That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 1111

Above the night, a round of bright and clear moon hangs high in the sky, sprinkled with countless quiet and silvery whites.

At this time, the long street outside the inn was covered with plain white, and it was hard to tell whether it was moonlight or snow. Two figures walked along the street, one behind the other.Through the thick night, one can vaguely see a man and a woman. A monk walking in front, wearing only a thin monk's robe, walks in the biting cold wind, followed by a graceful woman, dressed in Wearing a red dress, while walking, the thin clothes are tightly attached to the body, showing the bumpy figure to the fullest. Although the face is not clear, it must be stunning in the world.

After walking a certain distance, the young monk who was walking in front suddenly stopped, turned around, his face was firm and upright, and his expression was peaceful and compassionate. He looked at the woman who had been following behind him, frowned and said, "Female benefactor, are you here again?" Why bother pestering the poor monk?"

The woman in red also stopped in her tracks. She was dressed in a red dress and embroidered shoes, her eyebrows and eyes were like black, and her blue hair was like a waterfall. She was standing not far from the monk, and said in a cold voice, "Monk, why are you hiding from me?"

The monk recited the Buddha's mantra and clasped his hands together. Suddenly, the cold wind stopped, like the waves of water.

Seeing that the monk did not speak, the woman said again: "After leaving the imperial capital, you have been hiding from me everywhere. This time you came to Houjian, but you were bumped into by me. I ask you, what did you come to Houjian for?"

The young monk clasped his hands together and said: "This is the order of the master, and it is inconvenient for the young monk to tell you."

The woman smiled instead of anger, "Monk, don't forget where this is. This is a later construction, and it is my Xuanjiao territory. You are on my territory, so you are not afraid that I will make things difficult for you?"

The monk didn't make a sound, just clasped his hands together, shook his head and sighed.

The woman seemed to be used to the appearance of the person in front of her, she said to herself indifferently: "You must have heard that Hierarch Murong lost to the Sovereign of Sword Sect Xu Beiyou in Jiangdu, and was then captured by Hierarch Wanyan , in today's Xuanjiao, the sky above the head has changed, there is no longer Murong leader, only Wanyan leader..."

The monk was expressionless.

The woman continued: "However, no matter how it changes, the master must be the next generation leader, and the master only has two apprentices, one is Concubine Wanyan Yu, and the other is me. Earlier, when the leader Murong was still in power Concubine Wanyan Yu intends to build a temple in the future, and the master is more interested in me, but after Master Wanyan regained the power of Xuanjiao, he deliberately let Concubine Wanyan Yu, who was born in the Wanyan family, take over the Xuanjiao after Master."

The monk said softly: "This is a matter of Xuanjiao. The young monk is a Buddhist, so why should the female benefactor talk to the young monk about this?"

The woman in the red dress smiled and stretched out a slender green finger, tapped her cheek lightly, and said with a smile: "You are really a piece of wood, how will you be in charge of Buddhism in the future?"

The monk's expression finally changed slightly, and he said in disbelief: "When did the little monk say that he would take charge of the Buddhist school? The master is alive, and there are so many uncles and uncles in the sect, so why is it the little monk's turn to talk about taking charge of the Buddhist school?"

The woman smiled without saying a word, as beautiful as a peach blossom.

Only then did the monk suddenly realize that the woman in front of him was clearly teasing him, he felt embarrassed and his face turned reddish.

The woman put her hands behind her back and slowly approached the young monk. At some time, the cold wind picked up again, blowing her strands of black hair and sticking them to her cheeks.

She closed her eyes slowly, quietly feeling the tranquility in the cold, not closing her eyes to rest her mind, but just recalling the master-student conversation not long ago.

Later Jianxuan religion has always been said to be a saint. Yan Keqing, Xiao Yu's concubine, and Qin Mumian, who now belongs to Jianzong, are two saintesses successively. Outstanding, until their generation, it is customary to elect a saint woman. Originally, the saint woman was chosen between her and Concubine Wanyan Yu, but after Wanyan Beiyue came to power, Concubine Wanyan Yu was appointed as the successor of Xuanjiao It's a foregone conclusion, so the only candidate to become a saint is naturally her.

The saint, sounds glamorous, and her status can be regarded as respected, second only to the leader, higher than the twelve halls, and can even sit on an equal footing with the two deputy leaders and the elders, but she has a name but no real power. There are also quite a lot of restrictions, among other things, the mere prohibition of marriage has discouraged many women.Thinking about it now, it was not without reason that the two generations of saintesses, Yan Keqing and Qin Mumian, defected from Xuanjiao successively.

But then again, when the two generations of saintesses betrayed the Xuanjiao, the reason why the Xuanjiao did not pursue it was that the two women had their own support. Xiao Ru, the Eldest Princess of Ru Ning, was honored by her daughter, and even Xiao Yu recognized her as a concubine.Qin Mumian is not only half a disciple of Zi Chen, the old Taoist head teacher, but also entangled with Xiao Yu, so Xuanjiao can't pursue too much.

But who can she rely on now?
Rely on this idiot wood in front of you?
The woman smiled wryly, and slowly opened her eyes, her eye sockets were slightly red.

The young monk didn't understand why the woman suddenly wept, but he felt restless and restless for no reason.

The woman was about to speak when she suddenly turned her head away with a complicated expression.

Almost at the same time, the young monk also had a feeling in his heart, and he looked up as if he was facing a big enemy.

A moment later, a figure appeared on a eaves corner not far from the two of them. The person who came was a middle-aged man, dressed in a blue shirt, standing against the wind, with fluttering sleeves.

The middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scholar with his hands behind his back, glanced at the young monk first, then landed on the woman in red, and said slowly, "Ruyu, is this the monk you fancy? It's a good material." Meiyu, if she wants to shine and become famous, she will have to wait at least 20 years later."

The woman surnamed Yan Ruyu's lips trembled slightly, "Master..."

Hearing the word master, the young monk suddenly understood the identity of the person in front of him, and then his scalp tingled.

The person who came was none other than Xuanjiao's vice-master, Murong Xuanyin's direct disciple, Xuanjiao Song Qingying who was regarded by Wanyan Beiyue as hopeful to ascend to the 20th Floor of Earth Immortal within [-] years.

That is Yan Ruyu's tutor.

Facing this master figure who has never been on the list of secrets but is one of the best in the world, the young monk's face turned slightly pale, and he subconsciously pinched a bodhi seed among the counting beads on his wrist. to wait.

Song Qingying, who came here all the way from Tianhai City, smiled, "Little monk, your master and I are old acquaintances. For his sake, I won't make things difficult for you. As long as you leave voluntarily and let go of this relationship, How about treating it as if I owe you a favor?"

The young monk, who should have agreed with both emotion and reason, found it difficult to be calm at this moment, and instead fell into a battle between heaven and man.

Suddenly, a teardrop fell from the cheek of the woman in red. She looked at the monk and smiled sadly, "I came to see you this time because I wanted...I wanted to walk with you."

There was a soft sound, as if a heartstring snapped.

For some reason, the monk accidentally crushed the bodhi seed, and the number beads wrapped around his wrist scattered all over the ground.

(End of this chapter)