Chapter 394: There will be a disciple to soothe your loneliness, and we will have a common future.
It was in the morning, and the 100th birthday of the son of the King of Zhenbei had not yet begun. A group of people from Subei walked to the welcoming pavilion.
The wind dropped slightly on the top of the mountain, causing the snow to hit my nostrils and causing a shower of rain.
Looking from this position, you can just forget to see the inscribed stone tablet.
A disciple behind Zuo Quan leaned on the railing with his arms, looking at the inscriptions on it, and suddenly turned his head to look at the old man and said:
"How many monks are there in this world who are qualified to leave such inscribed stone tablets?"
"..."
Zuo Quan glanced at him, raised his head and looked at the stone tablet, and suddenly sighed:
"I really don't know who was qualified in this world, but a dozen or so years ago, someone carved three big characters at the foot of Penglai Mountain in Xizhou with a sword. The sword energy has not dissipated for thousands of years, and the sword is still stuck there."
"Yu Shangfang..."
"..."
After hearing this sentence, the disciple's face became obviously gloomy:
"Farewell, Shangguan?"
"How about the Yu Shang Fang Qing Ping Sword at Penglai Peak?"
"..."
Zuo Quan stroked his snow-white beard and smiled:
"Yu Shangfang, he got his name quite a lot. As a teacher, he had some interactions with Shangguan, but they didn't get along, and they broke up because of their positions. However, as a teacher, he was quite close to one of his junior brothers.
Fall in love."
"But since Shangguan's death, the friendship between Wei Shi and him has gradually faded. A year ago, he wrote a letter to Wei Shi, but the content of the letter was quite interesting."
Another disciple behind Zuo Quan narrowed his eyes slightly and then said:
"The content of the letter? Master refers to the three characters that were re-engraved on Penglai Mountain in Xizhou?"
"Yu Xihuang?"
Zuo Quan smiled and shook his head, then glanced in the direction of Su Bei intentionally or unintentionally, and said with a smile:
"That's not true. Those three big characters are just like the twenty-eight disciples of Buddhism. They are mostly intimidating. In fact, as little brother Annan said before, 'These guys really dare to say it.'"
"But he is indeed more prosperous now than when Shangguan left."
"..."
The disciple put away the smile at the corner of his mouth and clenched his fists. At least for the people of Xihuang, Shangguan's name had been a taboo for several years. The calamity of all races started in Xihuang thousands of years ago, and finally
Shangguan left, although his death was unclear in the end...
"Who is the person the master is talking about?"
Zuo Quan said rather sadly:
"I have the same surname as Shangguan, but I heard that he is now entangled in Nuhai City by the Southern Emperor from the Second to the First Prefecture."
After hearing this, another disciple said:
"Nanhuang? Isn't that man in Huangdu? How could he trap the ancestor of Tianxia Sword Sect in Nuhai City at this time? It's probably nonsense."
"..."
Zuo Quan nodded and continued walking forward with his hands behind his back.
The white-haired man following him who didn't speak much remained silent.
The silver-haired woman next to him suddenly reached out and pinched his little finger bone, then tilted her head and asked softly:
"Does Master know his identity?"
Su Bei let her little movements go, held her cold fingertips, and said calmly:
"There are two protectors under the Holy Emperor of Xihuang. If my teacher guessed correctly, this person should be the one who has interacted with the old man, Zuo protector. He did not lie, and his name is indeed
Zuo Quan, just missing a surname."
"Wanyan Zuoquan."
Wanyan Zuoquan's name is still a bit unfamiliar to Mo Li, but it is not completely unheard of.
At least there are records of this surname in many ancestral homes, but perhaps because of the catastrophe thousands of years ago, the entire Western Wilderness still maintains a wait-and-see attitude towards the turbulent Twenty-one States.
But this posture cannot be maintained for too long. At least from the shadow of the Xihuang monk standing faintly behind Ji Tongzhi, it can be seen that they are already ready to move on this fertile land in the Twenty-one Prefecture.
But what Mo Li didn't expect was that here, in Jin Zuting, he could actually see the legendary Zuo Huguo.
Just as the two of them were thinking, the old man who had been walking in front suddenly stopped, looked at Mo Li and suddenly said:
"Since the catastrophe a thousand years ago, the name Tianxia Sword Sect no longer exists in the twenty-one states."
"But as we all know, the sword canon left by the Jian Zong, whether it is the immortal way or the royal way, is the best in the world. A few years ago, an elder holding a Qingping sword appeared in the Jian Zong, and he single-handedly
, ended the turmoil of bloodshed and catastrophe."
"And what's interesting is that these two catastrophes that were enough to cause serious damage to the world were ultimately ended by the sword cultivators of the Sword Cultivation Code."
"..."
At this point, Wanyan Zuoquan suddenly paused in his words, then looked at the white-haired man and silver-haired woman up and down, and smiled casually:
"Both of you are practicing swordsmanship, so you must be from the Sword Sect."
"To be invited by the King of Zhenbei, with silver hair and a sword, and being in the realm of Hedao, I think she is Fairy Mo from the Sword Sect. Is your guess right?"
Mo Li glanced at Su Bei subconsciously and saw that he had no expression. He took a step forward and took over the topic:
"The old gentleman has a keen eye."
"..."
Wanyan Zuoquan glanced at Su Bei meaningfully, then looked at Mo Li and smiled:
"What a sharp eye, it's just that Fairy Mo doesn't want to deceive this old man."
"But this little friend from Annan, I am really blind, so I really can't tell who I am."
"Forget it, I see that little friend Annan seems to have a grudge, so I won't bother you and your wife. Why don't we say goodbye here and see you again when we are destined."
"..."
After he finished speaking, Wanyan Zuoquan led his two disciples and deliberately walked in the opposite direction to Su Bei and the others.
He walked quite freely.
Looking at the disappearing figures of several people, Su Bei's eyes gradually became heavy, and he suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly:
"Every door of the house has been touched thoroughly."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! At the moment Wanyan Zuoquan appeared, Su Bei suddenly realized that after reversing his life, all subsequent developments were no longer under his control.
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The future that I knew in my previous life has been rewritten by myself. As a butterfly of fate that flapped its wings desperately, it finally rolled up the waves that could make shocking waves, but suddenly I found myself feeling helpless.
Saying goodbye to the memories that I once relied on and everything that I once knew, can I still make it to the end in this new world?
Su Bei sighed sadly.
Mo Li blinked his eyes and looked at the man who looked a little depressed and lonely for a moment, and suddenly approached Su Bei.
Then she lay down in his ear and whispered something that made Su Bei a little confused:
"Disciple wants to eat sweets."
"..."
Su Bei was stunned for a moment, and then he saw Mo Li take out a sugar cube from the ring and gently put it in his mouth.
The next moment, she raised her head, closed her eyes, and kissed his lips.
She had kissed his lips countless times, and she kissed him when he was covered in blood and was exhausted mentally and physically when she stabbed his chest.
It wasn't charming, it even contained lingering hatred. The rough lips met each other, without any feeling, only full of sadness and indignation.
But it's different now.
Mo Li confirmed that he saw something in his eyes that only he could see.
That's an uncertain future.
When the four lips met, a feeling like an electric shock surged through the body, with the sweetness of sugar cubes, soft, a little cold, but a little hot, and the fragrance was refreshing.
The sweetness turned into a warm current and melted into Su Bei's body. Along with his hot breathing, Mo Li lowered his head, his ears were slightly red, leaned on his chest, and whispered:
"Master is not alone."
"There will be a disciple to soothe your loneliness, and we will have a common future..."
"..."
Su Bei held her waist, listening to her words with emotion, but suddenly thought of something.
He looked at her with a strange look in his eyes, his burning eyes only wandering over her skin, trying to see through the layer of clothes and see through her figure.
Then he picked her up and carried her to a secluded corner. With her puzzled eyes, he lifted up the hem of her dress and put her ears up.
After listening for a long time, they still couldn't figure out the reason. Su Bei all muttered:
"It can't be so fast?"
"Besides, I definitely didn't pull out slowly..."
"..."
Mo Li's legs instantly clamped Su Bei's head, stretched out a finger to touch his chin, and chuckled:
"Master, what are you thinking about?"
"It's a beautiful thought."
Su Bei raised his body and put her down, seeming to realize that he had misunderstood.
However, after this small episode, the depression and loneliness that had just occurred in the moment were washed away a lot.
Then he tilted his head, looked at Mo Li, and then pointed around:
"What do you want? Take your pick."
"I'm sending you off as a teacher!"
"..."
...
At this time, the entire Jin Zuting had already been decorated with lights and colorful decorations. On this section of the mountain road, monks could be seen walking back and forth every dozens of steps.
