Grandpa is such a bunny

"Zhang Yinxiang." Tubo thought of her instantly.

Seeing what he meant, Xie Yuxian immediately retorted, "It's not her. I had already seen her secretly when I arrived in the imperial capital yesterday, and her body shape and voice didn't match."

Qian Fan asked, "Have you never seen anyone?"

Xie Yuxian nodded apologetically, "Xianyu Pavilion passed the book across the screen, but no one saw the book."

Each assassination organization has its own rules. For example, Tubo never sees the buyer and only communicates with a specific contact person, while the Title Yu Pavilion meets behind a curtain, and the buyer and the killer communicate with each other through a thick curtain.This business is breaking the law as soon as you move your mind. Whether it is a buyer or a killer, since you choose to walk on the edge of a cliff, you still have to talk about dirty trust.

Now it is not easy for Xie Yuxian to reveal these news, if it gets out, no buyer will dare to visit Xianyu Pavilion again.

But if this person is not Zhang Yinxiang, then who is the woman who appeared again?

Tu Bai frowned, shook the teacup in his hand, the fragrance of tea rose from the water, slightly bitter, he lowered his head and took a sip, poohed it immediately, and said thoughtfully, "Gao Chenfeng is Wu Dalang, Zhang Yin Xiang and Zhang Qi are adulterers and prostitutes, and their adulterous feelings are exposed, so murdering their own husbands, there is no problem in explaining this way of thinking, but what roles do the women who appear out of thin air and Zhang Dingcheng play? Before Gao Chenfeng died What was written on the scrap of paper? What do the more than 700 scars on his body and these red beans represent?"

They seem to have touched something, but upon closer inspection, the clues are still tangled together, and none of them are willing to emerge.

Tu Bai touched his chin, "I always feel that Gao Chenfeng seems to have offended many people."

He uttered a long paragraph in one breath, Qian Fan was afraid that he would be thirsty, and wanted to pour him tea, but remembering Tubo's fear of suffering just now, he had to change the teapot and went to the counter to ask the shopkeeper for a pot of clean water.

As soon as he left the door, Tu Bo and Xie Yuxian had a tacit understanding. The moment the door closed, they attacked each other. The two of them fought to the death with real bullets, and neither one was soft. When Qian Fan came in again, The two have already killed a hundred moves.

There was a black spot at the corner of Tubo's eyes, afraid that Qian Fan would see it, he took a strand of hair to cover it in front of his eyes, Xie Yuxian, who was opposite him, was not much better, his hand resting on the corner of the table was tense, his lower abdomen was kicked, At this time, it was bruised and painful.

The two of them bared their teeth and danced their claws, eyeing each other covetously, and they were enemies when they went together, and no one liked the other.

As soon as Qian Fan opened the door, the two people in the room turned their heads and smiled sweetly at him in tacit understanding.

"..."

Xie Yuxian cleared his throat, "Since we can't discuss it now, let's talk about it at dawn, I'm sleepy." He turned his head to look at Qianfan, and blinked his long and curled eyelashes.

It was already dawn outside, and the dim light of the sky poured into the house, covering everything with a layer of misty light blue light. The coolness and freshness only in the morning rushed in through the gaps in the doors and windows. He grabbed Qianfan's wrist and said, "Okay, there are still many rooms outside, Mr. Xie just ask the shopkeeper for one, and Qianfan and I will rest first."

Xie Yuxian was shocked, "You want to live with him?"

Before Qianfan could answer, Tubo blocked his sight first, "Diligence and frugality are good virtues. We have always lived in the same room. What advice can Mr. Xie have?"

Xie Yu gritted his teeth, "Shanyue, I haven't seen you for a long time, and you don't want to have a long talk with me?"

Qian Fan, who was caught inside, sighed, walked out behind Tu Bo, turned his head, "Tu Bo-" He couldn't continue after saying three words.

Because he was so close, he could clearly see Tubo's dark pupils shrunk slightly, followed by a lot of loss and bitterness. He just stared at him like that, the eyes reminded Qian Fan of being lost and discarded by the roadside Little animals, stubborn and afraid.

Tubo quickly put away the dull pain in his heart, sat down on the bed indifferently, and said coldly, "In that case, I won't bother you two to reminisce about the old days."

Xie Yuxian immediately opened the door, made a gesture of invitation, Qian Fan turned to look at the person on the bed, clenched his sleeves tightly, and walked out.

