Monk Puzhen was stunned for a moment, and then said, "It should be ...... It's still alive, the poor monk has been away from Chang'an for many years, and he has never seen Queen Chunyuan again, so he only wishes the Bodhisattva to bless him. ”

Lu Zhen fell to the ground and knelt opposite the old monk, "Then please, take me to meet her!"

Monk Puzhen seemed to be in trouble, and he tried to find the shadow of the past from his long memory.

He pinched the rosary in his hand and muttered for a moment, "Lao Wei vaguely remembers that Empress Chunyuan was locked up in a courtyard at the west end of Daming Palace. In order to prevent people from watching, the eunuchs also deliberately cut down the paulownia trees that grew quite densely around the courtyard. ”

After hearing this, Lu Zhen hurriedly said: "Since the trees there have been cut down, even after more than twenty years, I should still be able to find some traces, and ask the master to take me to see my mother!"

The thought of her biological mother still suffering in the deep courtyard of the palace made her nose sore and wanted to cry.

She hated herself a little, and thought: "I have been in the palace for so many years, and I don't even know the news that my mother was beaten into the cold palace. If I had known about it earlier, I would have fought to the death to see her. ”

Perhaps because of the indifference she suffered at home since she was a child, she has a particularly passionate thirst for love, and she faintly longs for love from her mother, whom she has never met. My mother once went crazy because of her, and she should love her to the extreme.

Cao Dongli squatted down, gently hugged Lu Zhen's shoulder, and persuaded: "Ah Zhen, don't be excited, let's take our time in everything." ”

But where did Lu Zhen still have the heart to stay here, she couldn't wait to see her mother in the next moment, "Master, can you help me find my mother?"

"Amitabha, these are all sins committed by poor monks back then. Even if the difficulty is great, the poor monk is willing to accompany the Zhen donor, and the Zhen donor invites it!"

He and Lu Zhen stood up one after another.

Lu Zhen was filled with joy and sorrow in her heart, sad that her mother's fate was so miserable, and happy that she might have the opportunity to see her mother again. As for her adoptive father Lu Yi's revenge, she naturally wants to take revenge, but it is not the most urgent thing at the moment, so she can put it back.

All this changed only because of the sudden appearance of the monk Puzhen.

Cao Dongli saw all this in his eyes, and he touched the head of the black cat on his shoulder.

The black cat arched its back, stretched long, and then shook himself vigorously, and the rain that stuck to his fur splashed and shook him in the face.

Pu Zhen greeted the apprentice Jingsi monk standing behind him, and the two jumped and flew up the tiles one after another.

Pu Zhen looked at Cao Dongli on the ground, and asked with concern: "Dare to ask Master Cao Shi's heartache, is there still an obstacle at the moment, do you need the help of the poor monk?"

Cao Dongli smiled coldly, "It's just a disease of moss, and you don't need to worry about your predecessors." “

He didn't want to give in in front of this person, so he forcibly endured the pain in his chest and picked up Ah Zhen, and jumped on the eaves with a light foot, like an arrow from the string.

Pu Zhen bowed his head lightly and praised: "What a handsome kung fu!"

He couldn't help but be shocked when he saw that this young man was only twenty-six or seventeen years old, and that his martial arts had reached such an ingenious realm. Fortunately, he has been practicing in Zen for many years, and he has already honed his state of mind as calm as water, so he did not show surprise on his face.

And when it comes to real kung fu, he thinks he is still on this Cao Dong fence. If this young man wants to catch up with him, I am afraid that he will not be able to train hard for more than ten years.

The cultivation of the monk Jingsi is obviously not as good as that of the master, and he is so shocked that he can't close his mouth. He was glad that he hadn't rushed forward to attack Cao Dongli before, otherwise he was afraid that he would not be able to please him.

He couldn't help but scold: "Cao Donglian, you are not sincere, you actually conceal your martial arts!"

Cao Dongli ignored the reaction of the two, and only smiled slightly. He wanted to deter the two monks, lest they have bad intentions towards him and Ah Zhen.

He unbuttoned his robe, wrapped it around Ah Zhen, and said softly: "After I run, the wind will be very strong, and you are prone to catching a cold, so hug me tighter." “

His figure flashed, but he left an afterimage on the spot, and the person had already rushed out of two feet away with Ah Zhen in his arms.

