Chapter 113, Tender Murder

Buddhism, the state religion of Dali.

Tianlong Temple, the supreme temple in Dali, the place where the emperors of Dali became monks.

Duan Yu has been cultivating in Dali Temple: meditating, participating in Zen, and seeing the clarity of the mind.

However, today there are laymen visiting.

The flowers in the courtyard are in full bloom, competing for dazzling colors, and the environment is extremely quiet.

There is no chaos of silk and bamboo, no case and no labor form, and there is no worldly grievances entangled, you don't need to remember what you don't want to remember, and you don't need to think about it.

A pine leaf fell in the sky, fluttering lightly in the air, falling into the hands of Duan Yu, who was sitting cross-legged, and a clear and bright voice sounded at the same time.

"When you become a monk, do you cut off the seven emotions and six desires? Do you break off the worldly family relationship?"

A woman, a woman in purple, the woman looked at Duan Yu with a cold face.

Duan Yu raised his head and smiled at the woman, stood up, and was a little honest enough to touch the three thousand troubles still stored on his head, and sighed: "Even if it is a monk's red dust, it will naturally be cut in two, but unfortunately I am not a monk yet, so I can't forget your sister." ”

The woman tilted her head, looking stubborn.

Duan Yu smiled and walked towards the woman, but the woman retreated to reject Duan Yu.

Duan Yu shook his head helplessly, and had no choice but to stop, but at this time, he saw a flower in front of him, and the woman suddenly rushed up, grabbed the placket of his chest with her hand, and said, "So now you still care about the world of red dust?"

Duan Yu glanced at his rude sister helplessly, did not struggle or refute, and said, "Ah Zi, can you say whatever you want?" ”

The woman said, and she said, "The ink pouring pool is now in the palace. ”

Duan Yu's hand trembled slightly, but then he didn't act excitedly, very calmly.

The woman grabbed Duan Yu's shirt with both hands, shook Duan Yu back and forth, and roared, "Aren't you going to do something, such as going to the palace." ”

Duan Yu shook his head calmly, and at the same time brushed away the woman's hands and took two steps back. Standing under the eaves, looking at the courtyard, he said, "The affairs of the palace are handled by someone, so I don't have to worry about it." ”

The woman's eyes widened. He stomped his foot hard and said, "So you don't want to know the answer?"

Duan Yu looked at the woman, his eyes were clear, and said, "Do you say that now I know the answer?"

The woman stopped talking, and a touch of sadness flashed in her eyes. Does it make sense to know the answer now? She pondered the question. A very cruel and simple answer echoed in his mind: there is no meaning, and there is no meaning at all, for Duan Yu.

Duan Yu smiled softly, he saw the pity in the woman's eyes, but the smile was very natural and peaceful, very breezy and light.

The woman glared at Duan Yu fiercely, turned her head, and didn't look at Duan Yu, but at the scenery in the courtyard.

Tears had already flowed from the woman's eyes.

Duan Yu couldn't see the woman, and he didn't look at the woman. He and the woman calmly admired the beautiful scenery in the courtyard.

For a long, long time, the woman turned to look at Duan Yu and said, "No matter what you think, you are my brother." ”

Duan Yu smiled, and the woman who wanted to speak had already left.

Duan Yu didn't chase after him, sat down cross-legged, recited the Lotus Sutra, and closed his eyes.

The wind is blowing, the flowers are fragrant, and the surroundings are quiet and full of Zen.

The sound of the Buddha in Tianlong Temple is spreading. The Zen heart flows, but the Dali Palace is flowing with murderous intent and killing intent.

Killing intent came out of a room, and the peach blossoms outside the room were also densely covered with killing intent, and the killing intent was silent but not invisible. At least someone was alarmed by this killing intent, and this person was Duan Zhengchun, the current Emperor of Dali.

Duan Zhengchun sat on the chuang, in the palace closest to the Lingyun Pavilion, there were people in the palace waiting, two extremely beautiful women.

A Dali University is famous. She is the Dali Queen Dao Baifeng.

