Mr. Ziwu's eyes at this time can be called "tender like water". Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Yang Muqing's gaze involuntarily turned to midair.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, this glance at the past, the two people who thought they were well-informed were stunned.

There's something in the air.

Compared with all the demons and monsters they had seen before, the description was not bad and embarrassing, but it was a little weird.

It has no entity, only a faint phantory shadow, so virtual that it is thinner than the smoke floating in the air, as if as long as the sleeve is gently flicked, it will disappear without a trace, there is no trace, if you carefully distinguish, you can see that it is a human figure made of pure white tea petals, you can barely see where is the head, where is the hand, where is the foot, because each petal is complete, can not be processed with some details, so the overall look is very freehand.

This reminded Yang Muqing of a certain TV series, after Nezha returned his flesh and blood to his biological parents, Jiang Ziya deposited the lotus root man for his soul, which is similar to this.

Shockingly, the petal man's "head" nodded slightly.

If this is the "garden", I am afraid that it is a gray existence between humans and ghosts.

Bodhizi frowned imperceptibly, the expression on his face was a little unnatural, the handwritten letter left by the ancestor did not mention a woman called "Yuan Yuan", and even the introduction of the entire camellia source was very vague, and the whole article was a nymphomaniac towards Mr. Ziwu.

Back then, there seemed to be some indescribable entanglements between Mr. Ziwu, Yin Jian, and Yuan Yuan......

However, judging from Mr. Ziwu's current tone of mentioning Yin Jian, the role he plays is relatively humble, and he can't even stand the edge of a "third party", Yin Jian has a discerning eye for Mr. Ziwu, but Mr. Ziwu has never taken him seriously.

So much so, except for some sighs, I can't even see half a point of embarrassment when I mourn.

Yin Jian, a big lover, has to add a premise of "unrequited love" to the role setting, although it is a little useless, but it is not aggrieved, after all, it is difficult to find a second character like Mr. Ziwu in the world.

Although Yuan Yuan doesn't know where it is sacred, it seems that he is a person who loves Mr. Ziwu, so it is no wonder that Yin Jian refused to give her even a word.

This ancestor is small enough, Bodhi Zi secretly slandered himself.

First, it's better not to want to see each other, so that you don't fall in love.

Second, it's better not to know each other, so that you don't love each other.

Thirdly, it is better not to be accompanied, so that you do not owe each other.

Fourth, it is better not to cherish each other, so that you can not remember each other.

This is Mr. Yin Jianzhi Yu Ziwu.

Yin Jian refused to forget him, but because of this, he could no longer find a way to say goodbye when he came.

Fifth, it's best not to love each other, so that you don't abandon each other.

Sixth, it is better not to be relative, so that we can not meet.

Seventh, it is better not to be wrong, so that there is no loss.

Eighth, it is better not to allow each other, so that there can be no continuity.

Ninth, it is better not to depend on each other, so that they can not be together.

Tenth, it is better not to meet, so that we can not meet.

This is Mr. Ziwu's garden.

Although Yuan Yuan is no longer a human or a ghost, although Mr. Ziwu is difficult to distinguish between good and evil, and even from the current situation, it can be inferred that they have experienced a lot of twists and turns before, but the unique tacit understanding between people who love each other cannot deceive people.

Bodhizi suddenly felt a little sympathy for the boundless and kind old man in his distant memory.

"You are Yin Jian's descendants, since you are here, it means that you have your own arrangements in the dark, loosen the ties, come in and sit."

Such words of hospitality came out of Mr. Meridian's mouth without enthusiasm at all, and it was so cold that he could throw out a handful of ice slag.

Seeing him step into the veil, the black-clothed people standing on both sides seemed to come back to life, as if they had been relieved of the invisible pressure, and even a stiff smile appeared on their tense faces.

But Bodhi Zi can conclude that they still look at themselves with flower fertilizer, and they have nothing to do with the "distinguished guest" anyway.

Are they sure that Mr. Ziwu will not let go of the pair of masters and apprentices in the end, or is there another reason?

"What should I do?"

When going up the steps, Yang Muqing touched Bodhizi's shoulder.

"How do I know? Take it one step at a time. ”

Bodhizi stared absentmindedly at the moss on the steps, and said that this bluestone slab with this wild purple flower was really wonderful.

"Can I quit the sect when I go back?"

Yang Muqing is thinking about this issue very seriously.

The upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, Bodhi Zi is like this, Yin Jian is like that, the Bodhi Zi master who has never met in the middle sounds like an unlucky person, he doesn't think it's a good thing to worship Bodhi Zi as a teacher, and now he doesn't have the slightest honor, this "Wuyi Gate" may not be called this name at all, it should be called "rabble" instead, if it weren't for his own ability to be quite powerful, it is estimated that he would have self-destructed.

The number of steps was several times longer than they could see, and when they entered the veil, Mr. Ziwu was already making tea and waiting for them.

The petal man "Yuan Yuan", which had originally stopped in the air outside the veil, had already entered the pavilion one step ahead of them and stopped in the open space behind Mr. Ziwu.

There were also a few attendants in the veil, all blindfolded with strips of cloth.

How can you serve people when you are covered with cloth? Bodhizi thinks that rich people are really extravagant and wasteful, and they are completely brainless.

"If an old man comes, wait outside."

Mr. Ziwu's slender white jade-like fingers picked up a small celadon cup with a pale blue tea petal floating on it, and took a sip gently.

Yang Muqing raised his head slightly, and found that the waiters were a little reluctant to withdraw, did they worry about the two of them, or ......

When Mr. Ziwu drank a small cup of tea, there were finally only the three of them left in the curtain.

"Actually, I've been waiting for you for a long time."