There are always sleepless people in the gloomy night.

Footsteps entered the room from outside the door, and a woman appeared on the window paper.

Knock knock.

There was a knock on the door, and Ding Ding's voice came: "Senior Sister Qingfu, can I come in?"

It turned out to be Tintin.

Liu Qingfu let out a long breath, looked left and right, and said, "Come in." ”

With a squeak, the door opened, and Tintin walked into the room, dressed in a goose-yellow dress with a light green embroidered belt, and an indescribable worry remained on her originally lively face.

Liu Qingfu suddenly felt a pain in her heart, and felt that she should not let this worry appear on the face of Ding Ding, an innocent girl.

She wanted to say something, but she didn't say it after all, just said simply: "Sit down." ”

Ding Ding obediently walked to the chair opposite her and sat down, a pair of large, round eyes firmly locked Liu Qingfu's gaze.

Liu Qingfu was a little hairy by her gaze, and after a while, she smiled awkwardly and said, "What's the matter?

"Didn't Senior Sister sleep too?" Ding Ding replied, his eyes still rippling with that inexplicable worry, "I can't sleep, I want to talk to Senior Sister." ”

Liu Qingfu smiled slightly and teased: "When we Ding Ding still can't sleep, could it be that the son-in-law of which family does he fancy to?"

"Senior sister!"

Ding Ding's face turned red, he lowered his head shyly, and only after a while did he speak: "What's the matter, senior sister loves to laugh at me." ”

Liu Qingfu smiled and said, "Okay, okay, senior sister won't laugh at you anymore - say, why did you come to me so late?"

Tintin looked up as if she wanted to say something, her lips trembling, something anyone could see.

"What's wrong?" asked Liu Qingfu again.

Ding Ding gritted his teeth and said, "Senior sister, can the Qingzhu Sect still advance?"

Liu Qingfu was silent for a long time before replying: "Yes, believe me Dingding, nothing in this world can stop us from advancing." ”

Ding Ding said: "But the next opponent is the Chixia Sect - I heard from the senior brothers that the Chixia Sect is very powerful, much more powerful than the Qingzhu Sect, and they all think that the Qingzhu Sect has no hope." ”

Liu Qingfu shook the Buddha beads in her palm, and suddenly felt a warm power transmitted into her body.

"Don't worry," she said, "the Chixia Sect is not as powerful as you think, there will always be a way to defeat them, of course, provided you can't doubt yourself." ”

After a pause, she added, "Once you start to doubt yourself, you will lose the possibility of victory, but when you believe that you can win, victory will come to you." ”

Liu Qingfu couldn't help laughing, this is an idealistic statement, even she herself may not believe it, but it is particularly effective for Ding Ding, because Ding Ding is an innocent girl, and innocent girls don't think too much, as long as you say you, you will believe it.

Tintin frowned and smiled, "Really? Can you really win?"

Liu Qingfu nodded solemnly and said, "Believe me, we will definitely win, the Chixia Sect is not our opponent." If it was before the arrival of the monk, this would have been a bit of a self-deception, but after the monk came, he handed her a Buddha bead, and a warm power was transmitted from the Buddha bead, which made Liu Qingfu believe in the words of the monk.

She shouldn't have believed it, because it was impossible, but at the moment, she had to be convinced, and when you say a word, you must first believe it yourself, so that others can believe it.

Ding Ding believed Liu Qingfu's words, she had no reason not to believe that compared to those senior brothers and sisters who had been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, she was as clean as a blank piece of paper.

It was precisely because of this that she didn't know the horror of the Chixia Sect, let alone that in the eyes of others, the Qingzhu Sect had been eliminated, she would easily believe Liu Qingfu's words and easily think that she was hopeful.

"Well, I believe in you," Ding Ding said, his voice paused for a moment, and then said, "By the way, senior sister, do you feel that the swordsman who fought with us today is somewhat familiar." ”

Liu Qingfu chuckled in her heart, and said secretly: "Could it be that Ding Ding can see it?" His eyes wandered over Ding Ding's face, only to feel that the clear gaze was full of doubts, and there was no other charm.

"It turned out to be just speculation. Liu Qingfu put her mind at ease and replied: "No, there is no familiar feeling." ”

Ding Ding frowned slightly, and said, "But I feel like a person." ”

"Who?" asked Liu Qingfu.

"Senior Brother Han. Ding Ding replied firmly, "He makes me feel like Senior Brother Han." ”

What's more, he is Han Chuang, Liu Qingfu scolded in her heart, but said: "I don't feel like this, it must be that they are all swordsmen, and all of them have similar temperaments." ”

Ding Ding shook his head and said, "It's not just temperament, the whole feeling is like Senior Brother Han," after speaking, she laughed herself, "How is it possible? He is not at all like Senior Brother Han, Senior Brother Han is much more handsome than him." As he spoke, two red clouds appeared on his face.

Liu Qingfu smiled awkwardly and said, "Yes, he can't be Senior Brother Han's, Senior Brother Han has already left Yunzhou." ”

"How do you know?" Tintin blinked, his expression incredulous.

Liu Qingfu smiled slightly and said, "I just know, you don't care how I know." Although she didn't know why Han Chuang wanted to hide his identity, she understood that he must have his own reasons, so the fewer people who knew about this matter, the better.

