Luoyang City is one of the eighteen big cities in Qingzhou, compared with other big cities, there is nothing special, it is nothing more than the peony blooming all over the city, and this situation is said to have been passed down for thousands of years, the current city lord Zhen Wu is because of his love for peonies to choose to take office in this city.

Of course, at this time, the harsh winter is still there, you can't see the gorgeous scene of Luoyang City, the pedestrians on the road shrank their heads, who knew that there would be such a broken weather on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, fortunately, it was only a light snow, otherwise the mood of any play was destroyed.

Today, there is still an endless stream of pilgrims in front of the White Horse Temple, as the largest and oldest temple in Qingzhou, the White Horse Temple has countless beautiful scenery, coupled with the light snow baking, the artistic conception suddenly becomes quiet and beautiful, from time to time there are literati or young men and girls to play together, so that this ancient temple that has survived for thousands of years has added vitality.

"Little monk, can you take me to see your master Huairen again?"

In front of the mountain gate, under the steps, a woman with snowy skin, lip stained fat, wrapped in a heavy cotton skirt, wrapped around a snow-white velvet scarf, and a cyan oil-paper umbrella Jiao Didi asked.

And there was a monk on the steps, about seventeen or eighteen years old, seeing this woman's face red, half opened her mouth and stammered nervously and replied: "Huh... Lord Yu City, the host said that if you come back in the future, I will tell you that Master Huairen is not... Not there!"

It turned out that this woman was the current city lord of Luoyang City, the one who loved peonies. When the city lord heard the monk answer, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, wow, damn the old monk of the round lamp, he dared to let this little monk deceive himself, it was really hateful! His eyes rolled and he said: "Little monk, this is what your host said, but it is not what Master Huairen said, you must know that lying is to go to the eighteenth layer of hell! Say, where is Master Huairen? If you say it, I won't care about you telling lies!"

If these words are said to others, it is estimated that there is no deterrent, but in the monk's ears, there are words of suffering, you must know that this "do not kill, do not steal, do not lewd, do not lie" is the basic four precepts of Buddhism's daily practice, and it is a great sin to commit one of them. It was this monk who hesitated again and again, and finally whispered: "The ancestor is in the back mountain of Tallinn......"

"If only I had told me otherwise!"

The city lord threw a roll of his eyes to this guest monk, Shi Shiran walked past him, bypassed the main hall, walked through the bamboo forest, stepped on the snow, and finally arrived at the foot of the mountain behind the White Horse Temple.

"You're here. ”

A young monk was wearing a moon-white monk's robe and sitting cross-legged on the snow, with a layer of snowflakes falling on his head and shoulders, but a scroll of scriptures was placed on his lap, and it took him half a day to gently turn the page with his fingers.

And at this time, where did the city lord still have a half-capable appearance, blushing, secretly looking at the young monk from the corner of his eye, and said softly: "I came to tell you good news, related ......."

"Is it about the Five States List?" said the young monk unmoved.

"Ah, how do you know?" After thinking about it, yes, the White Horse Temple is the largest Buddhist temple in Qingzhou, and naturally it has its own sources, not to mention that he is the current highest-ranking person in the White Horse Temple, and no one will dare to hide it from him. After thinking about it, he said: "Congratulations, the first on the master list... ”

The young monk, or Master Huairen, shook his head lightly and sighed: "I'm afraid it's a curse and not a blessing......

With the wisdom of the city lord of Zhen Wu, he knew the meaning of Huairen's words, but he stood quietly behind him without words.

At the top of the main hall of the White Horse Temple, the master of the round lamp looked at his uncle and the haunting Zhen Wu City Lord from a distance, and he also felt a headache, and he could only sigh when he thought about it.

In the distance, a monk sat cross-legged in the snow, and behind him, a charming beauty stood with an umbrella, and the snow was leisurely, which had a special meaning.

At this time, far away in the center of the 100,000 mountains, in the Demon Valley, the purple-haired mouse and Qinghua were drinking tea under the bamboo pavilion, and there were screams in their ears from time to time.

"Are you really leaving? don't you say goodbye to him?" the purple-haired mouse picked up the teacup and secretly looked at Qinghua's face between his hand and the teacup.

I saw Qinghua shook his head lightly and said, "No, no need, it's just a coincidence that I've been with him all the way." "It's just that there is a trace of melancholy on his face.

