After two months of Xuanjing, Ying Qicai finally decided to go to Guoqing Temple.

The Guoqing Temple in autumn is another scene, the withered yellow leaves are falling in a fluttering manner, which makes the little novice who sweeps the floor sigh.

Xuan Jing looked at the sunset in the sky, turned around and went back to the room.

As soon as he entered the door, he was greeted by the long-lost fragrance, his eyes lowered, his Adam's apple rolled gently, and his heart was a little happy.

"Why don't you show up?"

In a flash, a charming woman appeared next to the desk.

Xuanjing's expression was cold, and he walked to the side of the desk and picked up the bamboo bone fan and handed it to her: "Let's go, you don't have to come again in the future." ”

Ying Qisu held the bamboo bone fan in his hand and said with a smile: "I said why I couldn't find this fan, it turned out that it was stolen by you." ”

Xuanjing's eyes were a little annoyed, but he stopped talking.

He just sat in front of the desk and grinded, ready to copy the scriptures.

"Monk, you are really a stone." With a long sigh, he sat down beside him, looking at him with sparkling eyes.

Xuan Jing sneered: "Even if it is a stone, you don't have to think about the poor monk like this." ”

Listening to his words, Ying Qi's eyebrows frowned, Xuanjing was also cold to her in the past, but he never called himself a poor monk, that day he said hurtful, and the person who was angry should be her!

Although Xuan Jing never stopped writing, he kept paying attention to her, seeing that she was silent for a long time, he actually pinned his face to the side with some anger, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise slightly, but when he thought of the scene he saw in front of her house that day, his heart seemed to be knocked hard.

"What do you want from me, monk?" Maki Qi glared at him sullenly, he had never met such a difficult person.

Xuanjing's thin lips hooked up a hint of sneer, and said slowly: "Shemales have different paths, you better go to your beloved." ”

Ying Qi laughed angrily in an instant, she supported her chin with her palm, and whispered: "Monk, isn't my beloved you?" ”

"You'd better go find that purple microstar." Xuanjing's hand holding the pen paused slightly, and then said after a moment.

Ying Qi faintly heard the words, she couldn't help but chuckle, could it be that the monk is jealous? Because of her marriage contract with Qin Yi? Thinking of this, she stood up, sighed, and pretended to be sad: "Well, since you insist on pushing me out, then I won't come to disturb you in the future." ”

As soon as Xuan Jing heard this, his whole heart seemed to be slashed by a blunt knife, and even the fingertips that were holding the brush were faintly white due to excessive force.

Ying Qi lowered his eyebrows, his eyes caught a glimpse of his strange appearance, and the smile on his face was almost uncontrollable.

She put the bamboo bone fan on the table and sighed softly: "Monk, you and I have no fate, leave this fan to you, anyway, you painted it for me in your previous life, since you don't want me, it's not interesting for me to keep it." After that, before Xuanjing could react, she had already shook her body and left.

Xuan Jing's eyes stared at the bamboo bone fan on the desk with a daze, it turned out that this was actually painted for her in his previous life?

What was he like then, he must have been in harmony with her, otherwise why would she be thinking of him? For a while, a strong disgust for himself in his previous life rose in his heart, and he couldn't understand what it was called, but when he thought of her being with himself in his previous life, he felt uncomfortable for a while.

Xuan Jing's eyes overflowed with a little coldness, and her thin lips hooked up a wry smile, but she would never come to him again, this was obviously what he expected, but there was no joy in her heart.

In his eyes, the scriptures in front of him gradually turned into a picture of a beautiful woman sleeping soundly on the bamboo bone fan.

He put down the pen heavily, but suddenly there was a woman's laughter in his ears.

Xuan Jing looked back suddenly, and a white light flowed from her fingertips and slashed towards the place where the laughter came from, but she saw that she who was supposed to leave appeared, and her eyebrows were full of smiles.

Ying Qi narrowly avoided his attack, and the corners of his lips pursed: "Monk, you are really ruthless!" ”

When Xuan Jing saw that it was her who also regretted Fang Cai's move, his eyes were full of melancholy, and he could see that she was dexterously dodging, he slowly put his hands behind his back, and frowned: "Aren't you leaving?" ”

Ying Qi looked at him with a smile and said in an ambiguous tone: "If I really leave, I'm afraid you will die of sadness." ”

Xuan Jing snorted coldly: "Self-inflicted!" Although he was still so cold, his voice was faintly soft.

Seeing that he was straight, Ying Qi laughed secretly in his heart, and boldly stepped forward to wrap his waist around him from behind, and gently pressed his cheek against his back, Xuanjing stiffened, raised his hand, but finally did not push her away.

Ying Qi said softly: "Monk, if I am really injured, you will feel distressed, right?" ”

Xuan Jing lowered her eyes and was silent, but in her heart she was asking herself if she would be hurt? She is an old goblin with 3,000 years of Taoism, who can hurt her? But what would happen to him if she was really hurt...... He didn't dare to think that for the first time in his life, he didn't know the answer in his heart.

"Monk, I really like you."

Do you like it? What does it really feel like to be liked?

He let her hold her for a long time, he opened his mouth, and finally whispered out a sentence, "On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I went to look for you." ”

Ying Qi was a little surprised, she never knew that he had gone to find her, could it be that he pounced?

"You got into Prince Sheng's carriage and left." He watched her put her hand on Qin Yi's palm, and the smile on her face was exactly the same as when she was to him, and his heart felt like it had been stabbed by thousands of needles.

Xuan Jing gently removed her hand around his waist, and continued to whisper: "That day, I said hurtful words and made you sad to leave, and then I asked that Dao Tong to find out that he became like that because of the medicine on Wan Anling, I carefully checked his injuries, only to find that the medicine was a kind of witchcraft, and I misunderstood you." ”

Ying Qi's eyes looked at him with a daze, this was the first time Xuan Jing had talked so much to her.

Xuan Jing slowly turned around: "I know that after I misunderstood you, I wanted to come to the door to make amends to you in person, just to return the bamboo bone fan you left behind to its original owner." ”

He admitted that he hadn't seen her come to him for a long time, and he couldn't help but feel a little lost in his heart, just because the fan she left behind gave him a reason to come to her, but what he could see was that she was as close as Qin Yi.

"I ......"

"You keep saying that you like me, but you still have a marriage contract with Qin Yi, how can I believe you?" The corners of Xuanjing's lips overflowed with a trace of bitterness, and he said softly, "I still say the same thing, shemales have different paths, if you are still willing, come to me again in the next life." ”

In the next life, maybe he is no longer him, but it is a good thing for her.

The Buddha crossed the world, but he could not cross him alone.

He and her are not all the way, don't say that shemales have different paths, there is the entire Buddha realm and the demon realm between him and her.

"Let's go, don't come again." Xuan Jing finished the last sentence with difficulty, and almost used up all his strength.