Seeing that his father was angry, He Zhuowu also hurriedly stood up, but refused to bow his head, and asked loudly, "Why not?"

At this time, Lan Hui, who had been listening from behind, hurriedly ran out, supported He Jingting, who was panting with anger, and rubbed his chest gently.

"You two have something to say, don't be in a hurry!"

He Jingting trembled and pointed at He Zhuowu: "Hui'er, have you heard? This kid is going to marry the Qinglou woman even if he doesn't marry Duxue!"

This is naturally what He Zhuowu must do!

"Dad, Sister Sisi is not a Qinglou girl, she is a good girl like Sister Twilight!"

"Shut up for me!" He Jingting was almost angry, "On weekdays, you just go in and out of the fireworks land for her, and I can't bear the gossip of my He family because of this, and now you actually want to marry her into the door, and compare her with Twilight Snow, what kind of ecstasy soup did you pour into her?"

"Okay, okay, the child is young and ignorant, persuade slowly, persuade slowly. ”

Lan Hui helped He Jingting sit down while glaring at He Zhuo's military envoy.

He Zhuowu is also a strong temper, so he will not give in, but he is worried that his father will be angry and hurt his body, so he no longer talks back, and only turns his head aside.

Lan Hui pulled He Zhuowu aside.

"Wu'er, I don't blame your father for annoying you.

Today, Twilight and her father came early in the morning, for the sake of the marriage between the two families, and turned out the story of your eldest brother's repentance, and said that Twilight herself is also interested in you!

Your father sees that you and Twilight get along very well on weekdays, and thinks you won't object, so he agrees.

I didn't expect you to come out like this, even I was scared!

You believe Erniang once, women understand women best, Sisi is far from being as simple as it seems, and Twilight Snow is the best choice!

Erniang and your father won't hurt you!"

He Zhuowu believed that his father and Erniang were for his good, but he didn't understand why they all thought Sisi was bad, and the more they said this, the more he resisted.

He Jingting's mood gradually calmed down, looked at his son who was frozen there, and said, "This matter is so decided, I will personally take you to the Zhao family early tomorrow morning to propose!"

He Zhuowu shook his head, and said in a dejected voice: "Since you don't agree with me marrying Sisi, then I won't marry Sister Duxue, and I can't kiss me this way!"

He Jingting's anger rekindled, he picked up the teacup and smashed it to the ground, and shouted: "If you shouldn't do this family business today, get out of the He family for me, I should have never given birth to your son!"

After saying this, He Jingting regretted it, no one knew this son's temper better than him.

Sure enough, He Zhuowu's face immediately put on an expression of "Let's go, what can I do?", turned his head and left!

"You stop me!" He Jingting shouted, but where could he stay?

Lan Hui wanted to chase after him, but He Jingting drank again: "Don't stop him, let him go!"

Seeing that his son was gone, He Jingting sat down on the chair as if he was deflated, and said to Lan Hui weakly: "Let Du Jiaoxi chase him back!"

Lan Hui really wanted to blame him for a few words, but seeing his pitiful appearance, she was very reluctant, so she only sighed and said, "Why do you say you are doing this?" and hurriedly called Du Chong to go.

I don't want Du Chong to go back to the house after only a while: "Wu'er rode the black wind, I really can't keep up, I don't know where to go now! Master, madam, you rest first, I'll wait for the horse to prepare and then bring a few more people to look for him." ”

He Jingting was extremely distressed, and nodded with difficulty.

Lan Hui told again: "Then it's hard to teach and practice! Be sure to get Wu'er back!"

"Madam, don't worry! Du Chong is going!"

......

With the resentment of running away from home, He Zhuowu spurred his horse and galloped, which was a direction he chose at random without a purpose, but found that he had unconsciously come to the front of the hometown building.

Is it to elope with Sisi? This is indeed his character.

It's just that Sisi has a word first, he wants to marry into the He family in a dignified manner, and he swears a promise, how can he open the mouth of elopement?

He didn't know what to do, he didn't know where to go, he had never felt so tired since he was born, and the hesitation in his chest made his head gradually dizzy.

As he was in a daze, a few drums rang out from Muqi Mountain in the distance.

The sound of the drum was light but clear, He Zhuowu came back to his senses, and suddenly had a vague idea in his heart, and patted the horse's back gently.

Although his master did not point out the direction, Black Wind seemed to understand his master's thoughts very well, and spread his hooves and headed straight west......

On the dragon road of Muqi Mountain, He Zhuowu rode his horse up the road.

The mountain breeze at night was cool, He Zhuowu's head was much clearer, and the vague thought in his heart gradually became clear and firm.

He slowed down his horse and walked slowly, looking up at the moon and stars in the night sky, and then looking at the night scene around him by the moonlight.

There are many wild flowers and trees on both sides of the mountain road, and He Zhuowu usually likes to walk his horse slowly on the mountain road when he goes up and down the mountain to enjoy the grass and trees along the way.

