Murong stopped, turned his head to look at Qiu Ye deeply, Qiu Ye smiled faintly, "Since Miss Murong chose to come to the grassland instead of choosing to go to Dutian Peak, she has already made a decision to come to Buddhism." ”

After a pause, Akiba continued, "Since you have chosen, what about leaving?"

Murong's eyes fluctuated slightly, and she calmed down in an instant, she turned around and completely faced Qiu Ye, still very calm but also very serious: "Then what does Brother Qiu Ye mean?"

Akiba smiled, as if there were more smiles in one day today than in the past year, and said, "At this point, Buddhism should show some sincerity." ”

Murong said expressionlessly: "The sincerity of Buddhism has always been very strong. ”

Akiba shook his head and said, "Sincerity is action, not just words. ”

Murong was silent, and on his face, two eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"I hope to have the first one to visit the grassland in the next month. ”

Murong followed, but he didn't speak for a long time.

Autumn leaves didn't turn around, "What's so unspeakable about Buddhism?"

Murong shook his head and replied, "No." ”

Akiba nodded, "So it's decided?"

Murong shook his head and said lightly: "There is no first seat, and there are no monks and soldiers......"

Before Murong finished speaking, Qiu Ye interrupted her, and there was a faint hint of coldness in her indifferent tone: "So the Buddha Gate is going to be a wall view?"

Murong was still calm, "The Buddha Sect will definitely keep its promise, and Brother Dao is serious." ”

Autumn leaves snorted coldly, the sky changed color, and a huge cloud swirl quietly appeared, as if this side of the world also became gloomy with the autumn leaves.

Qiu Ye said word by word: "Could it be that Miss Murong thinks that the Buddha Sect can change my mind with just one name?"

Murong smiled faintly and said, "Of course Murong wouldn't think so. ”

The clouds are rolling and the flowers are blooming.

The huge swirls of clouds in the sky slowly turned and finally calmed down, and the small tree in front of the tent turned into green leaves in just a few breaths, and then from green leaves to dead leaves, and finally slowly fell, like a fallen autumn leaf.

Autumn leaves still maintain a posture of standing with their hands in their hands. And Murong stood in front of him, his face calm.

After a long time, Autumn Leaf exhaled a light breath: "It's okay." ”

Murong stared at Autumn Leaves and was silent.

A hint of exhaustion flashed in Akiba's expression, and he waved his hand and turned to leave.

"I heard that Brother Dao still hasn't had a Taoist companion yet?"

Murong suddenly spoke.

Akiba turned around in amazement. Suddenly, a possibility appeared in his mind, and although he felt that this matter was a little ridiculous, it seemed to be the greatest possibility.

Murong pondered for a moment and then said slowly: "Since Brother Dao is silent, then it will be regarded as nothing." Murong is also single. ”

"The host intends to let Murong and Brother Autumn Leaves become Taoist couples, I wonder if this sincerity is enough?"

......

The most common and practical means of forming an alliance between two different interests is marriage. Whether it's between families or countries.

And marriage is not only external, but also has an indescribable effect internally.

Although the main reason for this uproar on the grassland is the wrestling between the Taoist Sect and the Wangting Molun Temple, it is always fueled by others.

In the case of the princess's all-out attack on the Dao Sect, the Houjian Demon Sect still did not avoid the edge, and insisted on entering the grassland, wanting to cut a knife in the grassland, a wolf pack that had lost its head wolf.

If that's the case, it won't make Autumn Leaves quite distressed, although the Demon Sect is adjacent to the grassland, but the position of the Demon Sect leader has been vacant over the years, and the major elders have been fighting among themselves, but fortunately, the other major sects are not much better, so that the Demon Sect has not shown a decline.

But this time, the elders of the Demon Sect unexpectedly unified, and the strange thing is that it was not the people who said peace, but after the Dao Sect stepped on the grassland like a strong dragon crossing the river, several elders successively set their eyes on the grassland. This can be regarded as a coincidence.

However, this time, although several elders coincided, there was still a lot of controversy about the person in charge of the grassland affairs, and after arguing, two young disciples were dispatched.

The two each represented the faction of elders behind them.

Houjian borders Dazheng in the northeast, and borders the grassland in the west, the grassland is vast, and it only accounts for one-third of the Monan grassland when it is in its heyday. Later, the Demon Sect was defeated by the hands of Buddhism, and the later construction turned from prosperity to decline, and this third was naturally recovered by the grassland, but a winged fire city was left on the edge of the grassland.

The west gate of the Wing Fire City, a hundred horses out of the city, the iron armor is cold.

At the head was a young man, with a handsome face, but with a slightly gloomy temperament, and under his crotch mount was a jet-black horse, and beside him there was a woman riding side by side. The corners of his mouth are smiling, his purple clothes are fluttering, and he is stunning.

Although the lilac gauze that the woman wore was galloping, it seemed to be not affected by the strong wind at all, and still fluttered according to its own unique rhythm. Purple is precious, ordinary women with a weak temperament can't suppress purple, but this woman is not disgraced at all in purple clothes, but is set off by purple and becomes more and more unsimilar to mortals, even if the forest iron rider behind her can't hide half of her brilliance.

The man's surname is Mo, a single name and a wind character, he is a native of the Hou Jian family, but his family is in the middle of the road, and his career is not clear, and he joins the state religion, that is, the demon religion in the mouth of the Central Plains, but he never thought that in just ten years, he has jumped from an unknown disciple to a leader in the back who is pinned on by the elders.

It is the disciples who are on an equal footing with Qiu Ye and Murong, although they are not canonized as the first disciples, they are not the first disciples, they are better than the first disciples.

Until the woman beside him returned to the Demon Cult.

Qin Mumian looked at Mo Feng beside him and laughed softly: "Mo Feng, which side are you going to stand on this time?"

Mo Feng shook his head and said, "I don't want to bet." ”

Qin Mumian smiled, "Do you want to eat both." ”

Mo Feng smiled coldly, "What's wrong?"

The praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind, which is very simple.

Qin Mumian said flatly: "You can't say it's bad, I'm afraid to hold on." Besides, if there was a hunter with a slingshot under the tree, it would be boring. ”

Mo Feng said behind him: "You go first." ”

The cavalry commander behind him nodded, and marched forward with more than a hundred iron horsemen.

The two principals of the younger generation of the Demon Sect slowed down their horses and walked slowly, and Mo Feng suddenly smiled: "The first time I saw you, I was really amazing. But to be honest, it's still beautiful. ”

Hearing this, Qin Mumian's smile trembled, "I did give birth to a good skin, and I have heard a lot of these flattery, but it feels really different to let Mo Feng say it yourself." ”

Mo Feng said indifferently: "How about the two of us make a bet?"

Qin Mumian restrained his smile, "What bet?"

Mo Feng said: "Bet on whether I can eat it all." ”

Qin Mumian became interested, squinted his eyes and said softly, "What about the bet?"

Mo Feng said softly: "If I lose, I will look forward to you in the future." ”

Qin Mumian gently flicked his cloud sleeves and said calmly, "What if I lose?"

Mo Feng smiled calmly and said, "Marry me." ”

Qin Mumian smiled, and his smile was full of murder.

She whispered one word: "Good." ”