"Sister Saint! You're in a daze again! ”

Inside the scattered flower building, nine-story high-rise building.

Hongluan's voice sounded in his ears, pulling Meng Bingyun's thoughts back from the long past.

She looked at this fairy girl in her early teens, and all the chaos in her eyes turned into tranquility.

The short days of cultivating by the side of the Dao Master in the past were a little colder, but they also made her happier than the red dust floating world in the world.

"Hongluan, who do you think is more brilliant among the two of them?"

Meng Bingyun smiled lightly and asked in a low voice.

Her temperament is ethereal and immortal, even if the previous generation of scattered flower building flowers is covered by Su Curtain, it is far from comparable.

I wonder what the Lord meant by allowing Himself to come to such a place?

She glanced at the long incense burning in front of the table, and remembered that the Taoist master said that if she entered the world, she might be able to come to Sanhualou to stay for a while.

"Those two people? I didn't read it! I just think it's so weak! ”

Hongluan crossed his waist and blinked, as if he was thinking about Hong Xuanji and Qiandaozi who had just left.

But no matter how she thought about it, she didn't leave a little impression in her heart.

Even Hong Xuanji, who was in the middle stage of the Martial Saint, was nothing at all in her eyes.

"You, have you forgotten that the Dao Lord asked you to protect me?"

Meng Bingyun gently tapped the little girl's head and scolded with a smile.

"Hmm! Don't hit me! ”

Hongluan twisted his head angrily and spun around in front of the table, as if recalling the two of them again.

Immediately afterward, she clapped her hands, as if on an inspiration:

"That old man is nothing, but that one is called Hong... Oops I don't remember! That man has bad intentions for the Holy Sister! ”

"I see a disgusting sensation in his eyes every time he looks at you."

Hongluan snapped her fingers, as if counting how many times this gaze had appeared.

But in the end, as if she had given up, she said:

"I can't count them!"

"Ill-intentioned, disgusting feelings?"

Meng Bingyun heard Hongluan speak and nodded slightly.

As a woman, where can she not feel Hong Xuanji's strong possessiveness that is almost bursting out.

Although this kind of gaze is not mixed with any lewdness, it also makes her feel slightly disliked and abrupt.

After all, counting the days, it was only two days from the time they met to the time they met.

"Sister Saint feels troublesome, I'm going to beat him now!"

Seeing Meng Bingyun's brows furrowed slightly, Hongluan couldn't help but roll up his sleeves, revealing his white and tender arms.

Before entering the WTO, the Taoist Lord told her to protect the Holy Lady Sister, she must do everything in every detail, and she must not let the Holy Lady Sister's slightest grievance.

"It's okay, it's not going to be there."

Meng Bingyun shook his head and suppressed Hongluan's proposal.

She entered the world to practice this time, but she just listened to the words of the Taoist master and came to Sanhualou to stop for a short time.

It was only her first stop, and it wouldn't be for long.

Maybe three months, maybe half a year, she'll be gone.

After entering the Taishang Dao Sect, she found that there were only a few people in her own sect.

Hongluan is a little girl adopted by the Taoist Master, and she doesn't know her origin.

And she heard that she also has a senior brother, who seems to be called Li Hu, who was taken into the door by the Dao Master three hundred years ago, and is currently traveling in the Outer Heaven Central World.

She had seen each other at the entrance ceremony, and the aura around her was probably much stronger than Hongluan, a ten-year-old fairy girl.

It is rumored that this Senior Brother Li Hu was also thrown into the world by the Taoist Master for many years, and finally recalled to the mountain gate and began to practice.

Entering the WTO first and then being born seems to be a tradition of the Taishang Dao.

"Then I'll spare him!"

Hongluan didn't care when she saw Meng Bingyun, so she didn't say anything.

She walked to the top of the nine-story tower of the Scattered Flower Building, looked at the flowing clouds in the sky, and was stunned again.

Meng Bingyun, on the other hand, took out a volume of ancient books from the lining of his clothes, moved the incense on the table slightly, and studied it carefully.

This is a technique given by the Taoist Master before she entered the world:

Too forgetful.

I heard that since the ancient Yang God "Tai" established the Taishang Dao Gate, this exercise has been passed down as the basis for refining the state of mind.

The possessor has a state of mind that stands on the way of the Taishang, which is called "the Taishang forgetfulness".

Forget your feelings, get your feelings, don't be moved by emotions, don't be disturbed by emotions.

Heaven is the most private, and the use is the most public.

This is a discipline that elevates one's own state of mind to a level beyond the unity of heaven and man.

When you reach such a state, you will be able to obtain the Fa and forget the Fa, and instead stay in all the Fa.

"Can people really forget all their feelings?"

Meng Bingyun brushed the words in the ancient scroll, silently recalling the young man who stood in the Youxuan Courtyard and handed him the Seven Peerless Swords of the Peach God.

I wonder if the Lord has forgotten all his emotions?

Recalling Duan Zhen's eyes, Meng Bingyun only felt that it contained the joy and sorrow that all living beings in the world had, but when the other party's breath changed, that feeling was like a lofty providence, unpredictable and incomprehensible.

She didn't know what state Duan Zhen was in, but she only felt that the other party was sincerely teaching the Fa to herself, and she didn't think much about it for a while.

Maybe there is affection, forgetfulness and ruthlessness, it is just a thought of the Taoist master.

In the quiet pavilion, the lights gradually burned out, and the trip to the Sanhua Building, the first stop of the WTO, made Meng Bingyun feel a little overwhelmed.

News came from nowhere, the first painting saint in Middle-earth entered the nine-story high-rise building, and also painted a picture for the new Oiran.

In front of the door of the Scattered Flower Building, there is this portrait of the fairy of the Moon Palace who has entered the mortal dust.

For a while, the people in Yujing City, who were already attracted by the sound of Meng Bingyun's qin, were completely boiling after seeing the image of this holy painting.

Princes and nobles, wealthy businessmen, and children of wealthy families want to talk freely with beauties like they have their heads squeezed.

The carriages and horses outside the gate of the scattered flower building are lined up in the center of the street several miles away.

Many people even spent a lot of money to buy a position, and they also fought because of the mismatch.

As soon as such a situation appeared, those literati ministers in Yujing City suddenly couldn't help it:

"The demon girl is in chaos! The demon girl is in chaos! This woman is only a geisha, why did she cause chaos in the entire Yujing? I'm going to report to the emperor and let the scattered flower building be more restrained! ”

"Brother Wu is right! If this continues, won't it make the people of the world laugh at the people of Zhongzhou, who are all people who linger in fireworks and alleys? We must put an end to it! ”

"Tomorrow I will make a break and listen to the heavens!"

"Go together, go together!"

“… Lord Wu, you are in the position of the Scattered Flower Building, and you have been robbed..."

"What? Outrageous! Who is so bold! Take me there! ”

"Brother Wu, you...!"

……

Not to mention all kinds of miscellaneous things outside the scattered flower building, but inside the nine-story high-rise building, there is a light cloud.

Meng Bingyun only receives one person every day, and only plays a guqin, and then no longer sees guests.

She is not here to perform arts, and she is only practicing to understand her state of mind.

Today, Hong Xuanji is here again.

This young talent, who was in the position of an extremely human minister at a young age and cultivated to the middle stage of the Martial Saint, handed a contract in his hand to Meng Bingyun:

"Bingyun, I redeemed myself for you, let me go!"

Hong Xuanji's eyes showed a trace of heat and expectation, and his knuckles were slightly pinched, showing the emotions in his heart.

……

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