Somehow, today these flowers and plants are all drooping their heads, dejected, and listless!

He Zhuowu looked at it and said with a wry smile: "What's the matter? Isn't it true that you can also feel the mood of my passers-by, and you are not happy with me?"

I don't know if there is a wind passing by, the grass and trees beside He Zhuowu seem to be nodding slightly.

"Haha......" He Zhuowu couldn't help laughing, "This is not mine!

After saying that, he clamped his legs, and with a "——!" urged the horse to gallop towards the mountain, and the flowers and trees behind him actually straightened their waists very obediently, restoring their usual cheerfulness......

In the Daxiong Treasure Hall of Wanmu Temple, the abbot of Zhixin is taking his disciples to do evening classes.

A young monk walked lightly to Zhixin's side from outside the hall and whispered, "Master, outside the mountain gate, the second prince asks to see him." ”

Zhixin's closed eyes didn't intend to open, and he said slowly, "What time is it?"

"Master, it's almost time. ”

"The rules of my temple, after the Shen time, close the door and thank the guests! Have you forgotten, Qiande?"

Qiande wanted to defend and said: "The apprentice thought that the second son of He was familiar with the master, so he ......"

Zhixin raised his hand to interrupt Qiande's words, opened his eyes and glared at Qiande and said, "Rules are rules, no one can be bad!" The tone was very harsh, and Qiande didn't dare to say it again, although he didn't understand why the always kind master was angry because of this.

Zhixinfu closed his eyes again and said calmly: "Go and reply to Lord He, and ask him to come back tomorrow." ”

"Yes, Master!"

Zhixin continued to recite the scriptures with his disciples, but before he could read half of the scriptures, there was a sudden commotion in the front hall!

In confusion, a short and fat monk stumbled in, shouting as he ran: "No, it's not good, Master, then the donor has broken in...... The mountain gate has already entered the Heavenly King's Palace!"

Zhixin was shocked, he didn't know why this He Zhuowu had to break into the temple gate, this was one of them; second, the people who were sent to guard the mountain gate in the temple were all good hands in the current temple, and they couldn't stop him?

Look at the short and fat monk again, the left eye was punched with a fist-sized black circle, and the right mouth was bulging with a large lump!

Zhixin frowned and said, "Qiandao, how did you get hurt like this?"

Qiandao's mouth was so swollen that he couldn't speak clearly: "That, that donor...... With so much strength and strength, I can't beat him with Senior Brother Qian, Senior Brother Qiande!"

"What about Qiande?"

Qiandao rubbed his mouth and said slowly: "Senior Brother Qiande has also been injured a little, and he is entangled with the two senior brothers of the Heavenly King Palace, Qianguo and Qianregret, with the donor!"

"I'm rude!

Huo Di, a monk in the prime of life, stood up.

This monk has a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and he looks vicious, only to see that he has a black face and no beard, thick eyebrows and heart, a leopard's head and eyes, a wide nose and a big mouth, and he is about to go out of the hall when he scolds.

"Slow!" Zhixin drank the monk's words, "Qianjue, you take the junior disciples to continue to do their homework, and I will meet him in person!"

“...... Yes, Uncle Shi!"

This Qianjue expression was a little unwilling, but he was still obedient.

When Zhixin arrived, the fight in the Heavenly King's Hall had already ended, and I saw that the incense case had overturned and the offerings were scattered!

He Zhuowu stomped Qiande on the ground with his left foot, and sandwiched the other two monks under his armpits with one of his arms.

Pity the three monks, struggling by themselves, but unable to break free.

"He, what a good means! Don't stop?" Zhixin was angry and shocked.

When He Zhuowu saw that the abbot had arrived, he snorted, withdrew his feet, turned his arms up, and put down Qianguo and Qianregret steadily.

As soon as the three monks got out, they each took a step back, still surround He Zhuowu in a triangular situation, but they just put their posture in a good position, but they didn't dare to step forward.

The Qiande monk only raised his left palm, and his right arm hung down softly at his side, which should be dislocated.

"Master, what kind of temple rules are you? It's so unreasonable! Why don't you want to see guests before you sleep?" He Zhuowu said angrily.

Seeing that this second prince of He had the meaning of suing the wicked first, Zhixin did not get angry but laughed: "As soon as the time of Shen passes, the door is closed, and there is no guest accommodation in the temple! This is the temple rule established by the poor monk when he took over the temple 20 years ago, as for why it was established, the poor monk does not need to explain to the donor. However, the donor broke into the temple at night and hurt the people of our temple, but he wanted to give an explanation to the poor monks. I'm afraid I'm not going to finish that game with the poor monk, right?"

He Zhuowu didn't fail to hear the anger in Zhixin's quipping words, but he waved his hand pretending not to understand.

"Playing chess is a small thing, but there will be many opportunities in the future. I'm here for a very special and great event!"

"Oh, the donor said, come and listen. Zhixin was starting to get a little curious.

"Master, I'm going to become a monk here!"