"You kid don't want to die, don't you, you can grab it back if it's gone, and if it's gone, will you let me rob it with Lord Yama?" Yang Xiao leaned lazily on the door, smiling at Xia Xuehan who was lying on the bed.

Xia Xuehan's pale face turned a little bloody, he leaned against the head of the bed, and glanced at Yang Xiao: "Some things are lost, but it's not so easy to get them back!"

"I received a message from your flying pigeon that day, and eight horses were tired to save your boy, and you should let me wait at the ferry! Yang Xiao playfully looked at the young man in front of him who should have been detached.

Xia Xuehan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "These people are no better than the Liao army back then, hundreds of them are first-class masters of the rivers and lakes, and they want you to accompany the funeral?"

Yang Xiao waved her hand and turned to leave, there were some words between them that didn't need to be said explicitly, only a sentence floated from afar: "That little girl with you is good, she hasn't closed her eyes in the three days you have been in a coma, and she hasn't saved her in vain! Also, the boat will stop at the Wujiang port three days later, and the waterway is farther, but it is safer than the land route." ”

After sending her to Hanshan Temple, she may never meet again in this life!

"Cold-faced ghost, you ...... Are you alright?" Mu Yuhan walked into the cabin, looking squirming.

"Well, that guy's medicine is very good, and it can save my life every time. Don't worry, there is that guy here all the way, it's safe, and his martial arts are not under me. ”

"You, will you send me to Hanshan Temple and leave?" Mu Yuhan had already lost that cunning at this time, and she was more like a lonely child at this time.

Xia Xuehan nodded and said, "It's been a long time since I left, it's time to go back to the palace to resume my life, there are still many things waiting for me to deal with!"

"Then, will we meet again?" Mu Yuhan stared at Xia Xuehan's face, pretending not to care, but praying in his heart, cold-faced ghost, do you say it will be good, even if it is to lie to me!

"Probably not! It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that Mu Yanping's only daughter has been engaged to Su Yan, the leader of the Star Moon League, since she was a child. After Miss Mu came out of the pavilion, she was someone else's wife, and Xue Han ...... "Xia Xuehan struggled to open the window, breathing in the cool breeze blowing from the river, sweeping away the sluggishness, but she never finished speaking.

Mu Yuhan stood in a daze for a long time, but never let the tears in his eyes slip down. Su Yan, the man who is not inferior to Xia Xuehan, because of this family business, she secretly escaped, and she caused so many troubles, all because of him. Suddenly, there was an indescribable hatred for Su Yan, who he had never met.

"Okay, you have a good rest, I'll bring you food over in a while!" Mu Yuhan turned around and went out and walked a few steps, "Da!" Tears finally couldn't help rolling down, she was very strong in front of him, but in the end she was still a simple little girl.

Xia Xuehan looked at the rolling river outside the window, and said in an inaudible voice: "The illusory vastness, once encountered, it will be unforgettable......;

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The predecessors have a poem "480 temples in the Southern Dynasty, how many buildings are in the smoke and rain", when the people of the Daxia Dynasty believed in Buddhism, especially the gentle Jiangnan people, it was more than the temple in the southern country.

Hanshan Temple is outside the city of Gusu, adjacent to Fengqiao Town, and the people of the town are living a prosperous life under the protection of Hanshan Temple. It's just that in the past few days, there have been many peddlers, pawns, merchants and travelers in the town, they come from all over the world, speak different accents, without exception, they are secretly inquiring about the whereabouts of a man and a woman after they come to the town.

In the early morning, the misty mist shrouds the Hanshan Temple, and can only see the Huangling Biwa of the ancient temple looming in the clouds and mist, and the melodious bell spreads to every corner within a radius of ten miles, the old man who believes in Buddhism and is kind hears the bell of the ancient temple, and will gently recite "Amitabha Buddha" to the Hanshan Temple.

The monk, who had just finished his morning class, walked out of the main hall and found three people standing outside the hall. The temple recited the Buddha's name lightly, and asked, "The three donors came to the temple, I don't know whether to burn incense or worship the Buddha?"

The woman returned the salute and said, "The little woman came to find the master of your temple, you only said that there was an old man surnamed Gu who came to the wish twenty years ago, and asked the little woman to send a thing to the master." ”

"Donor, wait a minute. The temple supervisor gave an order to the little monk beside him, and the little monk ran towards the outside of the hall.

After half a cup of tea, the little monk ran back in a hurry, and said, "The abbot asks the three donors to talk in the meditation room!"

Passing through the heavy Buddha hall and coming to the outside of the meditation room where the abbot was, the little monk gave a salute and said, "All the donors, the abbot is inside, please!"

Xia Xuehan and the three of them entered the meditation room, and the little monk quietly closed the door and retreated.