The door snapped shut, and Tupper lay back on the bed, covering his eyes with one hand.

He was angry because of the nasty thing he did impulsively that day.Tubo's heart hurts like a needle, he doesn't like him, otherwise why would he not want to touch him.

Every time Tubo sees him, his heart itches, he wants to touch him, touch him, steal a scent from him, he can't help but want to hug him, kiss him, and even press him Down.

But why can't Qianfan?Wouldn't he be impulsive towards him, or is he wishful thinking and sentimental, mistakenly thinking that he feels the same way as himself?

Tubo was in a state of confusion, his sharp lips curled downwards, feeling wronged, if he didn't like him, why did he treat him so well?

Just when Tubo was going to turn into a rabbit and get under the bed to heal his injuries, there was a knock on the door of the house.

"Sir, are you asleep?"

Tubo got up and strode over, and slammed the door open.

Qian Fan held a basin of hot water and the ointment for dispelling blood stasis and transforming greens, and pursed his lips, "Is it convenient to come in?"

Without a word Tupper stepped out of the way and locked the door behind him.

Qian Fan put the hot water beside the clothes hanger, dipped his slender wrist into the water, wrung out the handkerchief, and lowered his eyes, "I'm a benefactor, I—"

His waist tightened suddenly, and Tubo hugged him from behind, caught the handkerchief in his hand and threw it into the water, wrapped his arms around his waist tightly, pressed him onto the bed with all his strength, and then attached himself to him, He pressed his lips fiercely.

There was a sticky sucking sound.

Qian Fan opened his eyes, and stared blankly at the crazy young man lying on top of him with clear eyes, raised a hand and put it on Tubo's shoulder, as if he wanted to push it away, but for some reason, his wrist softened, and his fingers climbed onto him. Her head was entangled with the waterfall-like ink hair, and her sighs turned into tenderness after a hundred turns, and she hugged him tightly into her arms.

After a while, Tubo raised his head, stared at the red lips that had been trampled by him, and said in a deep and hoarse voice, "What else are you doing here?"

Qian Fan touched the bruise at the corner of his eye with his fingers, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts a lot when you leave, but it doesn't hurt when you come."

Qian Fan smiled, "How can a poor monk have such abilities."

Tubo grabbed his hand, put it on his lips and kissed it, "I said you have what you have." After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and rubbed Qianfan's neck with his furry head.

Hairy beasts are probably very good at acting coquettishly, Qianfan rubbed his head with his hand, and squinted his eyes comfortably after touching Uncle Tu.

Tubo breathed heavily beside his ear, then kissed his temples softly, slid along the graceful neck to the collarbone, and when it went down again, the person under him groaned.

Tubo raised his head in surprise, pulled off his collar, his face sank, "What is this?"

There were more than a dozen red welts on the thin, strong chest beneath him, and the bruises hadn't subsided yet, so hideously crawling all over the fair-skinned chest.

At the beginning of Qianfan's farewell, he hugged Tubo into his arms and said in a low voice, "Benefactor, the poor monk has broken the precept."

Tubo froze, "Is it because of me?"

Qian Fan shook his head, "It's the poor monk's own lack of firmness." He was greedy for the warmth, flexibility, and beauty of Tubo's body, and even though his body was scarred, he chose to leave the tenderness he longed for at the moment.

Hearing what he said, Tubo didn't answer anything, and lightly broke away from his arms, took the medicine he gave him, sat on the side of the bed, pressed him down forcibly, opened his neckline, and dipped his fingers A little ointment was dabbed on.

They were so close, their breaths were intertwined, and they were all looking at each other, Qian Fan lay on the bed and raised his hand, dipped a little ointment from Tubo's fingertips, and gently stroked his cheek.

The room was very quiet, and the sound of birds spreading their wings could be heard outside the window. After a while, Tubo suddenly asked, "When did you become a monk?"

"Seven years old."

Tubo sighed softly, "Why?"

"The abbot of the temple said that I have a predestined relationship with Buddha."

Tubo held his wrist, looked down carefully at the bright red Buddhist beads wrapped around his wrist, "There is a fate..." Tubo thought to himself, "Then this 'fate' is between him and the Buddha, or between him and me?"

"Qianfan, what is the purpose of the Buddha's meditation?" Tubo rubbed the scriptures on the beads, his eyes darkened.

Qianfan propped himself up, held his fingers, and guided him to walk on the Buddhist beads engraved with scriptures, touching every sentence of the Zen Buddhist words, "Persuading people to be kind, to become a Buddha by seeing one's nature, once the wind and moon, the sky is forever .”

Tubo Buddha's roots are superficial, so he doesn't understand, but for the sake of the person in front of him, he tried his best to mobilize his rabbit head. After thinking about it, it seems that I am a little bit out of it. Looking at the monk in front of him, he put away his smile and said seriously, "Then And you, are you also for this reason?"

The monk raised his eyes. His eyelids were thin and his pupils were shallow. A little light fell into his eyes, like snow falling into a lake in the Tianshan Mountains. It was calm and deep, as clear as amber. He looked at Tubo with these eyes. A ripple suddenly appeared in the heart lake.

He lowered his eyes, hesitantly said, "In the past, yes."

Tubo asked, "What about now?" He regretted after asking, feeling as if he was persecuting him, wanted to know the answer, but couldn't bear to embarrass him.

Qian Fan stared blankly at Tubo, "I...don't know."

He didn't know if he could still practice meditation purely without asking about good and evil, and he didn't know if he could still put his whole heart under the gods and Buddhas, without changing his innocence.

Because his heart is trembling and tearing, gouging out bones and dissecting flesh from the middle, or even more places, and handing half of it to this person, who is considerate and considerate to him, and allows him to mess around Laughing, lazy and free.

He wanted to pamper him, spoil him, and look at him all the time.

He wants to do so much that he can't concentrate on practicing meditation and donate his body and mind to the Buddha. He starts to want to keep some selfishly, and leave more for this person.

Hearing his answer, Tubo's eyes were as bright as stars, "I am very satisfied to hear your answer."

He turned around and got off the bed, squatting on the ground, as obedient as a fluffy rabbit, and raised his head, "It's really enough. I won't force you. I will accompany you whatever you want, and I agree. You want Practice Zen and preach the scriptures, spread Zen, and I will build a high platform for you and build a Buddhist temple, so that you will live forever."

Tubo paused, with a gentle smile on the corner of his lips, "Whenever you want to return to the secular world, I will take you to eat, drink and have fun, and travel across the rivers and lakes."

He stood up slowly, leaned over and pressed Qianfan on the bed, put his hands on his sides, lowered his head, and the ink hair fell on the shoulder of the person below him, "I will give you time to choose, one year, two years, ten years Years, 20 years, I'm waiting."

His voice was hoarse and low, breathing lightly, "Are you okay?"

Qian Fan closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled, and his smooth temples showed pale blue veins that were restrained from jumping. He stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his back, turned over abruptly and pressed Tubo under him, and hugged him tightly, wishing he could Knead him as hard as bone and blood.

He is not the only one who wants to pamper and get used to.

"thanks……"

At this time, Tubo was still very fascinated by the strong aggression he often showed, and patted him on the shoulder carelessly, "Get up, from now on, I will take care of my claws...hands and feet, and I won't let you break the precept again." of."

Qian Fan hugged him and refused to move, his voice came from around his neck, "...for the last time."

Tubo grinned silently, touched the quilt with his fingers, stretched out his hand, covered it with the two, and fell asleep comfortably.

After sleeping until the afternoon, when he woke up, Uncle Tu began to kick his legs and stretch his waist without distraction, kicked over, and something fell under the bed sullenly.

Tubo sat up rubbing his eyes, and saw Zen Master Shanyue standing up from the ground with an embarrassed expression on his face.

The two stared at each other silently for a moment, recalling the heart-wrenching confession at night, both moved and squeamish, Tubo cleared his throat, and with his messy hair, "Um...that, I'm sorry, I don't sleep well."

Qian Fan felt a dull pain in his buttocks, clasped his palms together, and said, "My Buddha is merciful." Then, he suddenly remembered something.

"Your Majesty promised that Mr. Gao's case will be presided over by Mr. Du, and that Mr. Du should take the blame and make meritorious service." He said, "If there is no accident, the Dali Temple will transfer the case to Mr. Du today. Logically speaking..."

Qian Fan turned his head and looked at the closed door, "If Master Du knew the address, he should be back by now."

After he finished speaking, a roar of anger erupted in the inn at the same time.

"Shopkeeper, who is this fat man who is begging for money and eating and drinking!!!"