The young man scratched his head and asked in confusion: "Sister Xiuxiu, what's going on with Senior Sister Gong?"
Fang Xiuxiu tilted her head and thought about it. After a while, she gave up reluctantly and waved her hands: "Forget it, I don't want to. Let's order first. Do you want some more?"
"Okay, okay." The young man nodded hurriedly and said with a smile: "I don't have enough money, so I only ordered two dishes."
"You are such a loser!" Xiuxiu smiled sweetly.
The young man scratched his head, chuckled, but was not annoyed, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to greet the waiter.
After ordering the dishes, he asked curiously: "Sister Xiuxiu, what's going on with Senior Sister Gong and Senior Brother Zhanran?... It seems very strange."
"What's weird?" Xiuxiu asked.
The young man tilted his head and thought for a while, frowning in distress: "I can't tell!... It seems... It seems that Senior Sister Gong cares about Senior Brother Zhanran very much."
Xiu Xiu rolled her eyes at him: "Nonsense!... In our Seventh House of Mei Mansion, Zhan Ran is the only one who can compete with senior sister, so naturally she cares about her!"
"Hmm...Senior Brother Zhanran is such a fast sword!" The young man nodded with admiration and admiration on his face.
Xiu Xiu patted his forehead: "You, work hard and don't get punished all the time! If you have some ambition, you must surpass him!"
"It's hard..." The young man grimaced, and when Xiuxiu's almond-shaped eyes widened, he nodded quickly: "Okay, I'll just work hard..."
Li Muchan walked on the path in the mountains, not using the fleeting light, walking calmly, unhurriedly, and every step he took was very steady.
The full moon in the sky is like a jade plate, and its clear light is blown away by the night wind and spreads in all directions.
He suddenly smiled, infinitely happy, peaceful and kind, as if he had an epiphany.
Walking on the familiar mountain road, looking at the wonderful night scenery around him, he felt peaceful in his heart. The night breeze was gentle, cool and moist, and his pores suddenly opened, and the Tianyuan Breathing Technique began to operate naturally.
The pores all over the body are open, feeling the cool night breeze blowing by, the mouth and nose are spitting and taking in, the pores are opening and closing, and the Dantian is warm.
When he woke up, he suddenly realized that he was actually practicing the Tianyuan breathing technique while walking!
It occurred to me for a moment that this was because it was condensed into a round bead.
In the past, to practice the Tianyuan breathing technique, you need to meditate and enter the state of concentration. Only then can you become one with the heaven and earth and breathe out the vitality of heaven and earth.
After reading the Sutra of Observing Heaven and Human Spirits, he gained a deeper understanding of heaven and earth, and understood why he was perfect when he ascended the throne and could unite heaven and man.
The method of meditation has two methods: movement and stillness. Entering concentration while moving is the most difficult. Even if he is in the first state of Zen, he cannot achieve it.
Now that the ball has been condensed, it has naturally reached concentration while moving. How could he not be happy?
The inner lake is quiet and waveless, without thoughts or worries, focusing on the pores, spitting out and taking in the mouth, the pores open and close, and the coolness penetrates into it, just like absorbing the moonlight, and the Dantian is warm.
After walking for a while, he stopped the Tianyuan Breathing Technique and tried to practice the six scriptures, first Shaoyang, then Shaoyang,... and finally the Taiyang Sutra.
The smile on his lips grew wider. Sure enough, the six sutras flowed flexibly, just like meditating. As long as you keep your inner lake calm, there will be no waves or waves.
In his joy, he unknowingly reached the top of the mountain.
He stopped and looked down behind him. Under the soft moonlight, the path leading to the bottom of the mountain was as winding as a sheep's intestines and was covered by dense woods.
He suddenly showed a mysterious smile.
The body is full of vitality and lively as pearls, but there is no trace of injury?
This is a game he set up.
I met Fang Shaohua when I was a kid. I thought he was arrogant and ruthless, but he was also a talented person. Face to face, I could see more clearly. He was tolerant, vicious, and narrow-minded. He was a man who was determined to retaliate. He was like a poisonous snake.
If you offend, the consequences will be endless.
Instead of suffering from it in the future, it is better to eradicate the root cause and take precautions at all times.
He has a detached mentality. He may appear to be sentimental, but deep down he is ruthless. He understands the secrets of life and death. Killing someone is just to give him a ride, it's no big deal.
Therefore, he made a decisive decision and took advantage of the opportunity to fake his injuries. He calculated that Fang Shaohua would definitely chase him.
He suddenly trembled and coughed violently. After a few times, he sat limply on the grass, breathing heavily, as if the injury had recurred and was unsustainable.
He crossed his legs with difficulty, closed his eyes, and sat quietly to adjust his breathing.
After a while, he suddenly turned around and looked towards the woods to the south.
Amidst the rustling, two people slowly walked out of the shadows. Under the bright moonlight, the leader had a straight waist and eyes like an eagle. He was none other than Fang Shaohua, the head of Kaiyang Courtyard.
