After the master left, he saw a white paper with a signature on the leveled table, leaving a white paper with a signature flying in the wind, Mu Chujin took it with his hand, stared at it, and saw that the faint ink was stained with two lines of handwriting: it has opened to the extravagant flowers, and the marriage flowers happened to be met in the forest; The phoenix is a mortal thing, and it has been in the blue sky all the time.

The rhinestone-like eyes turned, and the streamer swayed under the eyes.

"Childe, what did the master write?" Xiaolan asked curiously, unconsciously tucking the marriage signature with her own marriage into her sleeve, with a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth.

The young man in purple smiled slightly, and there was a little uninhibited in his eyes, my life is up to me, hum! Marriage! Joke! I, Mu Chujin, never believe it! I can believe in the arrangement of fate, but I don't believe in the longevity of love!

The corners of his sandalwood lips hooked, the glow swept over the eyeshadow, the young man rubbed the paper into his palm, crumpled it into a ball, and was still on the ground, flicked his robe, and ordered the person behind him: "Xiaolan, pack up your things and wait for me in the carriage." ”

"Yes, Childe." Xiaolan glanced at the crumpled paper ball on the ground and retreated quietly.

Mu Chujin stared at the empty bamboo chair by the stall, a trace of confusion appeared in his eyebrows, and then his eyebrows spread, and suddenly he thought, living in the present, why should he think about the future?

Under the warm sunshine, the young man smiled, shook his fan, and walked out of the Buddhist hall in a chic manner.

In the temple, there is still smoke and a flow of people.

A gust of wind blew, blowing the young man's sideburns, the flying hair covered the silver mask, revealing only half of the handsome side face, a bright purple clothes streamer, a fan in his hand, graceful and suave.

Mu Chujin raised her feet and just stepped out of the threshold, the purple sleeved robe was pulled by a small hand, she frowned slightly, followed the white and tender little hand, her eyes slowly moved up, a pair of big watery eyes suddenly came into view, black and black, dripping and turning, the elf was weird, and the immature little face was wrinkled.

"Beautiful brother, can you take me to my mother?" The delicate voice and the baby's fat cheeks are as cute as peaches.

Pretty brother?

Mu Chujin frowned lightly, what an awkward title? She shook her sleeves impatiently, trying to shake off the little hand, but the white and tender little hand stuck to it like a marshmallow, and she just didn't let go.

Looking at those watery eyes, Mu Chujin persuaded: "I don't have time, boy, you go find someone else!" The cold tone was a little impatient, Xiaolan was still waiting for her outside, if she was late, she would be worried, how could she have time to entangle with this little ghost?

was rejected by the beautiful brother, the immature little face suddenly collapsed, turned into a deflated ball, flattened his mouth, and begged: "Beautiful brother, my mother asked me to go to the backyard of the temple to find her, but I don't know the way, please, take me there?" The sweet voice trembled slightly, and the black eyes were full of tears, and he was sobbing and crying while wiping his tears with the back of his hand.

The temple shrouded in incense mist, there are many people who worship Buddha and burn incense, and the crying of children soon attracted the attention of many people. Looking at that young man's appearance, how could he still bully a seven or eight-year-old child! Is...... Alas......

Amitabha, good, good......

My Buddha is merciful, and I would like to bless that child to get through the difficulties, punish the strong and eliminate the evil, especially the flowery boy in front of him!!

Brush Brush Brush –

Dozens of condemning gazes swept over fiercely, piercing the purple-clothed young man's body like an awl, staring at her uncomfortably.

Ling Chi of the gaze! Brat! You're ruthless!

Mu Chujin glared at the child fiercely, and found that a triumphant smile crossed his immature little face.

Hee-hee-hee-pretty brother, you're going to take me!

The watery eyes seemed to be able to speak, and turned into a shallow crescent moon.

Of course!

Mu Chujian's teeth and bones gurgled, and he replied with his eyes, and the seven orifices of anger smoked.

Suddenly, rhinestone's eyes bent, with a gentle smile, she paced gracefully, walked towards the child, leaned down, smiled at the little ghost, raised her hand and pinched her pink cheek, and said softly: "Little brother, my brother will take you to find your mother, good, don't cry......"

What a warm picture!

The pedestrians who stopped around suddenly realized that they were wrong to blame that young man just now, and he didn't look like a bad person!

Everyone was overjoyed and left with a smile, leaving behind a sigh of admiration.

But passers-by missed an important link, that is, two red marks on the little face pinched by the slender white fingers, and the child grinned in pain.

"Beautiful brother, are you here to yin?" The child blushed and angrily accused.

Mu Chujin smiled lightly, touched his forehead with a fan, and said proudly: "I call it the way to govern others with their own bodies!" He raised his eyebrows and continued to preach: "If you play tricks like this again and meet bad people, be careful to kill you!" ”

The watery eyes shrank, and the child trembled in fear: "Brother is so bad!" Lie to me! Woo-woo-"

Smack-

As soon as the green bamboo splashed the ink fan, Mu Chujin turned around in a chic manner and walked straight to the front.

The watery eyes rolled, and the child hurriedly shouted: "Beautiful brother, do you not speak?" "The little hands rubbed impatiently, and the palm-sized little face wrinkled, what should I do? If my pretty brother doesn't take me to the backyard, I'll be scolded to death!

"Why don't you catch up, little ghost?" In the distance, Mu Chujin slowed down slightly and shouted at the little ghost.

Hearing the call of the beautiful brother, the white and tender little face was overjoyed, and a pair of little short legs ran excitedly on the ground.

Beautiful brother, although he is cold on the surface, his heart is very soft, and Brother Nalan is right.

Watery eyes stared at the long purple shadow in front of him, the corners of his mouth bent, revealing a row of thin teeth, and the little ghost followed Mu Chujin and ran towards the backyard of the temple.

The backyard is quiet and remote.

The emerald green sycamore leaves rattled, and a few gray birds chirped in the treetops, bringing a gust of fresh breeze.

Mu Chujin raised his head and glanced at the plaque on the door of the vermilion lacquer courtyard, only to see the bronzing seal dyed with two words "wet dust".

The young man shook the fan and thought slightly, wet dust? How many people can wash away all the red dust in the world, forget themselves, and get rid of the worldly things? Maybe for the rest of his life, he will not have a chance with me, and how can he get out of the mud and not be stained in the deep world? Not even the Master of Emptiness can do it! Smiling slightly, he stepped forward in his robe.

The little ghost behind him looked confused, his watery eyes stared at the door plaque without blinking, racking his brains, and he couldn't see the reason, and finally, he shrugged his head and entered the courtyard door, but the two short and thick eyebrows were erect, I don't know why, Brother Nalan and the beautiful brother both liked this door plaque, glanced at it again and again, the eyes were bright and bright, and they couldn't wait to take it home!