That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 534

There is a bamboo forest covering an area of ​​[-] mu at the junction of Shuzhou and Huzhou. From a distance, the bamboo sea is connected to the sky, and the wind and waves move together. The bamboo sea moves with the wind and the waves are rough.

This place used to be the residence of Fu Chen, the former leader of the White Lotus Sect. Hundreds of millions of purple bamboos formed an array, and it was difficult for idlers to enter. After Fu Chen died, this place closed itself and became a paradise isolated from the outside world. Even Fu Chen It is also difficult for the two disciples Lan Yu and Tang Shengyue to enter it.

In the center of the bamboo sea, there is a courtyard completely made of bamboo. The bamboo building and the bamboo walls almost blend with the surrounding bamboo forest. At this time, a young man in brocade clothes is on the roof of the bamboo building, Slowly replace the old bamboos that have decayed, and then replace them with new ones.

This person is Zhao Tinghu who is known as the crouching tiger among the four handsome men. The sudden autumn wind blows his robe and makes a few lonely bamboos far away from the bamboo forest sway at the same time.

The wind passed through the bamboo forest, shaking the bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest, one piece, two pieces, tens of thousands of pieces, countless bamboo leaves made rustling sounds, connected together, connected into one piece, as if the whole bamboo forest was whispering.

Zhao Tinghu stopped what he was doing, and was lost in thought for a while.

After he was defeated by Xu Beiyou, he headed to Shuzhou in embarrassment. As the saying goes, if you lose your horse, you will know that it is not a blessing. He "broke" into this ownerless bamboo forest by mistake, and got a great opportunity, and here In this bamboo forest, there is actually an alluring woman. According to her own words, she has lived in this bamboo forest since she can remember. When she was young, there were other people in this bamboo forest, but later they came one by one Zhao Tinghu was the first outsider she saw.

In terms of Zhao Tinghu's temperament, naturally he would not let this white paper-like beauty be "taken down" very quickly. Although they haven't been able to make a dewy couple, it's just because Zhao Tinghu doesn't want to, in his opinion. , such a beauty, one must savor it slowly and fully understand the taste.

Living here these days, perhaps because of the extreme tranquility and being accompanied by a beautiful woman, Zhao Tinghu gradually extinguished many untimely thoughts of winning, and began to cultivate his body. He was pleasantly surprised to find that his realm, which had not changed for a long time, had loosened a bit, and a crack appeared on the threshold of the earth fairy that blocked countless monks.

Not long after, the woman took out many ancient books from nowhere and handed them over to her lover. Only then did Zhao Tinghu know that this place was actually the former residence of Mr. Fu who shocked the world 50 years ago. Zhao Tinghu's eye-opener is just a small part left here. He is like a peddler who has seen the luxury of salt merchants in the south of the Yangtze River and found that what he regarded as a treasure before is just a piece of cake. The pile of worthless junk, especially Mr. Fu's essays left on these classics, has benefited him a lot, and it is not far away to set foot in the fairyland.

This place is really his blessed land.

A woman in white came out of the bamboo building, looked up at the roof, and said crisply, "Zhao Lang, are you alright?"

"Okay." Zhao Tinghu responded, and after placing the last bamboo board, he jumped down from the top of the building.

Zhao Tinghu looked at the repaired small building with his hands behind his back, and asked softly, "Vase, do you want to go out and have a look?"

The woman surnamed Huaping tilted her head and asked curiously, "How is the outside world?"

"Okay, of course." Zhao Tinghu narrowed his eyes and said softly, "Especially a place called the Imperial Capital, a place of prosperity in the world."

The vase thought for a while, nodded and said, "Then let's go to the imperial capital."

……

The three northeastern states border Houjian. Although winter has not yet entered, the chill has already begun.

On this day, the autumn wind howled, and the dead branches and leaves trembled in the autumn wind, making it even more desolate.

A young monk with a resolute and square face walked in the biting autumn wind wearing only a thin monk's robe, with a peaceful and compassionate expression.

Not long after, a red dress came towards me, adding a touch of beauty to this withered and yellow autumn day.

After approaching, there was a graceful woman in red dress, red dress and red embroidered shoes, her face was as white as a moon, and her blue hair was like a waterfall. She stopped not far from the monk, and said in a cold voice, "Monk, where are you going?"

The monk seemed to have never heard of it, and continued to walk forward slowly with his hands clasped together. Wherever he went, the autumn wind could not stop.

The woman raised her voice slightly, "Monk, I'm talking to you!"

The monk finally stopped and put his palms together and said, "If you go back to the benefactor, I will go to the imperial capital."

A smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth, "I happen to be going to the imperial capital too, how about we go together?"

The monk frowned slightly, hesitating slightly.

Seeing this, the woman couldn't help but angrily said: "Good monk, don't be ignorant of flattery, I don't know how many young talents want to walk with this girl!"

The young monk was puzzled and said: "Then invite the female benefactor to go with those young talents, and the poor monk can go alone."

The woman was not taken lightly by the monk's words. She pointed at the monk with her finger, her chest rose and fell, and she was speechless for a long time.

The monk hesitated to speak, but finally said nothing and was about to leave.

The woman suddenly smiled and said: "Forget it, I don't have the same knowledge as you."

Bai Meisheng smiled.

The monk smiled wryly, "Why does the female benefactor pester the poor monk?"

The woman said softly: "You were the one who saved me when I was in the ancestral home of the witch religion."

The monk shook his head and said: "It's just a little effort, the female benefactor doesn't have to worry about it."

The woman fell silent suddenly.

The monk wanted to move on again, but he didn't move.

The two just stood there in the autumn wind.

After a long time, the woman said softly, "Monk, you have done nothing wrong, why do you keep avoiding me?"

The monk said softly: "The female benefactor is a disciple of Xuanjiao, and the poor monk is a disciple of Buddhism. They have different ways and do not conspire with each other."

The woman's name is Yan Ruyu, Yan Ruyu, who "there is Yan Ruyu in the book", has worshiped Xuanjiao since she was a child. Although it has not been officially identified yet, everyone in Xuanjiao can see that the leader intends to train her to be a generation of saintess. of.

This is a great honor.

And the monk's dharma name Jin Chan should not be underestimated. He is the youngest disciple of the abbot of Buddhism today, and he is praised as the one who is expected to achieve the status of golden body Arhat.

Both of them were on the sub-list of Tianji Ranking, ranking among the top ten young men in the world.

……

The hot summer is over, the north wind is blowing, and the weather is getting colder every day.

In the imperial city, yellow dead leaves are flying in the streets and alleys. The trees on both sides of the street have already withered their leaves, and the bare tree branches are like spears piercing the sky, which is even more chilling in autumn.

A young man wearing a black gauze and a flying fish suit was walking alone on the street, stepping on the rustling leaves, against the bleak autumn wind, adding a touch of desolation to this autumn.

On the right side of the street are countless government yamen, including six ministries, ancestral mansions, the Metropolitan Procuratorate, Dali Temple, Taipu Temple, and Wucheng Bingmasi. .

At the end of the street, there is a side gate, and after passing through that gate, there is another yamen.

That yamen was called Baihutang in private, but its official name was Anweifu.

A young man named Chen Moling pressed the embroidered spring knife on his waist, walked through the thousand-step corridor, stepped over the door, and came to the gate of the Dark Guard Mansion.

(End of this chapter)