"Sister Xiuniang has something important to do?"

Ye Wei's face was curious, but she turned her head to take out a long branch.

It was the one that Ouyang Rong saw a few days ago.

The embroidered girl sat on the edge of the bed with her head down, and her right hand with a broken little finger repeatedly folded the corner of the rice paper, which seemed to be a habitual action when she was in a daze or nervous.

She bowed her eyebrows and nodded, not explaining much.

"Then Sister Embroidery should pay attention to safety." Ye Weilai patted the back of her hand.

"Hmm." The embroidery girl smiled lightly.

He shook his head at her, as if to signal that it wasn't dangerous.

The white-haired maid is a little calm.

Xiuniang covered the quilt for the sleeping young man on the bed, got up and took Ye Weilai to the front hall, and instructed her in swordsmanship.

"Master Ancestral Training, unless you are the same as the disciple and marry Zhilan, the alchemy technique cannot be passed on, you can only teach you a few sword moves, and the concubine may not often be by Tanlang's side in the future, so you can learn it in case you need it......"

Ye Weilai followed behind the delicate cook, and remembered her ink on the paper a few days ago and one night.

From that day on, Ye Weilai began to practice a few strange swordsmanship with Xiuniang.

At the same time, thanks to Xie Lingjiang's temporary outing, Meilin's small courtyard can be lit up a little at night, and there is no need to be afraid of revealing the stuffing.

Ye Weilai stayed up late to practice under the supervision of the embroidery lady at night, and the master went out on duty during the day, she also buried herself in the yard and pondered, and ran to the back kitchen from time to time to find the embroidery girl......

So, now there are three watches in the middle of the night.

There was a strange scene in this room.

Under the dim lights.

A little maid wearing a big red belly pocket and obscene pants, fair skin and delicate milk, long snow-white hair tied into two ponytails draped over her shoulders.

She stood in the open space in the middle of the antechamber, a withered branch dancing in her hand, and her little face was very serious.

A dumb woman with delicate eyebrows and eyes, with a quiet posture, like a virgin, sat at the table of the Eight Immortals on the side, leaning against the pale yellow halo emitted by the oil lamp on the table, twisting needles and threads, bowing her head to embroider female red, and holding a cyan men's robe.

From time to time, the mute girl looked up at the white-haired maid with two ponytails practicing her sword, and most of the time, she lowered her head and squinted, focusing on threading the needle and thread, and only listening to the subtle sound of the branches waving, she could shake her head in time to point out the mistake of the white-haired maid's sword moves.

On the other side of the bed, a handsome young man turned over and fell asleep.

The scene on both sides of the house is moving and quiet, and if an outsider sees this scene here, he will be puzzled and strange.

It's a pity that in the faint sandalwood, Ouyang Rong's eyeballs under his eyelids slowly turned, and no one broke his sleepy sleep.

I don't know what I dreamed of......

The embroiderer may not be a Master.

But definitely a comfortable teacher who never blames.

A few sword moves, she came easily, and it was natural.

Ye Weilai is obviously already very smart and clever in Ouyang Rong's mouth, but he still stumbles a lot when he practices these sword moves.

Of course, there may also be reasons why embroiderers can only use but can't teach.

In this regard, the embroidery lady who sat at the table and bowed her head to embroider was very patient and did not criticize her, but for not teaching well, her face sometimes showed guilt and self-blame.

On the contrary, Ye Weilai hurriedly comforted her.

"Sister Xiuniang, look at how my sword is."

At this time, Ye Weilan blinked, she turned around and tiptoed, bent down and sent a sword move posture that seemed to be the chamfer of an antelope.

The tip of the branch made a cracking sound.

There is a look.

The embroidery girl smiled softly, put aside the female red for the time being, and wrote:

"Fabulous.

"Viela is already very powerful.

"It's just that compared to swordsmanship, Wei Lai is more suitable for qi training, it is a leakless body, and it is nourished by the incense in the house day and night.

"It's a pity that the concubine's alchemy can't be taught.

