A few hours later, Baizhu, with a bruised nose and swollen face, sat alone on the steps of Yueshou Palace.
It was already Yinshi, and there were only a few lights in the sparsely populated Fenyin City.
He moved his buttocks, and a sharp tearing pain came from his back, making Baizhu gasp.
Click——
Behind him, the door of Yueshou Palace was pushed open. Wuhui sighed and sat down next to Baizhu.
He coughed twice and bumped the person next to him with his shoulder, but stopped talking.
"What are you doing?" Atractylodes tincture sounded loudly.
His cheeks were swollen, as high as half a finger, and his eyes were swollen like peaches, making it difficult to even open them.
The corner of his mouth moved, and the wound on his face was pulled again. The pain made him grin and he could only breathe softly.
I was almost called Xie Danqiu, no, now I am called Xie Wei.
He was almost beaten to death by Xie Wei.
This beating was really inexplicable.
No one reacted, Xie Wei picked up his collar like a chicken, and in an instant, he disappeared without a trace.
Wuhui's escaping light had just risen, and when he saw it was her, he slowly circled twice in mid-air as if nothing had happened.
It seemed that he just came out to enjoy the cool weather and paid no attention to Bai Shu's shouts.
In the face of life and death, Baizhu showed his strongest eloquence in history, and his tongue was full of flowers.
In the end, he was almost moved by himself.
But no matter how eloquent and eloquent he was, Xie Wei always had a frosty face and said nothing.
If Xie Fanjing hadn't hurried over with Wu Xian at the end, he had no doubt that he would be slapped to death by her.
This woman doesn't miss the old relationship at all, she is completely different from her previous tenderness.
Seeing Bai Shu turn his head away without saying a word, Wuhui immediately started to scream in pain.
"Can you blame me, uncle, for this? Obviously you can't!
I can't beat her, so even if I go, I can only watch you get beaten from the side."
He paused: "Even if I can fight, should I fight or not? If something really goes wrong, wouldn't you be heartbroken?"
Feeling distressed?
Baizhu touched his mouth that was as swollen as a sausage and sneered secretly.
I feel so bad for you, I wish you could beat her to death.
He silently mobilized his mind and calmed down his injuries. Wu Hui spoke earnestly from the side, looking like a master who persuaded ignorant believers.
"If you fight at the head of the bed, close the end of the bed. You're a grown man. When the time comes, the bed..."
His voice stopped suddenly, and Baizhu suddenly jumped away and spread his hands, as if you continue to speak and I am listening.
The door was opened at some point, and even Wuhui's spiritual sense didn't notice it.
The beautiful woman in red had no expression on her face, and as she walked out, she looked at her nose, nose and mouth without squinting.
"He said so."
Bai Zhu stretched out his hand and pointed: "It's just across the door. You can definitely hear me. It has nothing to do with me."
"Amitabha, I have done great service for the Xie family, and I have shed blood for Dazheng."
Wuhui chuckled: "Master nephew, you are still too young."
You're crazy, it's not my mouth that's moving...
Seeing Xie Wei looking over coldly, Baizhu's hair stood on end and he subconsciously hid behind Xie Fanjing.
Seeing this, Xie Wei's eyes became a little colder.
"Amitabha."
Without any embarrassment, he coughed twice and stepped forward to smooth things over:
"I already know the purpose of the Heavenly Official's visit. The poor monk will report it to the abbot."
He clasped his hands together and placed them between Baizhu and Xie Wei to block the intimidating gaze for him.
"We have been working hard all the way. If there is nothing else, Heavenly Official should go down and rest first."
After the man in red clothes left, Baizhu finally relaxed. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Sister A is very good. I have never seen her hit anyone." Xie Fanjing said in a low voice.
Under the operation of the mind method, the qi and blood were activated a lot, and the originally swollen bruises gradually disappeared.
He tried pressing the left side of his face, but the pain was no longer as severe as before.
"It's a disaster."
Wu Xian suddenly spoke. He and Wu Hui looked at each other and said in a deep voice:
"She received a summons halfway, Feiyun Temple was burned down, and Zen Master Miaoyan was missing."
"Oh?" Without showing any seriousness, "What does the emperor want?"
Baizhu couldn't hear the rest of the conversation. The two of them talked with their hearts for half a stick of incense before they stopped.
