You Xiaowu chuckled in his heart.

Secluded, which secluded?

It can't be the gloom he thinks, right?

You Xiaowu hurriedly kicked on the stool, straightened his body vigorously, and looked down at the female cultivator. She has low sideburns, obliquely inserted jasper snow willow hairpins, wears a smoky jade chain around her neck, shaves shoulders and thin waist, and wears a smoky blue long skirt, the long skirt is swaying to the ground, the cuffs are intertwined, and she steps on a pair of cyan silk shoes.

She ran her hair through her hair and looked up slightly, her eyes puzzled.

You Xiaowu opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to speak.

At this time, the voice of the senior sister came from behind him.

"My grandfather? Where? ”

After the four statues finished walking the streets of Jingmingfang, a trace of panic flashed in You Xiaowu's eyes, blocking in front of the senior sister, his limbs swinging, his mind was a mess, and he couldn't sort out his thoughts.

Heguang raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at him, this kid, stupid? Am I starting too hard?

She squeezed You Xiaowu out of the way and looked out the window, not seeing her grandfather, but seeing the prey she had been waiting for for a long time.

The willow is quiet.

You Xiaowu leaned aside, his pupils widened, he picked up a seven-back ointment, chewed it, chewed it, and didn't know how to swallow it. He wanted to open his mouth to explain his unusual behavior, but he heard the senior sister say it with deep meaning.

"My family's ancestor is not Liu Youyou."

You Xiaowu swallowed the seven-back ointment in one gulp, resisted the greasy taste in his mouth, and wanted to explain, but the float statue passed by, and accidentally hit Liu Youyou.

Senior Sister didn't give him a chance to speak, "You Xiaowu, open your eyes wide and take a closer look." ”

The words of the senior sister contain the effect of the breeze of the scriptures, and the aura in the room is rippling. You Xiaowu was stunned, curled up his fingers, and was at a loss.

He knew that this sentence was more than just the surface, but he couldn't see it clearly, and what was hidden under this meaning was to warn him. He lowered his head, listless.

"I..."

There was a knock on the door.

"Fellow Daoist, your pole has fallen."

He Guang clapped his hands and said, "Whoever has hit this roof has played just right." ”

You Xiaowu lowered his head, the wooden door was pushed open, and a pair of feet wearing cyan silk shoes entered the field of vision, and a large piece of lotus was embroidered on the upper of the shoe.

His eyes gradually rose with the cherry blossoms, his delicate lips were like blood, and his eyes were like autumn water.

He opened his mouth, and just as he wanted to reply, a cold hand touched the top of his head, and the cold touch went along his hair, hitting the Tianling Acupoint, making him shiver.

"You Xiaowu, have you seen it?"

This sentence is like a warning bell, like the King Kong bell that rings in August every year, which is deafening and ringing.

You Xiaowu was smart, his back was instantly soaked, the whole person and his whole brain seemed to have been fished out of the water, and the world in his eyes seemed to be separated by a layer of water curtain, and now the water curtain faded back, and the color became vivid, restoring the original appearance of the world.

He looked at Liu Youyou steadily, his sideburns were crooked by him, slanted like the crooked neck tree under the mountain, his thin eyebrows were bent like the Wang Bazi he wrote when he was a child, his cold white complexion, and his scarlet lips seemed to have just swallowed a person.

Her bloody lips opened slightly, revealing her hideous tiger teeth, "Daoyou, are you okay?" ”

You Xiaowu touched the back of his head, it hurt sullenly, as if he had just woken up from a dream, he said in a daze: "Senior sister, I can see it clearly." ”

Kazuko stroked his hair, "Good." ”

She narrowed her eyes and looked at Liu Youyou.

has outstanding appearance, but it can't reach the level of seducing souls.

Could it be that they like her inside?

As soon as she saw Liu Youyou, she didn't like it very much, she thought it, it sounded good, this woman was rude, it was ugly, this woman had no vision.

Since entering the door, Liu Youyou has not even given himself a look.

However, she was the one who had the highest cultivation in the present.

This woman ignores herself, either trying to get away with it, or she really has no brains.

The way to suppress people has long been old, and Heguang doesn't like it, otherwise she wouldn't be able to get along with Mo Changgeng.

However, relying on the level of cultivation to determine the seniors and juniors, this unspoken rule is eternal to the present.

Regardless of cultivation, when it comes to the relationship between her and You Xiaowu's senior sister and brother, Liu Youyou doesn't even mean to nod, she and You Xiaowu are both wearing the disciple clothes of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect.

For example, when you visit a friend's house and meet your friend's family, isn't the first greeting to the other party's elders? How can there be a reason to ignore the elders and only greet friends. Anyway, you should ask.

When Heguang visited the Great Yan Sect, he deliberately skipped Liu Youyou's master and only went to the mission hall, and he didn't know if he didn't see it. But when Yuanji appeared, she greeted with a smile.

Now, Kazuko is looking at Liu Youyou with interest, it's really...

It's so interesting.

Lishu cares for You Xiaowu thoughtfully, turning a blind eye to himself.

Is she polite? Or is it no etiquette?

You Xiaowu chatted with Liu Youyou awkwardly, and several times he glanced at her and motioned her to stop, and there was a fierce god standing next to him. But as if she hadn't seen it, she teased him if his eyes were shy.

Shy ghost.

Makes the eyes cramp quickly.

Until the senior sister impatiently took out the rosary, You Xiaowu hurriedly interrupted the conversation, pushed the senior sister to him, and asked her to deal with Liu Youyou.

"This is my senior sister, the light of angry Zen."

You Xiaowu added an accent to the three words of anger and Zen.

