“…… When Wang Jinglong was appointed as the local patrol, he learned of Su San's grievances and ordered all the personnel in Su San's case to be quickly escorted to the Yamen for review......

Su Sanqi's grievances were revealed, and he finally tied the knot with Wang Jinglong. ”

I don't know who the old voice in front of me is, and who the "Yiwu Master" is, in short, the peaceful atmosphere in the nunnery suddenly changed.

However, this did not affect Xin Zhuo in the slightest, he was escorted back to the meditation room, and after lunch, Hui Ruqing and Hui Xin arrived on time, and dozens of Xiao Ni also stood by the window.

Instead of shouting at Xin Zhuo to tell another story with twists and turns, but with a perfect ending, it seems that Liang Zhu was addicted to it yesterday, but it did not satisfy them.

The requirements are quite high.

Xin Zhuo pondered a lot of stories, what Wu Song violently beat Ximen officials, Second Sister You, Third Sister You's love and hatred, and even thought of three dozen white bone spirits and Du Shi Niang, but they were not perfect enough, and they didn't make it clear, I was afraid that these nuns who had nothing to do all day long did not follow, so they had to choose "Su Sanqi".

Sure enough, after a story was told, the nuns were fascinated by it, and in the end the ending was perfect, and they couldn't help but applaud happily.

Only an older nun outside the window was not very satisfied: "Although the third girl Su finally followed Wang Daguan, she was born poor and was ruined by Shen Yanlin, so she is not beautiful after all."

"I don't think so!"

Xin Zhuo said: "Although Miss Su came from a humble background, her situation was miserable, and her body was not clean, what could a weak woman do? Her heart is always clean, the stinky skin is mortal after all, and the spirit is noble, which is the king, just like I do to Hui Ruqing, I will never blame her for anything, I will always love her......"

Hui Ruqing was originally excited to hear it, and suddenly raised her head: "Xin thief, you ......"

"Scare?" Huixin and several other nuns looked at the two in surprise.

The surrounding nuns also fell silent for a moment, blinking blankly.

Hui Ruqing's face was red and scary, and her little fists were clenched tightly.

Fortunately, a persistent nun was not interested in this, and asked curiously and loudly: "Then why doesn't Su San Girl practice martial arts?" If you enter the realm of seven or eight grades, why rely on men and please men? ”

What kind of tiger and wolf words are these!

Suigetsu-an is really not serious.

Xin Zhuo had no choice but to sigh: "That Su San girl actually has martial arts, but the root bones are not good, and she is stuck in the second nine grades, although the nine yin white bone claws in one hand are fierce, after all, they are a little weaker, and it is difficult to walk in the rivers and lakes."

"I see!" It dawned on the nuns.

Then they scattered in twos and threes, muttering and muttering.

Soon, only Hui Ruqing was left in the meditation room.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was not harmonious.

Hui Ruqing took a deep breath, suddenly took out a golden envelope from her arms, and said with a serious expression: "This is yours, right?"

Xin Zhuo immediately touched the Qiugong Pavilion notebook that he carried with him in his arms, and he didn't know when he lost it.

He has always carried this thing with him, and he wanted to take it out yesterday to scare the nuns of Shuiyuean, but then he thought that Shuiyuean didn't seem to buy the account of the Autumn Palace Pavilion, and it would exacerbate the conflict.

However, when did it get to Hui Ruqing?

Could it be that last night, after all, I lost?

What a love-hate relationship.

That's!

"In the morning in the treasure hall, when you sat down, you squeezed it out, and I picked it up."

Hui Ruqing explained, got up and walked to the window, looked outside, suddenly turned around, and grabbed his hand.

The hands are soft and warm.

Without waiting for Xin Zhuo to react, he pulled him out of the door: "Shut up, follow me!"

Xin Zhuo had no choice but to suppress his stomach full of doubts and remain silent.

Hui Ruqing's light body kung fu was very beautiful, and Xin Zhuo tried his best to barely catch up.

The two of them followed the path of the meditation room, turning and turning, and it didn't take long to reach the quiet place at the back door, and when they opened the door, there was a barren autumn forest outside.

Hui Ruqing turned around and stuffed the post into his arms, and smiled: "Don't you want to leave?" Let's go! ”

Xin Zhuo hesitated a little, you are a god, which makes me a little uncomfortable, my heart moved, and I was surprised: "You can't be a spy of the Autumn Palace Pavilion, right?" This Infernal Affairs can be played. ”

Hui Ruqing rolled her eyes: "Guess?"

Do you guess I guess?

"I'm leaving, won't the nunnery trouble you?" Xin Zhuo asked.

The corners of Hui Ruqing's mouth curved into an arc: "You ran by yourself, what do you care about me?"

"Makes sense!" Xin Zhuo took two steps back and bowed, "Thank you!" ”

Hui Ruqing thought for a while and said: "Remember, if you enter the Autumn Palace Pavilion tomorrow, the nunnery will not trouble you again, after all, a big man, it is impossible to live in the nunnery for a long time, the elders have no intention of killing you, otherwise Fulongzhai will be gone, forgive you a little thief, what can you do, go!"

Xin Zhuo took a few steps back, turned and left.

There was a teasing and teasing voice behind him: "I haven't hugged a man, by the way, my family lives in the most magnificent room in the capital, I have the courage, I am not afraid of being killed, come and tease me again when I am empty, and give you a sword for the thief!"