"I'll take you to Fengshan Temple first."
Wuhui looked serious, "I'll take care of your business so I can free up my hands."
"Zheng and Chu are going to war again?"
"No way, that's not the case." Wuhui seemed to see through Bai Shu's mind, "This fire cannot burn Songyang."
The two chatted for a while, and then Baizhu went to pack his luggage, followed by Xie Fanjing.
He didn't have much in the first place, and the elixirs had already been taken into his Niwan Palace by Wuhui for safekeeping. Baizhu randomly rolled up a few pieces of clothing and closed the door.
Next door, Tie Zhu was still snoring loudly, and no such loud noise could wake him up, which made Baizhu envious of his good sleep.
The moment he closed the door, Baizhu felt a little disappointed.
The original person has lived in Fenyin for fourteen years. Since he traveled back in time and received his memory, he has always been eager to go out and see it.
Outside the city, there are white-robed swordsmen, walking monks, mountain spirits and ghosts stalking the mountains and secluded forests, and giant snakes and pythons swimming in the abyss of Daze.
The prime minister in white clothes, the noble family for many generations, the heroic knight in the wine shop who promised life and death; when the war broke out in the temple, millions of corpses were lying on the ground.
Outside the city, there is a whole world of rivers and lakes.
"Thanks."
Bai Shu lowered his head and spoke softly: "I've been troubling you these days."
Xie Fanjing stared at him blankly, as if she was stunned. After a long time, she ran forward two steps and hugged Baizhu fiercely.
The hug was strong and warm, like firewood burning in the winter. Baizhu was stunned and gently hugged her back.
"I will go to Fengshan Temple to find you." Xie Fanjing sniffed, "Don't you not recognize me."
"how come?"
The little girl's eye circles were red, and there was a hazy layer of mist under her eyes.
Bai Shu never understood where the little girl's inexplicable kindness towards him came from.
He felt a pang in his heart and bent down slightly, looking level with Xie Fanjing.
"Come to Fengshan Temple." He forced out a big smile, "I will bake the best fish for you!"
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"alright?"
Wuhui, who was leisurely and leisurely, was startled when he saw Baizhu walking towards him with a package on his back.
"There's no need to be in such a hurry. I won't say goodbye to your brother."
"No." Bai Zhu hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "He will cry, but at that time, I really don't know what to do."
Bai Shu smiled casually: "I will come back anyway. By then, Tiezhu may be a wealthy man in Fenyin!"
"That's fine."
Wuhui also smiled. After Baishu said goodbye to Wuxian, he lifted Baishu's shoulders and jumped up.
A brilliant golden light rose from the ground, lighting up the whole garden. It slowly circled three times in the city, and suddenly went straight up to Qingming.
In the golden light, Baizhu looked down with complicated eyes. The whole city was like a building block toy built by a child, delicate and tiny.
At this moment, he finally took his last step towards the outside of Fenyin City.
In a garden with lush flowers and trees, the monk put his hands together and smiled. His little figure stood on tiptoes and waved vigorously to himself.
Turning around again, on a high pavilion, a woman in red raised her face and seemed to wave slightly.
Sudden!
Sudden!
The golden light carried him upwards, and he could no longer see it, while the howling wind continued.
As far as the eye can see, there is only the endless vast sea of blue clouds.
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"Is that the reincarnation of your disciple Wu Ming?"
The beautiful woman in a bun with a high bun covered her lips and smiled softly. Opposite her, the divine foot monk Guang Hui remained speechless.
If Baizhu could see this scene, he would recognize it.
The beautiful woman who was faintly confronting the magic foot monk was the character in the beauty painting on the scroll that Song Chi carried.
She broke away from the scroll, and every move she made was dazzling.
Lady Yinshan!
No one would have thought that a big ghost figure that shocked the world would be attached to a painting.
Bai Shu and this great sly figure had met several times without even realizing it.
"Who knows."
The divine foot monk Guang Hui looked blank: "Aren't you the same? This man is the reincarnation of your lover?"
He turned his gaze away with a mocking expression:
"The eldest disciple of Du Shaozhi, he was once the leader among the younger generation of Confucianism."
"What should I call you? Song Zai?"
Guang Hui looked at the young man beside Mrs. Yinshan, who only had his soul left, and smiled coldly:
