Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

But the conversation between the two made everyone around them stunned.

"General Duoji, you are going to be a monk!"

Yu An looked strange:

"That……"

"Does our previous bet still count? Are you still going to get drunk?"

For someone who is about to become a monk, it seems a little inappropriate to go to brothels, right?

Unexpectedly, Duoji snorted coldly, and spit out a word:

"go with!"

Yu An grinned and stretched out his hand to give a thumbs up.

On the side, Li Mulan looked disgusted and cursed in a low voice:

"Sure enough, what kind of master has what kind of subordinates!"

"They're all a bunch of lechers!"

The chubby little novice from Nanshan Temple hid behind Liu Jie in Zen Ding, tugged at the corner of his clothes, and asked in a low voice with a strange expression:

"Master, the abbot also deceived you in this way—"

But as soon as the little novice spoke halfway, Liu Jie stuffed half a cake into his mouth with a smile.

At the same time, an order to "fake public affairs and benefit private interests" sounded in my ears:

"Chan Ding, Master just heard that you read the scriptures wrongly, and punished you to copy the Shurangama Sutra a hundred times!"

"If you can't finish copying, you are not allowed to eat!"

……

at the same time.

Jiang Qingyu walked to the carriage belonging to the Helian family alone.

The coachman is an acquired Di man, about five or sixty years old, not outstanding in appearance and strength, and belongs to the type of person who will not be noticed in the crowd.

But Jiang Qingyu, who had been dealing with judge Cui Hua for so many years, saw through it at a glance. This person was wearing a human skin mask with a dagger hidden in his cuff.

It is not difficult to see that he is a sophisticated killer.

"Master Jiang, please get into the carriage."

The coachman got off the carriage and bowed slightly aside.

Jiang Qingyu nodded, and then, holding the famous sword Shuoyue, stepped into the carriage step by step.

next moment.

He raised his hand and opened a corner of the curtain.

There were two women sitting in the carriage.

One is wearing a light blue long dress, wearing a mask painted with green peonies, and holding a blue long sword, sitting on the left side.

It was Qingluo, the third owner of Huamanlou.

The other sits in the center, facing the curtain.

She was wearing a Beidi costume, a cashmere coat and a velvet hat, holding a blue book high in her hands, just covering her face.

It seems to be doing it on purpose.

Beside him, there was also a stack of blue books neatly placed, as well as a white robe that couldn't remove the blood stains after being washed many times.

At the top of the book, there is a bunch of candied haws covered with paper.

Of the seven hawthorns, only the last one was eaten.

Even though the blue book covered the woman's face, Jiang Qingyu still recognized the woman's identity at a glance.

So he sighed softly and stepped into the carriage.

But after only one step, he was stopped by someone:

"stop!"

"Bold Jiang Qingyu, see this princess, not yet, not yet..."

"Not so good?"

Jiang Qingyu had a playful face.

But the woman suddenly fell silent, as if she was thinking about how to punish her.

Jiang Qingyu was also very patient, standing still in place.

Seeing this scene, the woman seemed a little sullen:

"You, come here!"

Jiang Qingyu sighed softly, walked up to the woman, and reached out to touch her velvet hat.

I saw him doting on his face, and his voice was gentle:

"Silly girl……"

"Didn't you tell you to stay obediently in Ziyan Courtyard and wait for me to go back?"

This statement came out.

The woman couldn't hold back her emotions any longer, and immediately threw away the book in her hand, revealing a tearful and aggrieved face.

next moment.

She got up and threw herself into Jiang Qingyu's arms, burying her head in Jiang Qingyu's chest:

"Son..."

"Xiao Man misses you!"

Chapter 183 I Received a Mission to Assassinate You in the Purple Mist Courtyard

, who said that sleeping is not a practice

Inside the carriage.

The maid Xiaoman hugged Jiang Qingyu, weeping with joy.

On the side, Nvluo snorted coldly, and gave Jiang Qingyu a hard look, as if she didn't like a man touching Xiaoman's body very much.

But seeing Xiaoman's long-lost smile, she held back and didn't speak to stop her, but was so angry that she raised her sword and walked out of the carriage.

After getting out of the carriage, she immediately scanned the surroundings, as if she was looking for someone.

"Are you here?"

"Come out for a chat?"

Nvluo asked into the air as if she was talking to herself.

but……

After a long time, no one answered her.

So there was a hint of sullenness in her eyes...

and loss.

"Didn't you come?"

"Hmph, you really trust me so much! Aren't you afraid that I'll turn my back on you and kill the calf you protect?"

But this sentence, still no one responded.

After a long time.

"It seems that he is really not there!"

Nvluo finally sighed, gave up searching, opened the curtain and returned to the carriage.

But he saw Jiang Qingyu and the little girl sitting side by side, like a couple of gods and immortals.

"My lord, before I came to Beidi, I have ordered the dark guards to feed the koi in the pond on time every day, and the green plants and snow in the yard will also be pruned and cleared."

"However, I forbid them to enter the room, so several rooms have not been cleaned for a long time, and I am afraid they are already dusty."

"I originally thought about not meeting you first, returning to the courtyard a few days earlier to clean up, and sitting at the gate of the courtyard waiting for your return, but I couldn't help but want to see you."

Xiaoman lay on Jiang Qingyu's shoulders, his hands that never trembled even if he held a dagger to assassinate Fate Star Realm, but now his fingers were intertwined, and he kept making small movements.

He seemed very nervous, afraid of something.

"My lord, there is one thing I have to confess to you—"

"I, I actually..."

"It's actually a killer from Huamanlou!"

Xiaoman didn't dare to look directly into his young master's eyes, bowed his head and said:

"A few months ago, the lord made a deal with Huamanlou, asking us to send a killer to pretend to be a maid to protect the young master in Ziyanyuan."

"I happened to be free at that time, and because of some personal reasons, I came to Ziyan Courtyard to be a maid."

"I didn't tell the young master before, it was the prince who refused to let me, but now the time for the transaction with the prince is over..."

Jiang Qingyu frowned slightly, interrupted:

"The deal is over? So..."

"You won't go back to Ziyan Courtyard to be my young master's little girl, will you?"

Xiao Man hurriedly shook his head, solemnly assured:

"No, son!"

"I'm not going!"

"I promised Sister Lichun that I will take good care of you for her!"

Jiang Qingyu was a little dissatisfied with this answer:

"Hmph, is it just because you promised her that you didn't leave?"

"..."

Xiaoman blinked, and said duplicity:

"Yes! Or what?"

"Does the young master think there are other reasons?"

Jiang Qingyu didn't say a word, but just picked up the blood-stained white robe and gently stroked it.

He still remembered that this was the clothes he wore when he led Duoji and the others to Black Rock City. At that time, he personally chopped down the two chief escorts of the Fate Star Realm, and blood was spattered all over his body because of it.

"Anyway, it can't be cleaned, why don't you throw it away?"

Xiaoman shook his head and said:

"This is the clothes the young master wore when he killed someone for the first time, and it was also the clothes that the young master wore when he took Xiaoman and sister Lichun out to play for the first time. It is very meaningful!"

"..."

Jiang Qingyu really wanted to say that before that, she might have killed no less people than her Thousand Flowers Killer.

"That's right, son!"

Xiaoman picked up the candied haws placed on the pile of books, and introduced:

"This is the bunch of candied haws that the young master left for me when he left Ziyanyuan that day. I took it to Beidi, and every time I really missed the young master, I would bite one. The last one was kept for a long time, and I was reluctant to part with it." eat!"

"Young master, do you want to try it?"

Jiang Qingyu shook her head lightly, reached out and rubbed the little girl's head, and promised earnestly:

Valley Emperor