The capital, the imperial palace, and the empress dowager's bedroom.
"Grandma Huang, you, what did you say? Father, he secretly mentioned the marriage between me and Brother Dongfang in front of the civil and military officials of the court? Brother Dongfang still agreed to it?", Fei
Princess Yan, with her delicate face and shy face at the moment, but her eyes were like water, she looked at the Empress Dowager with wide eyes.
"Hehehe, Feiyan, our royal women cannot make the decision on their own in matters of marriage, let alone find a husband who suits their own needs. Throughout the ages, I don't know how many royal women even know what their husbands are like before they get married.
I have never seen this before. You are very lucky, luckier than all of them." The Queen Mother looked at Princess Feiyan with a loving look in her eyes and said.
"Grandma Huang...you...could it be...you also..." This topic is too heavy for Princess Feiyan, who has always grown up under pampering and is like a happy elf. Princess Feiyan glared
He stared at the Empress Dowager with wide eyes.
"I am an old woman, what do you have to say? It has been so many years, and you have many children and grandchildren, but you have not experienced any hardships in your life. Grandma Huang hopes that you will be happy all your life. The greatest luck for a woman is to marry a
As a good husband, you can give in to anything, but not this one. Do you understand what Grandma Huang means?" Regarding Princess Feiyan's words, the Empress Dowager first smiled calmly, and then looked at Princess Feiyan seriously and said.
However, the husband must not give in to each other? Because it is related to the woman's life? Regarding the words of her imperial grandmother, the shadows of Dongfang Yu and Lin Yueru flashed in Princess Feiyan's mind, and she nodded heavily and said
: "Grandma Huang, Feiyan understands."
Fan'an Temple.
Presiding over emptiness, he was sitting in his meditation room. However, he was not meditating and chanting sutras at this moment. Instead, he was sitting at his table, his eyes blank, and his fingers unconsciously drawing on the table. It is estimated that he himself did not
I know what I am painting, and my mind is wandering...
"Amitabha..." However, at this moment, the wooden door of the meditation room where Kongxing presided over was pushed open, and only a man wearing a gray and white shabby monk's robe and coarse cloth shoes was seen. His beard and hair were withered, but he looked a little...
The sloppy old monk walked in slowly.
"Uncle Master", looking at the sloppy old monk who walked in, Kong Xing came back to his senses and said.
"Emptiness, Uncle Master can feel that your mind is very confused." The slovenly old monk looked dilapidated from head to toe. He looked like a refugee, but he had a pair of deep eyes. These eyes,
He seemed to be able to understand everything in the world. He paused briefly and then asked: "Are you still worried about the matter of the position of national master?".
"Uncle, I don't, I..." After hearing what the sloppy old monk said, Kongxing opened his mouth to defend, but before he could finish speaking, the sloppy old monk waved his hand and interrupted him.
"Look outside, the sun is shining brightly. It is a bright sun in the sky at this moment, but the world cannot always be like this. The sun rises in the early morning, sets in the afternoon, and turns into a bright moon in the evening. This is the way of heaven, which is endless.
The cycle continues, nothing in the world is like this, the position of the national master, and even the change of dynasty are the same. Are you still unable to understand this level?" The old monk's voice was faint, like the sound of Zen from outside the sky, but it fell into the air.
In Xing's ears, it is like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, deafening and deafening.
"Amitabha, my disciples don't dare to be obsessed," he announced the Buddha's name in a low voice, and Kongyata answered.
"Don't dare? Just don't dare? Or not?", the old monk asked lightly. As he spoke, he waved the sleeves of his gray-white monk's robe, and a breeze blew by. On the table in front of Kongxing, countless figures appeared.
The handwriting looks messy, but many words can be vaguely discerned in it.
National Preceptor, Dongfang Jade, Shenlong, Feiyan, Sword Saint, Moon Worship, Po Dao, Zhao Ling'er...
Only these few words can be vaguely discerned from the messy traces. The others seem to be some messy lines, or some messy lines that connect them all in series.
The old monk waved the sleeves of his monk's robe to reveal these words, and said calmly: "Your mood is just like the words you wrote. It seems that there is something in it, but it is chaotic. When will your heart be able to
calm?".
I don’t dare to be stubborn, it’s just that Kongxing is a tough talker. Seeing these things appearing at this moment, Kongxing’s face turned blue and white in turns, and he didn’t know how to answer his words.
"Amitabha", looking at the appearance of emptiness, the old monk sighed slightly and said: "A hundred years ago, I was dressed in gorgeous clothes and was called the monk in robes. Although you are not my disciple, you are close to me, so I know that you
Like me, we are all people who like to dress gorgeously and are obsessed with fame and fortune, but I have already given up fame and fortune and achieved Bodhi. Why are you still stubborn and unwilling to let go?"
"Reporting to Uncle Master, although I am not happy about losing the position of National Master, it is not enough to make my spiritual platform covered in dust. However, I, Fan'an Temple, can no longer be overpowered by that Shushan Mountain and lose my fame and fortune? As long as that Shushan Mountain is defeated,
I can naturally break through this layer." Things that I had always hidden in my heart and did not dare to express. Now that my uncle has revealed them today, I can speak frankly about emptiness.