"But it doesn't matter, in fact, the qi cultivation techniques of the other Dao veins are more suitable for Wei Lai."

Ye Wei, who was panting, wiped the sweat on her forehead, leaned her little head to the table, looked carefully at the embroidery girl's show words for a while, and couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Sister Xiuniang used to practice these swordsmanship, how long did it take?"

The embroidery lady thought for a moment and wrote:

"You don't need to practice, they are in your heart, take them out from the concubine body, and give them to Wei Lai."

Ye Weilan was stunned, "So these swordsmanship are all your first creation?" ”

The embroidery lady nodded, her face calm.

Ye Wei leaned on her cheeks and clear eyes, and did not see the slightest hint of showing off her smugness.

The white-haired maid, who was still proud of the "great swordsmanship" a second ago, silently put away the branches, put her hands behind her waist honestly, and swallowed her saliva.

Ye Weilai didn't know that in the eyes of the quiet and delicate girl in front of her, there were no sword moves in this world, and there was no sword move in this world.

Swordsmanship is born.

There is no sword in the corridor.

The embroiderer didn't care about the little girl's shock, lowered her head and continued to embroider in her hands, sewing clothes for the sleeping Tanlang.

With the help of Ye Weilai, a little inner ghost, these clothes she knitted would be worn by Tan Lang in the name of the former.

The mute girl squinted in front of the lamp, sewing stitches and threads, and occasionally glanced in the direction of the bed.

The four fingers of her right hand carefully caressed the tightly stitched fabric of the robe.

Under the dim light, a delicate little face occasionally showed some dazed and happy looks, and then bowed his head silently.

Embroidered for him silently.

Shizun once said four words to her when he was alive.

There is no fate.

In this world, some people can meet and even like it, and it is indeed very fateful.

But it is likely that you do not have the qualifications of the other party.

This is the point that men and women in the world who are blinded by love and fall into the river of love are most likely to ignore.

It is also the reason why most men and women in the world are unhappy.

"Idiot, slashing is not ruthless.

"It is precisely the most affectionate, but it is very clear that there is no fate, so he swings his sword and slashes at himself.

"So less regret and more contentment."

The words of the master back then are still in my ears.

"Ahh The embroidery girl opened her mouth and sighed softly.

On the index finger of the twisted clothes, a bead of blood emerged and slowly became larger.

She sucked on her red lips and fingers, sucked it, and after a while, she twisted the needle and embroidered again, and she was already proficient in a set of movements.

The embroidery girl lowered her head and sniffed.

can enjoy a moment of happiness with him like this, her eyes are already full of contentment, how dare she ask for it again?

remembers that back then, she was still a green plum, and he was still a bamboo horse.

The embroidery lady was like this, sitting in his sick and sleeping room, quietly weaving clothes for him.

"Sister Xiuniang, why are you crying so well?"

Ye Weilai put down the branch, bent down and lowered her head, her eyes turned up to look at the face of the dumb chef who was burying her head in embroidery, and asked in a low voice.

The embroiderer shook her head.

"Nothing." She wrote on paper.

Ye Weilai couldn't help but look at the ink on the paper that was wet with clear liquid droplets, and stopped talking.

"It's not early, the concubine has gone out and will come back later.

"Take care of Tanlang, remember to teach you swordsmanship, please always stand in front of Tanlang."

Xiuniang shook Ye Weilai's little hand, went to the bed again, and was alone with Ouyang Rong, who was lying on her side and closed her eyes, for a while, and left the Meilin courtyard after a while.

Sending away the dumb female cook, at the table, Ye Weilai looked down at the wet marks on the robe.

……

The moon stars are scarce.

The mountain wind is howling.

The embroidery girl silently climbed the steps up the mountain.

On the winding mountain road, at intervals, a bright lantern hangs.

Or hang under the eaves of the lonely pavilion, or hang in front of the door of the hanger, or hang the treetops on the roadside.

It seems to be deliberately illuminated for the pilgrims who go up the mountain.

This mountain road, or this big lonely mountain, has many traces left by monks and pilgrims, but it is very prosperous.

