Three hundred and eighty-second rounds

Ruqi closed his eyes slightly, as if he didn't want to listen to her sarcastic Buddhism like this: "Lord Qin Guan is cautious." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Qin Ying stood up with his left hand supporting Xiao Ji, and his right hand was held behind him with the wide sleeves of his robe, and he didn't look up at his expression when he walked in front of Ruqi, he casually put on the clog belt, and said, "I'll take you to confess those ancestors in the backyard." ”

He was stunned for a moment and slowly followed Qin Ying's side. I remember that three years ago, they also walked side by side like this. It's a pity that the past can't be traced, and every time I look back, it's sad and hard to identify.

Xihuaguan removed the Yifang that bloomed in a hurry like an epiphany, and it was still very easy for the lifters to live temporarily.

Qin Ying pointed out to him the location of the wing where Juzi was, and let him meet him alone, sitting cross-legged in the shadow under the porch.

Ruqi glanced back at her before knocking on the door.

I saw that her face was still the same as before. The years don't seem to have left a trace on her.

However, he knew that Qin Ying had not had a very good time in the past three years.

In the first month of this year, he happened to meet Cui Hao who was incense with his grandmother and mother in Puguang Temple. He stood in the hall of the Mahavra, lit sandalwood for every pilgrim who came to worship the Buddha, and talked about his merits. happened to hear Cui Hao whispering: "I hope that Qin Ying, the master of Xihuaguan, will not disturb the old wounds, and the new ones will not be added." ”

At that moment, Ruqi's heart was like being hammered into half a long nail by a small hammer, and it didn't hurt too much, but once I thought about it, I was ecstatic and worried about it.

Ever since he received the letter of renunciation stained with mottled blood, he knew that with her temperament, if she had already decided to turn around, she would never look back even a quick glance.

Qin Ying's person has his own pace, and he has given him a chance to explain, and there will be no mercy in the future.

The situation at that time can only be attributed to the fact that the causes and conditions are shallow and scattered.

He didn't see Qin Ying, who went to Puguang Temple to question him, and when he returned to the temple, he saw a letter that was heart-wrenching.

He was not good at words, he stayed up all night to write a letter, and he tugged into his sleeve nervously, trying to go to Xihuaguan to find her to solve the misunderstanding. But she was resolute and didn't see it, and boiled a bowl into a sour and bitter closed-door soup to thank him.

Later, the boy in the door made his own opinion, on the head of the copper ring beast of the gate and the corner gate, pasted the silk book of "monks are exempt from entering", using very expensive satin, after the autumn wind and bleak, the high sun exposure has not withered.

It's not that I didn't think about giving Zi Chen's silk book to Qin Ying, but I feel that I am as proud as she is, and I won't read it behind my back.

Half a month later, under the facilitation of Tanzang Master and Wang Taiyi, the Yifang originally opened in Xihuaguan was transferred to Puguang Temple.

Before he could fully accept the fact that she was a little lady who was not a good lady, he completely cut off the last bit of contact with her. You can no longer wander at the gate of Xihuaguan in the name of Yifang. She can no longer hope that one day, she will see the facts and forgive herself.

Countless late nights of tossing and turning and not being able to sleep, all I can think about is to make the unattainable turn their faces to look at themselves, even if it is just a fleeting slush.

Qin Ying didn't know that Ruqi's mental activity in the distance was so delicate, and a flick of his fingers gave birth to a lot of sorrow. After all, she felt that if the monks had shaved off the three thousand threads of troubles, there would be no obstacles for the world.

As everyone knows, monks are just sentient beings on the path of cultivation, and they still have seven emotions and six desires that cannot be eradicated.

After waiting for three moments, she saw Ruqi walk out of the last room, pat the dust on the hem of his clothes and leave here, without planning to send him out of the view.

He watched her figure walk farther and farther away, wanting to ask how her injuries were, but missed as if in the past.

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Qin Ying finished a matter on his mind, and went into his room to pack his things. Thinking that Mei Sanniang was probably very unsavoury in the house these days and couldn't sleep at night, Qin Ying couldn't wait to take herself into the house empty-handed and give her a big surprise.

But the fact is that Mei Sanniang first came to Xihuaguan to find Qin Ying.

Mei Sanniang, who walked to the backyard, happened to meet Ruqi, she gave a salute and walked into Qin Ying's room with ease, seeing that her cheeks did not lose flesh at all, she choked up, took Qin Ying into her arms and said, "It's great that you're okay." ”

Qin Ying was a little out of breath when she hugged her arm too tightly, and hurriedly reached out to break free from this overly enthusiastic hug.

Mei Sanniang realized that she was a little out of shape, loosened the shackles and arranged Qin Ying's bun, and suddenly saw her hand on the right sleeve holding it a little unnaturally, thinking that she was holding something, grabbed the other party's wrist and spread it out curiously, and suddenly said dumbly: "Hey, why do you ...... your hand?"

Qin Ying slowly clenched his palms, and after thinking about it, he decided not to tell Mei Sanniang the truth, so he came up with a lame excuse: "I let all the Taoist people retreat in the Sanqing Hall these days, and I had to take care of the food myself, but I accidentally cut my hand. After raising it for a few days, it will not be very conspicuous after the stitches are removed. ”

Mei Sanniang shook her head resolutely, expressing that she did not believe Qin Ying's prevarication.

When Qin Ying saw her attitude, she remembered that she didn't tell her the truth last time, and the two had a cold war over trivial matters. However, this time Qin Ying couldn't tell Mei Sanniang that she took the initiative to hold Hou Junji's horizontal knife pointed at her, in exchange for a free body.

She knew that as long as Mei Sanniang heard the word Hou Junji, she would tremble and shrink herself in the corner of the room, the encounter three years ago made Mei Sanniang extremely afraid of him.

If Mei Sanniang heard that Qin Ying's injury was related to Hou Junji, she would have a feeling of guilt that could not be eliminated for a long time. After all, Mei Sanniang now thinks that Qin Ying and Hou Junji hate each other because of herself.

Qin Ying held Mei Sanniang's sleeve with her left hand and solemnly promised her, "I promise not to enter the kitchen in the future." It will not be easily injured in the future. As an injured person, she has to carefully maintain Mei Sanniang's mood, and she can't help but say that she has a tough quality.

Ruqi stood under the porch without saying a word, listening to Qin Ying in the door coaxing Mei Sanniang without saying a word, and finally couldn't help the huge sorrow in his heart, and covered his slightly sunken eyes with one hand. The palm was stained with a hint of water.

Obviously, she is the injured party, and she needs someone to caress her back and slowly pat her to comfort her.

However, he could do nothing but stand on the other side of her world and watch the fire.

A year ago, he agreed to go down the mountain to see how Qin Ying was doing, but he didn't know that from that moment on, his Dao heart was unstable.

Now he finally knew where those feelings of sadness in the dead of night came from after breaking off his friendship with her.

He went down to Nanshan and came to Chang'an City, just wanting to protect her safety and smoothness.

But what he ended up giving her was blow after blow.

Watching her face calm and not crying or making trouble, at the mercy of fate, his self-condemnation could not be spent all day.

[Note] If you don't cry for seven, go back to your mother's arms and give you flower rolls. (To be continued.) )