Enzan Annex.

In the simple and elegant courtyard, there is no other fragrance of flowers and plants except the fragrance of Zen.

Dressed in monk's robes, Wu Huang sat cross-legged in his usual seat, holding a scroll of scriptures spread out, but his eyes were slightly closed, and he did not look at the scriptures.

The clear and delicate eyebrows reveal a bleakness far from the world.

As long as you look at him, you will feel that the whole world is clear and pure, as if there is no more noise, no strife, and no more unsightly filth.

Wisps of green smoke were rising from the incense burner, and his face was covered behind the green smoke, and he didn't look very real.

The door squeaked open, and Su Xi walked out of the house with a soft body.

Standing at the door, she saw the extraordinary back at a glance, and recognized who the figure belonged to.

All the cleanliness and thoroughness of the world are gathered on this monk.

He has long been extraordinary.

"Monk of the Wasteland, why am I here?" She asked softly.

The delicate face had finally faded from its terrifying dark purple, and it was as usual except for the lack of a little blood.

It's just a beautiful voice with a hint of weakness in it.

"The concubine has a strange poison in her body, and it was the emperor who brought the concubine here to the little monk."

Wuhuang did not turn around, still maintaining his previous position.

Su Xi raised his feet and slowly walked into the courtyard, and sat down in front of the sandalwood low table: "You detoxified the poison for me?" ”

Wuhuang sat cross-legged opposite her, and he raised his eyes to look at her: "The concubine is recovering well." ”

"I had a long dream," Su Xi looked into the distance, "I dreamed that I was walking alone on a narrow ancient road, surrounded by towering trees, and the lush sky submerged me in it, and the more I walked forward, the thicker the thick black mist became. ”

She turned to look at Wu Huang: "The mist wrapped me tightly, I struggled in the mist, but what I reached out to grasp was the thin air, and finally I felt suffocated. ”

"When I was very close to death, I suddenly woke up and realized that it was a dream I had."

At this point, Su Xi looked at the two closed doors in the middle of the courtyard wall.

Pursed her lips slightly, and said no more.

When she struggled in her dream, she called Ling Juncheng's name all over the place.

Just wanted to see him one last time.

She was ecstatic to see a figure breaking through the black fog and walking towards her.

And the last thing she saw was not the man she had in mind.

But......

She raised her eyes and glanced at the Wuhuang on the other side.

The person who dispelled the deadly black fog for her was unexpectedly desolate.

She wondered why he was in her dreams.

And the dream was so real that she couldn't tell whether it was true or false.

Wu Huang gently placed the scripture in his hand in front of Su Xi: "If the concubine is uneasy, why don't you try to copy the scriptures." ”

"I didn't feel uneasy." Su Xi smiled lightly.

Wuhuang looked at her with a gentle expression: "It is born from the heart, and the uneasiness of the concubine is written on her face." ”

Looking at the man on the other side who did not eat the fireworks of the world, he was very calm and indifferent between his eyebrows, as if he had a powerful energy in his body that no one else in the world could match.

Su Xi withdrew his gaze from his face and looked down at the scroll of scriptures he handed over.

Glancing at it, I couldn't help frowning.

She didn't recognize any of the words on it, but inexplicably when she saw those words, there was an obvious air flow surging around her.

The air currents jumped up and down within her body, forcing her to pick up the pen beside her.