Countless fine patterns in Yugui converged into lines, and in the faint blue light, spanned countless cities, mountains and seas, intertwining two voices in one place.
This is a medium-sized guest room, facing the direction of Shuobei. Through the open window, warm wind and sunshine pour in like running water. Facing Guang Hui’s questions, Wu Ming’s face briefly revealed
With a look of embarrassment, he lowered his head, and then chose to speak truthfully.
"No progress," he said.
"..."
"Where's the teacher?" Faced with Yu Gui's silence, Wu Ming awkwardly found something to say: "Teacher, can you gain anything from being on the border between Jiangbei and Beiwei?"
"No progress." Guang Hui said.
"..."
"It seems that the matter of stealing scriptures still needs to be discussed..." After a pause, Guang Hui's voice came out numbly: "I thought that when you and I came out, these trivial matters would not be easy to solve, but now that I think about it,
I am too arrogant."
"Jiangbei will not talk about it. Each family is an old enemy who knows the ins and outs of them. Not only did I fail to take advantage of them and steal one of their scriptures, but I also got into trouble. Last time in Taiwei Mountain, the man named Pei
He's female crown is very deep, and during the conversation, she almost revealed my fake identity, which really embarrassed me!"
Pei He?
Wu Ming, who bowed his head silently, thought for a while, and he remembered that he had heard of this name.
Yes, he has heard of it.
The pearl of Mount Taiwei, with unparalleled beauty, was determined by the boring mathematicians in Mount Jiejing to be the female swordswoman of Mount Taiwei for three thousand years.
Wu Ming remembered that he had a chance encounter with her. At that time, at the Longxi Conference in Yedu, she used a wooden sword to extinguish the 700 lanterns lit in the North Tower and extinguished the sparkling fire all over the tower.
, won the first prize in the Longxi Conference amidst the cheers of the whole hall.
At that time, he went to watch the ceremony with his teacher. The two of them sat in the side hall and watched the beautiful woman in a green dress holding a wooden sword in the bright candlelight of the North Tower.
The candles were gently extinguished by the sword energy, and the bright North Tower gradually dimmed. In the silence, only the green skirt bloomed like a lotus in the depth, reminding people of those stunning and mottled flowers.
mural.
In retrospect, when she faintly raised her head in the dim lights of the North Tower and walked slowly towards her, it was indeed a very moving scene, so beautiful that it was breathtaking...
"After encountering difficulties in Jiangbei, I realized that it was very difficult for me to get anything here, and even if I could, it would be extremely difficult. Then I went to Beiwei, but I didn't expect that all the raccoons there were old and unreliable.
Everyone can be killed!"
Guang Hui's voice continued to be heard, but this time, the dull and calm tone was rarely filled with anger: "I disguised myself as a walking monk and went to Guangxia Palace to teach the Dharma. I thought I would not succeed in stealing the scriptures this time, but at least,
You can also use the name of interaction to exchange several classics..."
"Did something go wrong?" Wuming said cautiously.
"There is a person named Shen Zhen in Guangxia Palace. She exposed me through her spiritual sense with the Immortal-Destroying Flying Knife." Guang Hui said indifferently: "That knife...if I didn't escape quickly enough, my master would have died."
I will tell you that I am in Beitu!"
Pei He...and Shen Zhen?
Wuming nodded silently and wrote down these two names.
"Teacher, please be patient." He hesitated for a long time to Yu Gui, and then added dryly: "These two people have offended the teacher's mighty virtue. The disciple will remember it and will not let them go in the future..."
"Why?" Guang Hui shook his head: "With your cultivation in the lower three realms from King Kong Fall to Yang Fu?"
"..."
"Speaking of which," Guang Hui said in a sigh, "What's the progress on the matter of stealing scriptures? Have you never succeeded in it once?"
"Disciple is ashamed. I have never succeeded so far. Instead, I have been repeatedly exposed, and I was almost beaten to death several times." Wu Ming lowered his head: "This time I gave a lecture in Taizhou, and the details were leaked as soon as we met. Fortunately,
The disciple had an impromptu decision to open a forum and lecture on the sutras before he was able to get over it."
Guang Hui on the other side of Yu Gui let out a long sigh, but was also silent.
The two masters and apprentices came down the mountain with great ambition, hoping to steal the meaning of the world's scriptures to complete it, so as to achieve a great cause that has never been done before or since!
But after two years passed, all the ambitions in my heart were wiped away one by one, leaving only despondency.
"Your heart is sick." At the end, Guang Hui sent a message: "Are you feeling better now?"
"My disciple is already well."
Two years ago, after he inexplicably woke up from a small deserted mountain surrounded by the aroma of wine all over the place, the heartache and murmurings that had troubled him for countless years all disappeared.
He lost the memory of those three days, and at the same time, he also lost the heart disease that happened from time to time and seemed to be incurable...
"Teacher." Wu Ming hesitated for a moment, but still asked a question that had been pressing in his heart for a long time: "I have cultivated the magical foot power. Do I really not need to report it to the abbot and the others? Last time..."
"No need!" Guang Hui interrupted him coldly: "This temple is a mixed bag of good and bad, and it's much more chaotic than you think! It's for your own good to hide the matter about Shen Zu Tong!"
"We are... master and disciple." His voice became silent: "Whoever I harm, I will not harm you."
"Disciple understands." Wu Ming nodded silently.
"When you have free time, remember to pay attention to the traces of one or two living creatures in the upper world." Yu Gui's blue light flashed, and Guang Hui's voice finally came out before disconnecting: "The abbot is looking for it, and he is going crazy looking for it."
"Living creatures in the upper world..."
Wu Ming was stunned for a moment, but Yu Gui's transmission was disconnected at this moment, and there was no sound coming from the other side.
He was silent for a while, carefully put Yu Gui away, then sat silently on the chair by the window and closed his eyes.
Sunlight and warm wind poured in from the small window like mercury, bringing with it a full midsummer flavor. The distant and noisy sound of cicadas penetrated the golden summer air and the bluestone pavement that was burned by the sun.
"The day after tomorrow, remember to come here to find me!"
In that shady alley covered with moss and vines, she jumped away and ran away, as happy as a cat that has bitten a dried fish. In the past two years, she has grown taller and become more beautiful.
Everything seemed to have changed, but when she smiled, it seemed like nothing had changed...
Wu Ming slowly covered his face, and the overwhelming sunlight fell in. It filled the entire small room and was like a golden tide.
"The day after tomorrow..."
His voice passed through his fingers and sounded low.
Light and dark appear alternately with the changing sunlight. Outside the window, in the gaps between leaves, cicadas scream loudly in summer.
…
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In the small wine shop, there was a buzz of people drinking and drinking.
Xie Fanjing lowered her head. Beside her, people smelled of alcohol and talked and laughed loudly with red necks. It was so lively that it was as if the roof had been blown off.
"What's wrong?"
The veiled woman turned around. She looked at Xie Fanjing's dumb little head, which seemed a little sad. She stretched out her hand and rubbed it gently:
