Through the not-so-clear light on the window, Wen Xi saw that Canglan's right hand seemed to move, but the arc was extremely small, and Gu Lingxuan didn't notice it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After being silent for a long time, Canglan finally raised his eyes and looked at Gu Lingxuan, and after a while, he heard him say softly: "The poor monk has nothing to do with the Bon religion, I wonder if Prince Xuan remembers it wrong?" "From Gu Shizhu to Prince Xuan, Canglan is obviously reminding Gu Lingxuan's identity.

Hearing this, Wen Xi's heart was secretly shocked, Gu Lingxuan was not a good type, what if he didn't buy Canglan's account? ?

Sure enough, just when Wen Xi's face was worried, Gu Lingxuan suddenly came when he was a little depressed.

"Canglan, don't toast or eat, don't forget, you still owe this king a life!"

"Lord Xuan, what the poor monk has done for you in the past few years is enough, if the prince still wants the life of the poor monk, the prince will take it." I saw Canglan clasping his hands together, bowing his head and muttering to Amitabha.

Wen Xi listened anxiously outside, and scolded this stupid monk in his heart, but at the moment, he didn't dare to act rashly, for fear that Gu Lingxuan would not be able to help but hurt him.

"Canglan!!" Gu Lingxuan slapped the desk and stood up, and the tall figure easily covered Canglan's body.

Seeing this, Wen Xi moved her hand to her saber, and made up her mind that if Gu Lingxuan dared to make a move against Canglan, she would break in.

"Lord Xuan, the bitter sea is boundless, and it is the shore to turn back." Canglan's warm and jade-like voice came, and Wen Xi looked at Gu Lingxuan's body and stiffened obviously.

Just when Wen Xi was so vigilant, Gu Lingxuan's body shook obviously, and then he turned around without saying a word, as if he was about to leave the Canglan meditation room.

Seeing this, Wen Xi hurriedly hid behind the wall, looking at Gu Lingxuan's departure with a puzzled look.

What's going on? Could it be that she was far away just now and didn't hear what Canglan and Gu Lingxuan said?

Just when Wen Xi was stunned, Canglan suddenly walked out of the meditation room, and when his eyes communicated with Wen Xi, his pupils tightened slightly, presumably a little surprised.

"Master Canglan, long time no see." Wen Xi quietly put away his saber, and then greeted Canglan with his head.

"Master Wen, long time no see." Canglan clasped his hands together, looked at Wen Xi's unchanged complexion, and replied in a deep voice.

"I don't know why Lord Wen came?" Canglan invited Wen Xi into the meditation room on the side, and asked in a low voice when she was guiding the way.

"I ...... Passing by here, I saw that the lights had not been turned off in the Zhao'an Temple, so I came in to have a look. Wen Xi lowered her eyelashes, she still couldn't say her affection for Canglan.

"In this way, if the Lord Wen Shi has nothing to do, he will stay in Zhao'an Temple for one night, and it is always unsafe for the Lord Wen to introduce a woman, and it is always unsafe to go down the mountain at night." Canglan added a cup of hot tea to Wen Xi as he spoke.

Holding the hot tea in his hand, Wen Xi's eyes flashed slightly, and then he hooked his lips and nodded.

"It's okay, there are wild beasts around this cloud mountain, and I don't have that much courage." Speaking of this, Wen Xi glanced at Canglan cautiously, and after finding that he had no expression, she said again: "Last time I was attacked by wolves when I was recuperating in Zhao'an Temple, thanks to the master's rescue, Wen Xi has always been grateful, and I can't repay him." ”

Canglan sacrificed herself to save her, she was grateful, Canglan took care of her overnight when she was seriously injured, so that she was secretly emotional, and when she was recuperating, Canglan accompanied her to enjoy flowers and drink tea.

"Master Wen doesn't have to take it to heart, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, not to mention that the poor monk is just doing his best, and he is not enough to worry about."

Looking at Canglan's appearance of lowering his eyebrows and opening his lips, Wen Xi's eyes flashed slightly, don't you have to take it to heart? But she couldn't let it go for a long time......

"Last time, when I said goodbye outside Zhengjia Village, the poor monk missed the sound of the flute of the Wen Shi very much, and I don't know if the Wen Shi can have Yaxing, and play another song??" Canglan's voice broke the silence between the two, and the corners of his lips were flushed with a light smile, which made people unable to refuse.

"Okay, this time, Wen Xi will play for the master, Linjiang Immortal." Linjiang immortals, the legacy is independent, it is expected that the situation should be exhausted, and there is no love?

Wen Xi's fingers jumped on the jade flute, and the pleasant sound of the jade landing came, although her surface was calm and calm, no one knew that her fingers had begun to tremble slightly.

The music is sometimes like water drops and jade stones, sometimes like a hurricane surging waves, Wen Xi's fingers keep beating on the jade flute, and a line of tears unconsciously flowed down, I don't know if it is for himself, or for the Linjiang immortals.

After a song of Linjiang Immortal, Wen Xi slowly took the jade flute to his lips, naturally smiled, and quietly looked at the vicissitudes.

"It's expected that the situation should be exhausted, but is there any affection? I heard the of Lord Wen again, it was really like a song without wind and waves, and the sound of reminiscence...... "Canglan lowered his eyebrows and bowed his head, and praised sincerely.

"Resentment? Perhaps......" Wen Xi stared deeply at Canglan and muttered.

Actually, Wen Xi is clear-minded, how could she not know that Canglan has no intention of her? If it was really just unintentional, she could still express her thoughts, but Canglan is a monk who has practiced quite a lot, and her feelings are difficult to express, maybe she will be buried, can she not complain?

After that, Canglan and Wenxi talked about some music culture, and after midnight, for fear of delaying Wenxi's rest, Canglan left happily.

Looking at the figure of Canglan leaving, Wen Xi sighed deeply, he was afraid that he regarded himself as a bosom friend.

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Wen Xi didn't sleep all night, she tossed and turned, she thought about it for a long time, she couldn't show her mind, otherwise how would she face the vicissitudes in the future? He pretended to be a Buddha in his heart, and if he dared to show his affection, Canglan would definitely avoid her like a snake and scorpion.

Laughing at himself, Wen Xi swayed and wanted to leave Zhao'an Temple.

She gently closed the door of the meditation room, but at the moment she turned her head, she saw the tall and thin figure in a white monk's robe standing by the courtyard gate. The eyes as clear as water are staring at her steadily, and the deep pupils are like the morning mist of distant mountains, which is always unpredictable but full of concern.

"Lord Wen got up so early??" Holding the Buddha beads in his hand, Canglan slowly approached Wenxi.

Seeing this, Wen Xi bowed his head slightly, took half a step back, and said softly: "Yes, last night, I was bothered." ”

"Lord Wen Shi is serious, Lord Wen Shi is this?"

"It's dawn, and it's time to say goodbye." Wen Xi glanced up at the rising sun and spoke softly.

Hearing this, Canglan's expression was slightly stunned, but it was only for a moment, and Wen Xi didn't have time to find out.

"Master Wen Shi still had breakfast before leaving, right?"

"No need, there are still important things to do."

"In this case, the poor monk will not leave a letter to the master."

"Hmm...... That's right...... Master, Frost is dead. ”