There is another person who is not well-known in Dali, but anyone who has seen Duan Zhengchun knows that Duan Zhengchun is very fond of this person, and he is unparalleled.

This extremely beautiful woman loved to wear floral clothes and often wore a red dress, and today is no exception.

Dao Baifeng and the woman in red waited on the left and right for Duan Zhengchun, who was paralyzed in Chuang.

Duan Zhengchun was hit by Duan Yanqing's palm, Murong Fu was a sword, the injury was not light, and his body has also suffered severe pain from the heart, but at this time he smiled very happily, he looked at the two women in front of him happily, and even said very Feng Liu's words of being a ghost under the peony flower.

Dao Baifeng's face was expressionless, and the woman in red gently slapped Duan Zhengchun a few times, but she didn't think much about it.

Duan Zhengchun was comforted in his heart, if the two of them had already fought when they met in the past, now they could at least live in harmony on the surface, so he didn't think that his heavy injury was a curse rather than a blessing.

Suddenly, the door opened, and the tenderness and sweetness were dispersed.

Zhu Danchen and Chu Wanli, among the four guards of the palace, broke into the room. Zhu Danchen held a pen and said: "Back to Your Majesty, the princess asked Mo to pour the pool to talk in the Yunxiao Pavilion, but there has been no news so far. ”

Chu Wanli continued to reply: "Gu Ducheng and Fu Sigui are still secretly monitoring in the backyard of Yunxiao Pavilion, and as soon as there is news, they will come to report, Your Majesty, are we going to send guards to take the opportunity to take down the ink pouring pool for interrogation?"

Murong Fuhe said, saying that everything was instructed by Mo Dumpingchi, and the four major guards who had the responsibility of guarding the palace for this point did not want to let go, and their words were full of murderous intent......

Duan Zhengchun shook his head and said: "No, Mo Dump Chi's identity is complicated, this person has a lot to do with the Great Song Dynasty Emperor, and Yu'er once said that the reason why he knew that Murong Fucun had a different desire to unite with Duan Yanqing was because of Mo Dump Chi's confession, so let's wait for it first." ”

Chu Wanli was a little unwilling, but nodded, but Zhu Danchen proposed: "Your Majesty, if you are not afraid of 10,000, you are afraid of what happens, the princess stays with this person, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be other incidents, and the room seems to be full of murderous intentions." ”

Duan Zhengchun was silent for a while, and finally waved his hand: "I believe she will handle this matter, you can continue to monitor." ”

Zhu Danchen and Chu Wanli nodded and retreated.

The room was quiet again.

After a long time, the queen sword Bai Feng suddenly got up and knelt down in front of Duan Zhengchun, and said, "You already know about Yu'er's affairs, how are you going to deal with me." ”

Looking at the woman in front of him, a complicated look flashed in Duan Zhengchun's eyes, and with the support of the woman in red, he picked up the knife Baifeng and said with a smile: "I've been waiting for you to say this for these days, and now you finally said it." ”

Dao Baifeng smiled bitterly and looked at the inattentive man in front of him. "No matter what, some things always need to be settled, don't they?"

Duan Zhengchun patted Dao Bai Feng's hand and sighed, "Not bad." Some things do deserve an end. ”

The woman in red had already stood up, Duan Zhengchun and Dao Baifeng were going to end the past, she shouldn't stay here, so she got up and left temporarily, but she couldn't walk.

As soon as she got up, she was held by Duan Zhengchun's hand.

She had no choice but to turn back. saw Duan Zhengchun looking at her with a smile and sighed: "You don't have to avoid listening, and she can also listen to your next thing, let's open our hearts and talk about it today." ”

Her body trembled, but she didn't speak, and returned to sit down on the chuang.

――――

There is a sword between Mo Dump Chi and Wang Yuyan, and a sword held by Wang Yuyan that pierces Mo Dump Chi's chest.

The sword was blocked by the ink pool.

To be precise, the sword was blocked by the folding fan of the Ink Dumping Pool, and now the Ink Tilting Pool is holding the tip of the sword.