"I'm sorry, Tintin. Liu Qingfu said in her heart, but soon returned to normal. She is a resolute woman, she must be firm in something, and she will always be firm, and there will not be much psychological burden.

Ding Ding stared at Liu Qingfu, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and said, "I understand, Senior Sister must have a connection with Senior Brother Han, I just mean, Senior Brother Han won't disappear like this." She had a narrow smile on her face.

Liu Qingfu's face turned red and said, "What's the matter." ”

It's a truth, but the truth is often taken as a lie, just as a lie is often taken for true.

"Senior Sister Liu, you're blushing," Ding Ding slapped his face, and two beautiful wine vortices appeared on his lips.

Two

Han Chuang didn't know that there were two women talking about him at this moment, and he was sitting at the wine table in the inn hall, waiting for a person to arrive.

He asked Monk Zizhu to send a few pots of wine and began to drink by himself, and when the three pots of wine were down, the discordant monk appeared in front of him.

He poured a glass of wine for the monk, handed it to him, and said with a smile: "The matter is settled?"

The monk smiled and said: "It's solved, it's up to her to use it." ”

"She'll use it. Han Chuang said, "She's not a very rational person," out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the indifferent monk, "She's always emotional." ”

The monk smiled and said: "Emotional people are the rarest people in the world, too many people are too rational, and even cold-blooded and ruthless." ”

Han Chuang raised his eyes, glanced at the monk, and said, "Are you also such a person?"

Monk Bu shook his head and said with a smile: "I am a person who believes in reason, but I am by no means cold-blooded and ruthless. ”

Han Chuang laughed and raised his glass, "Cheers to the uncold blood." ”

The monk smiled and raised his glass.

With a bang, the two glasses collided, and the spilled wine wet their hands, but they didn't care, raised their glasses, and then smiled at each other.

"You're the most special monk I've ever met," Han Chuang said, "so special that I can't see through you at all." His face was already a little drunk, and his face was red, like the red sunset at sunset.

Monk Bu smiled slightly, put down the wine glass and said, "You are also the most special person I have ever met. ”

"Oh? Han Chuang said, "I am really honored to be favored by the people of Beihai Zen Academy." ”

Monk Bu suddenly sighed and said, "What about the people of the Beihai Zen Monastery, but a group of prisoners trapped in the temple—"

Before he could speak, he knew that he was speechless, and hurriedly raised his wine glass and said to Han Chuang: "Drink a bar, don't worry about this, I'm just your friend tonight, an ordinary friend." ”

Han Chuang stared at the non-monk, suddenly smiled, and raised his glass: "Cheers." ”

With a bang, the two wine glasses collided again, and the spilled liquid left a big water stain on the back of the hand, and no one cared.

The two of them just drank, glass after glass, talking some nonsensical gossip, doing some nonsensical things, until later, the two of them even started a drinking order.

You can imagine the picture of two prodigal sons performing the drinking order together, but you can never imagine the picture of a monk and a rude man arguing.

But it happened, there is no doubt about it.

At the counter, the Zizhu monk looked at the table with a smile, suddenly sighed, turned his back, and muttered Amitabha Buddha in his mouth; the wrinkles on his face seemed to be deeper at this moment, and the originally gray eyes were shining in the shadows at this moment, black light, black and scorching.

In the end, Han Chuang, who was known as a thousand cups of not getting drunk, fell down one by one, he was drunk, drunk like mud, because he met a monk who couldn't get drunk at all, and he didn't know how many glasses of wine he ate, but the monk's face didn't change at all.

His eyes were always clear.

"Sleep, you will forget everything when you wake up. The monk sighed, smiled and gestured to the purple bamboo monk, and then left the Yuelai Inn.

At this moment, the moonlight had already passed the sky, the glow had not yet risen, the sky was still as dark as a huge millstone, the monk walked into an alley, and suddenly stopped.

"Come out. ”

Then in the moonlight, he saw a figure slowly emerging from the shadows.

Dressed in black, the black veil covered his face, revealing only a black burning eye.

"Should I call you Monk Zizhu?" said with a smile, "By the way, that's not your real name, you're not even a monk." ”

"Who the hell are you?" his gaze suddenly sharpened, like two sharp knives.

But just as no matter how sharp a knife is, it can't pierce a shield, and his gaze can't pierce the heart of the man in black in front of him, and he stands there like a sword that cuts everything, and no peep can penetrate his heart.

"People from Beihai Zen Academy, it's best to stay away from Han Chuang. He finally spoke, and his voice was not like that of Monk Zizhu, but rather a dry one, like the sound of two pieces of metal rubbing against each other.

The monk smiled and said, "If you let me stay away from him, you must know how important it is for me to let him do, so I can't agree to this request." ”

"If you don't say yes, you'll die. With a bang, a long sword appeared in the hand of the person who came, it was a sword painted with ink, a sword that kills.

Monk Bu laughed, his eyes fell on the pitch-black sword, and said, "Your strength is stronger than mine, it will be easy to kill me, but you won't do it." ”

"What do you think?" The figure of the person who came flashed, and the monk only felt the breeze, and the murderous sword was already at his throat.