The purple-haired mouse secretly had fun, put down the teacup and teased, "Coincidence?" It's just that the look doesn't look like he will believe it.

Qinghua was embarrassed when she heard this, and turned her head away from looking at the purple-haired mouse.

At this time, the brilliance flashed, and the demon lord walked out, glanced at Qinghua and said: "The injury has healed, and the cultivation has taken a step further, in the way of cultivation, your human race is indeed blessed,"

Qinghua got up and hugged his fists and thanked: "Thanks to the demon lord's lava spiritual liquid, Qinghua is here to thank you!"

The demon lord rolled his eyes, turned sideways to give this salute, and said with a smile: "You sit on the land of a state, and I have a cloth of water with 100,000 mountains, so we can be commensurate with sisters." My name is Qiongshu, and if you are a big girl, you can call me Sister Sheng. ”

Although Qinghua could expect that the other party already knew her identity, she was still surprised that the demon master was commensurate with her sister, but it didn't seem to hurt her, so she whispered tentatively: "Sister Qiongshu..."

"Oh! ”

The demon lord agreed very happily and neatly, and it seemed that he did have the intention to have a relationship with Qinghua.

has been a sister for more than ten years, and today she has a time to be a sister, Qinghua is quite novel, but I don't know if it's an illusion, I always feel that the demon lord looks at her eyes and has something else, but she has no clue for a while.

And the purple-haired rat on the side listened to the demon lord and Qinghua screaming at each other's sisters and sisters, and they didn't know what they thought, and their little faces were red with a smile.

The screams in the distance faded away, and after a while, the spear rabbit dragged Luo Buyi, who was paralyzed into a dead dog, and after passing by, he didn't look at everyone, Luo Buyi only had time to look at Qinghua, and was dragged away.

"Sister is distressed?" said the demon lord with a slanted glance at Qinghua.

"No, Qinghua is leaving, Sister Qiongshu, senior Ziyu, take care!"

After speaking, he didn't wait for the two of them to reply, and left with a jump, but he looked like he was running away in embarrassment.

"Haha" The purple-haired mouse covered his mouth and laughed happily, but he was frightened by the demon lord's eyes and lowered his head and said nothing.

"Take care, Lord of Qingzhou......"

The past few days have been a nightmare for Hua Ning, and there has never been a time when it has been as difficult for her to live as she is now. The palace is talking about his marriage everywhere, talking about the so-called Huang Ming, but no matter how he doesn't know what to say, that person is also the husband of the future second miss who was agreed by the state lord, and the second miss is just a concubine.

"Ying'er, doesn't my sister want me?" Hua Ning asked weakly while lying on the embroidered couch.

"Miss, master she..."

Hongying looked at Hua Ning, who hadn't eaten much for several days, and felt distressed, why did she force the young lady to look like this?

Only halfway through the words, Hua Ning still understood the meaning of the red tassel, and for a while sadness came from it, tears slipped from her eyes, and the pillow was slowly wet, but she couldn't cry at all.

Luo Buyi, Luo Buyi, if you don't come again, let's ......

Suddenly, Hua Ning seemed to think of something, and called softly: "Ying'er, Ying'er..."

Twisting her head to the side, Hongying, who was secretly crying, hurriedly turned around when she heard Hua Ning's cry, and responded: "Eh, Ying'er is here, Miss, what are your orders, you say, Ying'er listen." ”

"Find out the three tips that my blind grandfather gave me. Hua Ning commanded softly, her eyes showing hope.

Hongying responded and hurriedly rummaged through the cabinets to find it, and then immediately took it to Hua Ning's pillow.

Hua Ning trembled and picked up the three bags and looked at them, then put the one with the word "A" written on it and left it, and the other two were gently put back on the pillow.

"Is this a 'karma knot'?" Hongying's eyes lit up, yes, there is also the old blind man's tips, the old blind man is so accurate, he should have calculated it early, maybe the young lady will encounter any difficulties.

With a slight tug of both hands to the left and right, the knot of karma was silently untied. Hua Ning probed with two fingers, took out a small folded note, carefully opened it, held her breath and looked at the words on it, her pupils suddenly contracted.

"Miss, what's written on it?" asked Hongying curiously.

