Poetry and Zen August, the heat in the air is difficult to get rid of.

The Sanqingguan is full of green trees, and the tall trees shade a lot of light, which is much cooler than the temperature in the urban area.

The scenery behind the mountain is beautiful, the road up the mountain is paved with a row of stone bricks, it is old, and the fences on both sides are mottled with moss.

It is a place where the Taoist elders sit in meditation and realize the Tao every day.

Fu Fan looked at the narrower and narrower path in front of him, and saw no pedestrians, before he realized......

He went the wrong way.

As if he heard a voice in front of him, Fu Fan pursed his thin lips and continued to walk along the stone road.

Beyond the stone path, there is a separate open space.

The forest cut off this world, and the sound of spring water and the chirping of cicadas in midsummer, as well as the sound of Yaoqin faintly filling the air.

Under the verdant trees, the figure of a plain-robed Taoist leader was slowly reflected.

She wore her black hair in a bun, held a folding fan, covered her eyes with a white ribbon, and danced under the tree to the sound of the piano.

Her posture carries a contradictory beauty of stillness and strength, and her steps are light but extremely steady.

Like a flowing breeze, gently brushing over the ears.

Leave no trace.

The folding fan in her hand seemed to be fused into one, as if it contained aura.

At ease.

The piano stopped, and she closed her fan.

A gust of wind rose and blew off the ribbon that was clipped to her bun.

Her appearance gradually became clearer.

It is cold and sparse, and does not stain the dust.

Fu Fan stood in place, watching her eyes slowly open and look towards him.

There was a rare sense of crampedness.

Feel......

It seems to have accidentally disturbed the hidden immortals.

Qianwan looked at the handsome man standing not far away, and was slightly stunned.

What fell into the eyes was still the familiar and beautiful phoenix eyes, with a little tear at the end of the eyes, and the face was even more beautiful.

Just, he looked at her eyes.

Completely unfamiliar.

Qianwan clenched the folding fan slightly, picked up the ribbon from the ground, looked at Fu Fan, and asked softly, "When guests come to the Taoist temple, do they have something to ask for?" ”

Fu Fan pursed his lips and hesitated how to answer, "I'll accompany ......"

"Scattered!"

As soon as he saw that the little Taoist priest who was only fourteen years old, he ran over from the stone road, "Sanren, Daoist Xu asked me to come and see if the morning class of Sanren is over, there are guests waiting." ”

"I see."

Qianwan replied coldly.

"Why did this guest come to the back mountain?" The little Taoist priest touched his head and asked with a smile, "Is it a mistake?" ”

Fu Fan glanced at him coldly.

"Great view from the mountains."

Feeling the murderous aura in his eyes, the little Taoist priest was silent and pulled down Qianwan's sleeves, "Let's go quickly, I'll go to the squatter to tidy up later." ”

Qianwan nodded and looked at Fu Fan, "Do you want to go down the mountain together?" ”

“…… I'll take a look at it again. ”

"It's okay, but there are more insects and ants in the back mountains, although the scenery is good, it is not suitable to stay for a long time."

Insect ant ......

Fu Fan's face turned slightly pale.

The long legs have already stepped out first, "It's almost the same as seeing too much of the scenery, let's go together." ”

Qianwan looked at his back, and a faint smile crossed her cold eyes.

……

Coming down from the back mountain, it was already ten minutes later.

That's just half an hour.

Mo Tong was tactically thirsty and drank the sixth cup of tea.

Watching how Aunt Fu was said by the gentle Xu Daochang (hu) and then bought a bunch of things.

Shaking his head tiredly.

Woman, this terrible purchasing power.

Fu's mother sat on the cushion, flipped through the leaflet with great interest, and said in surprise, "Daochang Xu, there are still beauty charms in the Taoist temple?" ”

Mo Tong looked at Fu's mother and showed a familiar Li Jiaqi-style shocked expression, and silently swallowed a sip of tea.

k God, I dwell with you.

Brother can't stop it.

Xu Tang's gentle voice sounded, "Yes, this talisman can improve the complexion, and it is the favorite talisman for female guests." ”

"How much?"

"Five hundred."

"Buy!" Feeling that the price was beautiful, Fu's mother smiled and bent her eyes, "I'll bring a few to my sisters, a dozen." ”

"Okay."

Mo Tong helplessly turned his head, and when he saw the person outside the door, he immediately smiled, "K...... Fu Fan, here! ”

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The fast-wearing villain also has backbone

The fast-wearing villain also has backbone