Xiuniang looked up at the mountain top in the distance, and the temple complex was lit up with lights.

That's Donglin Temple.

Coincidentally.

This is where she saved Tan Lang twice.

In fact, this mountain road, for the embroidery girl who has long entered the middle grade of the qi practitioner, can be crossed in an instant and jump to the top of the mountain.

But she still chose to climb the mountain step by step.

Like the pious pilgrims who bathe in incense.

It's just that the embroidery girl is more polite and respectful.

It's like a mountain gate.

Although at present, this Donglin Temple, to this day, may not know that it is a certain mountain gate in the eyes of some people.

By the light of the lanterns in the shading pavilion that Tan Lang likes to rest on the mountainside, the embroidery girl lowered her eyes and browsed the letters from the master again.

On the letterhead, the handwriting of the senior sister was sprinkled, and the pen was domineering.

Obviously, he was just telling her a small thing.

But this letter paper is like a mountain with a high cliff, crumbling by the sharp edge of the pen.

The sword aura of the paper is full of paper.

If there is a hopeful qi practitioner present at this moment, and sees this letter paper as thin as a fine hair, he will definitely feel unbelievable to the owner of this word.

The embroiderer crumpled the letter paper and threw her hand into the mountain wind that crossed her shoulder.

Continue up the hill.

The quaint pavilion behind the calm mute girl swayed in the crumb mountain wind.

On the eaves, there is a row of roof tiles neatly separated in half, as if they have been cut by a knife, and the fracture is neat.

The embroidery lady has long been surprised by the "grandeur" of the senior sister.

She didn't look back all the way and visited the ancient temple at night again.

Xiuniang didn't sneak out of the teacher's door.

A few months ago, in the Pure Land Palace of Donglin Temple, after rescuing Tan Lang, she sent the old man Qiu Qiu, who sang "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable", back to the water prison, and sure enough, she was caught red-handed by the senior sisters.

Originally, she had been grounded by the senior sister, and it was difficult to go out again, but then the peak turned around, she performed well at a grand event held by a division, and the second senior sister interceded for her, exempted from confinement, and even received a strange errand about Longcheng County, so she was able to leave the division again.

However, because as soon as he came to Longcheng County, he was obsessed with cooking for Tanlang and "sleeping and fetching" every night, which caused some delays in the main thing ordered by the master.

Now the senior sister is sending a letter to urge, and her tone is strict.

"Ahh The mute woman sighed softly.

Don't dare to procrastinate.

Otherwise, if the senior sister is attracted to come in person, it will be difficult to end the matter with Tan Lang......

At night, Donglin Temple does not close the mountain.

Because of the famous Jiangnan Road, it is inevitable that some foreign pilgrims will arrive at night, go up the mountain late at night, and enter the temple to worship the Buddha, which is not uncommon.

If you quote the joke of a young county magistrate, it is open at twelve o'clock, and there is no delay in earning incense.

However, the word business is not very good, in the original words of the Master of Good Guidance, this is called the Buddha's compassion, all the time and everywhere to save lost sentient beings.

Donglin Temple is also lit up tonight, and the rows of halls are clean and solemn.

On the incense square, green smoke curls.

From time to time, there are three or two monks, yawning and picking up the lantern to patrol around.

A solemn main hall, at this time in the middle of the night, is not deserted.

There are many figures, gathered in front of the golden Buddha, burning incense and worshipping.

At the front of this group of figures, there is a white-bearded old monk, who is wearing a black monk's robe for a high-ranking monk, and twisting Buddha beads in his hand.

Although the old monk has a single eyelid and small eyes, his eyes are shining, and he looks good, looking like a fairy wind and bones.

"Amitabha, the female benefactor, you are in love, in fact, there is no need to blame yourself so much, according to the old man's many years of experience, it may not be your fault that he has not given birth to a child for a long time, after all, in addition to you, the other concubines of the female benefactor have not been pregnant for a long time.