Fang Shaohua stepped on the thick soft leaves and slowly walked up to Li Muchan. The moonlight illuminated his face, expressionless and cold as iron, with only a pair of eyes shining brightly.
Behind him followed a young man with a pale face and a thin body that could be blown away by a gust of wind.
The young man looked excited, his eyes were shining, as if looking at delicious food, and he smiled: "Zhanran, what's wrong with you?"
Li Muchan smiled: "Master Fang, we meet again."
"Well, why are you sitting still?" Fang Shaohua said coldly.
The young man chuckled: "Get up! Why don't you look majestic now? ...The four guys from Tianshu Academy are not here, and no one will support you!"
Li Muchan smiled: "Master Fang, why are you here late at night?"
"Waiting for you!" Fang Shaohua said coldly.
"Oh——?" Li Muchan smiled and nodded: "When I do something else, do you want to kill me?"
The young man chuckled and said: "That's right! ... In this wilderness, if you kill someone and throw them into the woods, they will be eaten up by wolves tomorrow. Where can you find them?"
Li Muchan didn't even look at him, shook his head and said: "Master Fang, kill me. Senior brother and the others will guess it's you, how can we just let it go?"
"Them?" Fang Shaohua shook his head and curled his lips slightly.
Being ignored all the time, the young man was also annoyed and shouted angrily: "If they are honest, that's all. If they find trouble, they will kill their companions!"
Li Muchan still didn't look at him, and looked at Fang Shaohua with a smile: "Master Fang is hiding his secrets, what is his intention?"
The young man's face became ferocious, extremely angry, and he looked like a clown.
He likes the cat-and-mouse trick the most. It's fun to torture him first, make him collapse, and then kill him. But this Zhanran is so hateful, it's like the cat and mouse are the opposite!
"Qiang..." The long sword was unsheathed, and he pointed condescendingly at Li Muchan, gritting his teeth: "Zhan Ran, stop talking nonsense, delaying the attack is useless! ...Senior Brother Fang, you can't kill a chicken with a bull's knife, I'll kill him!"
"...Hmm." Fang Shaohua stared at Li Muchan for a moment and nodded slowly.
"My name is Zhao Wufang, remember--!" The young man's eyes burst into flames and he stabbed fiercely with his sword.
"Uh..." The sword flashed, and the young man groaned. He looked at Li Muchan in astonishment and slowly lowered his head.
A small hole in his left chest was spurting out blood, and a bloody arrow shot out three feet.
Li Muchan was still sitting cross-legged, with his long sword lying across his knees, looking at Fang Shaohua indifferently, half smiling, but his breath was slightly heavier.
Fang Shaohua's eyes were like eagles, staring closely at Li Muchan. He ignored Zhao Wufang and allowed him to fall slowly, while just staring at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan smiled: "Don't you look at his injuries?... He has a heart of stone, but that's it. First Leader Fang is really powerful."
Fang Shaohua smiled coldly: "You are a monk, you kill people without blinking an eye, you are not bad at all!"
Li Muchan still smiled: "I am injured, but I can still throw a sword. Are you confident that Chief Fang will take it?"
Fang Shaohua narrowed his eyes, pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, and said coldly: "Why not give it a try?"
The sword just flashed in his eyes, like lightning or light. He only saw a flash of white light and couldn't see the sword clearly. He had no confidence in catching it.
But judging from Li Muchan's appearance, he seemed to be bluffing. If he could really send out a sword, he could just do it, so why bother talking nonsense?
Humph, another delaying strategy, he is delaying time to regain his strength!
He moved his hand and was about to draw his sword when a clear shout resounded through the night sky and came from afar: "Stop!"
Fang Shaohua stepped back with his sword in hand and turned to look.
A white shadow appeared on the path, its white clothes fluttering, and it walked quickly. Under the moonlight, it looked like a fairy who had been banished from the dust, floating out of the dust, and its movements were extremely fast.
When he saw that it was Gong Qingyun, Fang Shaohua was suddenly moved, and his thoughts suddenly changed: Senior Sister Gong is here, and if he really kills Li Muchan, he will not be able to escape the punishment of the government regulations, and then everything will be over for him.
Li Muchan killed Junior Brother Zhao and had to be punished by the government's regulations. His martial arts was revoked and he was expelled from the government. If he found an opportunity to kill him secretly, it would be easy to kill him!
"Stop!" Gong Qingyun called out in a sweet voice. She was like a cloud, and in the blink of an eye she was two hundred meters away.
Fang Shaohua sneered: "I'll spare your life today!"
He turned around and walked away, his body movements were also very fast, and he flew towards the woods to the south, like an arrow leaving a string.
Li Muchan smiled slightly, raised his right hand, and white light flashed.
Fang Shaohua was about to dive into the shadow of the woods, when a ray of white light suddenly came, passed through Fang Shaohua in an instant, and shot into a pine tree.
"Uh..." Fang Shaohua froze, stopped suddenly, turned around slowly, pointed at Li Muchan, opened his eyes wide, and yelled unwillingly: "You... you..."
