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Xiao Yuesheng slowly walked up to her, shook his head and smiled: "You have to forgive people and forgive people, this is a pure place for Buddhism, why do you have to see blood?!"

The girl frowned, glanced at him, thought he was verbose, and snorted: "If my martial arts were not good, I would have been killed by them a long time ago, and I would have taken only one of their ears, which is already very forgiving!"

Monk Juekong also rushed over, clasped his hands together, and pronounced a Buddha name, saying: "Female donor, compassion, cause and effect cycle, sow melons and get melons, don't be too intense......"

"The little monk is annoying! What kind of fun are you making?!" the girl snorted, her eyebrows raised, she glared at him unceremoniously, and the sword in her hand trembled, as if to intimidate him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

For Xiao Yuesheng, she could feel the majesty of suffocation, although she was dissatisfied, she didn't dare to be presumptuous, but she had no scruples about the little monk Juekong.

Juekong helped her resist for a while, otherwise, she couldn't slow down this breath, she was very grateful in her heart, but he also betrayed himself and did it against him, it was really unreasonable, and he was angry in his heart, so he had a seizure.

Juekong was scolded by splitting his head and covering his face, but he was not annoyed, his hands were folded, his head was lowered and he did not speak, and his expression was calm.

The four of them put their long swords back into their sheaths and looked at the girl quietly, their eyes burning, their gaze widening, and their energy soared.

Xiao Yuesheng said lightly: "If you have any grievances and want to separate life and death, you might as well go out of the temple to solve it, and you can't see blood in the temple." ”

After that, the figure flickered, and it had disappeared in place, appearing at the door of the meditation room, and the distance of more than ten zhang flashed by.

Xiaohe was dressed in a light green Luo shirt, holding an umbrella pretty, and flashed beside him at the same time, she was good at light skills and body skills, such a distance was extremely easy.

She looked at Xiao Yuesheng, put away the umbrella, put it at the door, glanced at everyone in the courtyard by the way, and followed Xiao Yuesheng into the house.

Everyone was surprised, they didn't expect him to be so skillful, just this hand, it was already fearful.

The girl stomped her feet, the rain splashed, but she didn't care, glared at the four of them hatefully, pouted her cherry lips, and said coquettishly: "Count you lucky, I'll let you go today, if you chase after me again, be careful of my sword!"

After that, he turned around, Yingying jumped, two ups and downs, fell into the light in front of the meditation room, turned his head and glared at the four people again, still unwilling, but turned his head and walked in.

The four of them looked at each other for a long time, Chong Juekong monk hugged his fist, and walked out of the temple gate, the sound of horses' hooves sounded, the voice was dull, and gradually disappeared.

Monk Juekong watched the four of them leave, stepped forward, closed the temple door, and then returned to the meditation room, the girl was already sitting opposite Xiao Yuesheng, holding a bowl of porridge, drinking very sweetly, and her face showed intoxication.

Before she had time to eat, she was caught up, and after working for a while, she was now hungry, not to mention that the porridge made by Xiaohe was so delicious.

"Female donor, your clothes are wet, so let's change your clothes first. Monk Juekong looked concerned and persuaded in a harmonious voice.

"Hmph, I want you to take care of it!" The girl gave him a roll of the eyes, snorted angrily, and still drank porridge beautifully, steaming, and her white forehead was already beads of sweat.

Her forehead is quite full, and she looks indescribably comfortable, matching her slightly sunken eyes, like a mixed-race beauty in later generations.

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head slightly, this girl, at a glance, knew that she was a pampered daughter, either rich or expensive.

Xiao He said coquettishly: "Little master, your clothes are also wet." ”

"The little monk is strong and unhindered. Monk Juekong was busy, the breath in his body flowed, and in the blink of an eye, the white gas was steaming, and the monk's clothes were agitated, blowing up like a balloon.

"Hmph, do you want to show off your deep internal strength?!" the girl snorted, pursed her lips, and glanced at Juekong with disdain.

Juekong was helpless, but he was not angry, and after a while, the monk's robe was already dry, and he sat on the futon and began to eat.

Xiao Yuesheng held the jade cup, looked at the heavy rain outside, listened to the sound of the rain in his ears, took a sip of green jade brew from time to time, and the words whispered by Xiaohe and the girl came into his ears from time to time.

Listening to their whispers, Xiao Yuesheng knew that this girl's name was Huang Sisi, and she was chased and killed by the four people just now, indeed because she stole the sword book of the silver sword chasing soul Song Old Man, and chased her all the way, which made her extremely embarrassed.

She stole Old Man Song's sword book, not because of anything else, but because she was curious, and wanted to borrow it to see what the Soul Chasing Sword Technique was.

