The beautiful autumn day was beautiful, but Li Xiuyuan, who was lowering his head to clean the fallen leaves, had no time to appreciate it.

After sweeping the square, he came to the lotus pond and sat down before the morning classes were over.

Looking at the scene of the lotus leaves blowing in the wind and the blue waves, I couldn't help but think of Wu Xin who sat here for several days without thinking about food and tea, and the little monk Wu You who was worried about his senior brother.

In a few days, when the first snow comes in Fangcun Mountain, he will go down the mountain to Buddha Capital with Xiao Hei.

Look at Nangong Feiyan, the mistress of the Nangong family, look at her two nephews Wuxin and Wuyou, and look at Nangong Xiaohua to see if she is married to Wuyou.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

Maybe Wuxin has found a new lover, because he didn't see Wuxin in Prajna Temple, which proves that he is still in the Nangong family down the mountain.

Maybe Xiao Wuyou and Xiao Hua are already parents. If I go down the mountain, won't I become the little guy's master?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.

Perhaps in the Five Regions Imperial City, Yeluyan's son, princess, and Nalanyu's children will soon look like him.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but get a headache again.

It feels weird to have a bunch of brats about the same age as you call yourself uncle.

After a hurried meal, I returned to the courtyard to wash up, made a pot of spiritual tea and sat under the tree, thinking about whether I should grind my ink and copy scriptures.

Senior brother Minghui opened the door and walked in.

Looking at Li Xiuyuan, he sighed and said leisurely: "Junior brother, why did you go to the lotus pond in the morning to be in a daze? Could it be that you are thinking about that guy Wuyou?"

Somehow, Ming Huiming didn't mention Wu Xin.

Li Xiuyuan looked at him, shook his head, and replied softly: "Brother, I remembered those past events when I was unintentionally crazy about love..."

Minghui sat down at the table, picked up the spiritual tea that Li Xiuyuan brought for him, and took a sip.

Looking at the yellowing leaves above his head, he sighed softly and said, "There are some things I think I should tell you."

Li Xiuyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he frowned when he saw Ming Hui, because he suddenly had a bad omen in his heart.

Could it be that something happened to Wuyou at the foot of the mountain? Or Xiaohua? Or Nangong Feiyan?

Ten years can change a lot of things, but he doesn't want his friends to encounter any accidents under the sky of the Five Realms.

After all, in his opinion, after he defeated the Beihai army, there should be no more wars in the five regions for decades.

With the foundation of the Nangong family in Fodu, how could an accident happen in Fodu?

Minghui drank half a cup of spiritual tea, turned her gaze back to the old tree above her head, looked at Li Xiuyuan and said quietly: "On the seventh year since you left, Wu Xin left..."

"Wu Xin left? Where to go? Is it possible that he can ascend before his senior brother, or is Yu'er's mother coming to pick him up?"

In his opinion, with the road to the Five Realms cut off, even the mistress of Taoyuan back then would not be able to come here again.

Moreover, he had just come from the Shura Realm and had not heard Li Yun and Dongfang Ruyu mention this matter.

If there are people from the Five Realms going there, they should tell themselves first.

Minghui sighed again, stared at his tears and said: "I can leave now, and I will die and leave you and me forever... Maybe he has already entered reincarnation at this time!"

There was a roar, like a thunder exploding above Li Xiuyuan's head!

Wu Xin died! After his disciple Nangong Ruyu's father returned to secular life, he died in the Nangong family in the Buddhist capital and entered reincarnation?!

This is impossible!

You must know that Wuxin at that time was a great monk who had entered the state of distraction. As long as he did not want to die, who in the five realms would dare to kill the disciples of Prajna Temple in Fangcun Mountain?

But his senior brother told him that Wu Xin had died?

Then, there is only one possibility, that is, I accidentally met someone scarier than my senior brother Ming Hui.

Either he killed Wu Xin with his own hands, or he forced Wu Xin to death because of the safety of the Nangong family.

Thinking of this, even Li Xiuyuan, who was already heartbroken, couldn't help but said coldly with a frosty face: "Senior brother, who killed my disciple's father."

At this time, Li Xiuyuan did not present himself as the junior master uncle of Prajna Temple, but as the master of Nangong Ruyu.

While his disciple is away, he is looking for justice for Wuxin on behalf of the woman in the white dress and Nangong Ruyu, even if it is some guys in the Five Realms Imperial City, even if it is a threat from Phoenix Mountain!

Even if he had to sacrifice his life by having the Heavenly Dao of the Five Domains cut off, he would personally seek justice for Wu Xin.

Not to mention that there are people like Nangong Feiyan, Wuyou and others at the foot of the mountain. He and I should first figure out the whole story and then decide how to get the justice that belongs to us as teachers.

Like the Shura Heaven Realm, the Five Realms are also about the size of a fist.

Minghui stretched out her hand to hold down Li Xiuyuan, who was about to go berserk, looked at him and said seriously: "Let me take a moment to tell you about Wu Xin's experience in detail..."

Li Xiuyuan nodded and shouted from inside the room: "Xiao Hei, go to the back mountain to see if there is anything delicious."

"Ah! Brother, please don't rush me!"

I saw the closed door suddenly opened, and Xiao Hei flew into the sky like a black lightning.