"Zhan Ran, you - you -!" A gust of fragrant wind blew towards her face. When Gong Qingyun came closer, she raised her eyebrows and glared at him fiercely.
She floated again and appeared more than ten feet away. She lowered her head to inspect Fang Shaohua's injuries. There was a blood hole in his left chest, hissing and bleeding. Daluo Jinxian could not save him even if he came down to earth.
Li Muchan stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Gong, please help me retrieve the knife."
Gong Qingyun looked around and saw a small knife stuck halfway up the pine tree that was hugged by two people. The blade was half in the tree. It looked ordinary and was just an ordinary flying knife.
She turned around and glared at Li Muchan: "How could you do this?!"
Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "The flying knife is my trump card, senior sister must keep it a secret for me!"
"Shut up!" Gong Qingyun scolded, looking at him coldly: "Let me ask you, why did you kill me?... I didn't expect you to be so vicious!"
Li Muchan smiled bitterly: "Sister, although I am a monk, I cannot sacrifice myself to serve an eagle."
Gong Qingyun paused, looked at Zhao Wufang, then at Fang Shaohua, and hummed: "Look at me coming, Junior Brother Fang has obviously stopped and is leaving!"
Li Muchan shook his head: "Master Fang wants to kill me. There is no chance this time, but you can always find a chance."
"Sophistry!" Gong Qingyun snorted, knowing in her heart that what he said was right, and she knew best who Fang Shaohua was.
She Yingying walked to the tree, stretched out her green-white index finger and middle finger, clamped the handle of the knife and gently lifted it, taking a look at it twice. It was indeed an ordinary flying knife.
She tossed it casually, and Li Muchan took it, put it in his arms, and said with a smile: "Remember, keep it secret!"
Gong Qingyun came to him slowly and stared at him condescendingly, her eyes sharp.
After looking at him for a long time and seeing that his expression remained unchanged, Gong Qingyun rolled her eyes at him: "Humph, you are in big trouble!"
Then he pointed at the corpses of the two men and said: "If you are from the same clan and fight against each other, according to the rules of the palace, you will have to abolish your martial arts and be expelled from the palace!"
Li Muchan frowned: "Can't you be accommodating?"
Gong Qingyun shook her head, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she said charmingly: "The eldest lady knows rewards and punishments clearly and will not commit suicide for selfish reasons. It doesn't matter that you are Deputy Deacon Li's younger brother!"
Li Muchan spread his hands and said: "The law is nothing more than human kindness. I am trying to protect myself. I can't wait to die, right?"
"Well..." Gong Qingyun frowned and muttered: "It all depends on the eldest lady. I guess she won't be able to escape punishment... Fang Shaohua is the head of Kaiyang Academy!"
She frowned and said nothing, pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised her head and said: "There is a way!"
"Tell me about it." Li Muchan smiled.
Seeing his relaxed expression and his careless look, Gong Qingyun was a little annoyed and hummed: "You still have the heart to laugh! ... Just pretend you don't know anything!"
Li Muchan's mind changed and he laughed.
Yes, in this wilderness, there are no other people. As long as the two of them don't talk, the dead can't talk. Who knows who killed him?
"Why are you laughing?" Gong Qingyun snorted.
Li Muchan looked at her delicate oval face and black and white eyes with a smile, and asked with a smile: "Sister, why are you helping me like this?"
"... Let's repay the favor!" Gong Qingyun turned her head and her face turned red.
"Haha..., okay, then we are even!" Li Muchan chuckled.
Gong Qingyun ignored him, turned and walked away, took out Fang Shaohua's sword, dug a hole next to the tree, buried the two of them, put up a sign, and used the sword to carve words on the sign.
Li Muchan sat cross-legged without moving, lazily watching her work, and said with a smile: "Senior sister, have you killed someone before?"
"...No!" Gong Qingyun paused, shook her head, and said coldly: "You are a monk, but you kill people without blinking an eye. You are so cruel!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Senior sister is really brave. Most people will be frightened when they see the corpse."
Gong Qingyun said coldly: "I'm not afraid when I'm alive, so what's the point of being afraid of death?"
Li Muchan laughed and said: "Wonderful! Wonderful!"
"How wonderful!" Gong Qingyun scolded coldly: "You are a monk, you can't chant sutras to save them?"
"...That's fine." Li Muchan nodded.
He suppressed his laughter, stood up slowly, came to the wooden sign, put his hands together in tithe, and looked solemn.
He began to stir the beads with his left hand, put his right hand together, closed his eyes slightly, and murmured to himself.
Gong Qingyun watched from the side. His chanting sound was soft at first, almost inaudible, and then gradually became louder, as clear as beads, and every word could be heard.
Later, the sound was like a big brass bell, as powerful as layers of clouds, filling the space between heaven and earth.
Gong Qingyun felt that his figure was slowly getting taller and bigger, and he was as sacred as a Buddha, as if his whole body was shining with light. He couldn't look directly at him, and couldn't help but want to kneel down on the ground and worship him.
She did not believe in Buddhism, but at this moment, her mind was free of distracting thoughts and she felt like she was bathed in light.