Feng poured his heart to Si Beimen for a long vacation.

She left Linanfu, quietly, riding away alone in the moonlight, among the trees, the fine moonlight mottled, slowly crossing on her.

Whether she is evasive or cowardly, she must leave him, she is afraid that one day, she will have to give up on him.

Give up on him because of hate.

These days, Feng is faintly uneasy in his heart, Wang Jianping's words are still in his ears, and the hearts and minds of unintentional people are ......

Why did Chen Zixi do everything possible to get that knife, could it be that it was instructed by Forget Chen, and did Forget Chen know from beginning to end that she was a living dead with no life and no heart?

Feng closed her eyes and took her thoughts back, she didn't dare to imagine it.

She sighed, slapped her horse, and galloped out of the woods in the moonlight.

It was another night. Until the pale pink morning mist slowly rose from the sky, opening the dark canopy of hell in all directions.

The sunlight shines down through the clouds, and a ray of glow in the green mountains and clear water envelops the green mountains and wild horses and the departed people, soothing the hearts that have been scattered in the lonely and lonely journey.

Feng poured his legs between the horse's belly after driving all night, and saw in front of him from a distance, with wine flags waving and fireworks curling, and a small wine shop appeared on the side of the road with green trees and green onions.

She whipped the horse, and the horse galloped to the door of the wine shop in an instant, she turned over and dismounted, and Xiao Er had already taken the horse rope and tied the horse for her.

Feng poured his heart open the screen door of the wine shop, and wanted to relieve his fatigue, but he didn't want to suddenly feel tight.

At this time, it was the time of dawn, and there were not many people resting here, only one person was wearing a white shirt and eating morning food, but Feng Qian couldn't help but be frightened.

Wang Jianping raised his eyes to look at her, smiled at her slightly, and was as calm and kind as a fairy with fairy wind and bones: "Feng Zhutou, you and I have met again, it's really fateful." ”

Feng poured down the curtain and turned to leave, but was stopped by Wang Jianping: "Is Feng Zhutou avoiding me?" ”

Her steps stopped, her hands clenched tightly, and she had a faint feeling in her heart that there was something or a secret that might be revealed from him.

Or maybe that's what he's here for.

"Why should I hide from the layman, could it be that the layman is waiting for me here, do you want to tell me any secret?" Feng poured his heart into the wine shop, looked into his eyes, and asked directly.

Rather than being tempted and used, it is better for her to ask directly and dominate all this.

Wang Jianping really didn't expect Feng Tianxin to ask such a question, first stunned, and then slowly smiled, and the traces of time in the corners of his eyes were also piled up with laughter, which was quite old-fashioned.

"There are no so-called secrets in this world, it's just that everyone is used to wearing some masks that are true and false, and doing some things to cover their ears and steal bells."

"What about you, do you have a mask or not?" Feng leaned to his side, slowly sat opposite him in a blue gauze skirt, and smiled brightly: "It has been five days since I left Linan, and I remember that three days ago, the Fuliu Jushi wanted to pass the dragon tongue knife to Linglang Wang Muzhi, how could he be a hundred miles away from Linan, and be on the same road as Zaixia?" ”

Wang Jianping was not annoyed, took a deep look and asked, "The girl really doesn't know?" ”

"Should I know?" Feng asked rhetorically.

Wang Jianping's expression gradually became gloomy, his eyes were gloomy, and he said coldly: "Just half an hour after Miss Feng left, my wife Qingyue died in the west courtyard where you collapsed, and the whereabouts of the dragon tongue knife stolen in her hand are also unknown, my son Muzhi is also heartbroken and nowhere to be found, my Wang family can be regarded as a broken family now!" ”

Feng Tianxin was really shocked, she didn't expect that after she left, such a big event happened to the Wang family!

Wang Jianping looked at her with doubts, and said in a cold voice: "Miss Feng, can't you imagine who did this?" ”

Feng poured his eyes and hooked his lips and said, "Chen Zixi." ”

"In the final analysis, all of this is because of Miss Feng."

Wang Jianping stared at her for a moment, his eyes flashed with essence, and he said in a deep voice: "Miss Feng is a smart person, you don't need me to speak thoroughly, right?" ”

The corners of Feng Tianxin's lips bloomed upward, and he reached out to touch his heart, there was no sound there, a heartless person?

The sneer at the corner of his lips gradually turned into sarcasm, and he turned his hand and raised his hand to brush down the hair that had just been put up, hanging it down on his shoulders, hooking his lips and sneering: "Fuliu Jushi said that he laughed, does this matter really have nothing to do with you?" ”

Wang Jianping was stunned for a moment, Feng Qian put his hand on the table, leaned towards him and said, "Isn't all this acquiesced to by the Monk Liu?" Otherwise, why didn't she stay in her east courtyard well, and Shen Geng died in the west courtyard in the middle of the night, still holding the dragon tongue knife that was stolen so easily? ”

The two looked at each other for a moment, Wang Jianping suddenly laughed, looked at Feng Qian with appreciation, and said: "Sure enough, she is worthy of being the first female catcher in Linan, and she is really smart." ”

"Not really." Feng tilted his eyes and said, "For example, what the layman is thinking, I don't know at this time. ”

"You'll know." Wang Jianping picked up the bowl and swallowed the last mouthful of porridge, wiped his mouth and said, "Miss Feng is walking with me, don't you know?" ”

"The Tao is different, the temple is close, I go far, I'm afraid I can't go together."

"Really?" Wang Jianping raised his eyes to look at her, his inky black eyes were like torches, and said, "There are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, maybe Miss Feng is going to the temple to hide from the rain?" ”

"Joke, this cloud is light and breezy ......"

"Boom, boom!"

There was a deafening thunder, as if the scorching thunder exploded on the head, and the light wind on the head suddenly collapsed, and it shook violently twice before it was occupied by the black clouds.

Feng looked at him nervously, unable to say anything for a while, but felt that his body trembled slightly, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be gradually cold.

Wang Jianping laughed, looked at her and said softly: "I said that there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky......

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The wind is rising all the way, the black clouds are rolling, and it seems that this day is full of wind and rain posture.

Feng leaned into looking at Wang Jianping, who was riding a horse beside him, and didn't think of the question she asked him before leaving.

"What is the use of the blood of a heartless man?"

Wang Jianping smiled lightly, but he only said for a long time: "Master Xuanji of Hualong Temple may know the mystery. ”

As a result, this one had to go.

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Lightning bolts pierced the rolling sky like an axe, and a heavy rain was coming.

The two rode together on horseback and galloped towards Hualong Temple.

Along the way, there was an endless stream of pilgrims entering the temple to worship, and the two dismounted at the mountain gate, and they followed the flow of people along the steps towards the mountain.

Hualong Temple is an ancient temple, backed by the remaining veins of the high mountains, surrounded by peaks. The ancient trees outside the temple are towering to the sky, covering the temple, and the monk tower in the temple is like a forest, and the bamboo is cultivated into a forest.

When Wang Jianping stepped through the temple gate, a little novice recognized him, hurriedly saluted him, and said with a smile: "The monk is back." ”

Wang Jianping smiled at him, and walked to the backyard of the temple with a familiar car, Feng Tianxin followed behind him only felt weird, except for the front yard of the Daxiong Treasure Hall there were pilgrims to worship, the rest of the courtyard was closed, and the road added a bit of weird feeling.

The two of them walked through a corridor of the main hall and walked back, but Feng Qianxin stopped, looked up at the door of the main hall, and saw that the meditation hall was written in vermilion characters.

Suddenly, the closed door creaked open, which really shocked Feng's heart, and when he looked up, there were five monks sitting inside.

Except for a sturdy white-bearded old monk sitting in the middle, the four slightly younger monks on the side all had beards and evil faces.

Although the Buddhists also have angry eyes, even if these four people are bald monks, they do not have the image of Buddhist compassion, but they make her think of the bandit leader who suddenly sprang out of the wasteland for no reason.

Wang Jianping had no choice but to pause, glanced at Feng Qianxin unhappily, bowed to the person sitting in the hall, and said, "I heard that the abbot is good." ”

Abbot? That shrewd old man turned out to be the abbot?

Hearing that the abbot got up and saluted Wang Jianping, he said lightly: "It turns out that the monk Fuliu has returned." ”

Wang Jianping bowed his head slightly, and when he heard this, he raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Tianxin behind him, and asked with a calm face, "Who is this?" ”

Wang Jianping smiled lightly and said, "This girl is a guest I invited. ”

The abbot raised his leg and walked towards Feng, he took the lead in stepping out of the door, and the four disciples behind him then collapsed and scattered behind the abbot, just like the four Jianghu dart masters.

Wang Jianping subconsciously stood in front of Feng Tianxin, and immediately frowned when he heard it, he had no choice but to stagger his steps and completely expose Feng Tianxin under his eyes.

"Wonderful, wonderful!" Hearing the smile, he glanced at her carefully, and smiled with satisfaction, the smile made Feng Qian frown uncomfortably, only to feel that the pores all over his body stood upright.

"It's really a beautiful woman, like a depiction of a shaved figure, timid and shy of the clouds. How coquettish the move is. All kinds of customs surround the eyebrows, making people feel full of thoughts. ”

Hearing this, the abbot suddenly sighed, shook his head, and turned his head to walk towards the hall.

"What do you mean by that?"

Feng Qian's heart suddenly became angry, even if he was a monk, he should not ridicule others like this.

When she heard it, she was still sitting in the middle of the hall when she entered the hall, but the four monks who looked back like four bodyguards looked back at her and looked at her from head to toe, and one of them smiled and said: "The girl doesn't have to be angry, the master is a little bit of a trick about face-to-face, just say what you see in your eyes, and the girl should not be surprised." ”

Feng Qianxin's hand in his sleeve was clenched tightly, Wang Jianping hurriedly grabbed her, and saluted the four of them: "Amitabha, if there is something going on, don't bother." ”

"Layman, please."

Wang Jianping stretched out his hand and pulled Feng Tianxin to the back of the corridor, turned the corner door, Feng Tianxin broke free of him, and sneered: "This monastery is really peculiar, and the people are really unique, even the monks can speak lightly, and the attitude is so natural that it seems that it should be so, so that people can't tell whether he is the so-called proverbs and proverbs of the monks, or your so-called monks are indulgent by nature, and they are a prodigal son!" ”

"Why should Miss Feng be angry, the master just said a word, the girl can listen or not."