Above the night, a bright full moon hangs high in the sky, sprinkling countless quiet silver whites.

At this time, on the long street outside the inn, there was a plain white color, and it was impossible to tell whether it was moonlight or snow, and two figures walked one after the other on the street. Through the thick night, it can be vaguely seen that it is a man and a woman, a monk walking in front, only wearing a thin monk's robe in the biting cold wind, followed by a woman with a graceful figure, wearing a red robe, between the march, the thin clothes are tightly attached to the body, showing the uneven figure to the fullest, although the face is not very clear, but it must be the best in the world.

After walking a distance, the young monk who was walking in front suddenly stopped, turned around, his face was resolute and square, his expression was peaceful and compassionate, he looked at the woman who had been following him, frowned and said, "Female donor, why are you pestering the poor monk?"

The woman in red also stopped, red dress, red embroidered shoes, eyebrows and eyes like daisies, green silk like waterfalls, she stood not far from the monk, and said in a cold voice: "Monk, why do you want to hide from me?"

The monk recited a Buddha name, folded his hands, and suddenly the cold wind was not strong, like a wave of water.

Seeing that the monk didn't speak, the woman said again: "After the imperial capital was goodbye, you avoided me everywhere, this time you came to Houjian, but I bumped into it, I asked you, what are you doing in Houjian?"

The young monk folded his hands and said, "This is the order of the teacher, and it is inconvenient for the little monk to tell me." ”

The woman didn't get angry but laughed, "Monk, don't forget where this is, this is Houjian, it's my Xuanjiao's territory, if you're on my territory, aren't you afraid that I'll embarrass you?"

The monk didn't make a sound, still clasped his hands together, shook his head and sighed.

The woman seemed to be accustomed to the appearance of the person in front of her, and said to herself disapprovingly: "I guess you have also heard that the Murong Sect Master was defeated by the Sword Sect Sect Master Xu Beiyou on the Jiangdu side, and then was captured by the Wanyan Sect Master, and now the Xuanjiao, the sky above the head has changed, and there is no Murong Sect Master, only the Wanyan Sect Master......"

The monk's face was expressionless.

The woman continued: "But no matter how it changes, Shizun is bound to be the next generation of sect leaders, and Shizun only has two apprentices, one is Wanyan Yufei, and the other is me, earlier, when Murong Sect Master was still in power, Wanyan Yufei was determined to build a temple in the future, and Shizun was also more interested in me, but after Wanyan Sect Master returned to take charge of Xuanjiao, he intended to let Wanyan Yufei, who was born in Wanyan, take over Xuanjiao after Shizun. ”

The monk said softly: "This is a matter of Xuanjiao, the little monk is a member of Buddhism, why should the female benefactor say this to the little monk?"

The red-clothed woman smiled and stretched out a slender green finger, lightly tapped her cheeks, and said with a smile: "You are really a wood, how will you be in charge of Buddhism in the future?"

The monk's expression finally changed slightly, and he said abruptly: "When did the little monk say that he was going to take charge of the Buddhist sect? The ancestor is alive, and there are so many uncles and uncles in the sect, where is the turn of the little monk to talk about being in charge of the Buddhist sect in vain." ”

The woman smiled but did not speak, as bright as a peach blossom.

The monk suddenly realized that the woman in front of him was clearly teasing herself, and she suddenly felt embarrassed, and her face was slightly red.

The woman put her hands behind her back and slowly approached the young monk, and at some point, the cold wind rose again, blowing a few strands of green silk on her cheeks.

She slowly closed her eyes, quietly feeling the silence in this cold, not closing her eyes to recuperate, but recalling the conversation between master and apprentice not long ago.

Later Jianxuanjiao is known as the saint of the saint, Xiao Yu's concubine Yan Keqing, and now Qin Mumian who belongs to the Sword Sect are two saints, since Qin Mumian betrayed the Xuanjiao, there are several generations of saints, but they are not very outstanding, until their generation, according to the routine, a saint is also selected, originally the saint woman is still between her and Wanyan Yufei, but with Wanyan Beiyue in power, Wanyan Yufei is internally designated as the successor of Xuanjiao It is a foregone conclusion, so the candidate to become a saint is naturally only her.

The saintess, who sounds glamorous, has a respectable status, second only to the sect leader, higher than the twelve halls, and can even sit on an equal footing with the two deputy sect masters and the elders, but she has no real power, and the saint is subject to a lot of constraints, not to mention anything else, just not to marry, which makes many women shy away. Now that I think about it, it was not without reason that Yan Keqing and Qin Mumian, two generations of saints, had betrayed Xuanjiao one after another.

But then again, when two generations of saints betrayed Xuanjiao, the reason why Xuanjiao did not pursue it, in the final analysis, is that the two women have their own dependence, Yan Keqing married Xiao Lie, the Wuzu Emperor of Daqi, and gave birth to the later eldest princess Xiao Ru of Runing. Qin Mumian is not only half a disciple of the old Daomen sect leader Zichen, but also entangled with Xiao Yu, so the Xuanjiao can't be investigated too much.

But who can she rely on now?

Do you rely on this nerd wood in front of you?

The woman smiled bitterly and slowly opened her eyes, their sockets slightly red.

The young monk couldn't understand why the woman suddenly wept, but for no reason he felt a burst of irritability in his heart, and his mind was uncertain.

The woman was about to speak, but suddenly turned her head away, her expression complicated.

Almost at the same time, the young monk also felt a sense in his heart, and raised his eyes as if he were facing a great enemy.

A moment later, a figure appeared on a corner of the eaves not far from the two, and the person who came was a middle-aged man, dressed in a green shirt, standing in the wind, with fluttering sleeves.

The middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian priest carried his hands behind his back, his gaze first swept over the young monk, and then fell on the woman in red, and slowly spoke: "Ruyu, this is the monk you fancied? It is a piece of good material and beautiful jade, but if you want to shine and become famous, you must wait at least twenty years later." ”

The woman's lips trembled slightly, "Master......"

Hearing the word master, the young monk suddenly knew the identity of the person in front of him, and then his scalp was a little numb.

The person who came was none other than the deputy sect leader of the Xuanjiao, the personal disciple of Murong Xuanyin, who was regarded by Wanyan Beiyue as the Xuanjiao Song Qingying who was expected to reach the top of the eighteenth floor of the Earth Immortal within twenty years.

That is, Yan Ruyu's teacher.

Facing this grandmaster figure who has not been on the list of heavenly machines but is one of the few in the world, the young monk's face turned slightly pale, and he subconsciously pinched one of the Bodhi seeds in the counting beads on his wrist, even if he knew that there was no chance of winning, he still waited solemnly.

Song Qingying, who rushed all the way from Tianhai City to this place, smiled, "Little monk, I am an old acquaintance with your master, for his sake, I don't embarrass you, as long as you take the initiative to leave and give up this dusty relationship, it will be regarded as a favor owed to you, how about it?"

The young monk who should have agreed to come down in a mouthful of emotion and reason, but at this moment, it was difficult to stop his heart, but he fell into the battle between heaven and man.

Suddenly, a teardrop slipped from the cheek of the woman in red, and she looked at the monk and smiled sadly, "I came to see you this time, I wanted to...... Ben wanted to go with you. ”

There was a soft sound, as if the heartstrings were broken.

Somehow, the monk accidentally crushed the bodhi seed, and the beads wrapped around his wrist were scattered all over the ground.