The drizzle gently knocks on the bamboo leaves, and a few piles of green bamboo in the courtyard are baptized by this autumn rain, radiating a clear dark green luster. Gray clouds, bright flowers, accompanied by the murmuring of the stream not far away, pleasing to the ear and eyes, quiet and moving. Wu Yong raised his hand to release a carrier pigeon, and with a rub of his fingers, the note in his hand turned into powder and was blown away by the wind.

He turned around and looked at Jun Luo's eyes with some worry, the latter was also looking at him lying on the tatami mat, and when his eyes met, the woman smiled slightly, as if comforting.

Today is the third day, and Junluo can't hear it.

Yesterday they went to the Daocheng Temple, the abbot listened to Wuyong's description and immediately recognized that the king fell in the heart of the demon, first lost the five senses, and then entered the heart demon, even if the heavenly immortals descended to earth, they did not dare to say that they could come out of the heart demon; Wu Yong originally wanted to try to use the sentient fan to lure out the mind eater, but was stopped by Jun Luo, and the woman didn't say that he also knew that even if he succeeded in luring it out, it would just lead him to it.

Is there really no way?

A hand gently stroked his frowning brow, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he was already sitting next to Jun Luo. The woman in red smiled at him and made a lip shape: It's okay, I'm hard.

Wuyong held her hand, which was as cold as when he first checked her pulse, but Jun Luo didn't care, and his fingers were interlocked and clenched with him.

Was it just a letter from the villa?,Junluo asked. Wuyong nodded, and was just about to speak, thinking that she couldn't hear now, so he took a pen and paper to write: Ying Bubo asked me about the return date, I thought about it, you still have two days to get into the devil, and it is not suitable to be bumpy on the sea. In fact, I should have taken you back a long time ago, if I could have known what kind of evil curse you had earlier, there were some medicinal herbs that could be used in Penglai......

The pen was held down by the woman, and Wu Yong looked at it with some doubts, but Jun Luo just pressed the pen and shook his head. She took the man's hand and gently wrote a few words: listen to the piano to the rain and enjoy the flowers with the wind. She looked at Wuyong, pointed to the guqin hanging on the side, and her eyes were bright like a child waiting to eat candy.

"Playing the piano?" Wu Yong was a little surprised. Junluo nodded, stood up from the tatami mat, went to the wall and carefully removed the guqin, and placed it on the case. Wuyong didn't understand why she suddenly wanted to listen to the piano, and saw the woman in red turn around, the corners of her lips smiled a little stunned, her lips opened and closed slightly, and she called a name: Longquan.

A dragon's roar suddenly exploded in his ears, and the silver-blue light condensed in front of Jun Luo, turning into a dark blue long sword, the scabbard was pitch black, and there was a hidden blue light wandering away, like a dragon;

Four years later, Longquan was finally unsheathed.

On the boat, he once jokingly asked her, I don't know if I would be lucky enough to see the sword master's Longquan swordsmanship this time.

Now, she's dancing to him.

The drizzle was slightly cold, the long sword was like a rainbow, and the woman in red danced with a sword in the rain, stabbing and picking, slashing and cutting, flowing water, as if these sword moves were engraved in her bones, not like a person who had not used a sword for four years. In the sound of the rain, a low piano sounded, and the beat of the woman's sword dance, and the wind and rain, and the flowers and bamboos, and the two hearts in the hot and cold world.

The world is crowded. The wind is to the moon, the flowers are to the wine, you and I are to the red dust. It should be old, and the words are engraved into the soul.

Mutual affection. The mountains enter the water, the rain enters the lamp, and the affection enters the faint marks. Thinking that the world is short, this heart promises this person.

Sakura Garden.