Mo Tianchi held the tip of the sword in his right and left hand, and pulled it hard towards Wang Yuyan.

Wang Yuyan immediately poured into the arms of the ink pouring pool.

The folding fan has been inserted into the waist. Mo Tianchi unceremoniously hugged Wang Yuyan tightly in his arms.

It's simple and straightforward, even rude.

Wang Yuyan was calm, natural, and did not resist.

It's just that when she fell into Mo Tingchi's arms, a dagger naturally rushed out of her sleeve and inserted it into Mo Tingchi's back.

Very quickly and decisively.

In the blink of an eye, the dagger had pierced into the back of the ink pool.

Bite!

The sound of weapons colliding with each other

Wang Yuyan's arm stiffened, looking at the ink pouring pool, she was still very elegant and calm.

Mo Dump Chi is still very rational and calm, with a charming smile on his face. A pair of eyes stared at Wang Yuyan's red lips.

Mo Tingchi stretched out his free left hand, wiped a bite on Wang Yuyan's red lips, and then slowly pushed Wang Yuyan away.

He put his hand to his mouth and sniffed lightly, taking a deep breath. Slowly spit it out, and then looked at Wang Yuyan, who had been looking at him naturally and calmly.

He looked at Wang Yuyan with a smile, took out the folding fan again, and said naturally and rationally: "Now I finally confirm that you really dare to kill me, and you have the ability to kill me." ”

The dagger was already in his sleeve, and the sword had fallen to the ground in the process.

It's as if nothing had happened. The room was extremely quiet, Wang Yuyan looked at Mo Tingchi and said, "Now I have finally confirmed one thing, it is indeed a very difficult thing for me to kill you, you are an extremely difficult person to deal with." ”

Mo Dump Chi smiled, and a piece of copper appeared in the palm of his right hand.

The copper sheet was taken out of the back of the garment, and there was a very obvious dent on it, a brand new dent.

"Dingding!"

The copper piece was thrown on the ground, Mo Tingchi clapped his hands, glanced at the copper piece on the ground, and stared at Wang Yuyan with a playful look on his face, and said: "I may have discovered one more thing: although you dare to kill me, you still hesitate when you kill me, otherwise with your martial arts, the dagger just now is enough to pierce the copper piece and insert it into my back, which is enough to kill me." ”

Wang Yuyan didn't speak, she clenched her fists.

She knew very well that the eyesight of the man in front of her was unparalleled, and there were few things in the world that could escape this man's eyes, and the facts were all irrefutable.

Therefore, she simply did not speak, but just looked at the man in front of her.

The smile on Mo Tingchi's face deepened, he took a step forward, and said softly: "Therefore, I can further deduce one thing, the joke of Wen Yi Longyuan back then has come true, and you have indeed liked me." ”

Wang Yuyan's heartbeat was a little faster, and her eyes shrank sharply at that moment.

In an instant, the slaughter in the room was replaced by an ambiguous ambiguity.

Mo Tingchi smiled happily and looked at the woman in front of him.

In an instant, the ink poured into the pool of sluggishness.

There is no man in the world who can resist the gentle smile of the woman in front of him, Murong Fu can't, he can't.

Wang Yuyan suddenly laughed, so Mo Dumping Chi was also stunned for a moment.

The next moment, the ink poured into the pool like thunder.

Wang Yuyan didn't smile anymore, but said a word: "Yes, I am indeed in love!"

Then Wang Yuyan threw herself towards the ink pool, her face shy.

It was very natural to pounce on the ink pool, and the room was replaced by a tender honey.

But in an instant, the tenderness and sweetness were replaced by a very solemn and cold killing machine.

Water can be soft or rigid, soft and rigid.

There is nothing in the world that can resist the water.

Women are like water, Wang Yuyan is like water, a very peculiar and unpredictable water.

The water is impermanent, so no one knows what is going on at the bottom of the water.

A moment ago, Wang Yuyan was still laughing, but what about this moment?

- Wang Yuyan decided to kill Mo Dump Chi. (To be continued.) )