"Don't ask," said Chengguan Guoshi.

Xianzong said, "What's wrong with the host master? ”

Chengguan Guoshi looked at Xianzong and said, "What the poor monk means is that the saint should not ask about the affairs of the Eternal Life Temple. ”

Xianzong said, "Now I don't ask, okay? National teacher, you said, did Wuhuan come to me to play in Fengtian? ”

Chengguan Guoshi began to pack up the chessboard.

Xianzong pressed Chengguan's hand and said, "National Teacher, did I hear that you had a bad relationship with Wuhuan in the Eternal Life Temple, is this really the case?" ”

"Eternal Life Temple," Chengguan National Master smiled bitterly and said, "The dust is dusty and was killed by Her Royal Highness the Princess?" ”

Xianzong shook his head hurriedly and said, "How can Linglong kill someone? These two eminent monks should be in Wuhuan's hands now. ”

"What else did the princess say to the saint?"

"What can that girl say?" Xianzong said: "She asked me not to worry about the affairs of the Eternal Life Temple, but now that the two disciples who presided over the master have arrived in Fengtian, can I not worry about it?" ”

Chengguan National Master smiled and said, "Whether it's a blessing or a curse, since you can't hide it, then it's good to bear it." ”

Xianzong was bothered to talk to these monks, and after talking for a long time, it was equivalent to saying nothing! "National teacher, what do you say I want to suffer?" Xianzong asked.

"Watch the play," Chengguan Guoshi said to Xianzong: "What does the matter of the Eternal Life Temple have to do with the saints? ”

"Huh?" Xianzong said: "What about Linglong's poisoning of Wen Fenglin? Linglong also injured a few people around Wen Fenglin, these have nothing to do with me? ”

"Wuhuan is in the same city as the young master," Chengguan Guoshi pulled his hand out of Xianzong's hand and whispered, "The host master is more willing to believe that the young master's poisoning was Wu Huan's doing." ”

Xianzong is happy, there is nothing else to do.

Chengguan Guoshi frowned.

Xianzong stood up and said, "Then you continue to play chess, and I will go to rest." ”

Before Chengguan Guoshi could get up to see him off, Xianzong had already left the house. When the national teacher walked outside, Xianzong had already sat on the chariot, and he didn't know which concubine's palace he went to.

"Let the ministers of the imperial study disperse," Xianzong ordered as he sat down on the chariot, "Tonight's matter will be discussed tomorrow morning." ”

A eunuch received the order and ran to the imperial study.

The group walked towards the Xiangyun Hall of the Flower Princess.

Concubine Hua received the news that the saint came to her, and under the service of the palace people, she hurriedly dressed up, and took the palace people and eunuchs of Xiangyun Hall out of the palace to welcome Xianzong.

Xianzong saw Concubine Hua standing in front of the door of Xiangyun Palace, but he remembered something again, and said to the eunuch who was carrying the step: "Forget it, go to the study." ”

Concubine Hua watched Xianzong come to her close and leave, and didn't even send a slave to give her a word, Concubine Hua was shocked and angry, since she entered the palace as a concubine, Xianzong has not made her so shameless!

Xianzong couldn't care about his woman's face now, so when he walked on the road, he ordered someone to go to his private vault, take a box of silver ingots and give it to him, and when he arrived at the upper study, he ordered the palace people to go to the palace and called Yu Xiaoxiao out.

Yu Xiaoxiao looked at a box of silver, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she said, "This is for me?" ”

Xianzong said: "You are married, and I still want to support you?" You send this to the little friend you met tonight. ”

Yu Xiaoxiao stood still, she knew where Wuhuan lived?

Xianzong said: "If you break someone else's things, you have to pay a new one, do you understand?" ”

Yu Xiao flattened her mouth and said, "I paid him a masked towel." ”

Xianzong stroked his forehead, patted the handrail of the chariot and shouted: "Are cloth and silver the same thing?" You give me a hurry! Hurry up! ”

At this time, in a small courtyard in the north of the capital, a monk walked into a hut with a pot of hot water, poured hot water into the teapot on the table, and said respectfully: "National teacher, the water has been boiled, you can drink a little." ”

"Jing Mo lives in the Proud Winery?" Wuhuan asked.

The monk nodded and said, "Yes, I heard that the eldest prince has repeatedly postponed the day of returning to China, but I don't know why." ”

"Which prince of Mukden did he choose as a proton? The Seven Princes? Wuhuan asked again.

"It's the Sixth Prince, Yu Ziming," the monk replied.

That Yu Linglong didn't show favor to herself for the sake of proton, but recently flattered Jing Mo, Wu Huan said "um" and said, "I know, you go down." ”

The monk glanced at the teacup, which was still full of water, and bowed his head and withdrew.

Wuhuan sat and drank a cup of hot tea under the lamp, watched the flickering candle flame for a while, and then got up, left the hut, and walked to the backyard.

The dust rose, and the dust woke up from a coma, and found himself lying on the cold and damp masonry floor, with water dripping from the masonry above his head, making the stone house seem to be raining lightly, and even the air was cold.

The dust was extinguished, and he couldn't speak, nor could he move, he could only look at the white ash lit on the opposite wall, the light that was the size of the bean, and the small place that could be illuminated was pitiful.

I don't know how long I waited, the stone door was pushed open from the outside, and the dust disappeared and saw Wuhuan wearing a wooden mask walking in.

Wu Huan looked at the two Immortal Temple monks who were casually thrown on the ground by his subordinates, and flicked his sleeves.

The wind blew through the dust, and the dust disappeared the sealed dumb hole, and after the two people choked and coughed a few times, their throats could make sounds.

"You shouldn't come," Dusty said to Wuhuan after he could speak.

"Why did Fenglin come to Mukden?" Wuhuan asked.

Dust extinguished and said: "Only the young master himself knows this. ”

"Did Mo ask him to come, or did he come himself?" Wuhuan asked.

Dusty said: "The host ordered the young master to come." ”

"Didn't Feng Lin know that if he left the Eternal Life Temple, he would die?" Wuhuan still asked in a cold voice.

"Wu Huan," Dust Annihilation leaned against the wall, looked at Wu Huan and said, "If the young master dies, will the host let you go?" You can't be the young master of the Eternal Life Temple, you are the national teacher of Zhuri, and the host master has not treated you badly, why do you just want to complain, hate, you are a disciple raised by the host master himself, don't you know gratitude at all? ”

A dull laugh came from behind the wooden mask, and Wuhuan said while laughing, "Thanksgiving? I am neither a human nor a ghost now, whose grace shall I be grateful? ”

The dust disappeared and looked at Wu Huan, who was still in a black robe, what kind of grace the young master Wu Huan was back then, they remembered, the wooden mask was cast a heavy shadow by the candle flame, and now Wu Huan is like a shadow outside this light, depressed and cold, no longer in the past.

"Wu Huan," Dusty moved his gaze to the side, no longer looking at Wu Huan, "Are you going to be an enemy of the Eternal Life Temple?" After killing the young master, the host master can accept more disciples, and there will still be a new young master in the Eternal Life Temple, will you become stupid after you leave the Eternal Life Temple? ”

Wuhuan kicked at the dust.

Dust extinguished and shouted: "Wu Huan! ”

Dusty chest was kicked out of a hole by Wu Huan, and the bright red heart fell out of the body, and after beating slightly on the ground for a while, it slowly stopped on the bloody masonry.

"You," Dusty glared at Woo Joy.

Wu Huan's feet stepped on Chen's chest, and his eyes behind the wooden mask were bitterly hateful.

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