"After receiving the king's honorarium, he turned his face and didn't recognize anyone so quickly?"

The corners of Jun Mo's lips were obliquely outlined, and then he said, "Within a month, if you can't teach the wind and chant poetry, you will die." ”

"You!"

Feng Wuwu didn't expect Jun Moran to remember this stubble, if she was not short of money, she would definitely take out the million silver tickets in her arms and slap him in the face indiscriminately.

Unfortunately, she is so short of money.

If she didn't have this million, she would probably have to join the beggar gang and make a living by begging.

Jun Mo Ran stood with his hands behind his back, indifferently glanced at Feng Wuwu, who was grinning angrily in front of him, and his thin lips opened lightly, "In the next month, from the beginning of the hour to the end of the hour, I must do my best to teach the wind to compose poems in the Ink Dye Pavilion. ”

"Yes."

Feng Wuwu responded respectfully, and said in his heart that it was not difficult to spend seven or eight hours a day teaching to chase the wind and compose poems.

Chasing the wind has a gentle personality, and it is much better than the moody Jun Modye.

"Good."

Jun Mo raised his lips and smiled, turned around and disappeared into the rain, and walked away.

Before, he regarded money and fortune as something outside his body, and he especially hated people who saw money and opened their eyes.

But now, he suddenly felt that Feng Wuwu's appearance when he saw Qian Wu's eyes was more and more cute and charming.

Since she loves money so much, he can coerce and lure her with money, forcing her to polish off the edges and corners of her body until the moment when he completely tames her.

Feng Wuwu stared at his back, and whispered unconvinced, "Good you immortal banban!" ”

Qingluan, who had returned with the chasing wind, covered Feng Wuwu's mouth again and again, and said solemnly, "Childe, you can be a little more hearty." Chasing the wind said, the regent's abusive tricks are endless, offending the regent, and we can't please it. ”

Having said that, if you really encounter a thorn like Jun Moran, Rao is a meek family son, and it is very likely that he will be driven crazy.

"Alas, only men and Erha are difficult to raise!"

Feng Wuwu sighed helplessly, and it took a long time to notice the oil-paper umbrella in Qingluan's hand.

She looked at Qingluan, who was surprisingly quiet without crying or making trouble, with interest, and teased her, "Chasing the wind is good for you." ”

"Childe, you're making fun of people!"

Qingluan blushed shyly, this was the first time she had been alone with a strange man on a dark and windy night.

Thinking of the appearance of chasing the wind and talking, Qingluan's heart throbbed a little.

At this moment, inside the ruined high walls, there was a sudden grinding sound that made the scalp tingle.

Feng Wuwu and Qingluan looked at each other, suddenly turned their heads, and looked at the strange man in the corner of the wall wearing a hat and a robe, who was engrossed in gnawing on thin bones.

"He was a wine and meat monk!" Qingluan blinked, and through the fine rain and mist, he only glanced at the strange man who was squatting on the ground on the wall, ignoring the torrential rain, and eating meat.

Feng Wuwu retracted his gaze with interest, and said lightly, "Let's go." After a while, he finished gnawing on the bones, and if he found that the wall had collapsed, he might have to rely on us. ”

Qingluan nodded heavily, "What Childe said is very true, go quickly." ”

"Wait, that's not right!"

Feng Wuwu suddenly stopped, turned around suddenly, and when he looked at the corner again, the person had disappeared.

Qingluan stood behind Feng Wuwu for some reason, and asked in a low voice, "Gong, Gongzi, shouldn't that monk be a ghost?" ”

Feng Wuwu stood still in the pouring rain, raising his eyes to look at the brightly lit monk's dormitory in the temple.

Her voice suddenly turned cold, and she spoke slowly, "The evil qi has turned into dead air. Judging from the current situation, it is very likely that the monks in the temple will be slaughtered. ”

"Childe, I'm afraid."

Qingluan trembled and hugged Feng Wuwu's waist, and tears burst out of her eyes again because of fear.

When the temple courtyard wall collapsed, Feng Wuwu felt very strange.

However, at that time, she only cared about dealing with Jun Mo Ran, and did not take the details to heart.

Looking back now, I realize that this temple is not simple.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the day of murder and arson.

This sentence is really not bad!

Although the rain was loud tonight, it was not enough to hide the deafening sound of the courtyard wall collapsing.

According to common sense, the presiding monk in the temple should have come out to see what had happened.

However, the whole temple, except for the candle flames jumping in the monk's dormitory, can not feel the popularity of half a star.

Lifeless, evil, and unpredictable.

"Let's go, go in and have a look."

Feng Wuwu said in a deep voice, and calmly advanced towards the temple.

Squeak –

She pushed the door with one hand, and her sharp eyes swept the corners and corners of the monk's dormitory.