The second monk was secretly surprised in his heart, but he didn't say anything. The four of them walked quickly on the roof tiles of the Dead Man's Street, and after a short time, they had already left the Dead Man's Street and ran on the big hut in Chang'an City. There are more and more pavilions on the road, and it is not far from the palace.

The night rain was very thick, and Pu Zhen deliberately wanted to show his kung fu, since he became famous for decades, this was the first time he did this in front of future generations.

His feet seemed slow, but each step was extremely far. In an instant, he was already dozens of steps ahead of Cao Dongli.

"Ah Zhen, hold it tight. Of course, Cao Dongli refused to lag behind, and the pace immediately accelerated. He and Monk Puzhen became more and more ill, and soon left the less skilled Monk Jingsi far behind.

Seeing that he could still run so fast with a person in his arms, Pu Zhen frowned slightly, recited a Buddha name in his mouth, and then performed his own dripping skill.

His internal force can be called the softest in the world, and after his dantian luck, his internal force was condensed on the monk's robe, so that all the rain falling from the sky slipped by. The monk's robe swelled in the wind, but it was as dry as usual.

Cao Dongli smiled slightly, "The seniors have extraordinary martial arts, so they have to show their ugliness." “

The five fingers of his right hand were lightly opened, and the extremely thin and narrow sword on his back unsheathed and flew out on its own, and the hilt fell into his palm.

He held the thin sword in his hand and said, "This sword is called Artemisia Xing, and it moves because of qi!"

With a flick of his hand, the thin sword called "Artemisia Xing" rose out of his hand, swirling in the air continuously, dancing impenetrably, enveloping him and Ah Zhen like an umbrella, separating all the raindrops that rushed in.

Ah Zhen looked at the silver shining light curtain above her head, and felt that this wet rainy night was so ingenious, like a dream. She hugged Cao Donglian's back tightly, pressed her chest against his, felt his heart beating, and imagined that this moment could last forever.

Monk Puzhen's eyes were staring at the thin sword flying in the air, his expression was slightly stunned, but his feet were still walking like flying, and he sighed: "It is worthy of being a good sword, if it is really moving like a shadow, even if the autumn finch flies on the artemisia grass, think about it is nothing more than that!"

He previously thought that his martial arts were much higher than Cao Donglian, but now he didn't dare to make a conclusion. He had already seen that this person's kung fu was three points on his body and seven points on his sword, so he should be regarded as the first-class top-notch swordsman in the world!

Cao Dongli snorted coldly in his nose, "The name of this sword comes from the famous article "Artemisia Lixing" by Emperor Wei Wu, the ancestor of the Cao family. The people are one in a hundred, and the thought breaks people's intestines'. The reason why this sword is agile is because it penetrates the state of mind of white bones and broken intestines and thousands of miles of desolation. “

"Oh, the sword also has a state of mind? The poor monk thinks that the sword is just a dead thing made of iron, how can there be such a statement?"

In his opinion, the only person in the world who can be called the great master of swordsmanship is Li Zi, the king of Kui. What Cao Dongli said is undoubtedly a bit deviant, if Li Zi hears it, I don't know what he will think?

"I think the sword has a state of mind, and that is what it is. Cao Dongli raised his chin slightly.

At this moment, his pride was revealed.

He suddenly stopped, "I suddenly want to understand one thing, the master is using a tiger to leave the mountain, right? You are deliberately leading me away from the street of the dead!"

Seeing that he refused to move forward, Pu Zhen had to stop, "Amitabha, what is the explanation for daring to ask Lord Cao Shi's words?"

Zai Xia suddenly remembered that the Nine Poisons Old Immortal had a beard when he was on the Khitan grassland, and it was very thick. This is not a normal thing for a person who has been in the palace before. Cao Dongli said with a smile.

Pu Zhen pondered for a moment and said, "Perhaps...... His so-called self-palace back then was fake, right?"

"The palace is heavily inspected, and it is impossible for the palace to cheat. Cao Dongli shook his head, "I'm afraid it's because he has practiced some kind of magic skill that can gradually restore his body." ”

"Amitabha, I'm afraid that there are no such weird magic skills in the whole world, Master Cao thought about it a lot. Pu Zhen stood quietly in the night wind, like a withered willow, and his face showed a hint of tiredness.