"Amitabha, if you think this will help you realize Bodhi, then go ahead and do it." He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, sighed slightly, put down these words, and the old monk turned and left.
"Fame and fortune?" Kongxing looked down at the messy words and lines on the table in front of him. Calculation flashed in his eyes. With a wave of his hand, he completely wiped away all the writing and lines on the table.
Shushan.
Jiu Sword Immortal, flying with air control, fell directly from the Shu Mountain, and behind Jiu Sword Immortal, the same figure stood with hands behind his back, flying with air control, faster than Jiu Sword Immortal, flying as if leisurely
Just like taking a walk in the garden...
While being chased, and knowing that he would soon be overtaken, the Jiujianxian turned around and raised his hand to shoot out several sharp sword auras to block them, but they were all defeated by the swordsman with a wave of his hand.
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Finally, the two came to a lake at the foot of the mountain and stood there. Not far away, a waterfall fell like the Milky Way in the sky, making a roaring sound.
"Junior brother, you still can't let go of the knot in your heart? Are you still going to intervene in this matter?" Sword Master looked at Jiu Jianxian with calm eyes and said.
"Yes, I can't let it go. I have never let it go. This time Junior Brother Dongfang intervenes, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I must go down the mountain to help him, defeat the devil Baiyue, and avenge Qing'er." Hearing this, Jiujianxian said,
He shouted with a determined expression.
"Do you think that Junior Brother Dongfang can change things if he takes action?" The Sword Master stood with his hands behind his back, his expression still calm, and asked about the words of the Jiu Sword Master.
"Of course, I believe Junior Brother Dongfang can do it." Jiujianxian heard this and nodded seriously.
Dongfang Yu's methods, his identity, and his ability to calculate. Jiu Jianxian believes that since Dongfang Yu takes action, he will be able to do it. Li Xiaoyao is his disciple, Zhao Ling'er, she is Qing'er's daughter,
Jiujianxian felt that he should help him no matter what.
"Although the Tao is impermanent, the Tao is also permanent." Regarding Jiu Jianxian's words, the Sword Master said calmly. As he spoke, he pointed to the waterfall not far away and said: "Look at that waterfall, flowing down like a Tao.
The force of the waterfall is unstoppable. Even if a huge boulder occasionally crosses the waterfall, it can only separate the force of the water, but it cannot withstand the force of the falling water. The same is true for the way of heaven."
"Don't talk to me about these so-called Tao. Is it Tao to give up your beloved daughter? Is it Tao to watch her sacrifice? Is it Tao to be insensitive? If this is what you call Tao, I would rather remain obsessed with it for the rest of my life." Regarding these things about the sword master
The Jiujianxian was obviously in deep pain and stopped drinking.
Dongfang Yu didn't know about these things in the palace, Fan'an Temple, and on the Shu Mountain. At this time, he was in the capital with Li Xiaoyao and Zhao Ling'er to discuss the emperor's decision and the affairs of Nanzhao Kingdom.
After discussing the general matters of the trip and agreeing on a charter, the date of departure was determined.
Dongfang Yu returned to the palace and was ready to tidy up. However, not long after returning to the palace, Lin Yueru poured a cup of tea and threw it in front of Dongfang Yu with such force that even the lid of the teacup fell.
He jumped up and looked very cold. He was obviously in a bad mood and said to Dongfang Yu: "Master, drink tea."
Lin Yueru's performance made Dongfang Yu slightly startled. He looked at her in surprise and said, "Yueru, what's wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood?".
"No, I'm in a good mood," Lin Yueru replied, her expression still cold.
"Look at your expression now, is there any sign of being in a good mood?" Seeing Lin Yueru's cold expression, Dongfang Yu said, confused in her heart. She didn't know why Lin Yueru was so unhappy for no reason.
"Why am I unhappy?" Lin Yueru suddenly shouted loudly and said: "Why should I be unhappy? Master, you are getting engaged, and it is a marriage contract granted by the emperor himself, and you are marrying a princess with golden branches and jade leaves. Master, please do it immediately
I am about to become the Prince Consort, why am I not happy!? I am very happy, I am very happy for you, Master."
"You? Are you unhappy about Princess Feiyan?" He looked at Lin Yueru in surprise. An idea came to Dongfang Yu's heart, "Above the main hall, the emperor only talked about Feiyan.
The princess has reached marriageable age, so I didn’t think too much about it, so I just nodded and agreed. Actually..."
"Marriageable?" Before Dongfang Yu finished speaking, Lin Yueru looked a little unbearable and shouted: "How can she be the marriageable age for Princess Feiyan? I, Lin Yueru, am not also at the marriageable age?"
Why don’t you nod in agreement?”.
As soon as she said this, Lin Yueru suddenly realized that she was a little arrogant and her face turned red.
(ps: Please give me a monthly pass. Where is the monthly pass...)