"In addition, the poor monk will keep the benefactor's secret. ”

There is no need to draw a heart, and Guang Tongchen has guessed her scruples in her heart, and said in a deep voice. Under the bright sky, he smiled as warm as jade with the light and dust.

The painting heart was very surprised, how could this monk be so powerful, he could always accurately guess her thoughts, such a tacit understanding of the same mind, even Jun Yi back then could not compare with him.

It's an amazing feeling.

The painting did not speak, bent his eyes, and smiled.

The two laughed knowingly.

One smiled softly, and the other smiled charmingly.

"Ahead is Qingyin Mountain. He Guang Tongchen pointed to the vast and majestic mountain shadow in the distance to show the painting heart.

Seeing a green mountain far away, hidden in the smoke, the painting did not hesitate to praise, "Well, looking at the green mountains and faint green water, it doesn't look like a place of poor mountains and bad waters." ”

"Because Qingyin Mountain is surrounded by Qingyin Lake, it is deeply blessed by the family teacher, and it is a unique place with beautiful mountains and rivers in this Qingcheng. ”

This is the second time that Heguang Tongchen has mentioned his teacher, although the painting heart is curious, but seeing Heguang Tongchen's solemn face and distant eyes every time he mentions it, he doesn't know how to probe the secrets of other people's hearts at will, so he just looks up and smiles at Heguang Tongchen.

quipped, "Then my master, you can recognize that it is not a loss, don't say that a mountain is green, in time, as a teacher, you can be allowed to have a beautiful city." ”

With the light and the dust turned his head sideways, I saw the woman in front of her wearing a fox fur covered with snow and silver, and a beautiful manzhu flower was scorching between her sideburns, which made her beautiful eyes flow and shuangxia, and the bright color was so dazzling that people couldn't take their eyes off.

However, what really moved Heguang Tongchen was the compassion hidden in her eyes, as well as the calm mind of the peerless elegance, "I wish you a city with beautiful mountains and clear waters" This kind of proverb came out of her delicate mouth, but he believed it.

"What are you looking at?" Seeing that Heguang Tongchen was staring at her directly, he couldn't help but blush, and saw that his eyes were clear and open, without a trace of blasphemy and offense, and said with a smile, "Could it be that I am more beautiful than your master?"

"The poor monk is looking at what kind of flower the donor has on his head. He Guang Tongchen closed his eyes slightly, the red as blood-like beautiful flowers, he seemed to have seen them somewhere, inexplicably familiar, irresistibly attracted.

Huaxin stretched out his hand to pluck the manzhu flower on his sideburns, and handed it to Heguang Tongchen with a smile, so that he could see it more clearly, "Manzhu Shahua, also called the other side flower, is it beautiful?"

He Guang Tongchen stretched out his hand to take Man Zhuhua, and a familiar feeling immediately spread throughout his body, hitting his heart. His fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly, and although he didn't have any memories of the flower, his intuition told him that the flower must have a relationship with him, otherwise he wouldn't have had such a strong sense of it.

It resonates not only physically, but also spiritually.

It's like the missing piece of heart in his chest, and it's like a forgotten memory of his life.

"Where does this flower come from?" Inexplicably, He Guang Tongchen had a pure liking for this demon flower between his fingers.

"This flower ......" Huaxin looked at the Manzhu flower and remembered Jiuyou, thinking of Jiuyou, he couldn't help but think of the dry bones and rotten limbs in that place, and suddenly he was excited, "You still don't want to know the origin of this flower, otherwise, you won't think it's beautiful." ”

"The poor monk has always liked to study novel medicinal materials, this flower poor monk has never seen before, I don't know if the donor can give it to the poor monk?"

He Guang Tongchen used a light wind Jiyue from the head to ask for the painting, the painting didn't think much about it, smiled lightly, and teased, "If this flower can also be used in medicine, save the life and help the wounded, it can be regarded as doing good deeds and accumulating virtue to atone for sins, how much do you need at that time, although you want it with me." ”

The laughter is as beautiful as a silver bell.

He Guang Tongchen held the manzhu flower in his hand, his mind was in a trance, his eyes drifted away, and he was speechless for a while.

The sedan chair was carried all the way to Qingyin Mountain until it stopped a hundred steps away from the Qing Tower. It is not because the mountain road is steep, the jade steps are slippery, and the Qinglou is difficult to get on, but because he lives alone with the light, has a pure heart and few desires, and has always been happy and quiet.

After getting off the sedan chair, the painting heart looked up and saw hundreds of stone platforms, steep and towering, and zigzag and secluded, and could not see the end at a glance.

Huaxin had seen how extravagant Shuyi was in Wuxinju, but it wasn't until she went up to Qingyin Mountain and entered the Qinglou that she knew what a rich world was. Silver as soil, jasper for the forest, gold and stone paving, pearl and emerald flowers, smoke and clouds lingering, high pavilion forest, compared to the fairy world of Qionglou Yuyu, not much better.

The rain has stopped, and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers blooming after the rain. Stepping on a jade step, the eyes are full of clear greenery, birds and flowers, such as a fairyland.

Such wealth, the painting remembered the word "poor monk" hanging on his lips with light and dust open and closed, and almost laughed out loud, seeing that Nan Duli was still there, he was afraid of losing his identity as a teacher, and he endured the smile again.

"I see that the mountains are beautiful and rich, but they are not as poor and poor as you say. Walking and walking, the painting heart couldn't help it, and secretly laughed that this monk lived in a splendid nest of wealth, but he was still full of sighs and sorrows.

"These golden nests and silver horns are now the most worthless in Qingcheng, what Qingcheng lacks is the five grains, cotton, linen and silk brocade that can make the people of Li people have food and clothing, and what they lack is a good climate that can save the people from illness and make all things flourish. ”

He Guang Tongchen glanced at the painting heart lightly, and his tone was low. In the same garden, what the painter saw was a garden full of pearls and emeralds, but what he saw was a barren land, and the whole city was so barren that there were only gold, silver, and pearls that could not be eaten, clothed, or cured or saved lives.

The reason why Qingcheng has outstanding medical skills is because for thousands of years, after experiencing too many disasters and diseases, the people of Qingcheng have groped out of the bones of their predecessors step by step in order to survive. The most precious thing in this city is not the gold and silver jewelry, but the tender sprouts that can stubbornly break through the soil in the barren land.

"But with all this money, can't you go out and exchange for food?" Huaxin still remembers the first lesson Yu Xi gave her when she came to the world, and money was used to exchange for food.

"Master has been in hiding from the world for a long time, and I think I probably don't know the current situation in the world. "Because Nan Dusk is away, He Guang Tongchen looks like a respectful teacher, but he is dressed up decently.

"Oh, what's the situation today?"

Huaxin asked casually, knowing that 10,000 years have passed, and the world must have undergone earth-shaking changes, and although she has been in the mortal world for more than a month, she has not yet taken out to understand the overall situation of the world.

To be precise, her old man only thinks about romance and love, and she doesn't think about what she cares about her family and the world.