When the samurai outside the door was napping, the door of the house was suddenly opened by the people inside, Sakura glanced at the samurai at the door, and said lightly: "Rumor Hanoi-sama, I want to go to Daocheng Temple." ”

"Sakurahime, you won't be able to go anywhere until this matter is settled. One of the samurai sarcastically made a gesture of please. Since Ichiro Fujita came over from Hanoi, the Sakura samurai who guarded it was replaced by the two of them, and Hanashi was also guarded alone. The woman glanced at the man and said again: "Tell Lord Hanoi, today is the day of my mother's death, and I will go to Daocheng Temple to chant sutras." ”

Xu was her tough attitude that angered the samurai, the samurai smiled contemptuously, and was about to draw his sword to threaten, but heard a sneer from the courtyard: "Why, Miss Genji still treats herself as a princess?" Fujita Ichiro approached with a sneer, looking at Sakura's eyes with hatred and resentment: "The emperor has ordered the crime of spreading rumors and disturbing the people's hearts, plus he has done things unfavorably in the past few times, the emperor is angry, and your father will be escorted back to Kyoto tomorrow." Your father was so favored when he was young, and now it's not a capital crime, and you are the Sakura Ji who was crowned at this time, and you still want to live nourishingly after killing Xiao Wu? I advise you to stop a little, and when you return to Kyoto, we will ...... slowly."

Sakura Ji knocked off the man's outstretched claws, and sneered slightly: "The coming day is long, let's fight slowly." ”

"Little hoof......" Fujita Ichiro glared angrily, his other hand was raised high, and the sharp palm wind sounded in his ears, Sakura closed his eyes, and his hands in his sleeves were tightly clenched together - "Fujita-sama!

The imaginary pain did not come, Sakura let out a sigh of relief, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Hanoi running over in a panic. Fujita Ichiro was quite unhappy, but Hanoi was a popular man in front of the emperor, and he didn't dare to attack, just wanted to explain a few sentences, but Hanoi walked straight to Sakura: "Sakurahime, are you okay?"

Sakura glanced at Fujita Ichiro and didn't answer, but said, "Lord Hanoi, today is my mother's death day, I used to go to Daocheng Temple to chant sutras, I don't know if adults can fulfill Sakura's matter?"

Miwako's death day is obviously April, what the hell is this person going to do? Fujita Ichiro was just about to speak, but saw Kawachi nodding like pounding garlic: "Naturally, the birth mother's death day should be chanting, when is Sakurahime going to leave?" For Fujita Ichiro's eyes, Hanoi chose to ignore it, and immediately began to arrange for people to follow after hearing Sakura say, 'Let's go now', and the two people who ordered the two were the imperial guards he brought, Fujita Ichiro was a little unsure whether this was to monitor Sakura or protect Sakura.

Sakura proposed to spend the night at the Daocheng Temple, and Hanoi agreed, arranged for a good person to give two more instructions, and then pulled Fujita Ichiro, who was black-faced, and left. Sakura watched Fujita Ichiro's back go away, sneered in her heart, and went to Daoseiji Temple with the two samurai.

There are always rabbits who like to play clever and dare to show off in front of tigers.

"Fujita-sama, Sakurahime is still a princess of the emperor's own title, how can you be so disrespectful?" Kawachi asked coldly. Fujita Ichiro laughed angrily: "Disrespectful, she killed my son, and I still have to respect her?"

"It's not Sakurahime who kills people, it's the fairy chief of Penglai. The case is closed. Seeing the man's shocked face, Hanochi sneered in his heart and continued: "Fujita Takeshi was disrespectful to Sakurahime first, and what the immortal chief did was really helpless, although he was killed by mistake, he should not be held accountable for his guilt. Remembering that Fujita Takeshi worked in Yinyangliao before his death, and his father was a pillar of the imperial court, he gave him a thousand taels of gold to comfort his father's worries. ”

"Bestow...... This passage was like a bolt from the blue, Fujita Ichiro looked at Hanoi with a blank gaze, and the latter just patted him on the shoulder and shook his head slightly: "Who made your son so bold that he provoked Sakurahime? That's the future female imperial ...... Fujita-sama is a person who understands, so I'll just say this, so let's mourn. ”

The tall man walked past him, but Fujita Ichiro looked ahead as if he had lost his soul.

