Su Xinqi realized Chen Xian's knife-like gaze, so he smiled wryly and said: "Chen Gongzi's poem, in fact, I only heard two sentences, but I don't remember it very clearly...... I only remember a sentence about the outsiders. ”

"Outsiders ......" Huang Yunlong gently repeated this poem, and then raised his eyes to look at Chen Xian, and said thoughtfully: "Chen Gongzi's poem is quite similar to my Zhenlong Village." ”

Speaking of this, Huang Yunlong smiled and said softly: "I wonder if I can tell the old man the whole poem?" ”

"Chen Gongzi is talented, not to mention one poem, it is naturally okay to write ten poems!" Before Chen Xian could speak, Huang Luoxuan pouted and interjected-she was still secretly annoyed that Chen Xian gave Wei Qingqing hairpins.

Chen Xian secretly smiled bitterly - why did I forget to remind Wei Qingqing, don't talk nonsense about this hairpin? Knowing that Huang Luoyu is a vinegar jar, isn't this self-inflicted?

He thought about it again - no, isn't it normal for this Ming Dynasty to have three wives and four concubines, it seems that my husband is still not in place, and I still have to find a chance to fight with Huang Nuxia again in the next two days......

"Since that's the case, then ......" Chen Xian secretly made up his mind to train the saint again, and said with a smile: "The game work, if it is not well written, the sect leader should not laugh at it......"

After saying this, he casually chanted:

"The reckless world sends this body, and the black scarf comes and goes.

The book stall is full of ups and downs, and the sentences are scrutinized by the moon.

The pear jujube is evenly large, and the wine and food are new.

Innocent and innocent, I know what it looks like, and I don't know what it looks like. ”

After Chen Xian finished chanting this poem from the late Qing poet madman Tang Peng, Huang Yunlong obviously felt something, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and his two long eyebrows gently rose and fell with the silent recitation in his mouth: "The pear jujube is evenly large, and the wine and food are new ...... the year."

The old man looked calm and normal on the surface, but this poem had already touched the softest part of his heart—the number of people who had died for himself over the past few decades.

Even when he was tracked down by that powerful enemy, and even when he was in fear all day long, hiding in Tibet day and night, how many people were implicated in the lives of their entire families and clans in order to cover up their whereabouts......

After seeing too many deaths, Xanadu has become Huang Yunlong's long-term pursuit, and it is precisely because of this pursuit that he even built this small Zhenlong Village into a real Xanadu - "pears and dates are even, wine and food are abundant".

Huang Luoyu also squinted her eyes slightly, she couldn't help but think of the promise that this scholar gave herself, I don't know if it was blind confidence, which made her feel that this scholar with sparse martial arts might really be able to make a dignified life for the common people in the world......

Everyone was thinking about the scene described in this poem, and then corresponded this scene with the Zhenlong Village where they were now, and suddenly found that they were the people of this paradise.

The difference from the description in the poem is that he is not an "innocent foreigner", but a rebel army who raised an army to fight for the world, or it can also be said to be a thief.

After a long time, Huang Yunlong finally broke the silence of the scene, he smiled and nodded at Chen Xian, with more appreciation in his eyes, and asked: "Chen Gongzi, follow the old man to the meditation room in the backyard?" ”

Chen Xian arched his hand and smiled: "I can't ask for it......"

Half a moment later, in the elegant courtyard, the door of the small meditation room was closed, and Zen Master Lin was guarding the door with half-squinted eyes.

Huang Luoyu looked a little nervous in the courtyard, she looked sideways at Wei Qingqing, who was sitting at the stone table not far away, and was a little puzzled in her heart - why didn't this little girl worry at all?

She was naturally worried, worried that Chen Xian would make her father lively, and worried that the two were discussing their lifelong affairs at the moment......

But the always smiling Monk Lin in front of him didn't let himself have a chance to eavesdrop at all - whenever he leaned a little forward, the old monk easily blocked in front of him.

Huang Luoyu once heard a certain elder mention that this Lin Zen Master was a terrifying master, and it was said that even the Great Elder Ye Qi did not dare to say that he could defeat him.

She had never seen this old man who seemed to be in his last years make a move, and she didn't even notice the slightest trace of martial arts on the other party's body, but ...... Xiao Su said that this monk had a murderous aura, a murderous aura that had accumulated from the killing of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood.

Suddenly, a slight call came from the meditation room: "Lin." ”

The old monk immediately turned around and opened the door and walked in.

After a while, he walked out under Huang Luoxuan's nervous gaze again, and called: "Su Protector, King Xiao Ming called you in for a trip......

When Su Xinzheng entered the room, Huang Luoxuan became even more nervous and anxious - why did he ask Su Xinzheng to go in, did he ask him to ask something about himself and Chen Xian?

But I told my father everything a few days ago...... Except, except for the damned adulterer's debauchery of his own debauchery...... Could it be that my father doesn't believe me? Or did Daddy guess it? Otherwise, why do you have to ask Su Xinzhi again?

"Crunch." The door of the meditation room suddenly opened, and Su Xin bowed and retreated, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Huang Luoxuan's eyes full of inquiry.

Of course, Su Xinqi knew that Huang Luoxuan was thinking nonsense at the moment, but now that he was separated from the sect leader by a wall, where did he dare to say anything, so he had to smile bitterly and said, "I, I have to go to the main altar." ”

Huang Luoxin was stunned - the main altar, what to do at the main altar? Do you need to inform the elders about them?

When Huang Luoxuan was thinking wildly, the scene in the room seemed very comfortable and quiet, and the two of them sitting cross-legged were like friends who had forgotten the New Year in the afternoon, and their words and movements were lazy and slow.

"Sect Master, what do you mean......" Chen Xian raised his eyebrows and asked hesitantly, "Let me help you keep Deng Maoqi's team?" ”

Huang Yunlong gently rubbed the stoneware teacup in his hand, opened his mouth gently, and said slowly: "There are already too many people dead, why bother to kill more?" ”

"Not to mention whether Deng Maoqi will believe me, will the officers and soldiers listen to my ......" Chen Xian scratched his head and said helplessly: "But I am only a scholar in Xiaxia, and I have no fame or military power, how can I preserve this army?" ”

Speaking of this, Chen Xian leaned forward: "Besides...... Why did the sect leader think that Deng Maoqi would definitely lose? ”

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