When I entered the house, I saw that the furnishings in the house were very simple, not even a seat, but a few futons were neatly placed on the guest seats, but there was also a thin layer of dust, and I thought that no visitors had been here for a long time. On the futon, a wizened old monk is chanting sutras in front of the Buddha statue. The old monk had his back to the three of them, wearing an old robe, with a thin figure and a somewhat crooked back.

The old monk didn't look back, with a wave of his long sleeves, the dust on the futon went away with the wind. "Amitabha, the old man has been sitting in dry meditation for ten years, and he has not seen a guest for ten years, and he still looks at Haihan where he is sluggish! Please sit down!" The low words made people's hearts tighten, and the old monk was like he would die if he couldn't lift it in one breath.

The three of them gave a salute, and Mu Yuhan bowed down and handed over a box wrapped in oilcloth, "Because of the master, Gu Qianqiu's predecessor instructed the little woman to be sure to hand over this thing to the master before he died." Although I have gone through thousands of ups and downs, I am fortunate not to be dishonored, and now I will present the matter to the master, please check it!"

"What?Gu Qianqiu is dead?" Master Yin suddenly turned around, the long white beard sparsely hanging on the side of his mouth, his wrinkled face, and his already cloudy eyes all explained his old age.

Few people knew his age, so old that he forgot about it. He has witnessed the rise and fall of many generations of heroes, and also witnessed the change of several generations of imperial power. No one knows how profound his Taoism is, but the people in the rivers and lakes who know him all say that he is the closest person to a Buddha in the world, and he understands the cause and effect of the world and the reincarnation of the heavenly way.

Because he only glanced at the eight-tone treasure box, he didn't stop his gaze on it, and the white jade-like rosary in his hand was gently flicked, and asked, "Little girl, you say, how did Gu Qianqiu die?"

When Mu Yuhan heard this, his eyes turned red, and he couldn't help crying, "Grandpa Gu died to save me......"

Whether it was Xia Xuehan Yang Xiao or the old monk Liyin, they all looked at Mu Yuhan in astonishment, she may not know the weight of the three words Gu Qianqiu, but who doesn't know the six masters who shook the world more than 20 years ago.

"Colorful butterflies dance in the flowers, and a sword floats in the hidden Gusu. Under the moon, Sumeru Jiangnan guest, turbid wine cloth cloth into the rivers and lakes. This poem is from the famous Confucian Confucian Xuan. A generation of literary masters, poetry historians are willing to write a poem for a group of people in the rivers and lakes, and the prestige of the martial arts of the six of them can be seen.

This poem hides the names of the six masters, namely the colorful butterfly fairy Yun Caixuan, the Wanhuadian Hua Nianchen, the sword floating life Mu Yanping, the floating slaughter star picking hand is the same, the Jiangnan Wanderer Yan Lingge, and the red dust wine fairy Gu Qianqiu.

Gu Qianqiu is addicted to alcohol, a set of drunken fists and drunken steps alone in the world, twenty years ago, few people could compete with him, not to mention that after twenty years, martial arts should be even more unfathomable, but this time I heard the news of his death, but how did everyone believe it.

The old monk had a little more compassion on his face, folded his hands, and said softly: "Amitabha, the ancient benefactor was chic, kind and generous, presumably my Buddha is merciful and will help him ascend to bliss early." Can the little girl tell me in detail about the cause of Gu Qianqiu's death? ”

Mu Yuhan nodded, everything started there, the yellowed bitter memories she didn't want to remember, but they came to her heart like a tide, it seemed to be the morning more than half a month ago!

In the back garden of Mufu, the peach blossoms are blooming, and the peach blossoms in the peach garden are majestic from a distance, like the sea and the tide; In the spring of March, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the rockery jade pond is like a hundred miles of rouge clouds. A fairy-like beautiful girl in purple roamed in the sea of flowers, let the wind blow, and the petals crossed her pretty cheeks.

A middle-aged man dressed in white walked into the back garden, and the maid gave him a gentle salute and called "master". The middle-aged man walked up to the girl in purple, patted her shoulder gently, and said angrily: "Han'er, you are not young anymore, why are you still like a child!"

Mu Yuhan grinned, grimaced, and said, "Han'er is a child! ”

The middle-aged man reached out and nodded her smooth forehead, and said with a smile: "Silly girl, how can this work." You are going to get married after all, and just now Su Mo, the leader of the Star Moon Alliance, sent me a letter, talking about your relationship with Su Yan. You also know that Daddy had a very close relationship with Su Mo when he was young, so as soon as you were born, the marriage between you and Su Yan was decided. ”

Mu Yuhan turned his head and pursed his lips, "That's your family business, what's my business." I don't know if Su Yan is beautiful or ugly, blind or crippled, why should I marry him?"

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