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The tin cane and pestle on the ground, the sound of bowls and gongs, it is difficult to stop.

The five precepts and ten virtues have already been employed.

It's too much, it's too much!

He is the cruel and terrifying emperor of the Shura Kingdom, a dignified emperor, and he was locked in the kitchen to cook!

If someone in the net knew about it, he would definitely point to his nose and scold, "Bastard boy! You have lost all the face of the Shura Kingdom! ”

Of course, he won't admit that he still misses his favorite scolding a little.

"Misstepping."

"What missteps?" The woman asked while knocking melon seeds.

He regretted that he had turned around at the third junction of the Confucian Gate and turned to the brothel on the left instead of the bathhouse on the right, or had passed by the market without caring about the punishment for being caught, or had not taken the mild-looking and harmless guy who was in fact as hateful as his eldest brother as a hostage.

Wait a minute.

The first two may still be available, and the last one may seem a bit redundant.

The person is right, and the words are ugly, but there are clues anyway.

- He died, and died a terrible death.

What's the big deal, if you're dead, you're dead.

"Hey, are you stir-frying or killing someone? Why is it getting louder? ”

――I heard that it was used as a sacrifice by the Soul Gathering Village and burned alive, and the bones are gone!

Fifty or sixty-year-old bad old man, let's die, anyway, I won't let him go after bringing people back.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

- He's dead.

It's really pitiful, she actually died in a foreign country, tsk, Yinyan will definitely cry. He also calls himself a great Confucian man in Shenzhou, his life is so short, he will harm the deity to run in vain!

"Hey! Stinky boy, are you deaf? ”

- He's dead.

Ahhhh You don't need to remind me over and over again!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he kicked hard under the stove, "...... You wait for me! If you have the chance, the deity won't make you dumb and call you a murderer! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, several melon seed shells shot at his temples, and Killing Moro subconsciously turned his head and looked to the left dissatisfied.

The woman looked at him grimly, "You still want to make me dumb?" Ha, you're bold enough! ”

“…… You don't know until now? Killing Shi Moro endured a bad cold, the shovel trembled and scraped at the bottom of the pot, turning the spatula expressionlessly, regardless of the fact that he was still holding a head full of melon seed shells, "Auntie, don't you think you talk too much?" ”

The woman covered her ears and looked at the killer Moro from head to toe several times with a strange look, and at the end, she asked, "Stinky boy, are you in a bad mood?" ”

Get up on the wrong side of the bed?

Joke.

He was in a good mood, very good, too good to be better, after looking for three months, he finally got a clue, and now he just needs to find a chance to get out of the Confucian Sect, seize the continuation of the relationship and torture it......

What is the continuation of the relationship?

Plain?

Killing Shi Moro ran in front of the woman in three or two steps, his eyes suddenly fierce, "What is the relationship between Su Xuyuan and Su Zhen?" ”

The woman waved her hand in disgust, "You stay away from me, it stinks to death." ”

The corners of his mouth twitched, and the killing world Moro did not advance but retreated, and the spatula was thrown in his hand, as if it was his divine blade, and the oil stars flying around frightened the woman and screamed, "Ahhhhhh You go away point! If you don't go away, I'll soak you in a stinky tofu jar and marinate! ”

“……”

The past was unbearable, and he held his forehead fiercely, but he really took half a step back, and after putting his hand down, his smile was very bright.

The woman was barely satisfied, "Keep this distance, dare to take half a step forward, you, just wait for the bubble tank!" ”

"I say big ...... Aunt Mei," Killing Moro secretly rolled his eyes, his movements suddenly became smart, but he didn't have so much aggression, "I'm just a good young man who has worked hard thousands of miles to find people, who is affectionate and righteous, how can you bear to do this to me?" ”

Listen to your fakes.

The woman was wiping a square scarf between her fingers and wiping it on her face, and she sneered when she heard this, "Young man, since the first day you were arrested by your master, no one in the Confucian sect believed it. ”

On the first day of his fall into the Confucian Sect, he spent a lot of effort appealing to his bitterness, and then when everyone was about to believe it, he made a big and wrong decision - to attack Shulou Longsu.

It's no more audacious.

The woman couldn't help but think of the scene where Kill Moro was stunned by the master's fan, and the picture was so refreshing and relieving that people couldn't help but applaud!

I hate that I don't have that ability, why did I assign such a trouble to her?

Alas.

"By the way, what did you just ask?" The woman asked boredly.

Killing Moro rolled his eyes again, "Su Xuyuan, what is the relationship with Su?" ”

"Father and son," the woman said, "the precious son of the sage in the bitter realm, tsk, that is the treasure in the palm of the hand that can make the sage Su angry at the slightest touch." You may not believe it, don't look at that kid well-behaved, but he used to be a better guy than you, and it is said that Su was almost killed by him. Not to mention, if you had met him more than ten years earlier, with your broken temper, maybe you would still be able to stink together. ”

He didn't believe it.

"Why don't you speak? Dumb? The woman glanced at him.

Killing Moro threw the spatula on the stove, made a fake pie and came out, kneading his arms to relax his body, and said, "Tired." ”

The woman was frightened by his gesture and blinked in a daze, "Oh...... Let's rest first. Killing Moro was about to nod his head, but the woman added with a smile, "But don't forget that you still have two hundred and forty-six suppers to make." ”

“…… Auntie, you are so old that your hands and feet are paralyzed? ”

"Hey, you're looking for—"

Before the word "type" came out, the topic of killing the world Moro suddenly changed, "So if I hijack Su Xuyuan, will I be able to threaten Su Zhen?" ”

The scarf fell to the ground, the woman jumped up, and her face darkened, "Stinky boy, I warn you, it's not good to go against Su!" Don't even think about the idea of continuing your relationship! ”

Killing Moro raised his eyebrows, obviously not deterring her, "Isn't he a righteous leader?" The deity has no other ideas, and there are the most ways to deal with this kind of person. ”

The woman's face changed, and Killing Moro's expression didn't look like she was joking, but when she received the order to find a way to make someone apologize to Su Jiuyuan in person yesterday, Killing World Moro's thoughts almost made the difficulty of this task climb to an unattainable height.

"You wait!" The woman made a decision, "I'll let the master clean you up!" ”

"That Divine Gu Emperor Wen No. 2?"

"Don't give your master a messy name!"

……

The woman's name is Mei Zhihan, her status in Confucianism is not high, but it is not low, she is in charge of the distribution of food in the lower room, and she is still a little prestige in the lower world, and she is called Aunt Mei, which is also quite appreciated by the above. Nevertheless, in order to meet the master, it is necessary to go through the inspection of the personal maid beside the master.

The head of the Confucian dragon is good at cooking, but he loves cleanliness more, if he brings something unclean into his living room, and is found by him, not to mention, those "appreciation" become "cold treatment" in the blink of an eye.

The personal maid's name is Mu Xianfeng, and in two months it will be the opening of the new Confucian school, and all the noble families will be enrolled, and the Confucian family is busy with the construction of the new school dormitory.

Now is not a good time.

Mu Xianfeng was in his living room to meet with the people sent from all over the country to report the accounts, and the two columns of tables and chairs were lined up outside the compound, and the housekeeper called one to enter the other. Mei Zhihan came late, and he didn't have a chance until almost dawn, but he didn't think that the housekeeper came out and told him that it was too late and asked her to come back tomorrow.

Mei Zhihan stomped his feet, he didn't say anything big or small, and the master didn't take that kid to heart, so he just threw it at her to boil cold. Even if she ran out, she only ordered her to bring it back, and she didn't reinforce others, if it wasn't for the fact that it involved Su Xuyuan, how could the master let people invite the Troubled Times Crazy Knife?

Now that kid wants to make mistakes again and again, if she really does something, I'm afraid her days in Confucianism will be over!

Mei Zhihan was helpless, so he had to ask the housekeeper to help him more, and said a few good words, just saying that there was something important, and it had to be today.

The butler thought for a moment, "Okay, but I'll just take words, how ...... this turn out?"

"The housekeeper does his best, Zhihan understands the severity."

"Well, just wait."

The housekeeper entered for half an hour, and when he came out, his face was a little delicate, and he even hinted with a hint in his eyes, "Zhihan, there are some mistakes and omissions in the account room today, and you know Miss Feng these days...... Girl's family, at this time, the temper will be short-tempered. ”

Mei Zhihan reacted immediately, and her voice was a little higher, "It's just right, Zhihan just happens to know some self-cultivation methods, and the girl may be able to use them." I'm afraid that the girl is entangled in official business, and she is busy coping with it, so she can't taste it. ”

Before she finished speaking, a tired female voice came from inside, "Aunt Mei, you don't need to say anything, come in." ”

The butler smiled at him and turned sideways to get out of the way.

Mei Zhihan hurriedly stepped in, stopped at the incense burner at the turn, and stood outside the screen, "The girl is fine." ”

Mu Xianfeng nodded behind the screen, still sitting steadily, but there was a bit of girlish lightness in her words, "Aunt Lao Mei has been waiting for a long time, it is Xianfeng's rudeness." If there is something important, Aunt Mei will say it directly. ”

How to say it, although it is a light girl, there is no lack of majesty.

After all, it should be to catch up with the hall for a long time, Mei Zhihan thought that she was tired, and she would not talk for a long time, so she immediately told what happened in the next room one by one, "I heard the details, I will go down to the room to serve food today, and kill the world Moro ......"

……

Mei Zhihan ran back to the kitchen, and Shimo Luo was squatting at the door with a gnocchi and swallowing, two hundred and forty-six suppers disappeared as expected, and when he saw her, he raised his chopsticks, "Yo, have a bowl?" ”

Mei Zhihan ran out of breath, and he didn't stop when he got to the ground, and he ran when he grabbed someone, "Stinky boy, I'll take you to see the host at this time, remember to be polite, and don't bump into the guests, I didn't tell you to sit down, keep your mouth clean, remember to call your seniors." If you make a mistake, just say that you have done too much today, push it on me, don't be on the bar with others, how old a person is, and still don't know how to measure like a child......"

There are a lot of Confucian corridors and alleys, and in half a quarter of time, Mei Zhihan's mouth has not stopped.

Killing Moro glanced at the big hand in his hand, stared at her back for a while, and then sneered repeatedly, "Yo, I didn't expect that Shen Er to be more troublesome than Shen Yi?" Do you have to go out and have someone sweep the floor in front of you, scatter flowers and lay carpets? Don't be a girl dressed as a man, right? ”

Girl, right......

Mother's ......

Bar......

Mei Zhihan, who had just run to the main gate, turned pale, "You, you shut up for me!" ”

Mu Xianfeng walked out of the corner and said helplessly, "Aunt Mei, you should also be quiet." ”

Mei Zhihan nodded awkwardly, and Killing World Moro sneered, pulled her behind her and pushed her twice, and looked Mu Xianfeng up and down, "You are the butterfly of Shen Er?" Come, come, come, the deity asks you, do you know how to use a scimitar? Do you still like to cross-dress? Is there still a slut with a very bad mouth and no suitor for me to be handsome? That suitor was also knocked off the cliff by his father-in-law, who is also your master, Shinji? And then three years of madness with a broken leg? ”

Mu Xianfeng: "......" What kind of tragic setting is this?

Mei Zhihan: "......", this unlucky child, has very little life.

Mu Xianfeng took a step back, away from the demonic qi that came out of his bones, and ignored his nonsense, "Master, please let you in." ”

Anyway, he is also the Shura Emperor, and no matter how much he hangs his son, he can't be sorry for the word "respect", so he shook his sleeves and stuffed the embarrassing gnocchi in his hand into Mei Zhihan's hand, "Girl, lead the way." ”

Mu Xianfeng twitched the corners of her mouth, and her palms were a little itchy for some reason.

Killing Shi Moro proudly stepped into the living room, but the elegant hall was not only the Shulou Longsu who trapped him in the Confucian world, but also a handsome purple-clothed Taoist.

Shulou Longsu shook his fan and smiled, "I heard that you want to hold Su Xuyuan hostage, and you really threaten Su?" ”

This was the first thing he heard after entering the room, he glanced at the purple-clothed Taoist and smiled, "So what?" ”

Shulou Longsu narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows at the Taoist, and the purple-clothed Taoist's gaze stopped for a moment on the killing world, and he also nodded at Shulou Longsu.

Shulou Longsu smiled, his cheeks showed small dimples, and said, "I just want to ask you, but I am willing to accept the help of the Confucian world." ”

Killing Moro was surprised for a moment, but in the blink of an eye, he thought of something else, "Conditions? ”

"It's simple, just tell us, why are you here? And, "There was a sharp flash in Shulou Longsu's soft expression, which made the Killing World Moro reflexively think of the words "hiding a knife in a smile", "Also, what is 'Shen Er'." ”

It's the Demon Swallowing Immovable City, Xie Fengdi looked at the lonely snow and thought, it was Shi Yanwen's dream.

This time it was different, Shi Yanwen didn't react, the body of the piano echoed for a long time, he had already boarded the Qilin Palace from the viewing platform, and also stood at the door of the side hall, but Shi Yanwen still couldn't react.

"Yanwen?" Whether people can hear it or not, he always has to say hello, "Yanwen, I'...... Came in. ”

The sound of the piano is not hurried, and the melody does not change.

Breathing is weak.

Xie Fengdi spread out the folding fan, and there were still knife marks left by the shadow of the red dragon on the fan, and the emerald lotus leaf was cut in half. At the moment when the fan left marks, Shi Yanwen's face flashed with a stunned feeling that was almost panicked, it is difficult for people to control their expressions at a critical moment, no matter what, at that moment, Shi Yanwen was really worried that the fan would be destroyed.

This is a token, although Shi Yanwen has never admitted it.

Closing his eyes and pondering for a moment, Xie Fengdi suddenly pushed open the door of the side hall.

Yun Luo Qian yarn floated to her feet, white satin tassels tumbled on the marble slab, the cold moonlight projected down from the unicorn glass skylight, and in the dark corner lay a pint of Biqin echoing alone, Xie Fengdi was dazzled by the flying shark silk illusion.

The unicorn mural carved by the seal began to wander left and right in a trance, as if it was about to break out of the encirclement and bloom. Shi Yanwen lay on the piano table and slept very deeply, and the figure was rendered weaker and weaker.

Xie Fengdi didn't expect the content of his dream, but he still slept.

"Yanwen?"

The ethereal and illusory sound came from far and near, Shi Yanwen still didn't wake up, the coat in the corner accumulated the gray traces of time, the night wind turned around in the hall, and the gray layer was infinitely magnified in the moonlight.

At this moment, the majestic pressure descended like a mountain!

Xie Fengdi subconsciously supported his knee.

"Hmm...... Even dreaming without forgetting to protect yourself, so where can you sleep well? Hah-"

The moment his eyes drooped, his lowered gaze inadvertently saw his legs uncomfortably coiled in the corner of the dark table, as well as the exposed arms.

The laughter was stuck in his throat, and Xie Fengdi's pupils shrank. As if he had seen something incomprehensible, he staggered forward under pressure until he was only a few steps away from the low table.

Extensive burns, interlaced finger marks, twisted wrists.

"Hemolysis and severed fingers, broken tendons and bones, and ......"

The sound of the piano was still so soothing, but Xie Fengdi tightened his heart's clothes for no reason. The blink of an eye gave the pressure a chance to take advantage of the weakness, and almost taught him to fall to his knees.

Half of his face buried deep in his arms was bloodless, far less unsightly than his hands with abnormal bulging joints and bloody scabs, and there was only one scar.

Like tooth marks, and like tear marks. Just within the reach of the eye, at the corner of Shi Yanwen's pursed lips.

Xie Fengdi's heart missed a beat, he wanted to see more clearly, but he couldn't straighten his legs at all.

"Senior," Xie Fengdi gritted his teeth, and there seemed to be a storm gathering in his eyes, "I know...... You're also in a dream, help...... Help me! ”

He wanted the Buddha to help him see clearly, but after a faint sigh came, the illusion of the spirit bead hit his forehead hard.

Xie Fengdi was like being slapped on the head, his face was full of astonishment, his pupils were scattered in an instant, his body fell apart, and he was like a cigarette in an instant, and he was withdrawn from the dream.

The soul of the Buddha appeared on Shi Yanwen's side, he looked at Shi Yanwen's sleeping face, and his hand, which had always acted simply, had three points of hesitation, and slowly fell on his collar......

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

The faint light poured in, the darkness sublimated in an instant, and when the strong light stabbed the eyes of the Buddha, Shi Yanwen raised his head, and the blue eyes of the ancient well were exceptionally clear under the light.

"As the first person in the Central Plains, will the predecessors also be confused by appearances?"

That is, seeing is not necessarily believing?

Bang!

The smoke and rain were like mist, the sky seemed to crack through countless openings, the dark clouds were driven together, and gloomy emotions floated in the eyes.

The compassionate Buddha stood in front of the window, chuckled silently, and turned his head to look at Xie Fengdi. The blue-clothed boy was still in front of the window, the sky outside the window was dark and gloomy, the dark clouds obscured the morning light, and the sound of dripping rain sounded in the forest.

The Buddha still made a Buddha seal.

Raising the hand and bending the arm, holding the palm outward, is the "fearless seal" of Buddhism, which is said to have originated from Shakyamuni, implying fearlessness, peace and comfort.

"Amitabha."

Suddenly, the silent atmosphere was shattered by an incomparably huge thunderbolt!

Xie Fengdi stood up, the lightning reflected the paleness on his face, and he shook his body as if he was disengaged, and his nails sinked into the window frame.

He didn't feel anything, nothing fearless, nothing peace, nothing comfort. He smiled, and his voice was like an old tree that had been broken and fallen in a thunderstorm, and he let out the last struggle of his life, and after the struggle, he waited silently in the mud for death.

Shi Yanwen slept very deeply in the room, that power must have been overused, Xie Fengdi thought, once on the Snow Mountain, once in Shitian Shicui, once in the city, maybe Shi Yanwen also used it in other places.

He didn't even have the strength to dream, and he didn't even notice that outsiders appeared, so he would definitely sleep for a long time.

If he hadn't been too tired, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to get close to the side hall.

The light lotus fragrance continued to ferment, Xie Fengdi clenched the folding fan, moved his knees that had been sitting stiffly all night, turned around and walked outside the house, slowly closed the small door, and stopped in the rain.

"It shouldn't be ...... Su, I shouldn't have taken you to Fudo City. ”

The Buddha shook his head and sighed lightly, and returned to the spirit bead.

Outside the door, the rain blurred Feng Di's sight, the lotus fragrance was gradually dispersed by the rain, and the left and right unicorns outlined Huamang and rushed out.

On the mountainside, Su Xuyuan and Qu Shitu met unexpectedly.

At the foot of the mountain, there were people with broken arms.

Wind and rain, it's time to stop.