Yin Suwen touched a few soft nails in Xinche's muffled voice, always feeling that he deliberately wanted to keep a distance from himself but couldn't ask the reason. She thought she was a person who was cold by nature and didn't want to get close to others, but after seeing Zhang Shaoqing and Xinche, she found a different version of herself. That Yin Suwen is stubborn but sincere, like a stupid hedgehog, so stupid that once he identifies a person, whether it is a lover or a friend, he will not hesitate to pull out all the thorns, and he can't wait to take out his whole heart. To this day, Xinche's sudden indifference made her a little at a loss.

"No, it must not be like this, Master Xinche is not such a fickle person."

On the way to the dining room, she was still thinking about this annoying question. Guessing a possible answer was immediately denied by herself, and finally after thinking about it, she finally thought of the most reasonable explanation: as a rare Taoist monk in Yunju Temple in a hundred years, Xinche should have been the high-minded person who was not disturbed by the world. The previous rescue of Yin Suwen was only out of the instinctive compassion and kindness of a monk, not the deep friendship she thought of herself. For such a master, the four major are empty and the six roots are pure, and I am afraid that there are no familiar or unfamiliar emotions for a long time.

She figured it out, and she was finally willing to affirm her idea, so that she could take back her abnormalities as a matter of course, restrain her enthusiasm, and turn back to the incomparably strong Yin Suwen she used to be.

It was late at night, and the small road in the Yunju Temple, which was built by the mountain, was winding, and Yin Suwen, who was born with a road idiot, asked a few small novices in a row before finally finding the right direction to the dining room. When she reached a narrow bend, she saw a figure with a torch walking up the stairs, and she politely turned sideways to give way, but the man with the torch passed her and then turned back and stopped beside her.

"Haha, I also said that there are still women in the temple late at night, it turns out to be a fierce girl! We're really fated! ”

"You are?"

"Why, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you little girl doesn't know Lao Tzu?!"

The people who came brought the torches closer, and Yin Suwen finally saw that this wild man who called himself "Lao Tzu" was indeed the Orion Slaughter Boss he met on the night of the fierce battle with the man and bear.

"It turned out to be Big Brother Tu! The eldest brother smiled, Su Wen's eyes are not good, and he has had a slight night blindness since he was a child, so he didn't recognize people. ”

"It's not in the way, we rough people in the mountains are not so polite. However, today is not Iftar Day, what are you doing in this temple, girl? ”

"There are some things in the house that need to ask the master for help, so I am in a hurry to come in person. Did Brother Tu also come to pray for blessings? ”

Yin Suwen subconsciously found an excuse to prevaricate and change the topic, she only felt that since Xinche had already minded getting close to her so much, there was no need for people to know that she was particularly visiting and caring.

Boss Tu didn't notice her discomfort at all, and while talking to her, he poured the firewood on his back on the ground and rearranged it.

"The girl is really joking, what do the Orion people have to pray for. If I hadn't come to deliver some medicine to Master Xinche, I would have gone home from the mountain a long time ago. ”

"Send medicine to Master Xinche? Could it be that Master's chest wound hasn't healed yet?! ”

"Chest? The wound is not in the chest, you mean the wound that the bear scratched? Oh, although that little injury is serious, it has already been healed by my boss Tu. This time, the master is injured on the hand, Lao Tzu is also puzzled, you say that this master is so lucky, but the luck is a little worse, and it is not long to be injured if you go down the mountain to preach a scripture. Alas? What about the girl? ”

Boss Tu's self-talk has not changed, and when he finished packing up a bundle of dry firewood and looked up again, Yin Suwen's figure was gone, and he could only shout to the figure that quickly disappeared into the night.

"Girl, you should run slowly, be careful of the stone road that you can't see clearly!"

Yin Su didn't care to listen to the voice behind him, and only relied on his memory to run wildly in the direction he came, and fell several times in succession because he couldn't see the road clearly in many places. She only thought that she wanted to see Xinche again no matter what, and asked him why he was in a hurry to get rid of her, but she endured the injury alone and refused to say anything.

I remember that the little monk inadvertently said that Xinche did not live in the unified monastery area with the disciples in the temple, but lived alone in a semi-enclosed meditation monastery behind the main hall like the old abbot. At night in the mountain temple, where the night was as cold as water, the stubborn woman who should have watched everything coldly ran in the strange darkness, anxious to meet a strange and familiar friend.

The weather in the mountains is cloudy and changeable, and after the dark evening clouds are blown away by the night wind, there are stars sprinkled with stars, and after a while, the moon also shows its face, and the courtyard does not feel dark without lights.

As the successor of the next abbot of Yunju Temple, Xinche has his own independent meditation room and a courtyard. The courtyard is not large, and he has no habit of tending to flowers and plants, and there is nothing in the courtyard except for a stone table, although it is slightly empty, it is better to choose the location. It was a semi-enclosed residence, except for a path that only connects with the temple, the other side of the courtyard is the southern slope of Donghuang Mountain, the four seasons change, the grass, trees, wind and stones, only in this place overlooking the panoramic view, but also chic.

There is no martial monk department in Yunju Temple, and all monks do not practice martial arts except for Xinche. He has a quiet personality since he was a child, and he doesn't like swords, guns, swords, and halberds, and once rejected force, but the old abbot only handed him a set of heavy burdens, saying that the eighty-one books in it must be practiced diligently, which is the legacy of Master Shen Guang, the ancestor.

Although Xin Che is young, he is currently the highest ranking person in the temple, except for the master who has never appeared, what the immortal Master Shenguang said is what he must abide by. After more than ten years of painstaking cultivation, he gradually discovered the mystery, and slowly went from a shallow taste to a handy hand and then gradually entered the realm of the integration of man and martial arts.

Yin Suwen finally found the correct location of the abbot's courtyard, and slowly approached the hidden path, and saw that the person dancing the sword under the moon was Xinche.

Xinche's golden knife had been given to Yin Suwen, and what he was holding at this time was not a long sword weapon but a dead wood branch that he had picked up from the southern slope. However, as soon as the branch reached his hand, it seemed to have a new vitality, and every move he wielded was full of spirituality.

Yin Suwen was in a hurry to see him, but now that he saw such a beautiful picture, he was stunned and reluctant to disturb.

The moon was clear and the wind was clear, and the man in white clothes was dancing his sword under the bright moonlight, walking through the clouds and flowing water, and raising his hands to become bright. She has seen a lot of martial arts masters, but her heart is different. Unlike ordinary swordsmen, his moves are more like a casual and free expression, purposeless and not fancy, such as the free and turbulent waves, like the mountain wind is broad and strong, and there is hidden vitality everywhere between the moves of the graceful dragon. You, you, like a spring breeze for ten miles, like a bright mountain and moon.