In addition to the monks who received the invitation from King Zhenbei, there are also many sect monks or casual monks who take their disciples to see the world. Although they cannot enter the banquet hall at the back, it is still very good to hang out in Jinzuting.
Therefore, just as Su Bei expected, a bustling group of monks or mortal business travelers gathered on this section of the mountain road. And because it was located outside the Golden Ancestral Court of Buddhism, there was no fear that someone would dare to break ground under the Immortal Buddha Sect. It was like a lively place for a while. It's like an ordinary temple fair.
As for Su Bei, she didn't have any deep feelings about this kind of temple fair-like occasion, but she seemed to be quite interested in seeing the disciple next to her, and it was not easy to interrupt her.
Probably because he was aroused by the woman's feelings, Mo Li grabbed Su Bei's sleeve with one hand and walked towards the stalls.
Although it is the Golden Ancestral Court of Buddhism, there is no shortage of female monks present to join in the fun, and most of these female monks will sell some women's things such as beauty elixirs, rouge and gouache, which are no better than the ordinary things sold in the world, and are very popular with women. welcome.
Although Mo Li practiced a lot on weekdays, or went around punishing evil and promoting good, he would not refuse this kind of rouge and gouache.
Changing from his usual appearance, he became chatty for the first time. He and Su Bei talked a lot about women's boudoir, such as what kind of belly pants are more comfortable, which ones are suitable for practicing, and which ones will cause strangulation if worn for a long time. ...
Su Bei coughed slightly and asked casually:
"Well, it's obviously going to scare you, why do you still buy it?"
"..."
Mo Li glanced at Su Bei with a half-smile, then whispered into his ear:
"When I get back in the evening, I will tell Master slowly."
"..."
Su Bei: "..."
After shopping for a while, Su Bei found that Mo Li had been picking and choosing but not buying, as if he was shopping for a woman in Blue Star.
I couldn't show any impatience, so I could only patiently accompany her to hear and see one by one.
In Su Bei's heart, he was still looking forward to whether he would encounter some kind of slap-in-the-face plot, such as the son of a noble family suddenly appearing and then looking at him with a look of contempt...
But after walking around for so long, it was still very peaceful, and I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
——Sure enough, I am no longer a child of fate?
Seeing Mo Li still strolling around casually, Su Bei finally couldn't help but said:
"As a teacher, if you have money, just buy whatever you like..."
"We don't have to be so frugal."
Mo Li put down the box of rouge in his hand, took Su Bei's arm, and said with a smile:
"Didn't my disciple ask Master to go shopping with me?"
"Shopping means shopping, not necessarily shopping."
This was the first time Su Bei heard this statement, and he was a little stunned:
"To satisfy your eye addiction?"
Mo Li didn't answer, just chuckled and picked up another box of rouge.
After going around for a while, she picked up a box of rouge and looked at Su Bei:
"That's it!"
...
The two of them avoided the bustling crowd and came to a quiet place.
Although the mountains are covered with snow, there is still a spring flowing continuously, which converges into a clear pool at the stone pool below.
Mo Li gently untied the gauze scarf on her cheek, and the dress was spread out in layers like blooming peonies, covering her high-heeled embroidered shoes.
The autumn wind stirred up the blue waves of the cold pool, rolled up her silver hair, and scattered it.
Mo Li picked up the box of rouge and held it carefully in his palm. He turned his palm slightly, and the ancient gilded phoenix feather appeared.
Su Bei sat next to Mo Li, dragging his chin with one hand, looking at the familiar Bu Yao, and was stunned.
Just watching her quietly, she picked up a little rouge with the tip of her hairpin, then facing the water of the pool, she gently and carefully applied the rouge on her cheeks.
He had never seen her put on rouge like Xiao Ruoqing and Shan Wulan.
Perhaps, this is the first time.
There is no woman who does not love beauty. This is the first time that she uses the rouge and gouache he bought in front of him.
Then, she took off her embroidered shoes and put them aside. Her graceful figure was like the undulating mountains, her bare jade feet were dotted with cherry-red kodan, and their roots were like jade silkworms treading lightly in the spring water.
Both hands slightly raised the hem of the dress, revealing a pair of white and tender jade legs, which were as long as an object. The autumn wind blew by, and you could vaguely see the undershirt that clung to the waist, and the slender waist was less than a handful.
There is no bun that is bound by steps, and three thousand silver strands are flowing freely.
Finally, Mo Li raised his head, looked at Su Bei, and murmured softly: