And she subconsciously knows very well that all actions are not her own subjective consciousness.

Rather, it is governed by the air flow in the body.

When she was amazed, her right hand had uncontrollably lifted the pen and skillfully dropped the scriptures on the white paper.

The handwriting that she found complicated when she looked at it was neatly and skillfully handwritten on the paper, exactly the same as the handwriting on the scriptures.

The man with clear eyebrows on the other side opened his lips leisurely as she wrote:

[Those who do good are like the sun, and those who have lost the way are like torches]

[Out of trouble, hot as the moon and cool, such as the foot to get the car]

[As those who travel far away carry the food, as those who meet the rice side to show the guide]

[Like the medicine of the mad, like the good doctor of the sick]

[Like the rods of the old man, like the bed base of the weary]

[Those who are four streams are used as bridges, and those who are interested in the other side are used as rafts]

When his voice stopped abruptly, the pen in Su Xi's hand also paused at the same time, maintaining a surprisingly consistent agreement with him.

While pausing to write, Su Xi felt that the air flow also quieted down in her body at the same time.

The previous weakness and exhaustion disappeared in an instant.

She frowned and looked directly at Wuhuang: "Wuhuang monk ......"

"The little monk suddenly felt sleepy, so go back to the room to rest first, and the concubine please take care of herself."

Without waiting for Su Xi to finish speaking, Wu Huang got up and retreated.

He turned to leave her with a fluttering figure.

The man is mild, but he is too indifferent.

No matter what, no matter who you are, you always look faint and don't make any waves.

Su Xi flashed a pair of moist eyes, and there were many doubts in his heart.

She didn't know why she was so poisonous, and she didn't know why she had such a strange dream.

She couldn't believe what had just happened.

All of this was something she had never experienced before, and mysteries haunted her mind, and she couldn't figure it out.

She knows that Wu Huang must know the secret.

However, he seemed to be deliberately avoiding something.

He must have known what she would ask him, so he excused himself and left.

She looked at the back of Wuhuang leaving, and wanted to catch up and ask what was going on, but it was not appropriate to entangle other monks, so in the end she sat there quietly and did not act impulsively.

Wu Huang's figure finally disappeared from Su Xi's sight, she withdrew her eyes and looked down at the few lines of scripture copied on the table, and there was no air flow surging in her body like before.

The scriptures resting beside her lay there quietly.

Su Xi stretched out her white and soft little hand and held the scroll of scriptures in the palm of her hand, and looked at it for a long time, but she didn't realize anything.

Even though Wu Huang had just opened his lips and read to her, she didn't write down a word in the face of these complicated words.

She couldn't understand, she couldn't understand.

Laying the scriptures on the table, she took the teapot and poured a cup of tea.

The tea is not hot or cold, just right.

This tea is sweet in the mouth, and it is more evocative than the Longjing she usually drinks before the rain, and she doesn't know what kind of tea it is so delicious.

Su Xi looked up at the sky for a while while sipping tea.

Tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and the air is quiet.

The sandalwood fragrance wafting in the wind is very good.

The faint scent can instantly relax the whole nerves.

She withdrew her eyes and looked at the two closed doors on the side of the courtyard wall, and she didn't know how long she had been asleep, and she always felt that she hadn't seen the dog emperor for a long time.