"Oh my God, why do you meet some beauties? They are all messy, either worldly absurd or nuns? Alas... At this time, I was not convinced when I was drinking three jars of wine!"

Xu Yunchuan sighed at the sky, he really didn't accept the impermanence of this world.

Su Xin walked behind her, her eyes shining with comfort. Her temperament was already extraordinary, but now she changed into simple clothes and showed more charming.

"Huh... the last time I walked around the long street was the Mid-Autumn Festival last year. At that time, the temple event and the Mid-Autumn Festival ceremony were held together, and it was rare to invite a opera troupe to the stage."

The moon is bright and the wind is clear, the daughter is beautiful, the man is handsome, there is a bright moon in front to guide the way, the street lights are sent to you behind, the wind and clouds are following, and the bottom is... There is a road below, and there is nothing, but this is often the most important thing. If there is no road, how can you see the scenery along the way?

In short, there are countless pleasant and tenderness tonight, which belongs to spring.

spring breeze

Warmth

Entering the Tu Su.

Yan Qing asked as he walked, "You Buddhist places will also invite those inferior opera troupes to perform? Will it not be dirty and the Buddhist qi?"

Su Xin took a slight hirsty hair, pouted slightly, and complained: "But there is no lively program in Buddhism, so she had to invite a troupe to come, but she sang a Buddhist drama and was very idle."

"This is the first time I hear a Buddhist drama." Yan Qing said.

Su Xin said: "It is to play Buddhist music, sing Buddhist songs, recite Guanyin and pass Cihang, and the Buddha's master cuts his flesh and feeds the eagle..."

Xu Yunchuan jumped out a few steps and said in a stance: "How addicted? Listen to heroic fortune, you have to listen to the clouds and moons, the general's orders and the destiny of the heavens; listen to tenderness and listen to the Peony Pavilion, Pipa Rain, Farewell My Concubine, and the love of the daughter!"

Yan Qing smiled and said, "Brother Xu, you are so good at playing. You only listen to music and watch the most."

Xu Yunchuan patted his chest boldly: "Where am I playing? I can sing a piece for you even if I sing..."

Su Xin suddenly stepped forward, her face as beautiful as magnolia, delicate pear blossoms, and orchids covered her face with one finger. She salivated, charming and tender. She sang softly: "Don't like you all, my mother is a famous singer in Phoenix City, and my father also plays the piano master. She has been influenced by it for 16 years and can't sing a few lines."

"Haha, okay!" Yan Qing called out three times, pulled Wu Que to sit on the ground, straightened his body and said, "There is no shortage of anything else, the worst thing at this moment is a pot of good wine."

Xu Yunchuan swung his body straight and said with his hips: "Miss Suxin, I won't take advantage of you anymore. I'll just sing a pipa girl and the audience?"

"This is a song from Jiangnan!"

"The rivers in the south of the Yangtze River are wafting, and people are slowly boarding the passenger ship. The curtains are lying inside. There is a woman sitting on a red mat, and there is a beautiful woman holding a pipa. She comes without a name to ask for a voice, which is called the love of the pipa!"

Xu Yunchuan started to play the role of the flower drama first, and the singing was not good, but the opera drama was already eight points.

Su Xin is the "pipa girl" who called for the voice. She cleared her throat and was about to speak, but suddenly a call interrupted all the joy-

"Junior Sister Su Xin!"

Su Fan stood not far behind the street. She was still a graceful woman under the lights. In terms of heroism, she was the best except Lin Fan she had ever seen.

Su Xin turned her head and saw that her daughter Hong instantly climbed onto her cheeks. She turned her back and tidied up her makeup, bit her lips secretly and said, "Oh no, how could I forget this important thing about seeing my senior sister? It's really a waste of my ambition. Amitabha, Amitabha..."

Yan Qing and Wu Que also sat up from the ground, and had nothing to say to Su Fan and the others. Perhaps Su Fan had a hard time thinking, but when she saw her, a erotic scene appeared in her mind, which was a rare thing in the world...

Su Fan walked towards Su Xin and took out the majesty of his senior sister. She stepped forward and blamed her slightly: "Su Xin? What kind of airs are you just putting on?"

Su Xin turned around and didn't dare to look at Su Fan, but just stuttered: "It's just a whim, greedy for fun, Su Xin knew that she was wrong, and she would be very worried when she went back..."

