I don't know why it's always raining these days, Cen Kexuan opened his eyes the next day, and found that he didn't know when he slept on the bed, and his body was covered with a thin quilt, he got up and pushed the door open, and saw Bai Moyin waiting for her under the porch outside the door, and fell asleep in a daze outside the house last night, he must have carried himself into the house, and he didn't expect that he would sleep so deeply. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two stood side by side under the porch, the rain was dripping in front of their eyes, Cen Kexuan looked at the raindrops in the courtyard, and said softly: "It's raining." There was a slight disappointment in her eyes, and she said that she would go to see the peony together, but God was so disproportionate to her heart, except for the sound of ticking water, she couldn't hear any other sound in her ears.

"Ke Xuan......" Bai Moyin suddenly called her.

Cen Kexuan turned his head to look at him and said, "What's wrong?" Bai Moyin hesitated: "Mr. Duan, he ...... Is something wrong? Cen Kexuan was stunned, he didn't expect him to suddenly mention it, and the person who lost his life for her would no longer appear again to explain why all this happened.

It's not that he deliberately forgets, but there are many unspeakable things, and suddenly remembering everything a few days ago, Cen Kexuan's sad emotions came to him after realizing it: "Yes, he has passed away." She closed her eyes and recalled the bits and pieces of that day, "It was also raining that day, and I knelt alone in front of his grave, feeling very sad. ”

Bai Moyin was silent and didn't answer, Cen Kexuan continued to take care of himself: "I don't know where he came from, why he treats me like this, I don't know anything, but he can't wake up anymore and tell me the reason for everything......" She babbled and said, from the calm at the beginning, to the gradual confusion of words later, no logic, Bai Moyin held her hand, and unconsciously seemed to be getting tighter and tighter, she looked at him puzzled, but heard him whisper: "I'm sorry." ”

"How can this be blamed on you? If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have died. She stretched out her hand to wipe the tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, and said softly: "Bai Gongzi, he died because of my incompetence, and it has nothing to do with you, how can Bai Gongzi apologize to me?" ”

Bai Moyin still shook her head and held her hand tightly, Cen Kexuan's heart trembled slightly, with a faint foreboding, she looked into his eyes and said softly: "No matter what, I believe you." As if to tell herself, the other party smiled at her palely, as if she had a lot on her mind, and she didn't say anything more.

In the sound of the rain, the lush locust trees seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist under the rain, and three figures gradually appeared in the mountain behind the Mingyin Temple, holding an umbrella one after another and walked to a simple lonely grave, the solemn atmosphere made the rain at this moment appear more and more cold.

"Miserable, Duan Wenxuan, I never thought that after so many years of not seeing each other, this trip finally decided to come to Mingyin Temple to see you, and it would end like this." The person at the head suddenly sighed, this person was originally wearing a black cloak, holding an umbrella in one hand, and when he spoke, he lifted the hat on his head, revealing a face that had experienced vicissitudes, and it was the autumn rut that had appeared in the Cen family.

"Sir, who is this man? Why haven't I heard you mention it? A young man beside him who didn't look smiling suddenly asked.

"He is the biological father of Lian Ying's child." Qiu Zhe looked at the wooden plaque in front of the grave that was so simple that it could not be simpler, without a single word engraved, after this person died, he didn't even leave a name. The young man nodded after hearing his words, and perhaps saw that he was in a bad mood, so he did not say anything more.

"That day, I was meditating in the temple, and I heard a little disciple talking about cutting firewood in the back mountain, and found that a place seemed to have broken into the idlers, not to mention the killing, and turned out the corpses of the disciples under the seat. A yellow-robed monk spoke, it was the abbot of Mingyin Temple, Master Huiming.

"I have gathered a few disciples to chant sutras for him, hoping that his deceased soul can find another pure land and not be disturbed by the world." Master Huiming clasped his hands together and sighed, "Master Duan has a deep relationship with our temple, and this is the only thing we can do for him." ”

"Abbot Gaoyi." Qiu Zhe nodded slightly, was silent for a moment, and then changed the topic and asked, "What does he want to ask me to go up the mountain this time?" ”

"I don't know." The abbot shook his head, "But I know that he has been away from Mingyin Temple for a few days, and he is in a hurry to meet someone. ”

"Who?"

"From Yujing Villa, Prince Mo Yin."

"Him?" Qiu Zhe pursed his lips, thinking of this descendant who had only had a few encounters in his infant time, and later became famous and spread in the rivers and lakes, he couldn't help but feel a little strange and worried, "Although this child was born in Yujing Villa when he was a child, I have never seen him as an adult. ”

"Oh? Prince Mo Yin is the biological son of the owner of the old white village, and he is not an outsider of unknown origin, so why is Mr. Qiu worried? Or is Mr. Qiu jealous of his mother's origins? "Master Huiming seems to be quite puzzled by the comparison.

"I have always been unable to let go of the death of Yiyun Dynasty and Jia Lanyin in Wudang Mountain, and the abbot and I are both parties, so I must have been deeply touched. The fire came so strangely that everyone unanimously believed that it was the demon girl of the Garland clan, and they did not hesitate to force the two of them to death on the spot, leaving only their two children, a man and a woman, who had seen the death of their father and mother with their own eyes. ”

Master Huiming's hand holding the umbrella was slightly crooked, causing some of the rain to fall on his shoulders, but he seemed to sink into the memories and didn't care about it: "Of course I remember those two children, the Qingyu Daoist insisted on taking one of them as an apprentice, but the little girl heard that she was outcast, and she didn't know whether she was alive or dead, but the boy's whereabouts seemed very strange. I still remember the boy's eyes at that time, the hatred and unwillingness, which I have been unable to let go of for so many years. ”

He sighed and continued: "Yi Yunchao is the beloved disciple of Qingyu Dao Master, and his disciple died so tragically, he must have felt guilty to take such good care of his son. In order to protect him, the Qingyu Daoist not only hid the child's identity, but also changed his name and surname, and it is reported that even many Daoists in Wudang Mountain did not know whether the child secretly left Wudang Mountain, or still practiced with the Qingyu Daoist. ”

"That's why I'm so worried." Qiu Zhe sighed, "I've heard over the years that Prince Mo Yin, who is in the northern Fushan, seems to be very close to Qingyu Daoist......"

"You mean, I'm afraid that he will have some contact with the son of Yi Yunchao?"

"The two of them are the same age, their mothers are of the same family, and they have similar fates, and it is hard to guarantee that they will not be connected, and they will have a sympathetic friendship and unimaginable actions." Qiu Zhe sighed, "Otherwise, why would Bai Moyin, who is in the north, go to Wudang repeatedly to visit Qingyu Daoist?" I once heard that he even let the Qingyu Daoist stay for a few months in Xiangyang Mirror Lake, who knows, the Qingyu Daoist didn't bring others over? ”

"This ......" Abbot Huiming hesitated, as if he was not sure about it.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much, although Daoist Qingyu has always been cultivated, he will never turn a blind eye to this. Alternatively, there is one thing I have always been very curious about, I wonder if the abbot can solve a question or two for Qiu? ”

Abbot Huiming chuckled lightly and said lightly, "Mr. Qiu might as well speak up." ”

"The abbot was once a unique swordsman, so why did he put down the sword that he regarded as his life and become a monk?"

Abbot Huiming's calm and gentle face finally became a little more solemn, he was silent for a moment, but still spoke: "The incident fifteen years ago, why is it difficult for you to let go?" ”