The next day, waking up from the noise outside, Xiao Qingjue couldn't help but collapse barefoot and pushed the door open, there was a cool humidity in the air, and there was a lively shouting sound below, and the extremely lazy temperament was also dispersed.

Wait until you get dressed and washed. Beckoning, someone came to spread the word, and the guests in the opposite room left early in the morning.

It seems to be expected, but after all, I was stunned in my heart.

Su Zhan left, and the close service fell on the stove smoke.

Xiao Qingyu couldn't help but sigh lowly, he has been with the Green Lantern Ancient Temple all the year round, and he doesn't like others to serve him closely, whether it is changing clothes and washing, or serving tea and pouring water.

But if the rich and noble can't enjoy such wealth, they will make people laugh.

The carriage gurgled and turned, obviously it was the same two people in the same carriage, and for some reason it always felt empty all of a sudden.

"How old are you?" Xiao Qingjue raised his eyes and looked at the guards standing next to him.

"Seventeen." Lu Yan looked at Xiao Qingyu's eyes seriously and replied respectfully.

"It's the same age." Xiao Qingyu paused and asked again. "Are you a shadow?"

The stove smoke nodded, and since then, there has been no word all the way.

Xiao Qingjue propped his head, lifted the curtain, looked at the scenery outside hula, and silently calculated the distance along the way, except for the sound of the carriage and the sound of refilling tea in the car, there was no extra sound.

It has been deliberately forgotten for a few days, and when Xiao Qingyu arrived at the National Temple, the nebulae were dim, the clouds were hanging low, and only a shallow wind blew through the hair on his forehead.

Someone went to report that Xiao Qingjue entered through the back door first.

The indoor lamp is slightly yellow, and a young beauty is kneeling on the ground, her eyebrows and eyes are thin, like a distant mountain.

There was a group of guards guarding the door.

The Holy Decree invited by the Queen Mother is also about to arrive.

Tomorrow, I have to go to see the mage, breathe, today by the beauty kneeling on the ground, tell in detail about the big and small things that happened in the head palace in the mirror and what interesting things happened to the people.

The beauty is called Huang, a leader of underground intelligence gathering, the most keen on gossip, and the best at scrutiny. The interesting things in her mouth are pinched by hand, from the first prince in Kyoto openly choosing a wife in the peach blossom abyss, to how many of them are the sons of the old king next door, to which monk in the temple has a more look at which pilgrim, all kinds of things are tireless.

In the shimmering light shadows, Xiao Qingjue's tea was already cold.

Huang Huang drank three pots and still refused to stop, she took the cup, took another sip, and then talked about how many people were in the national temple, what characteristics they had, their background, and who the imposters in the national temple had contact with, what words they had said, and what actions they had done.

Let's talk about the palace, the form of the palace, the competitors, the details of the major families, and the plan.

There was a bell in the national temple, and Huang Huang solemnly handed over a dozen books to Xiao Qingyu with a pair of heavy dark circles under his eyes, and then stepped out of the door with confidence.

Xiao Qingjue came back to a clearer head under the ringing of the bell, pushed open the door, looked at the sky outside, and heard someone report that the time for the abbot to worship the Buddha began.

Xiao Qingjue waited for a pen to make his makeup three points pale, and then walked out of the door with confidence. Lowering his eyes, the Buddha beads in his hand kept turning.

The winding path leads to the secluded place, and the flowers and trees in the meditation room are deep.

The road is quiet, every time he takes a step, looking at the front seems to be endless, Xiao Qingjue, who has not slept all night, can't help but turn a little pale.

"You're late again today." The abbot knelt in front of the Buddha, and his voice came to his ears empty and far.

"Teach in vain." Saying that, Xiao Qingyu knelt in the grass and began to worship the Buddha respectfully.

After a whole scripture of silence, the smell of fireworks in the temple began to loosen.

The abbot was a kind old man, seventy and two, and he was highly respected. The abbot of Tongguo Temple has a lot of relationship with the abbot of Tongguo Temple all the year round.

Xiao Qingyu is the abbot's nominal apprentice.

When the age is over, it goes.

Although she came here to cultivate her self-cultivation and recuperate from illness, the abbot really took her as an apprentice, and when she asked the abbot for advice every year, she would teach them one by one, and she was conscientious and unbiased.

In order to avoid long-term habits and show his feet, in the National Temple, Xiao Qingyu is still called Xuanrong.

It is very embarrassing that according to the age of the national temple, it should be the Mizi generation. This makes Xiao Qingyu the only one in the temple.

"Hey, Xuanzi generation, isn't that from the mage's generation?" Last year, a little monk raised his head and asked suspiciously.

"Empty space, don't mess around." Then this phrase of ten thousand essential oils became the only slogan of the explanation.

Well, all those who question are nonsense.

When he returned to the room again, Xiao Qingjue couldn't wait to fall asleep, and finally endured it, dipped his pen in ink, and slowly fell asleep.

After everything was arranged, Xiao Qingjue didn't take off his shoes and socks, threw himself on the bed, and explained to the people outside, and no one was allowed to disturb him.