Frankly speaking, Xin Zhuo's call didn't make any sense, just as what Hui Rulan said didn't make sense.

But the strength is in preconceived ideas, secretly changing concepts, plus raising the bar, flowering on the bar, and even taking out Lu Xiucai's line that he is dead.

If you change it in the previous life, this kind of keyboard skill is only average, and the other party can fall into a burst of "read more" or "the words and sentences are too poor, and you haven't graduated from junior high school", you can fall into a formation, and the root of your teeth is itchy, and then the mouth is fragrant, and the three characters are sprayed with each other.

However, where has Hui Rulan seen this kind of battle? In her daily life, she met either gentle and well-read literati and scholars, or women and children who worshiped Buddha and worshiped God and did not understand literature and ink, who had ever said such profound words to her?

Even the old nuns in the nunnery who have profound Buddhism, when they talk about Buddhism, they are just allusions or Sanskrit scriptures that persuade people to be good.

Although she felt that the other party might be telling a crooked reason, she had no way to refute it.

Yes, she froze in place, not knowing how to answer.

"It's hard to distinguish between good and evil in this world, what the little donor said is so reasonable!"

The enlightened nun Huixin behind her, her bulging chest rose and fell, and she really felt that what Xin Zhuo said was very reasonable.

No one responded.

The autumn wind is bleak, and the fallen leaves are the same.

Han Qiniang and Huang Dagui, who were hiding in a thatched hut in the village, clenched their fists.

The big boss is good at learning, and he says it really well.

In the past, the nuns of Shuiyue Nunnery only had to eat deflated, but today they finally moved back to a game.

"Reading is still useful, no! It's still a big boss! ”

Han Jiulang swore that he was full of admiration and admiration for his own big boss, don't say what he said just now, even if it is rote memorization, he may not be able to do it in a month.

At this time, Xin Zhuo looked at the silent Hui Rulan, and clasped his fists and saluted: "Even so, I still want to thank Xiao Shitai, the ordinary and great Xiao Shitai, so that my soul seems to have been washed by the Buddha, even if the universe is destroyed, I will not forget your awakening to me today, if it weren't for you, I would have been kept in the dark for the rest of my life!"

If you win, you will reconcile, prevent the other party from being annoyed and angry, and unite with the Tsugetsu Anwuni to attack in a group.

It's damn insecure!

Hui Rulan opened her mouth, her heart was at a loss, what did the other party mean by this condescension?

Fortunately, Xin Zhuo immediately solved her doubts: "Since you and I are no different, I thank you now, what do you want to say to me?"

This...... Is it still possible to exchange gifts?

"Ah, of course, we also have to thank the little benefactor for solving our doubts, without the little benefactor, we would also be in the dark forever, we are also washed by the divine light of the Buddha, even if ...... The universe is destroyed, and we will not forget your awakening today. ”

Hui Rulan still didn't reply, but behind her, the eyes of the nun Huixin were full of wisdom, and she was very polite.

"That's good, go back, don't come next time!"

Xin Zhuo turned around and went back to the village, the sackcloth on his body swayed in the wind, and he even had a few different looks.

Han Qiniang and the others hurriedly went out to greet them, looking excited: "The big boss is good!" We won! ”

"Meaningless, let's see if you're gone?"

Xin Zhuo didn't turn around, giving the thieves a look.

Han Qiniang and the others looked outside the village and couldn't help but look stunned.

Xin Zhuo had a bad premonition, turned his head, and saw that Nun Huixin had gone back, but Hui Rulan walked straight into the village.

"What else does Mrs. Xiao want to do?" Han Qiniang greeted her, her face full of hostility.

Huiru Lanwan'er chuckled, obviously a monk, but full of charm, and looked at Xin Zhuo over Han Qiniang: "What the little donor said is very reasonable, and the poor nun's understanding of Buddhism seems to be more sophisticated, so the poor nun will not leave tonight, and I am willing to have a long talk with the little donor."

Xinzhuo: "......"

Han Qiniang and the others glanced at each other, and asked questions. Huang Dagui laughed loudly: "Little nun, don't you look where this is?" I'm not afraid we'll eat you. ”

"This body is also a great achievement to give it to you to fill your stomach!"

It was still the same statement, but it was very lethal, and Hui Rulan walked straight to a room, which happened to be Xin Zhuo's room.

The door opens and closes.