Hua Ning didn't answer Hongying, but just ordered: "Ying'er, pour me a glass of water." ”

Without doubting him, Hongying immediately turned around and poured a glass of water, then helped Hua Ning up from the bed and fed her a sip of water to drink, but this interruption made Hongying forget about the bag for a while.

"I'm going to see my sister again!" Hua Ning's eyes were full of stubbornness.

Hongying wanted to persuade but didn't know where to start, so she had to rely on Hua Ning's temperament. After serving Hua Ning for so many years, she knows the temper of this young lady very well, she seems to be innocent, but in fact, her temper is very stubborn, and few people can change the things she decides. Why the hell did the master and the young lady become like this?

Xu drank some water so that Hua Ning could stand up with the strength to stand up, and walked towards the main hall of Qinghua Palace with the support of Ying'er. Along the way, the maids and attendants were very happy to see that Hua Ning could walk around on the ground, after all, this second lady treats people very well on weekdays, and they don't want anything to happen to the second miss.

"Second Miss!"

"Ning'er, why are you here?"

Hua Wangyun and Hua Zhiming, the two clan elders, were standing at the door of the main hall, and when they saw Hua Ning coming, their faces were strange.

Although Hua Ning's qi was weak, her mind was extremely sober, and she noticed that the two clan elders looked different, so she couldn't help asking: "Ning Er has seen the two clan elders, but I don't know who the clan elders are here..."

Hua Wangyun and Hua Zhiming glanced at each other, and finally Hua Wangyun said: "The state lord, the state lord and Huang Ming are discussing your marriage date......

Hua Ning couldn't help but be stunned when she heard this, her already weak body almost fainted, she gritted her teeth, pushed away Hongying's hand, and walked into the hall step by step.

In the main hall, Huang Ming was standing unscrupulously at the head of the state lord, and when he saw Hua Ning walking in, he laughed and said, "Yo, my concubine who hasn't passed the door can't wait to come to find her husband?"

Hua Ning gasped, didn't even look at Huang Ming, looked directly at the black-clothed figure at the top of the hall, and asked, "Sister, is there no room for negotiation?"

For a long time, the state lord didn't say a word, and he didn't even move.

Hua Ning's heart was filled with bitterness, and she said in a trembling voice: "What sister means, Ning'er, I understand!"

After speaking, he looked at Huang Ming with the hatred in his heart, and said, "I don't know where you came from to make my sister so jealous, but you want to take me as a concubine because you want to covet my appearance, right?"

Huang Ming looked at Hua Ning's face a little sickly pale but did not damage her beauty at all, and felt that this woman looked like a first-class good, and it was said that she was also rated as the fifth in the list of beauties in the five states, which was really his blessing, and he was just about to answer Hua Ning's question, but saw her take out a white short sword from her sleeve, her eyes glared at him hatefully, and she used the short sword to make a deep scar on her face.

"You!" Seeing that his flawless treasure was destroyed, Huang Ming couldn't help but be angry, and scolded in his mouth: "Are you fucking crazy?"

Hua Ning ignored Huang Ming's words, and caught a glimpse of her sister standing up from the palace master's throne but no other movements, and her heart was even more sad, and the short sword slashed across her cheek again, leaving another scar.

"You're crazy!" Huang Ming wanted to stop Hua Ning, but for some reason, he always felt very weak in the face of Hua Ning, as if he couldn't move anymore after being looked at by Hua Ning.

In this way, Hua Ning slashed sword after sword, the sword was bloody, and when her hand stopped, there were sixteen long or short scars crisscrossing her face!

"So, do you still want me to marry him?" The voice was hoarse, Hua Ning asked the state lord, and the scars on his face were bleeding continuously.

However, Hua Ning waited and waited, but still did not wait for the voice she wanted.

It seemed that the momentum collapsed suddenly, and Hua Ning whispered: "I know." Then he went out of the temple with all his spirits.

"As the tip says, is it really not possible?" and no one could hear the utterly weak words.

Tears flowed through the sixteen scars on the face, it really hurt, the more it hurt, the more tears there were, the more tears there were, the more painful the scars, the tears mixed with blood, and the face was hideous.

A wisp of incense is here, what is the hope of a thousand gold wanderers?

The fifth place on the list of beauties in five states, the flash in the pan is now gone.

And in the Demon Valley Bamboo Sea, which is tens of thousands of miles away, Luo Buyi lay on the ground scarred, muttering in his mouth: "Hua Ning, wait for me to ......"