Seeing that it was getting late, Shen Qiancheng couldn't help but put down the books in his hand, glanced at Su Mobai deeply, and said softly, "When is the prince going to sit?" ”

Su Mobai was stunned when he heard this, and quickly withdrew his gaze looking at Shen Qiancheng, and said, "You...... You're seriously injured, and I'm not at ease. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Shen Qiancheng couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and look at Su Mobai when she heard this, she would be even more uneasy if he spent the night in this house, right?

As if he understood what Shen Qiancheng meant, Su Mobai pursed his lips and said softly, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you." ”

After Su Mobai finished speaking, two blush actually climbed on his cheeks, Shen Qiancheng couldn't help but open his mouth when he saw this, and then frowned in confusion, and after thinking for a while, he decided not to speak, isn't Su Mobai a generation of war gods? How...... Still like a little boy in love for the first time?

And how could she worry about Su Mobai messing around? She just had trouble falling asleep here because Su Mobai was here.

"I want to rest." Shen Qiancheng sighed lightly.

Hearing this, Su Mobai hurriedly stepped forward to tuck the corners of the quilt for Shen Qiancheng, gently pulled the corners of his mouth, and said softly, "Then you have a good rest." ”

Looking at Su Mobai's gentle and bright eyes, Shen Qiancheng couldn't help but feel sour in his heart, and asked quietly, "Su Mobai, you should know that I am no longer the Shen Qiancheng I used to be, you don't have to be so good to me." ”

Although he didn't understand Shen Qiancheng's meaning very well, Su Mobai still smiled softly and said softly, "No matter who you are, I only know that there is only one Shen Qiancheng in this world, and I will only be good to her." ”

After Su Mobai finished speaking, he turned off the oil lamp and walked to the outside of Jingshui Xuan to sleep, watching Su Mobai's figure disappear into the night, Shen Qiancheng's amber eyes turned slightly, and the skin swept by the moonlight flashed with a faint light, and in the huge room, only Shen Qiancheng sighed helplessly, "There have been two souls living in one body, Su Mobai, if you know that your beloved is dead, will you become crazy and become a demon?" ”

Three days have passed, Nan Jia is still waiting for Mo Qingjue to return in an inn outside the Changhai Snow Field, looking at the strange clothes of those people outside the region, Nan Jia only feels extremely depressed in his heart, being in a foreign land, without relatives, it turns out to be this feeling.

Just when Nanjia Gongzi was full of emotion, a monk in a plain monk's robe was walking towards him slowly, with a gentle look that did not eat the fireworks of the world.

"Master Nanshi, we meet again." Of course, the young monk with a fairy aura was separated from Nan Jia and the others only a few days ago.

Looking at the vicissitudes of the dust in front of him, Nan Jia just drank a mouthful of water squirted out, looked at Canglan in a daze, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "Canglan...... Guru? Didn't you leave with Di Lanxuan? ”

Hearing this, Canglan hurriedly folded his hands, sat opposite Nanjia unhurriedly, and said softly, "The poor monk and the emperor benefactor were separated outside Zhengjia Village, during which the poor monk went to several temples to preach the Fa, and then I met the Nanjia benefactor here." ”

In fact, the place where Nanjia and Mo Qingjue are separated is very close to Zhengjia Village, if Canglan has also done Dharma during this period, it is reasonable to meet Nanjia in this vast desert.

It's just that...... Nan Jia glanced at Canglan, pursed her lips and asked, "I don't know where the master is going?" ”

"Poor monks travel all over the world, and the four seas are their home." Canglan clasped his hands together and said softly.

Nan Jia couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth when he heard this, this vicissitudes really don't know how to enjoy happiness, he became famous as a young man, and now he is already the abbot of Yiguo Temple, why is he still running around eating and sleeping in the open?

"Master Canglan, as the abbot of the National Temple, how can he go away?" What Nan Jia means is that you, as the abbot of the National Temple, are you running around so recklessly, aren't you afraid of being caught by Gu Tianjin?

Canglan was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then smiled lightly, "Master Nanjia is too worried, the poor monk let the poor monk's senior brother take over as the abbot of Zhao'an Temple a month ago, so now the poor monk is just a wandering monk." ”

Nan Jia pursed his lips when he heard this, and smiled far-fetchedly, this person is more than a person, he is really going to be angry, the mentality of the monks is good, and the abbot of the national temple said to let it.

"I heard that Master Canglan is well-informed, but I don't know if the master can know the Xixiang Bamboo Garden in the Northern Desert?" Nan Jia was bored, so he chatted with Canglan intentionally or unintentionally.

"Xixiang Bamboo Garden?" Canglan frowned, and then said lightly, "When the poor monk traveled to the Northern Desert in his early years, he heard that that place is very magical, and it is said that the owner of Xixiang Bamboo Garden is the immortal of the Heavenly Palace. ”

Hearing this, Nan Jia gently hooked his lips and stopped talking, Canglan believes in Buddhism, can he tell Canglan that there are no so-called immortals in the Xixiang Bamboo Garden?

Just when there was silence between Nan Jia and Canglan, a man in white walked away from the inn, his body was as cold as ice, and his silver mask was full of desert wind and sand, this person was Mo Qingjue who had returned.

"Canglan?" Mo Qingjue looked at Canglan lightly while taking off the mask covered with wind and sand.

Seeing that Mo Qingjue's face was covered with wind and sand, Nan Jia laughed unkindly, took the mask handed by Mo Qingjue funny, and said softly, "Qingjue, you can be regarded as the most embarrassed time, right?" ”

Mo Qingjue glanced at Nan Jia lightly when he heard this, and said in a low voice, "It's like you're embarrassed every day, right?" ”

Hearing the threat in Mo Qingjue's words, Nan Jia hurriedly shrunk his neck and ran out.

Looking at the back of Nan Jia leaving, Mo Qingjue casually picked up the handkerchief beside him and gently wiped the wind and sand on his face.

"How could Master Canglan be here?" Mo Qing sat opposite Canglan unhurriedly, staring at Canglan's gentle face with a pair of black eyes, and asked in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Canglan repeated the conversation with Nan Jia again, and then said with a smile, "The poor monk saw that the prince of Qingjie was coming, but what was the matter?" ”

"It's just a trivial incident." Mo Qingjue put down his handkerchief and replied lightly.

Although Canglan lives in the deep temple all the year round, he has also heard a little about the affairs of the rivers and lakes, since Mo Qing never wants to say more, Canglan will not ask more, so the two of them have nothing to say for a while.

After a long time, Canglan shook the right hand of the Buddha bead slightly, raised his eyes to look at Mo Qingjue's elegant side face, only to see Mo Qingjue lightly move his gaze to Canglan, and said lightly, "Master Canglan, meet again." ”

Canglan nodded, folded his hands, and said softly, after meeting again, there was no more Mo Qingjue in front of him.

Canglan sat alone at the table, with a gentle and quiet breath in his eyes, only to see a shallow smile on his face, stand up quietly, and slowly leave the inn.

On the desert, Mo Qingjue and Nanjia rode two black horses at a gallop, and several black shadows suddenly appeared in front of them, Mo Qingjue pulled the reins and said in a deep voice, "Who is coming?" ”