Female president's private killer

The snow-white long gauze skirt made a gesture of invitation, and Duan Tiandao strode up to the small door without hesitation.

The bodyguards behind him looked at each other and had to follow.

The door is small, but the world behind the door is big.

It was a whole green mountain with a large area. At a glance, it is not easy to walk a complete circle along the road at the foot of the mountain.

There are various patterns made up of colored stones on the road. Duan Tiandao is enjoying it. Suddenly, he listens to the roaring sound of water coming from the air.

Subconsciously, he looked up and saw a silver waterfall pouring out from somewhere in the green mountain cliff, turning into a white practice, falling between the cliffs dozens of feet high, scattered and overflowing, turning into dozens of smaller water lines, passing through the jagged mountains and rocks, and finally falling to the ground.

Looking at this beautiful picture, then his eyes moved down along the dozens of flowing water. He saw a very wide black stone flat in front of the road. There were shallow canals dug manually between the flat. The clear water from the green mountains flowed forward along those canals.

Walking along the canal, the water in the canal is very clear, and the white stones at the bottom of the canal shine like pearls.

Not long after, he came to the road up the mountain. The sound of the waterfall faded away, and the canals on the shiping became more dense. People couldn't help thinking of what kind of pattern these shallow canals would form if they looked down from the top of the mountain?

Then he saw the road in the mountain.

It's a straight road from Shiping to the top of the mountain.

There is nothing on the road, not even trees on both sides, only cliff stones.

Anyone who thinks about the top of the mountain at the end of the road will probably have a strong desire to go up.

This desire is so strong that no one needs to say hello. Everyone strides towards that road, and everyone has a spirit of being the best.

The stone steps are flat and wide, with fine lines engraved on them. They are not patterns, but just for anti-skid. Although the stone steps are long, there are no bars and cables on both sides, like facing an abyss, walking on them is very steady, as if they will never go wrong. Or, this is the shelter given to the latecomers by the people who built the stone steps in those years.

Looking at the endless stone steps, Duan Tiandao walked silently and calmly. I don't know how long it took, and finally came to the night sky.

At the end of the stone steps is the flat ground, and in the middle is a pavilion made of wood beams and stone bricks. This building covers an extremely wide area and is also very tall. It is only very lonely because it is far away from the ground and the world.

Looking at the night in the distance, there is only the figure of this building in the parallel field of vision. The lamps in the shape of the legendary night pearl radiate a faint light. It looks like a palace that has passed through hundreds of years.

In the whole Yunhai City, the geographical location of this building is afraid to be the highest. If the weather is good enough, you can see all the streets of Yunhai, but Duan Tiandao doesn't overlook the scenery in the four fields, because the night is deep and he can't see the scenery on the ground, and even more because he is not in the mood to see the scenery.

His eyes fell on the lonely Pavilion and never moved away. His expression remained unchanged, but his mood had been slightly turbulent.

This pavilion has no plaques, no lanterns, no gorgeous decorations, only beams and bluestone walls with a natural solemn atmosphere, without a trace of light, which is particularly silent.

The gate was unlocked. It seemed that you could push it open as long as you reached out.

The girl who claimed to lead the way but followed Duan Tiandao silently did not push the door. It seemed that she was just silently waiting for Duan Tiandao to reach out and push the door open.

Duan Tiandao stood in front of the door, silent for a moment, adjusted his mood until his breathing became absolutely gentle, then raised his hands to the door and pushed forward slightly.

There was no squeaking sound. It was as smooth as a leaf falling into the water. The wooden door slowly opened, and a light overflowed from the crack of the door. With the widening of the crack of the door, more light overflowed and fell on him, shining the slightly surprised look on his face clearly.

The light overflowing from the Lingyan Pavilion was white, shining his wrinkled face like bark, and his eyebrows looked darker because of the contrast, like a straight ink line.

Why is the door so bright and there are so many lights? Why can't you see the slightest outside? Are those windows fake?

Thinking about these things, he didn't slow down. The door was pushed open about a foot. He stepped over the threshold, went in and entered the pavilion.

The bodyguards dispersed with tacit understanding. Only the girl who led the way, Yang pangzi and thin kapok, followed him in.

When several people's feet just landed, the door closed again behind him.

There are no lamps, butter candles or night pearls in the pavilion. But the world, which should have been dark, was shining with white light.

Duan Tiandao narrowed his eyes and walked forward.

On the corner, he entered a very spacious lobby. Several ancient wooden sitting tables were prepared in the hall. The white skirt girl leaned slightly and made an invitation gesture. Duan Tiandao didn't hesitate and sat down in the middle seat.

Soon, several women in white came out of the hall like running water, and skillfully began to light the incense in the copper sparrow stove in front of them. Yang pangzi looked at the rising incense fiercely and said loudly: "Na! I use ancient Chinese! Isn't this poisonous smoke? "

The girl trembled with fear. It took him a long time to light sandalwood. Duan Tiandao shook his fan slightly: "don't talk nonsense. It's obviously a good sandalwood."

Yang pangzi: "nonsense is not ancient..."

As soon as the silver bell rang, a woman suddenly turned out behind the curtain. One face to face killed everyone's interest in conversation.

This woman is definitely a real beauty. Her eyebrows are lightly painted, her face is powdered, her makeup is light, and her lips are a little red, setting off a pretty face that is both happy and angry. She was dressed in a goose yellow loincloth skirt, which set off her petite figure.

At this time, the great beauty walked slowly on the long wool carpet in the hall with a pair of snow-white lotus feet. Her walking posture was as elegant as a cat. Her curvaceous posture was wrapped under her loose brocade robe. When her steps were opened and closed, a pair of slender white legs loomed at the hem of the long skirt.

It can be seen that this is a woman with excellent education. Her gestures are as accurate as measured with a ruler. She is so noble and graceful. She is like a work of art carefully carved by God. In order to carve her, God has exhausted all the best things in the world, from her black waterfall like hair to her glittering jade like toes, all showing God's love for her.

In a twinkling of an eye, the great beauty bowed down slowly in front of Duan Tiandao: "Aries has seen Mr. Yin."

When Aries bowed down, the Royal robe naturally slipped to her shoulder. This woman didn't wear anything else except the Royal robe. Duan Tiandao could see her honey skin and exquisite collarbone.

"It's said that Mr. Yin has a deep understanding of Chinese culture. Aries is not talented. He wants to make a fool of himself in front of Mr. Yin. I'm afraid only a talent like Mr. Yin can enjoy this heavenly demon dance."

"Shit?" The thin man didn't say anything, and Yang pangzi was very dissatisfied: "which family do you belong to? Did you say that? Of course, boss Yin is a talent. What about me? I'm not? What about kapok? Kapok is also good! Also, what I said when I entered the door was all ancient Chinese! Why is there no talent? How beautiful! "

Yang pangzi kept talking and wanted to say that Bai Yanger totally ignored it and clapped his hands. Then a team of women with Buddha crowns and gauze clothes poured in. The gold bracelet on their arms looked golden in the candlelight, the jade inlaid with gemstones hung at their waist, and the white little feet were silent on the soft carpet. They held bells and drums in their arms, and some had reed leaves in their mouths, With a dagger like hairpin in his hair, the kitten lay down around Aries.

Yang pangzi wanted to say something, but he was photographed by the magnificent and wonderful scene and opened his mouth.

Aries didn't know where to find a gold cup, held it in her mouth, bent down to pay tribute to Duan Tiandao, and just shook her waist. The brocade robe was piled under her feet like a retreated shell. There was only a wisp of gauze on her chest, and her skin was exposed in full view. Her face was beautiful, her mouth was filled with a wisp of ridicule, but her waist was like a soldier going to fight.

"When observing the free Bodhisattva and walking deep Prajna paramita for a long time, he saw that the five implications were empty and lived through all hardships. Relic son, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true when thinking and knowing. The relic is the empty phase of all dharmas, which is neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, nor increased nor decreased. Therefore, the air is colorless, there is no thought, action, consciousness, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, colorless sound, fragrance, touch, no vision, even the unconscious, no ignorance, no ignorance, even no old death, no old death. No pain gathers and destroys the Tao, no wisdom and no gain. With no gain. Bodhisattva bandits, according to Prajna paramita, have no worries. "

Aries with the dancers did not dance, but with the crisp bell, sat on the ground like a monk and began to recite the Scriptures, two sentences, one section, one stop, one bell: "there is no obstruction, so there is no terror, stay away from reversing dreams, and what is Nirvana. All Buddhas of the third generation, according to Prajna paramita, obtained the three despised three Bodhi of attidora. Therefore, it is known that Prajna paramita is a great God mantra, a Daming mantra, a supreme mantra, a nothingness mantra and so on. It can eliminate all suffering and is true. Therefore, the Prajna paramita mantra, that is, the mantra says: uncover the truth, uncover the truth, uncover the truth, uncover the truth, Bodhisattva bhaha. "

Those women's voices were very sweet. Their red lips quickly spit out a mouthful of syllables. At first, they were very neat. Slowly, there were always two dancers' voices separated from the brigade, one repeat, two repeat, three repeat. Finally, Duan Tiandao's ears were full of them. Color is not different from space, space is not different from color, color is empty, empty is color.

They read these words very clearly, while other sentences seemed to become whispers in their ears.

If you want to listen to the Scriptures hard, you only have empty color. The word color space lingers in your mind, as if you want to engrave the word color space in your mind.

The silver bell rang, and the people couldn't help but look at the field. The dancers sat side by side in front of the people, arm in arm, and the golden tame on the arm was actually buckled together. Their bodies swayed left and right, and a small golden bell hung on their delicate body. The sound was like a spring silkworm biting mulberry leaves on a rainy night. There were no more living beauties in front of them, But a white jade wave. The golden bell is the broken gold paved on the water by the sunset.

Duan Tiandao took a slight breath, controlled his body, didn't let him swing with the dancer's rhythm, and turned to look at Yang pangzi and kapok.

Fortunately, kapok's eyes were empty and he didn't know where he was wandering. However, Yang pangzi danced with the rhythm with his hand holding the wine cup, stared wide and focused.

Anyway, at this time, Yang pangzi had swung his body gently with the ups and downs of the dancer, and he didn't know how terrible his fat body was.

In a trance, someone is blowing reed leaves, just like a sad woman calling for the return of her lover. The wind is burning in the cold window, the cold night is silent, the music ends, and ten thousand voices can't call back.

There were big tears in the dancer's eyes dripping on her chest, but her arms shook more violently, and the drum sounded.

Just like the steps of a lover on a long journey.

I can't keep it.