No one knows what Hui Rulan is doing in there, or just meditating? Ready for a long evening of talking?

"What about the big boss?"

Han Qiniang looked at Xin Zhuo, the thieves are used to it, and there is really no way to meet this kind of nun who is soft and hard and does not eat.

Xin Zhuo can't help it, he has encountered hob meat!

So, is the other party really attracted by his nonsense, or is he unconvinced, and is he ready to argue again?

"This nun is not serious!" Cui Ying'er said coldly: "Is the word knee promotion used by monks?" Big night and man knees? ”

After Cui Ying'er woke up, Han Qiniang and the others looked at their big boss together, could it be ...... Was the last guess true?

Xin Zhuo felt that except for the nun sleeping at home, it was weird, but it didn't matter, let her do as she pleased.

There was nothing to do during the day, because they had to guard against the sudden attack of the Tiger Village and the government, and the six people took turns to inspect the foot of the mountain.

Xin Zhuo ran down the mountain with Xiao Huang and stayed for an afternoon.

Occasionally you can see a figure swaying at the bottom of the mountain, but you can't tell whether it's a fast catch or a passerby.

……

When night fell, everyone ate casually, and then stood side by side at the door of Xin Zhuo's room, looking into the house.

The house was pitch black, and it had been a whole day, and Hui Rulan didn't make a sound, and the ghost knew what she was doing in it.

It's boring to look at this kind of dryness.

After a while, Huang Dagui and Bai Jianxiao went back to sleep with a gloating face, and Cui Ying'er took Han Jiulang down the mountain to inspect, and they had to change shifts in the second half of the night.

But Han Qiniang had nothing to do, she stayed by the side of the big boss, her eyes were bright: "That...... The big boss. ”

"Say!"

"If she sees that you have martial arts and wants Lingjin, will you give her saliva to eat at night?"

"This ......"

This question is a bit beyond Xin Zhuo's comprehension, looking at Qi Niang's eyes that don't know whether to expect affirmation or expectation, she said seriously: "First of all, she will definitely not ask me to saliva to eat, and secondly, she is a monk, I will not accept it, I am a clean person!"

"What about knee tightening at night?" Han Qiniang blinked.

"If she has to do this, at most, everyone will warm each other, and there will be a different mood."

"Humph!" Han Qiniang rolled her eyes and turned around to go back to the house.

The courtyard was quiet.

Xin Zhuo stood for a long time, in fact, he could have made do with Han Jiulang's room first, but first, he recognized the bed, and second, he had a different mind.

This nun calls herself a nun of the Wutang of Shuiyue'an, if she can develop into a sacrifice spirit, will she have a good harvest?

After much thought, he went to the kitchen and took out two boiled potatoes, returned to the door, and gently slammed the door.

No one answered.

Slept?

Pushing open the door, adjusting to the darkness for a while, I vaguely saw a figure sitting next to my desk, my body not moving, not knowing what I was doing.

He smiled, fumbled for the oil lamp, picked up the flint and lit it, turned his head with a smile on his face, and then froze in place, the potato in his hand almost falling to the ground.

Hui Rulan was holding his book "Strange Scholars of the Ancient Temple" and reading it very attentively.

This...... Today, the righteous and awe-inspiring people are gone.

As if sensing his gaze, Hui Rulan put down the book and smiled faintly: "I have cultivated the Canglan Pure Jade Skill, and my eyesight is excellent, but I can read books at night!"

Xin Zhuo put the potato in front of her and considered it for a moment: "Amazing, but I'm curious, you also read this kind of book?"

"If the donor can see it, why can't the poor nun see it? After all, there is no difference between a bandit and a nun! ”

Hui Rulan applied what she had learned and answered very appropriately.

Xin Zhuo sat on the bed and said teasingly, "Okay, then may I ask Mrs. Xiaoshi, what are your feelings after reading?"

Hui Rulan stretched her waist lazily, and smiled smartly: "The writing is acceptable, the plot is not good, in order to highlight the affairs of men and women, the blunt explanation and slowing down the pace of the story are somewhat far-fetched!"

And at that time, the posture of men and women was purely imaginary, not in line with the study of the human body, and the poor nuns understood more than the authors, the folk twenty-eight styles, the court thirty-six wonders, all of which were refined! ”

Xin Zhuo looked at the dignified and beautiful nun Hui Rulan blankly, and was shocked for a while!