No wonder, Hanoi favored Sakura like that from the beginning, it turns out that this Sakura Ji came here like this......

He loved money all his life, but he never thought that one day, he would get gold stained with his son's blood......

The man in the official uniform suddenly hid his face and laughed, and his face was full of tears.

Gen Hiiragi was shackled, and tomorrow he was taken away, and Genji's house was also seized, so Wuyong and Junluo rightfully received the eviction order. Jun Luo couldn't hear anything, just watched Wuyong talk to the person who came, and Wuyong was led by him when he said to go, and he didn't ask anything else, he was extremely well-behaved.

Genji's house is quite far from the town, and Junluo thought that he would take him to the town to settle down, but he didn't expect Wuyong to go to Daocheng Temple. That's right, although Penglai Golden Lotus is a monster, but after being subdued by Guanyin, it has quite Buddha nature, and the sentient beings who have no Yong cultivation fan originate from the power of Golden Lotus, and it is also slightly integrated with Buddhism.

However, this mind eater demon is in Jun Luo's body, and the pain in it is good or not to be depressed, only Jun Luo knows. She is not used to being helpless, it's just that Longquan's mental method can even suppress Gu poisonous resentment, but there is no way to take this evil curse, instead of doing useless work, it is better to leave some strength and wait for the inner demon. According to Qing Chi, this inner demon is trapped in the obsession in the heart and cannot be extricated, but as long as the obsession is broken, the inner demon is not to be feared.

The autumn rain has been pouring down for a long time, and when it is dusk, it is already cloudy and rainy, a few rays of slanting sun shine on the bluestone road up the mountain through the cascading leaves, and occasionally one or two birdsong breaks into the ears, warm and deep. The man in white led the woman in red on the road, his fingers clasped tightly, and he sometimes looked at each other and smiled, as if he had not only known each other for a month, but an old husband and wife who had been together for many years.

The monks of Daocheng Temple saw that Wuyong and the two were quite respectful, and after he explained his intention to the abbot, the abbot also agreed very happily, and instructed the disciples to clean up the two meditation rooms and come out.

"Master Abbot, Luoluo is injured, can you ......" The palm of his hand was pinched fiercely, Wuyong looked at Jun Luo and glared, smiled playfully, and continued: "Can you choose a quieter place, lest she have a curse attack and disturb you at that time." ”

"......" Jun Luo rolled his eyes silently in his heart. She gambled a penny, this thing was deliberately tricking her, and she thought that this was a serious person like kaolin ice and snow.

"The meditation rooms are all in the northwest of the temple, and the immortals can rest assured. The abbot smiled and replied. The little monk came back quickly, and he saluted and invited Junluo and the two of them to go, and Wuyong thanked the abbot again, and then led Junluo away.

The two of them quickly passed through the main hall, followed the little monk left and right, and turned into a small courtyard, where the doors of two rooms were open, which should be the two rooms prepared for them. The little monk saluted and retreated, Jun Luo was just about to enter the door, but was stopped by the person behind him, and buried his head in her hair, as if he said something, Jun Luo couldn't hear it, so he tilted his head slightly. Seeing that there was no response for a long time, the man couldn't help but chuckle, and scolded 'stupid' not only to himself but also to Junluo, who was temporarily deaf.

The woman frowned slightly: I guess you didn't have anything good to say just now.

In the past few days, the two of them have been good at lip reading, and Wu Yong smiled faintly, and tightened his arms a little: "I said, did you think I was going to ask the abbot for a room just now?"

A wave of heat rubbed against his face, and Jun Luo turned his head and replied with disdain with action. The man behind him seemed to be laughing, his chest shook, and before she could break free, Wu Yong pinched her chin and turned his face back: "The sword master blushes or something, it's just a matter of time." ”

Junluo raised his eyebrows, made a sword drawing movement with both hands, and smiled, full of amorous feelings: It depends on your ability.

With a slight pain in her chest, Wuyong smiled softly, letting go of her hand and letting her break free.

The sunset has retracted the last rays of afterglow, and night has come.