The junction of Shuzhou and Huzhou has a bamboo forest covering an area of 10,000 acres, looking at it from afar, the bamboo sea is even the sky, the wind and waves are together, the bamboo sea moves with the wind, the waves are turbulent.

This place used to be the residence of Fu Chen, the former sect leader of the White Lotus Sect, with hundreds of millions of purple bamboos in array, and it was difficult for idlers to enter, after Fu Chen's death, this place closed itself and became a blessed place isolated from the outside world, even Fu Chen's two disciples Lan Yu and Tang Shengyue were difficult to enter.

In the center of the depths of the bamboo sea, there is a courtyard built entirely of bamboo, the bamboo wall of the bamboo building, almost integrated with the surrounding bamboo forest, at this time a young man dressed in brocade is on the roof of the bamboo building, unhurriedly replacing the decayed old bamboo, and then replacing the new bamboo.

This person is Zhao Tinghu, who is known as the Crouching Tiger among the four handsome, and the autumn wind suddenly blows his robe whirring, and several lonely bamboos that are far away from the bamboo forest are also swaying.

The wind walked through the bamboo forest, shaking the bamboo leaves of the bamboo forest, one, two, tens of millions, countless bamboo leaves made a rustling sound, connected together, connected into a piece, as if the whole bamboo forest was whispering.

Zhao Tinghu stopped the movement in his hand, and was a little distracted for a while.

After he was defeated by Xu Beiyou, he went to Shuzhou in embarrassment, as the so-called Sai Weng lost his horse and knew whether he was blessed, he actually "broke into" this ownerless bamboo forest by mistake, and got a great opportunity, and there was a woman in this bamboo forest, according to her own words, she has lived in this bamboo forest since she can remember, when she was young, there were other people in this bamboo forest, but later they left this place one by one, and then never returned, Zhao Tinghu was the first outsider she saw.

In terms of Zhao Tinghu's temperament, he naturally will not let go of this flawless beauty like a blank sheet of paper, and will soon "take it down", although he has not been able to make a dewy couple, but it is only because Zhao Tinghu does not want to, in his opinion, such a beauty, he must taste it slowly and eat the taste completely.

These days of living here, perhaps because of the extreme quiet, and accompanied by beautiful women, Zhao Tinghu gradually extinguished a lot of untimely competitive thoughts, and began to cultivate his self-cultivation, but he didn't expect to have the intention to plant flowers and flowers not to bloom, and unintentionally planted willows and willows, but this silence made him pleasantly surprised to find that his realm that had not changed for a long time was actually a little loosened, and there was a crack in the threshold of the earth immortal that blocked many monks.

Soon after, the woman took out a lot of classics out of nowhere and handed them to the lover, Zhao Tinghu then knew that this was the former residence of Mr. Fu fifty years ago, although most of Mr. Fu's relics were divided by his two heirs, but only a small part of the place left in this place opened Zhao Tinghu's eyes, he was like a merchant who walked the streets and alleys to see the luxury of the salt merchants in the south of the Yangtze River, and found that the things he used to regard as treasures were just a pile of worthless broken copper and iron, especially Mr. Fu's essays left on these classics, which made him benefit a lot, and it was not far away to set foot in the realm of immortals。

This is truly his blessed place.

A woman in white walked out of the bamboo building, looked up at the roof, and said crisply, "Zhao Lang, are you okay?"

"Alright. Zhao Tinghu answered, put the last bamboo board, and jumped down from the roof.

Zhao Tinghu looked at the repaired small building with his hands in his hands, and asked softly, "Vase, do you want to go out and have a look?"

The woman surnamed Hua Ming Vase tilted her head and asked curiously, "Is the outside world okay?"

"Yes, of course. Zhao Tinghu narrowed his eyes and said softly: "Especially a place called the imperial capital, a place where the world is prosperous. ”

The vase thought for a while, nodded and said, "Then let's go to the imperial capital." ”

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The three northeastern states border Houjian, and although it has not yet entered winter, it has already seen a chill.

On this day, the autumn wind howled, and the dead branches and leaves shivered in the autumn wind, which was desolate.

A young monk with a resolute and square face walked in the biting autumn breeze wearing only a thin monk's robe, looking peaceful and compassionate.

After a while, a red dress came to the face, adding a touch of bright color to this withered yellow autumn day.

After approaching, it was a graceful woman, red dress, red embroidered shoes, white face like the moon, green silk like a waterfall, she stopped not far from the monk, and said in a cold voice: "Monk, where are you going?"

The monk didn't hear it, folded his hands and continued to walk slowly, and where he went, the autumn wind did not blow.

The woman raised her voice slightly, "Monk, I'll talk to you!"

The monk finally stopped and said, "If you go back to the female donor, the little monk will go to the imperial capital." ”

A smile appeared on the corner of the woman in red's mouth, "It just so happens that I am also going to the imperial capital, how about we go together?"

The monk frowned slightly, slightly hesitating.

Seeing this, the woman couldn't help but say angrily: "Okay, you monk, don't be ignorant, I don't know how many young talents want to walk with this girl!"

The young monk was puzzled and said, "Then ask the female donor to go with those young talents, and the poor monk can go alone." ”

The woman was not lightly affected by the monk's words, pointed at the monk with her finger, her towering chest continued to rise and fall, and she was speechless for a long time.

The monk wanted to speak again and again, but in the end he didn't say anything and was about to leave.

The woman suddenly smiled and said, "Forget it, this girl is not as knowledgeable as you." ”

A smile is born.

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The monk smiled bitterly, "Why does the female benefactor bother with the poor monk?"

The woman said softly: "When I was in the Witch Sect Ancestral Court, you saved me. ”

The monk shook his head and said, "It's just a gesture, and the female donor doesn't have to worry about it." ”

The woman fell silent.

The monk tried to move on again, but he didn't do so.

The two of them just stood in the autumn wind.

After a long time, the woman said quietly: "Monk, you haven't done anything wrong, why do you always avoid me?"

The monk said softly: "The female benefactor is a disciple of Xuanjiao, and the poor monk is a disciple of Buddhism. ”

The woman's name is Yan Ruyu, Yan Ruyu, who "has its own Yan Ruyu in the book", has been worshipping under the Xuanjiao since she was a child, although it has not yet been officially singled out, but the Xuanjiao can see that the sect leader intends to train her to be a saint.

This is a great honor.

And the monk's Dharma name Jin Chan should not be underestimated, he is the youngest disciple of the abbot of Buddhism today, and is praised as promising to attain the golden body Arhat fruit position.

Both of them are on the sub-list of the Tianji List, ranking among the top ten young handsomes in the world.

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The summer is over, the wind from the north is blowing, and the weather is getting colder and colder day by day.

In the imperial capital, yellow dead leaves are flying in the streets and alleys, the trees on both sides of the streets have long since withered their leaves, and the bare branches are like spears piercing the sky, showing the solemnity of autumn.

A young man wearing a black veil and a flying fish suit walked alone on the street, stepping on the rustling of fallen leaves, against the bleak autumn wind, adding a touch of desolation to this autumn mood.

On the right side of the street is the innumerable government yamen, there are six departments, Zongren Mansion, Duchayuan, Dali Temple, Taifu Temple, Wucheng Soldiers and Horses, all of them, the entire temple is eight or nine out of ten yamen are gathered here.

At the end of the street there is a side gate, and after that gate there is a yamen.

That yamen was privately known as the White Tiger Hall, and its official name was the Dark Guard Mansion.

The young man named Chen Moling pressed the embroidered spring knife on his waist, walked through the thousand-step corridor, stepped over the door, and came to the door of the Secret Guard Mansion.