Unexpectedly, these people regarded the sword score as so important, didn't they just look at it twice and wanted to return it, but they chased after it, but they didn't want to return it.

In this way, the four of them chased after each other, wanting to get the sword score back, Old Man Song's fiftieth birthday was coming soon, if he couldn't get the sword book back, he wouldn't have the face to hold a birthday banquet, so the persecution was extremely tight.

If it weren't for being forced so tightly and with such a bad attitude, she wouldn't be so serious, the sword book has been read, imprinted in her mind, and then left on her body, it is useless.

Xiao Yuesheng shook her head, this young lady really doesn't know the sinister world, she doesn't know the severity of the matter, she is blindly naughty, and she has caused this big trouble.

"Little sister, Old Man Song's fiftieth birthday is approaching, will you make him angry if you sweep his face like this?"

"Hmph, this old man is so bad, take a look at his sword book, how can he be angry, so careful, he would have been angry to death!" the girl Huang Sisi snorted disdainfully.

Xiao Hejiao sighed: "Sister, you are Tai Sui's head breaking ground, it is said that this silver sword soul chasing is very powerful." ”

Huang Sisi didn't care, and said coquettishly: "Although the soul-chasing sword technique is good, however, they can't practice at home, it's not a big deal!"

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled bitterly, he really didn't know what the young people were thinking now, so he stopped listening to them whispering, turned to Juekong Yishi, and said, "I'm going to go back to rest next, I have to say goodbye first!"

"Donor, please feel free. Monk Juekong put down the bowl and returned the salute with both hands.

Xiaohe was talking to Huang Sisi energetically, and when he saw Xiao Yue getting up, he hurriedly got up.

Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand: "Xiaohe, you can talk to this girl here, and I can go back to sleep by myself." ”

After that, without waiting for Xiaohe to speak, he turned around and walked out of the meditation hall, walked through the corridor, and returned to his meditation room.

The rain poured down, but it still did not weaken, and the humidity was very thick.

He returned to the meditation room, lit a candle, lit the room, and lit a piece of ambergris incense, which was fragrant and refreshing.

Sitting cross-legged on the couch, he raised his big hand, and the Yaoqin placed on the Xuan table suddenly floated up, slowly flew to him, and he pressed Yaoqin to his lap as soon as he took his hand.

The sound of the rain crackling outside, hitting the eaves, with an inexplicable rhythm, makes people's hearts quiet and their spirits sink.

He closed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and waved, and the sound of Cong Cong suddenly floated out, flowing slowly, like the water of a small river in a deep valley.

Huang Sisi and Xiaohe are talking, the two chatted speculatively, Xiaohe has been staying in Xiao Mansion, often serving by Xiao Yuesheng's side, and when the guests are feasting, they also stand aside to serve tea and send cups.

Although Huang Sisi is from an extraordinary background, he rarely comes out, he doesn't know much about the world, and Xiaohe just complements each other.

"Sister Xiaohe, listen, is this the sound of the piano?" Huang Sisi suddenly raised his hand, listened attentively, and hurriedly said to Xiaohe.

"This is my master playing the piano. Xiaohe nodded.

The sound of the piano, through the continuous sound of rain, did not weaken, and slowly reached their ears, and they suddenly felt that their hearts were quiet, and all kinds of distractions gradually disappeared.

"This is your master?!" Huang Sisi was surprised, his eyes widened, and he was even more round and bright, and his eyes were bright.

"Well, my lord likes to stroke a song as a pastime when he has nothing to do. Xiaohe nodded, not thinking that it was a big deal.

As Cong Cong's voice gradually came, Huang Sisixiu's face became more and more surprised, and finally her face was intoxicated, listening intently, and she didn't seem to be able to hear Xiaohe's words.

Seeing her like this, Xiaohe smiled, quite proud, no more, listened to the sound of the piano quietly, and felt the tranquility and peace in the sound of the piano.

This day, the weather is clear, the temperature is not so hot, and it is rare to have a hint of coolness, which is really beautiful.

Song's shop is very lively, because the silver sword chases the soul of the old man Song's fiftieth birthday, the guests of the banquet, and the martial arts heroes have come to congratulate the birthday, and people come and go, in an endless stream.

At noon, the banquet was about to start, people poured into the Song Mansion, above the hall, and in the front yard outside the hall, a total of more than a dozen tables were placed, and the people were noisy and lively.

In the inner house, it was unusually quiet, and the old man Song was sitting in the study, holding a book in his hand, his expression was calm, but there was a hint of gloom between his eyebrows.

Zhou Huairen, the eldest disciple next to him, looked at his master carefully, although the master's swordsmanship is superb, but over the years, it has been rare to see the master practicing moves, but he has been reading books with all his heart, saying that reading to cultivate qi is more important than practicing.

(To be continued)