"Ha, you will come to tease when you are free, in fact, your arms are quite warm and fragrant."

"Phew! Thief! ”

……

When I returned to Fulongzhai with Xiao Huang, it was already dusk, just like the dusk when I was captured by Shuiyue Nunnery that day.

The kitchen was still smoking.

Cui Ying'er sat cross-legged on the bluestone slab outside the village, with a straight back, like a master, a pair of fox eyes saw Xin Zhuo for the first time, and stood up suddenly: "The big boss is back!"

Hearing the movement, a group of Murong Xiu and Huang Dagui in the stockade poured out together, and their eyes were shining: "Big boss!"

Xin Zhuo stretched his waist, it was really a golden nest and a silver nest that was not as good as his own kennel, and it felt so refreshing to go home: "I'm back, what did I eat today?"

Han Qiniang said with a smile: "Pork stewed vermicelli, add cabbage."

"Add two more altars of burning knives!"

"Okay, big boss."

In the righteous hall, a large pot of hodgepodge was quickly placed, and everyone had a bowl of vegetables and a bowl of wine.

Cui Ying'er and the others glanced at each other: "Big boss, did you really go to the Autumn Palace Pavilion?"

Speaking of this, Xin Zhuo put down his chopsticks: "That's not it, I went to Shuiyue Nunnery for a two-day tour."

Without waiting for everyone's curious inquiry, he said: "However, I decided to go to the Autumn Palace Pavilion once tomorrow and decide on the name first."

Cui Ying'er asked, "Did you make a decision suddenly?"

"It's very sudden, but the horizontal and vertical autumn palace pavilion is not far away, go early and return late, and it's all about going to school."

……

In the dead of night, the crescent moon was covered with a layer of mist, and Fulong Mountain was hazy in all directions.

The mist in the valley soon rose as well, and nothing could be seen around me.

"Rustling ......"

There was a strange sound of footsteps, and it seemed to be the sound of some kind of object dragging from far and near, and soon reached the three miles of Fulong Peak.

On the treetops, a few strange birds that had adapted to the deworming scatter jumped and changed positions, looked into the depths of the mist, and then flew into the distance as if they had blown up their hair, but as soon as they flew out a few feet, they fell to the ground, covered in pitch black, and turned into dry bones.

"Rustling ......"

Two figures slowly walked out of the mist, and extremely rich blood and evil qi rose to the sky.

These two people are like monsters, their eyes are slightly red, they can't see their age, their headbands are scattered, slightly messy, one is fat like a winter melon, and the other is thin like chopsticks.

But he was wearing strange old-fashioned armor, and the blood and rust were mixed together, making it difficult to tell where the blood was and where the rust was.

are clearly two veterans who have experienced countless corpses and a sea of blood.

At this time, the two looked at the more than ten thatched huts in Fulong Village.

The fat man raised his hand, and in the click of the armor, a fluctuating red mist drifted away, which was only the thickness of the bowl at first, and slowly spread, and the trees and thorns along the way withered and withered.

The thin man picked up the shriveled and rough old bow behind his back and a crooked arrow, took the bow, and pulled it to make a full moon, as if implying some kind of general trend of heaven and earth, and the forest sea within three or four miles of the surrounding area leaned back slightly with the full moon of the bowstring.

The monstrous true qi went straight to the sky.

"Whoosh-"

The arrows left the string, with an incomparably majestic momentum, and went straight to Fulongzhai, and it exuded a terrifying aura that made people palpitate in the middle, implicating a few zhang wide, even a mountain could be flattened.

The power and horror of one arrow and one poison almost enveloped Fulong Peak like an ant.

Seeing that the "ants" were about to turn into dust, a cappella song suddenly came from afar:

"Between the mountains and rivers, I have a long way."

Between Fulong Peak, arrows, and poisonous gas, a hazy landscape painting scroll suddenly appeared, and the curvature fluctuated, virtual and real.

However, the arrows and poisonous gas disappeared as if they had penetrated into the current.

In an instant, the general trend of heaven and earth followed and calmed back.

The two old soldiers looked indifferently at the southwest mist.

The fat man's voice was thick but did not contain a trace of emotion: "White Crane Hill in the Western Regions?"

"Nanli's 800,000 blood sea veterans, only seven are left, eat 800,000 robes and blood, and eventually become a grandmaster, what bothered the two who came to deal with a small thief?"

"The county lord is in turmoil, Qingyu is in chaos for seven days, this person should be punished!"

"A girl is a human being, how can she not have lust? Ruthless and desireless, Qingyu can't be cultivated in seven days, the county lord is a human, and the princess who is in a messed up mood is not a human? How to make the truth clear? Seeing a lifelong mistake, did Su Wuji do less when he was a teenager? ”

"Is Hakuheqiu really in this matter?"

"White Crane Hill doesn't care, there are thirteen pipes!"

"It turned out to be Mr. Dongfang!"

The stiff and sluggish faces of the two old pawns finally changed a little, and they clasped their fists and saluted.

The voice in the mist said: "Master Yiwu is coming, and the old nun is afraid that he will be invincible!"

The two old soldiers were silent for a while, and turned around and walked into the fog in tacit understanding.

Then the mountains and forests finally returned to calm completely.

"Whew-"

In Fulong Village, in the room, Xin Zhuo sat up violently, looked around in surprise, and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead in surprise.