Western Passion

"Rebel! I swear to be incompatible with you for the teacher! Mohammadfa was furious, and tremblingly pointed at the new national teacher in the middle of the hall.

"Good! The national teacher does not care about you, an old monk of Longzhong. "Jeremo Defa seems to have grown overnight, and there is no immaturity to speak of, he has no one to rely on!

Mohammodifa coughed repeatedly: "Good! Count me as having been blessed by you for more than 20 years! ”

"How so? Do you think there is a better person than me to carry on the mantle of your old mantle? Jeremoda said something insincere.

Mohamo was ** for a moment, indeed, but remembering what he did in secret, he angrily reprimanded: "You have done such a great rebellion, you are not worthy to inherit my mantle!" ”

"In that case, then you can continue to practice!" Every sentence seems to be decisive, but in fact there is a trace of affection.

"Boss, I'll expel you from the division today!" Angry and discouraged, how could his beloved disciple become such a person?

Recently, it has been reported in the Western Fan Kingdom that the old national teacher is still vulgar, and for a while, the Chinese people have been discussing:

"I heard that the stunning dancing girl lured the broken ring."

"Sooner or later, isn't it still now?"

"What you say makes sense, but there is something strange about it."

"That dancing girl turned pale and her hands and feet stiff."

"If it's really this way of dying, you should be old and strong!"

The old national teacher was forced to return to the vulgar, two dancing girls died in bed, and the death was judged to be a stroke, and the new national teacher was a lay disciple of the old national teacher, but now he failed to inherit the mantle and changed his name: Mo De

The new king, Gongxi Zhenting, was supported by the new king, and the coronation ceremony was completed last month.

Qin Zhao had already ordered people to keep an eye on the old national teacher's every move, and today he waited on his way: "Senior monk, please stay." ”

Mohamo Defa looked displeased: "There is only one layman here, where is the high monk?" ”

Qin Zhao said in a deep voice: "A monk is always a monk, but he is a person who is destined for Buddhahood. ”

Mohamo was puzzled: "What does the donor mean?" ”

After all, the old national teacher planned the evening festival by himself, so he explained: "Don't be bound by the world, practice freely in your heart." ”

Mohamedfa looked at the cold-faced war king and said, "The donor is worthy of being the fourth king, and the fourth king is also." ”

Qin Zhao made a long story short: "The monk is too humble, I wish you to achieve positive results as soon as possible." ”

Mohamed expected that this person was not just here to see him off: "Donor, I am afraid that I have other intentions to find the old man today." ”

"It seems that it is worth the trip." A word of humility.

A helpless sigh: "In the past, the old man was the country, but today the country has abandoned me." ”

"That means that the Western Fan Kingdom has no relationship with the monks."

The two sat on the stone pier next to them.

Qin Zhao said clearly: "It's not a secret, Gongxi Zhenting was the son of the prime minister of Tianyi Kingdom before. I wonder how he could be Prince Zephani? ”

Thinking about it, it was twenty-six years ago, and he said for a moment: "When civil wars broke out frequently, the prince secretly sent the princess to Tianyi West in order to protect the pregnant princess. ”

He asked, "Why don't you look for it?" ”

"I have searched for it, and the news that I came back is that the fetus is stillborn, and there are two corpses and two lives." A pity.

Qin Zhao had a serious face: "This matter is serious!" ”

Mohammad raised a hand to his chest: "Amitabha, monks don't speak." ”

Qin Zhao hugged his fists: "Thank you!" ”

"Donor, goodbye."

Mohammodifa had already left, and Qin Zhao sat there alone, and the sky was almost dark before he got up and left.

Tianyi Country

Capital

Mu Fandi walked aimlessly, Li Xuerou didn't find fault recently, she didn't know what bad ideas she was holding back, and she couldn't find evidence that Li Xuerou was pretending to be the original owner, and there was no evidence.

It was another hot June, and the business of the Dust Tea Shop was booming, and Mu Fandi came to the door, and the past was vivid.

"Miss Mu is here."

"Jiuge, I want to eat shaved ice."

Jiu Ge was very surprised when he heard this, isn't this a willow tree to eat dates? Now the things except ice and sugar are long gone.

"I want to add watermelon juice, red beans, yogurt, and mango..."

"Auntie, you can go to others!" Jiu Ge said helplessly.

At this time, a person in the seat next to him looked over: "The mango that the girl said has been seen in the south." ”

When Mu Fandi heard this, he saw a familiar person: "It's you!" ”

"The girl remembers Liao?" Liao was very surprised to be remembered by such a beautiful woman.

"The Drunkard's Pavilion and the City Gate Tower." Mu Fandi immediately spoke.

The reason why Mu Fandi remembers it is because his surname is Liao, which is the same surname as her modern self, in fact, she is not sensitive to names.

"I don't know the name of the child?" Politely asked.

"In the lower Liao paradox 㒴 (gǔ), the goods are contradictory and the goods are in and out, and the upper and lower are out." Liao moved his seat and shared a table with Mu Fandi.

"Miss Mu, aren't you afraid that someone will be jealous?" Jiu Ge reminded.

"The shopkeeper's words are wrong, we are above board, and we have no selfish feelings." Liao immediately retorted.

"This shopkeeper's fanning is not like a good person, let's go, let's talk next door." Mu Fandi picked up the shaved ice and left.

In the private room on the second floor of the Dust Tea Book Bar, the two talked happily.

Mu Fandi learned that Liao Bi's father was the winner of the invincible gamble all over the world: Liao Kaisheng. It has gambled in the whole country and even in neighboring countries, so the Liao family's property is all over the world.

Money is stored in local banks, and stores are rented in various places.

But Liao has nothing to do but be busy collecting rent.

"Don't hide it, the family rules set by my father: if you go in, you will go out, and if you want to be full, you will go against it."

"It's easy to get rich, it's hard to keep money, so you have the foresight." Mu Fandi praised.

"The girl praised it falsely..."Liao Wei shook his head with a sigh, planning to wrap the old lady's footcloth and nag.

"Bang!" A door opened, and the conversation was interrupted.

"Liao Gongzi, you go first, go first!" Mu Fandi looked at the angry Qin Cao and urged Liao Yu to flee quickly.

Liao Bi wanted to explain something, but it seemed that people were full of anger, and the instrument was extraordinary, so he got up and said goodbye and left.

"There will be a date later."

"We'll talk about it next time." Mu Fandi waved goodbye.

Qin Cao looked at the two of them saying goodbye, and straightened Fan'er, who was reluctant, "Fan'er, the person has already left." The tone was calm.

"Why are you here? Oh, isn't it the secret of the Nine Songs? ”

Qin Cao grabbed Fan'er, who was about to settle accounts with Jiu Ge, it was not easy for him to come out, how could he let her go.

"Fan'er, it's my birthday in a few days, remember to wait for me."

"Birthday? …… June 17!! ”

Qin Cao was surprised: "How did Fan'er know?" ”

"Brother A's birthday." Mu Fandi said.

Qin Cao took Fan'er into his arms: "Fan'er misses him." ”

Mu Fandi whispered: "The door is open!" ”

A gust of wind struck, and the door slammed shut.

Mu Fandi smelled the familiar fragrance of orchids and grass, and there was an even breathing sound above his head, and when he looked up, Qin Cao seemed to be tired and asleep.