The most central part of the island in the middle of the lake should be like a fairyland on earth, the center is a pavilion built with a hollow technique, the eaves flow pavilion, finely carved, the dougong cornices, light and graceful, elegant but unassuming, the pavilion is surrounded by a corridor made of white jade platform, surrounded by rose-colored peach blossoms, blooming very gratifyingly, even if it is in such weather.

Qin Mu thought viciously, the pavilion on this island in the middle of the lake was probably the head of the Sikong Mansion who specialized in cultivating it to please his concubine.

The sweet smell in the air became stronger and stronger, as if it came from this peach blossom.

Sikong Wenzheng's back was very miserable, the thorny woods made his already tattered clothes and pants even more tattered, and there was even a leaf on his head, but he stood straight and motionless, his eyes were all focused on the woman in white on the pavilion, and he screamed "ahhhhhh

On the white jade cloister sat an old monk wearing a monk's robe that could no longer see the color, wearing a red robe, the old monk meditated and chanted to the woman in white, and the scriptures recited from his mouth appeared in golden Sanskrit the size of a tofu block, and these Sanskrit words attacked the woman in white as if consciously, however, there was a trace of ripples on the pavilion, as if there was a water curtain, and it was stubbornly blocked between the woman in white and the pavilion.

Qin Mu looked at the monk enviously, he knew that the golden Sanskrit text spit out of the monk's mouth was not a simple scripture, but a kind of charm, but he was different from Qin Mu in that the people were instantaneous or voice-controlled, and the Qin officials had to rely on the judge's pen, and it was quite spiritual power.

Qin Mu watched the old monk's golden Sanskrit words smash towards the attic one by one as if they didn't want money, and the water curtain in front of the attic had many ripples, as if they would be shattered at any time. It feels like an assault gun, and the water curtain is a bit similar to Chonghua's impregnable soup.

Qin Mu remembered that Xiao Qi said that the last wave to come here was a monk, because Qin Mu met the corpse of a monk on the way, so he preconceived that the monk was the last wave to come here.

But now it seems that it is not, although the old monk looks a little tired, but it does not disturb his singing voice at all, if it is according to Xiao Qi, this old monk has been here, but it has been three months.

After three months of continuous attacks, this old monk can still sit there in peace, and the cost of spiritual power alone is enough to choke.

The woman in white frowned, her eyes looked at Sikong Wenzheng, but she couldn't tell whether she was looking at Sikong Wenzheng or Qin Mu who was looking at the cat behind him. Her gaze was eternal, as if it had spanned thousands of years.

I heard her say leisurely: "You're back." ”

Sikong Wenzheng said "ahhhh

Qin Mu wondered if this guy could not have accidentally choked on a hair that fell off the water monkey when he had just crossed the water, and when he thought about it, he remembered the things floating on the stinky ditch, and Qin Mu felt that his stomach was twitching.

Sikong Wenzheng "ah" for a long time before he spit out a trace of sound, but this voice no longer seems normal, as if he was being choked by the neck, to put it ugly, Sikong Wenzheng's voice is like the old eunuch in the deep palace.

"I ...... I'm back......" Sikong Wenzheng spat out these words, panting with exhaustion, as if he had worked hard.

When Qin Mu heard this, he was happy, what are you two doing? It's like a husband coming home from work and his wife cooking at home, wait, wife?

Qin Mu squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the woman in white in front of her, her white clothes were a bit of the taste of the little dragon girl in the antique costume drama, and even her long hair was tied with a white hairband like the ancients.

After taking a closer look at the other party's face, Qin Mu couldn't tell where he had seen it, he was a little familiar, and he was relieved when he thought about it, maybe this girl was a little similar to which movie star, and she had watched a lot of TV with Xiaobai in recent months, and it was normal for her to be familiar.

Looking at it, this girl suddenly grinned at Qin Mu, and as soon as this smile appeared, Qin Mu suddenly understood why Sikong Wenzheng was so fascinated, and she was clearly a beauty.

Classical beauties, old men like Sikong Wenzheng should like it very much, even after they die and leave.

Sikong Wenzheng moved again, and jumped towards the attic where the beauty was, Qin Mu was puzzled, he saw him jumping by the lake from the beginning, didn't he walk well before? Why do you only jump now, is it because you walked too fast before and gave your foot to Wei?

It's no wonder that Qin Mu wants to be so mischievous, the guy who walked so fast in the downtown before, Zhao Laoshi couldn't catch up with him with an electric car, and he turned Qin Mu upside down.

It's just that he didn't jump a few times, and the old monk next to him, who had been meditating and chanting with his eyes closed, suddenly stretched out a hand and waved it casually, and there seemed to be a strange air flow in the air.

That's really flying, I've fought against Sikong Wenzheng before, and I know that the strength of this guy is not small, and the old monk just waved his hand like this, and Sikong Wenzheng flew out like a cannonball.

Qin Mu couldn't hold back, "Damn, qigong!" With a little envy in his words, Chonghua didn't teach him this back then, he taught him to practice his voice, every man had a martial arts dream when he was young, I have to say that Jin Yong Gulong has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but Chonghua is obviously maverick.

The old monk stopped chanting, and the water curtain in front of the pavilion with those golden Sanskrit words submerged into the pavilion, as if something had reached a critical point, and the quantitative change finally caused a qualitative change, and the water curtain swayed slightly, and a small crack spread out from the place where it sang, radiating like a spider's web, no matter how stupid Qin Mu was, he could see that the defense was broken.

The old monk opened his eyes, looked in the direction of Qin Mu, and shouted: "Amitabha, thank you for the donor." ”

Qin Mu was inexplicable, looking at the old monk's eyes a little strange, what did he just do?

The woman in white in the attic spit out a mouthful of blood when the water curtain disappeared, and looked at Qin Mu's gaze and suddenly felt a little resentful, Qin Mu felt it even if she had her back to her, and her heart was even more puzzled, saying that this old monk broke your defense, and it wasn't me, why did you look at me so fiercely?