Su Fan shook his head helplessly: "I don't mean to punish you. Today you have a plain costume and don't have to be rigorous and clear about the rules and regulations. It's just that your feet are still injured, so you have returned from practicing and have not had a good rest. Does your feet hurt?"

"Hehe, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt," Su Xinnu smiled and pulled Su Fan. She admired Su Fan in her heart, which was the kind of brother's admiration. At this time, he pointed at Xu Yunchuan and the other three and introduced happily:

"By the way, Senior Sister, the three kind donors I mentioned to you today are also friends I met during my practice."

Then she introduced Su Fan to the three people on the other side and said, "This is my senior sister. What you have seen today is the most short-supervised person in the world."

"My junior sister's words are impetuous again," Su Fan drowned and a little blamed Su Xin. Then he folded his hands and looked at the three people in front of him, bent down, and bowed deeply: "Today, thank you for the three donors for taking action. Su Fan thanked the three of them on behalf of the host elder."

Yan Qing hurried up to say that she helped her up and returned a ceremony: "There is no need for others to blaspheme in front of Buddhism. If the Huns have another problem, they will come to look for us. Anyway, we are also individual tourists from the world who are licking blood on the edge of the knife, so it is okay to kill a few more people."

Su Fan hurriedly retorted: "No, the donor has passed. I met Prince Huyan in the inn before. Although his temperament is a little straightforward, he is willing to add merit. His nature is not a bad person."

Xu Yunchuan said straight again: "Zhusufan said, the more money you donate, the higher the merits will be?"

Su Fan shook his head: "Amitabha, adding incense oil is just a matter of your heart. The little prince Huyan burned more than a dozen pillars of high incense, and the incense and Buddha light spread all over the world. This is merit."

Xu Yunchuan said: "I think killing that turtle is even more merit."

"Brother Xu is right, but it is real," Yan Qing applauded and tactfully advised Su Fan and Su Xin: "According to me, these Huns never believe in Buddhism, they will come to Tongming Temple for other purposes. If you listen to my advice, you should let your monks guarding the treasures in the temple in the past few days and be careful of suffering."

Su Fan was a little displeased after hearing this: "If Tongming Temple dares to enter in filth, the Buddha will be afraid of him at a glance, and there is no need for the monks who protect the courtyard. I think the donor is too worried."

Su Xin was very thoughtful, so she hurried forward and advised, "Okay, senior sister, donor Yan always speaks with reason. Those people from the Huns could never find any other advantages except spending money like soil. And the prince was interested in being flirting with me in the afternoon. Can't you see that senior sister?"

"This..." Su Fan seemed speechless for a moment, and Su Xin said again: "If it weren't for the merits of sesame oil left, Su Xin wouldn't have recommended it!"

Xu Yunchuan suddenly thought, "By the way, Sister Su Xin, you should carry the 'heroes' I gave to you before. If that little prince wants to make a mistake in your plan, remember and spit it in his eyes!"

Su Xin patted her waist bag: "Of course I carried it with you," she said with shame on her face and apologized to the three of them: "Su Xin lies and said she would send three of them to Phoenix City tomorrow, but now she has something to do and I can't leave. The purpose of my visit tonight is to apologize to the three donors."

Yan Qing smiled lightly: "Miss Suxin is really kind, I'll bear this apology."

"It's too late today, and I should go back to the temple with my senior sister," Su Xin bowed together, "The three donors, let's leave."

All three of them were speechless, just nodding their heads to see her parting.

"Oh, everyone is obviously a beautiful woman, so she insists on being a nun, hey..." Xu Yunchuan waved his hand and began to sigh again, feeling sad.

Wu Que said: "They can return to secular life before they have been cut off."

"Really?" Xu Yunchuan's eyes lit up.

Wu Que disdained: "It's true, it's true. Even if they are still secular, they will never follow you."

Xu Yunchuan did not refute Wu Que's words, but he knew: "I am indeed not worthy of Sister Su Xin, and you are a man with a wife. It seems that if she is really secular, she will have to rely on the Lord of Yan to help her."

"Scared! Why did you get me back?" Yan Qing couldn't help but be shocked.

Xu Yunchuan said righteously: "Which king doesn't have three wives and four concubines? I see those beautiful little nuns can also be taken back to fill in the house!"

Yan Qing smiled lightly, walked away slowly and raised three fingers, saying, "The fortune teller told me that I, Yan Qing, have three women in my life, can't be more than one."
Chapter completed!