet face couldn't help but pat her white fingers when she heard Yang Huaiping's recitation: "Good poem, good poem, really plagiarized a good poem, do you know the fate of lying to me!"

As she spoke, the woman with an elegant face kicked Yang Huaiping in the chest and kicked him out, and after a while, Yang Huaiping staggered up from the ground, and he walked slowly towards the meditation room where Shen Qinglian was with an embarrassed face.