Mei Tingsong's face is handsome, although he is not as chic and handsome as Zhong Tianshi, but he has a temperament that surpasses ordinary mortals, he smiled slightly: "Zen master, have you ever heard the phrase 'chrysanthemum is Meinu'?"

Everyone present suddenly realized, and the Zen master raised his forehead and said: "I see, the old man has been taught." ”

Only Feng Wanli was still puzzled, and muttered in a low voice: "Ju is Meinu, then it doesn't have to be named Qianju Lake, wouldn't it be better to call it Qianmei Lake?"

Mei Aoshuang's eyebrows are clear, her cold temperament and Zhong Hongying have their own merits, and her body exudes a quiet fragrance of plum blossoms, she is neither humble nor arrogant: "The wind predecessors don't know, this place was originally called Qianju Lake, and our couple's dojo was not originally here, but on the way to see that the scenery here is very good, so they moved here, if it is renamed Qianmei Lake, wouldn't it be a strong guest?"

Everyone laughed, and the strangeness of each other was reduced a lot.

Tan Yang boldly pointed at Zhong Hongying, and interjected: "Since the two seniors are the body of the immortal plum, they should study the plum blossom and count it, right?

"This ......" Mei Tingsong hesitated with a look of embarrassment on his face.

Mei Aoshuang seemed to have a more cheerful personality, she glanced at Zhong Hongying, shook her head slightly, and said: "Then I'll just say it bluntly, this kid is really in danger of committing seven killings and blood disasters." The wounded door is worth Kun, the dead door is worth the earthquake, the Kun is shocked and the deacon is fierce, and the calamity is located in the east. ”

The hearts of everyone present sank, although Tan Yang couldn't understand what she was saying, but he could hear the sinister and ominous meaning in her words, and couldn't help but be surprised.

Zhong Tianshi's face sank. Just as he was about to say something, Zhong Hongying preemptively said: "Senior Mei is really a master. Unlike ordinary celestial whisperers, they avoid medical treatment. May I ask my seniors, is there any hope for my disease?"

Mei Aoshuang frowned slightly. Shen said: "I can't hide it, Zhong Xiaoyou, your human race has a saying called heavenly jealousy and red face, your heavenly appearance and national color can be called unparalleled in the world, and there is no trace of fireworks in the world, and the red world is not worthy of such a stunning color as you, so you were originally only fifteen years old, but I don't know which master actually used anti-heaven means to keep you, and your qi has been forcibly tampered with." I can calculate your past, but I can't deduce your future, so I have nothing to say. ”

Feng Wanli and Wu Yan Zen Master were confused when they heard it, but Zhong Tianshi, Zhong Hongying and Hu Mei'er couldn't help but cast their eyes on Tan Yang.

Tan Yang secretly complained to himself, and hurriedly changed the topic and said, "Then there is a senior Lao to guide me through the maze, how about it?"

When Lu Wenji tried to deduce himself, he once killed himself, and Tan Yang was very curious about what kind of abnormalities would appear in his master?

Mei Aoshuang glanced at Tan Yang. His fair and translucent face suddenly turned pale, and he stretched out his hand to point at him, and said in a trembling voice: "You! you ...... you."

"Master, don't!"

With an exclamation. Lu Wenji rushed in from outside the house like lightning!

"Frost!

Mei Tingsong was shocked, and quickly stretched out his right hand a little, and a plum red light shot out from his fingertips. Punched into Mei Aoshuang's forehead, and then turned his left hand into a palm. It quickly stuck to her back, and there was a rich fragrance of plum blossoms. In an instant, it emanated from Mei Aoshuang's body and diffused, filling the entire room.

Except for Hu Mei'er, Zhong Tianshi and the others were stunned by this sudden scene!

Tan Yang couldn't help but secretly regret in his heart, these two thousand-year-old plum demons had no grievances with him, but they suffered a lot for their momentary curiosity, which was indeed a bit too much.

The Zen Master said hurriedly: "Mei Daoyou, do you need Lao Wei's help?"

Mei Aoshuang let out a long breath and said weakly: "No need, I understand the kindness of the Zen master, I am not good at learning, so I will laugh at the seniors." ”

Zhong Tianshi said suspiciously: "What happened to Mei Daoyou just now? Could it be that there is something terrible about this disciple of the Inferior Pavilion?"

Mei Tingsong hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, no, Humble Jing just used his spiritual power improperly, and he almost went mad, and it has nothing to do with this Tan Xiaoyou." ”

Mei Aoshuang smiled bitterly, and was about to speak, but was stopped by Mei Tingsong secretly pinching his hand, Mei Tingsong smiled and said: "The art of divination and numerology is already false, and the clumsy Jing just now is really a joke, just a joke, you don't have to worry." Come, please try my chrysanthemum tea from Qianju Lake, this tea is brewed with snow water on the 10,000-year-old snow peak of Qi Neem Mountain, please, please. ”

Before the tea is eaten, the elegant fragrance of chrysanthemums comes to the face, which is refreshing. Take a sip, sure enough, it is like drinking agar jelly, the aftertaste is long, the cheeks are full of fragrance, and a cool breath flows smoothly through the throat like silk, scattered in the limbs, making people refreshed.

Wuxiang Zen Master is proficient in the tea ceremony, and he can't help but praise: "Good tea!".

Everyone diverted from the topic and talked about their cultivation experience and some anecdotes in the cultivation realm, but they also had a good conversation.

While talking, the boy in Tsing Yi brought a table of vegetarian feasts, most of which were mountain mushrooms, wild mushrooms, fresh fruits and vegetables, as well as mille-feuille cakes cooked from wild roses, which were full of aroma and good color and fragrance.

In particular, a jar of emerald green and thick chrysanthemum wine, elegant and sweet, mellow and soft in the mouth, and the aftertaste is endless, and Tan Yang, who rarely drinks alcohol, eats his face crimson and is slightly drunk.

After the dinner, the night breeze is breezy, cool but not cold, the endless night sky is full of stars, such as the starlight of water sprinkled on the sparkling lake, sprinkled in the sea of wild chrysanthemums, the lake and the sea of flowers rippled layer by layer, the silent mountains are majestic, sculpture-like towering around Qianju Lake, guarding this side of tranquility, this piece of peace.

Everyone was full of wine and food, and Fang Cai said goodbye to Mei Tingsong and his wife, and returned to the demon whale flying ship parked on the lakeside.

However, on the corridor on the way back, Lu Wenji took advantage of the lack of attention, stuffed a small paper ball in Tan Yang's palm, and whispered: "Tan Daoyou, in order to make up for the offense, the family teacher wrote a verse poem for you, Daoyou can carefully refer to it, it should be of great benefit to you in the future." ”

Tan Yang couldn't help but be secretly surprised, his yin and yang qi had been reversed, and the heavenly machine had also been obscured, could this Mei Aoshuang still be able to deduce it? This is indeed a bit incredible, it is really a big thing in the world.

The night is dark. The Demon Whale Flyship emitted a misty halo and slowly rose into the sky. After reaching a certain height, it suddenly accelerated, dragging a meteor-like brilliance in the night sky. Disappeared silently into the night.

On the shore of Qianju Lake, after seeing the demon whale flying ship leave, Lu Wenji knelt on his knees with a puff and said: "Master, master, Tan Yang has already recognized the disciple as soon as he came, but he reminded the disciple not to recognize each other, which made the master mother suffer from the backlash of the heavenly machine, and the disciple deserves death!"

Mei Aoshuang sighed. said: "It's no wonder you, there is a fixed number of drinks and pecks, your master and I are destined to have this catastrophe, the loss of decades of longevity does not hinder the overall situation, you get up!"

"Shuang'er, why are you doing this?" Mei Tingsong said, "Since you know that his heavenly secret has been deliberately covered up, why do you risk revealing it again?"

Mei Aoshuang said: "The verses I wrote are extremely obscure, and although this son has excellent understanding, he may not be able to refer to it in detail. Besides, our future personal disciple will still fall on him, and I will take the risk to help him, and it can be regarded as eliminating a little injustice for our disciple!"

"That's it. That's it. Mei Tingsong said, "I didn't expect that your calamity would actually be on this son, and you wrote this verse poem." There are endless troubles, and we will definitely not be able to stay in this Qianju Lake. ”

Mei Aoshuang said: "The thousand-year catastrophe is imminent. Even if this kid surnamed Tan doesn't come, it's time for us to find another safer place. That's right. There is one more thing, 'When Shura comes out, the ghosts and gods cry, and the demon pupils appear, and the Three Realms are in chaos.' "Listen to Song, among the three children today, is there the legendary demon pupil body?"

......

On the demon whale flying ship, Tan Yang had just entered his cabin with his front foot, and Hu Mei'er followed in with his back foot, and as soon as she entered the door, she asked puzzledly: "Brother Tan, what did you mean just now? These two plum demons have no grievances with you, why do you want to harm them?"

Tan Yang shook the paper ball in the palm of his hand and said, "Even if I want to harm them, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it." You see, this is a verse poem they wrote for me, I haven't had time to read it yet, since you're here, let's take a look together!"

As he spoke, he carefully unfolded the paper ball, and saw a seven-character ancient poem written on the pale yellow paper with pink chrysanthemum juice, with a beautiful font, and at first glance, it should have been written by Mei Aoshuang-

"The hibiscus flowers are remnant among the waves, the twilight is misty and the waves are light and cold, the frost leaves are withered and the song is not sung, and the autumn water will not be returned. ”

Tan Yang and Hu Mei'er looked at each other, no one figured out what the mystery was, literally, this seems to be just a sad poem of the sad woman, at dusk, on the blue lake, the lotus flowers withered, the lotus leaves withered, a woman was independent, looking through the autumn water, but did not see the return of the person she wanted.

I read it over and over again, but I still don't have a clue!

"That's right!" Tan Yang had an idea, "This poem is not written by ordinary pen and ink, could it be that there is another mystery hidden in those chrysanthemum juices?"

As he spoke, his divine sense moved, and he channeled the dantian aura to his fingertips, preparing to inject spiritual power into the paper to give it a try.

"Poof!"

Before he could make a move, the paper with the verse poem suddenly lit up, and suddenly a puff of green smoke came out, and it quickly burned!

Tan Yang was shocked, and hurriedly blew and flung it, trying to extinguish the flames, but no matter how hard he tried, it still didn't work at all, and in the blink of an eye, the paper with the verse poem burned to ashes, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Tan Yang said stupidly, "These celestial whisperers are just going to play this mysterious ghost trick, if you want to say it, you can explain it, don't talk about pulling it down, why are you doing these specious words?"

Hu Mei'er said: "You are wrong, the reason why the celestial whisperers use the dialect to metaphor the truth is just that they are afraid that saying it directly will reveal the heavenly secrets, and you understand the truth through the guò偈, which has nothing to do with them." I dare to conclude that this verse has a lot to do with you, but you can't understand it if you read too little. ”

Tan Yang said: "I know every word in this poem, and I know the meaning of each word, but I still can't understand it, which shows that it probably doesn't have much to do with how much I read." ”

"By the way, isn't there a high-ranking monk here?" Hu Mei'er clapped his hands and said, "Monks and Taoists can play this game, why don't we go and ask him?"

(To be continued......)