As soon as I entered the door, the smell of blood came to my nose.

Feng Wuwu stared at the back of the monk in a monk's robe who was kneeling on the tuanpu, and asked out loud, "Little Elder?" ”

Xu is the top of the monk's house beam is too high, and the echo is loud, which makes the originally not very spacious square inch of land become particularly strange.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Feng Wuwu simply stepped forward quickly to check one or two.

"Ahh

Qing Luan, who was following Feng Wuwu's side, saw that most of the face of the monk kneeling on the Tuanpu hidden in the shadows was cut into flesh and blood, and screamed.

Feng Wuwu's eyes were quick, and he covered Qingluan's mouth and nose again and again, and said in a low voice, "Shhh! Beware of attracting officials and officials. ”

"Childe, let's run away."

"Where to flee to? Anyway, there are no living people in the temple, so why don't you stay here for the night. ”

Feng Wuwu tore down the curtain hanging in front of the Buddha shrine and placed it on the monk's face, covering his torn cheeks.

With just one glance, she knew that the wound on the monk's face was caused by someone biting him.

It's just that she is not sure whether the person who hurt people has gone crazy or is controlled by someone's tricks.

If it's poison, it's much trickier.

After all, she hadn't touched this thing before.

Qingluan shook his head resistantly, "Childe, Qingluan would rather go out in the rain than stay here." ”

Feng Wuwu hooked his lips and smiled, stopped Qingluan in his arms, and strode towards the wooden couch.

"Qingluan."

"Childe, what's wrong with you?" Qingluan turned her head, looked at Feng Wuwu, who was lying in her clothes, and asked softly.

"I'm a little tired, let me sleep for a while."

Feng Wuwu said in a low voice, his voice much softer than usual.

When Qingluan heard this, his nose was sour, and tears fell like rain.

"Childe, Qingluan feels sorry for you. If you don't want to work hard, Qingluan will go to the land of fireworks to sell herself to support you. Woo woo woo - Childe, after Qingluan sells his body, you are not allowed to dislike it. ”

"Silly girl. The land of fireworks is a place where people eat people and don't spit out bones, and it's easy to enter, but it's hard to get out. ”

Feng Wuwu's "silly girl" made Qingluan, who was already pear blossoms and rain, like a fish in her throat.

"Childe, why are you so good to Qingluan?"

“………”

Feng Wuwu had already been exhausted by the toss, and turned over and fell into a deep sleep.

Inside the monk's dormitory, the candlelight trembled in the wind like a ghostly fire.

Outside the monk's house, Baili Heze looked intently at the sleeping Feng Wuwu on the couch through the half-hidden window, and the soft light appeared in the dark eyes.

"Master, are you going to report to the official?"

Chu Qi asked, but in his heart he hoped that Baili Heze could let the phoenix go without worry.

Since Feng Wuwu blocked an arrow for Chu Qi, Chu Qi's attitude towards her has changed greatly.

"When she wakes up and leaves, I'll report to the official."

Baili Heze looked deeply at Feng Wuwu, who was sleeping very poorly, and the whole person was almost across Qingluan's body, and he suddenly felt a little funny.

In all fairness, Feng Wuwu really doesn't look like a woman.

Scoundrels and grotesque behavior.

But for some reason, Feng Wuwu's sentence "a little tired" was like a sharp sword, and it suddenly stabbed Baili Heze's cold heart into a hornet's nest.

Everyone in the world thought that he was a hermit who had no quarrel with the world, and even Feng Wuwu saw him for the first time, and felt that he was outside the red dust, and he was as light as a chrysanthemum.

Only Baili Heze knew that under his tranquil appearance, there was a black heart that was mottled by hatred.

For six years, Baili Haze has been living in darkness. In order to defeat Jun Moran, he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and every time he was so tired that he couldn't do it anymore, he even wanted to die.

Now, he watched a flexible and strong woman, who was tortured to the point of breathlessness, and suddenly felt a little empathy.

If there was no hatred, he might have liked her.

It's a pity that creation makes people.

After Nirvana, he had nothing but revenge.

Love, too extravagant, too dangerous.

"Let's go."

Baili Heze retracted his gaze and turned to hide in the dark night.

In the monk's dormitory, Feng Wuwu suddenly opened his eyes.

Her cold and sharp eyes were staring at the half-hidden window, and the silver needle in her sleeve was ready to go.

She originally thought that Baili Heze was used to doing things that fell into the well, and she would definitely order her subordinates to report to the official overnight, slandering her for killing the monks in the temple with extremely cruel means, but she never thought that Baili Heze seemed to intend to let her go.

"What a weirdo."

Realizing that Baili Heze had left, Feng Wuwu muttered, and in the blink of an eye, he threw him out of the clouds, and forgot all about his sudden visit.