Kazuko's eyes never took off Liu Youyou's body, she was really curious about this person.

After the conversation was interrupted by You Xiaowu, a trace of stunnedness crossed Liu Youyou's eyes, and he disappeared again, and he couldn't see it if he didn't look carefully. There was a smile on her cheeks, the corners of her eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of her mouth were tilted down a few degrees.

Her eyes moved from You Xiaowu to herself, and the process seemed to be in slow motion, revealing that I was unhappy from beginning to end, and she didn't hide it at all. However, at the moment when Kazuko met her eyes, her face was flushed with heat again.

This change, Kazuko can't understand, whether she is happy or unhappy.

Liu Youyou smiled, "Hello senior sister, my name is Liu Youyou, and my family teacher is Yuanji Zhenjun of the Great Yan Sect." ”

The tip of Heguang's eyebrows moved slightly, a smile bloomed on his face, and he took over the conversation, "It turns out that the senior sister is the senior apprentice of Yuanji's predecessors. But I was wondering in my heart, is this senior sister pulling the relationship, or is pulling the relationship, but what is the relationship between them.

However, the junior sister is good, this generation is wonderful, and the pit is still dug by herself.

With Heguang's hand behind his back, he turned his rosary, "Senior sister, the Ji Zenzi I sent is with you, and I have something to convey to him." ”

Liu Youyou's eyebrows bent downward, making a helpless gesture, and his tone contained an understanding of Ji Chanzi, "There is a platform in the lobby, Ziye has to go on stage to play a song, I persuaded him, but it was useless." ”

Ji Chanzi, commonly known as Ji Ziye.

She lifted the curtain and heard the storyteller's powerful words.

When it was too late, a murderer pounced on Ji Chanzi, and Liu Youyou swept his sleeves away to save Ji Chanzi. Ji Chanzi raised his head, and in the mist of blood, a female cultivator came fluttering, her skirt fluttering. Bright eyes and bright teeth, sinking fish and geese, like a fairy descending to earth. Ji Chanzi, who was forgetful, covered his pounding chest, he knew that he was tempted. ”

The sound of the piano is murmuring, and the aftersound is lingering.

Liu Youyou's face flushed and returned to the private room.

You Xiaowu poked his head out from behind Heguang, pointed to the pianist behind the storyteller, and said, "He is Ji Chanzi." ”

The luthier sits cross-legged on the ground, with a pair of guqin between his knees, his slender fingers caressing the strings. He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the piano slightly, a pair of sword eyebrows stubbornly raised to the temples.

He was dressed in a mortal coarse linen robe, with a straight back and a wide open neckline, revealing a strong chest and lower abdomen.

I saw the storyteller continue yesterday's topic, and said loudly: "Ask what the world is like, and teach people to promise life and death." Everyone knows that Ji Zenzi is a Zen who forgets his feelings. What is the practice of forgetfulness? What is cultivated is the mortal dust, the love is cut off, and the preaching is soaring. ”

But this cold-faced and cold-hearted Ji Chanzi fell in love with Liu Youyou, abandoned the avenue for her, and returned to the world. What kind of love is this? Heaven and earth, unique. In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth I wish to be a branch. The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred lasts forever. ”

The sound of the piano is dashing and sonorous.

The door slammed shut with a pop.

It's so embarrassing, I really want to find a hole to get into.

Heguang patted his red and hot cheeks, outsiders couldn't listen to it, how could Ji Zenzi play the piano so hard, wasn't he ashamed?

You Xiaowuhong smoked, and the hand that poured the tea couldn't stop shaking.

Kazumitsu took a deep breath and opened the door again.

"In front of the shallow wine people, the nephrite lamp hugs, and there is always affection when looking back into the embrace. In pain, he pushed Lang lightly, and gradually heard the trembling sound, and was slightly frightened. Try and change the longitudinal, there is no seam, this time the flavor is upside down, moving, arms together, lips together, tongues playing. ”

The note gradually becomes lower and gentle, lingering, and the tone is in the middle of the pitch.

Gan.

Kazuko wiped his nose, it was too exciting. I don't feel anything when I listen to obscene poetry and songs in Qinglou, and when the parties are there, the stimulation is up.

No, she couldn't listen to it anymore.

Isn't he forgetful?

Look at this, it's not like the Zen of forgetfulness, but it is comparable to the Zen of joy.

Kazumitsu poured a cup of tea, "Are you sure it's Ji Zenzi who plays the little song at the bottom?" ”

Aren't all forgetful Zen cold-hearted and cold-hearted? Lowering his eyes, glancing down at the corners of his mouth, it is the same as being made in a mold, there is only the difference between what is good and what is wasted, when did such a strange thing appear?

You Xiaowu replied dryly: "Well, Ji Zenzi cultivates the ancient school of forgetfulness and takes the route of a debauchery hermit. ”

And the light: Hermit is not good to say that hermit is not good, debauchery is real debauchery.

The Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect focuses on cultivating the mind, and each Zen has the characteristics of each Zen, such as anger Zen is easy to get mad, joy Zen is upside down, and gluttonous Zen can't stop talking. Every disciple of Zen wants to practice diligently, and he will unconsciously ponder the characteristics of the Zen master and try to lean in the direction of the Zen master.

It's okay to say that other Zen can only rely on one appearance if you rely on the Zen master who forgets your feelings.

"Master Zhang Chan is taking the route of being cold-hearted and cold-lunged, that is, Ji Chanzi is different from him."

At this time, an impassioned word came from outside the door.

"Fellow Daoist, come out and see! The eldest wife and the third wife are fighting! Do you want to place a bet? Pressing Ji Zenzi or pressing Xiao Yucheng? ”