Minghui looked at Li Xiuyuan's icy face, sighed softly, and then told Wu Xin's story.

Who is interested in splitting Hongmeng? It must be Wuxin.

In the third year after the Imperial Master fought in Beihai and flew in the flesh, under the introduction of his sister Nangong Feiyan, he met Nalan Moli, a woman from the Tianshan Sword Sect.

Although Nalan Moli is not Nalan Yu's biological sister, she is a member of the same clan and is a talented daughter of the Tianshan Sword Sect.

After returning to secular life, Wuxin Wuxin took care of family affairs and gave up the position of head of the family to his sister Nangong Feiyan. Instead, he picked up the poems and essays he had left behind when he was young.

When Wuxin met Nalan Moli, he was already a Buddha and had a lot of talents.

The sentence he wrote: "Living in the Prajna Temple, I am the God King on Fangcun Mountain. Wandering on the streets of the Buddhist capital, I am the most beautiful lover in the world."

It once made the Buddha City and countless girls crazy about it. They asked people to find matchmakers to marry the single Wu Xin.

In February before meeting Nalan Moli, Wuxin had put down the wealth and prosperity of the Nangong family and entered the Prajna Temple again to practice.

At this time, Wu Xin was already in the late stage of distraction and was about to enter the realm of transcending tribulation.

In order to bring her brother back to the Nangong family, Nangong Feiyan did not hesitate to show Nalan Moli the poem she had written by Wuxin, so the two girls finally came to the Prajna Temple from the Tianshan Sword Sect.

That day was also afternoon.

After the fast meal, Wu Xin sat in the lotus pond staring at a pool of water and a few early lotus leaves in a daze.

When Nalan Moli, with her white skirt fluttering in the autumn wind, followed her sister, she appeared in front of Wu Xin.

Wu Xin, who was sitting in a daze, had the illusion that Nalan Jasmine, with her black hair like a waterfall and a flowing white skirt in front of her, was clearly his dead wife Song Yu'er.

Just one glance, and he fell inadvertently again.

When Nalan Jasmine saw Wu Xin sitting beside the lotus pond, she was also shocked.

With just one glance, she fell into the artistic conception of Wu Xin's poem: "Living in Prajna Temple, I am the God King on Fangcun Mountain. Wandering on the streets of Buddha City, I am the most beautiful lover in the world."

The Wu Xin in front of him was the lover he had been searching for for thousands of years in his dream, and who would not marry him unless he wanted to.

Love doesn't know where it started, but it goes deep... It's about the two crazy men and the resentful women at the moment.

Nangong Feiyan liked him very much. One was his junior sister and the other was his brother. No matter how you looked at it, this was a satisfying thing.

It is a beautiful thing for both the Tianshan Sword Sect and the Nangong family in the Buddhist capital.

After all, the Tianshan Sword Sect owed the Imperial Master a great favor, and the Imperial Master was an unintentional uncle.

There is no need to think about this matter. There is definitely no one who has any objections.

So, after Nangong Feiyan and Nalan Moli stayed in Prajna Temple for three days, Wuxin finally made the decision again and explained the reasons to her master Mingjue and uncle Minghui.

Although Ming Jue felt very reluctant to give up, he also knew that his disciple was entangled in love in this life and might not be able to practice in the Buddhist hall with peace of mind.

So, on a rainy spring morning, Wuxin told his master for the third time to bid farewell to Prajna Temple, and followed his sister and Nalan Moli down the mountain.

Down the mountain, in the master's Buddhist hall, he wrote down eternal quatrains.

"The world is safe and secure, and I will live up to the Tathagata and live up to you!"

Both Nangong Feiluo and Nalan Moli liked Wu Xin's poems very much, but Wu Xin said lightly that he was far inferior to his uncle in poetry.

Naturally, Nangong Feiyan knew that the master's talent and talents would captivate the whole country.

Looking at his brother, he smiled and said: "The national master has already ascended physically. From now on, the talents in the five realms will naturally be led by my brother."

Wu Xin murmured: "There are people outside the world. Who dares to say that his talent can conquer the country?"

Nalan Moli didn't like it even more when she heard it. She thought that not only did she find a husband, but she was also a well-educated and reasonable guy who understood the truth, which was really rare.

After coming down from the mountain, Wuxin stayed in the Nangong family for half a year, and then followed Nalan Moli to practice in the Tianshan Sword Sect.

Everything is waiting for Wu Xin to break into the realm of transcending tribulation, and the two of them will hold a grand wedding in Tianshan Sword Sect and Nangong Family.

Speaking of this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but interjected and asked: "Since it is a natural arrangement, the Tianshan Sword Sect and the Nangong family are all optimistic about the knot, who dares to harm them?"

When Minghui said this, she also sighed quietly.

He took a sip of the spiritual tea that Li Xiuyuan had brought for him, and replied: "No one can predict the wind and clouds. Who said that the wind and rain in the world can't blow the Tianshan Sword Sect? It can't blow into the Buddhism in Fangcun Mountain!"

"Who is it?!" Li Xiuyuan asked coldly.

Minghui shook his head and said quietly: "Let's put aside the unintentional things first and come back to talk about the Five Regions Imperial City."
To be continued...