"What, why is Lao Ne so sure? Without it, only the hand is familiar, the old man sent the nickname of the holy hand of gynecology, these years there are 30 prescriptions for the treatment of women's diseases, famous, pilgrims from all over the world are full of praise.

"For women's diseases, Lao Gao only needs to take a little pulse to know the general situation, and never lies...... Well, the female donor's sleeves are rolled up a little, yes, this is the position, and the old man will take the pulse again......

"There's no mistake, the female donor's pulse is clear and her body is fine...... Yes, please go this way, go to the Guanyin Bodhisattva in the next hall, burn incense and pray for blessings, if you donate some incense money, you can be more spiritual.

"After burning the incense, let's go back first, next time I come, bring Xianggong with me, and the old man enlightens him......"

Master Shandao put his palms together, stood in the center of several female pilgrims who came from afar to worship the Buddha with a solemn face, and concentrated on the golden-bodied Buddha behind the stand-in, and the lost beings in front of him.

However, at this moment, the female benefactor in front of him, who stubbornly wants to have children, wants to observe and study his famous thirty prescriptions for women's diseases.

The master of good guidance lowered his white eyebrows, very helpless, and half-pushed, he shook off a copy from his sleeve, and had to give a copy in his personal name at a friendly price of thirty taels of silver incense money.

And who would have thought that the more reluctant the black-clothed old monk became, the more eager the female donors who came to burn incense and beg for children around them.

For a while, the white silver stunted the eyes of Master Shandao, and he chanted several words of "Amitabha Buddha" in his mouth.

After a while, all the prescriptions for today were sold out, and the enthusiastic female donors scattered and left satisfied.

Master Shandao looked at the backs of the female donors who were full of Buddha light, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief, muttering faintly in his mouth:

"It seems that tomorrow I have to let my hair go down the mountain to print more, hey, why not open a printing workshop, it's also convenient, this is in short supply, but the court seems to stipulate that the people are not allowed to print books privately, you have to report to the county government, or go to the county master to discuss......

"Forget it, the county master Buddha is not sincere, so I still don't look for him......"

Master Shandao shook his head, as if he remembered the bright smiling face of a certain young county magistrate, warm the hall, this well-known Taoist monk couldn't help but shudder, there was no doubt that in case it was profitable, this young magistrate could let the whole world know the name of his gynecological holy hand, just for the best-selling and hot sales.

However, there is one thing to say, Master Shandao thinks that this young county magistrate has indeed done a good job in governing for the people, better than the previous ones, and the only drawback is that he does not respect the Buddha very much, or in other words, he does not take the Buddha as an outsider.

But sometimes the Buddha doesn't have anything to spare.

Master Shandao sighed helplessly, drove away these worldly distractions, and turned his face to continue to receive the few remaining pilgrims in the main hall.

"Amitabha, this male benefactor, may I ask whether to burn incense to worship the Buddha, or to ask for a sign to solve doubts, what? To interpret dreams? Tonight's dream?

“…… Wait, donor, you said you were also here to ask for a son? I have already worshiped Guanyin Bodhisattva, and I stayed in this temple overnight, and I dreamed that Guanyin Bodhisattva entered the benefactor's bedding? So run to interpret dreams? Do you want to ask if this is an auspicious sign that requires the child to succeed? This...... This ......"

Master Shandao opened his mouth, looked at the ecstatic infertile male pilgrim in front of him, was speechless for a long time, and said quietly:

"Donor, Guanyin Bodhisattva is a woman and a man."

Male pilgrim: "......"

After a stick of incense, he finally sent away the last of these unreliable male pilgrims who had spring dreams, and the master of Shandao raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve.

Master Shandao looked at the empty hall without moving, the hand holding the Buddha beads reached out, quietly shook the sinking incense box, and just wanted to open it and count it carefully, but he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure outside the door.

The old monk immediately greeted him and saluted solemnly: "Amitabha, this female charity...... Female Bodhisattva, visiting late at night, is it to burn incense to worship the Buddha, or to ask for a sign to solve doubts? ”

The embroidery girl nodded, shook her head again, and walked into the main hall.

(End of chapter)