For the peace of the fairy world

As soon as Fang Huai stepped into the "Meng Garden", he was faced with a field of ginkgo biloba that grew extremely well, shining golden, swaying gently with the birds flying on the branches.

Then there are all kinds of vegetation and flowers, and the path is winding, pointing to the gate of Yueyue Cave. When you walk out of the gate, you don’t know where the running water is drawn. There is an arched wooden bridge on the water, which is simple but not crude.

The palace of Taizhen Palace is magnificent, but Meng Garden is like another paradise in the palace gates.

Fang Huai speculated that Yiyin Menghe's personality would not allow such a garden to be created, let alone those disciples of Taizhen Palace, so who opened it up here?

He walked along the winding stone steps, lowered his head, brushed the luxuriant osmanthus branches and leaves above his head, and the birds parked on both sides of the path flew up one after another.

He looked at this garden, small pavilions and flowing water, winding paths and powder walls, vegetation varieties, and changes in the height of stone steps make the scenery continuous and natural, without making people feel too dazzling. The person who designed this place must be an expert in gardening. Heart blood is on it.

It's a pity that no one has taken care of it for many years, and it also shows a little dilapidated.

Qixi stood on the bank, using a net bag with a long handle to pick up the dead branches and leaves on the water surface. She is still young and her cultivation level is shallow, she can't use a few spells, so she can only clean up the garden by manual methods. Fortunately, she He has a strong body and great strength, and he does not feel tired after fishing for more than half an hour.

Fang Huai wanted to help her, but Qi Xi was determined not to let her go, and only asked him to either sit on the rock or take a stroll in the garden.

It's really quiet here, Fang Huai walked across the wooden arch bridge.This kind of quietness is different from the quietness in the sleeping hall. The quietness in the sleeping hall just makes people feel cramped in the spacious hall, and the silence pressing on all sides makes you breathless, but the quietness here stretches the mind and makes Fang The tight string that Huai was in the cage loosened.

Could the people who built this garden be monks?Fang Huai knew that the first purpose of a monk was to devote himself to cultivating the Tao. An excellent cultivator should not be moved by anything outside his body, whether it was an exquisite house or a desolate cave, it was the same for him.

But monks are human after all, and the so-called human desires are infinite.Moreover, there is a special group among the monks, that is, the instrument cultivators.This kind of cultivator integrates the essence of his lifelong practice into the magic tools he makes, and spends his whole life comprehending all kinds of blueprints handed down from the past, constantly comprehending, revising, and recreating.

The masters of weapon repair, such as the founder of Qianji Pavilion, where Fang Huai's father Fang Qisheng was born, can rival the monks in the spiritual death period, but they are just legends after all.

So the owner of this garden is Qi Xiu?Fang Huai also thought of Master Yueku, who planted magical artifacts next to his bamboo building just to plant a bamboo forest, and he was considered an outlier among monks.

As soon as I thought of the bamboo forest, a bamboo forest appeared in front of my eyes, desolate and solemn, full of greenery, surrounded by a courtyard wall, and a stone path was paved in from the entrance of the small courtyard.

Fang Huai was about to go in to have a look, when Qixi ran up behind him and said, "My lord, I'm done!" She ran to Fang Huai's side, and asked worriedly, "It's been a long time since you left today, are you tired, my lord?"

Fang Huai did feel weak, and the supply of spiritual power was not enough.Glancing at the courtyard gate in front of him, he smiled and said, "Then go back first, are you tired?"

The two turned around, and Qi Xi said: "I'm not tired at all." Then she groaned angrily, "It's just that I took advantage of the elder sister, she just likes to throw her errands to others."

Fang Huai patted her on the head with a smile and said, "Blame me for being curious for a moment, and someone took advantage of you."

"It's good that the young master is happy, the young master is very happy today!"

The two walked towards the Moon Cave Gate that they entered earlier, Qixi suddenly said mysteriously: "My lord, do you know the story in this garden?"

"Huh? What story?"

"I heard from the senior sisters that this garden is the only place in the palace that cannot be swept away by the spiritual sense."

Fang Huai's heart moved when he heard the words, and he said, "Why?"

There was no one around, Qixi still whispered like a thief: "I heard that there used to be a big Daoist who lived here, he was very powerful, he didn't like to be watched by others, so he put a ban on this garden, whose god Even the palace lord can't penetrate it, even the palace lord..." She realized that she said something that shouldn't be said, she covered her mouth and shook her head, "No, the palace lord is the most powerful person in the world, so she won't be blocked out. "

Fang Huai's eyes gradually darkened and he said, "Tell me your story."

Qixi let go of her hand covering her mouth and said: "The palace master never comes to this garden, and it's remote, so few people come here, so there was a senior sister who fell in love with a man outside, and hid him in order to be together. In this garden."

"and then?"

Qixi said: "Then the man lived in this garden, and that senior sister was afraid of being discovered by other senior sisters, so she didn't always come to accompany him. One time, the senior sister was ordered to go out of the palace, and the palace master ordered someone to clean the garden on a whim. Another senior sister who came to clean the garden ran into that man."

Fang Huai said: "Then she reported to the Palace Master?"

Qixi chuckled and said: "No. As soon as this senior sister saw the man, she guessed who the lover was hiding here, so she seduced him a little bit, and the man stayed lonely in the garden, and he got into the trap with a few words. The senior sister turned upside down again, and cried out in love with brother and sister."

When Fang Huai heard her happily say the words "lover", "seduce a woman", "turn a phoenix", if it were a decent woman from the fairy sect, she would not only be ashamed to say it, but would also denounce it as an "obscene thing" , but she said it as if she had seen it with her own eyes, but she was open and generous, and there was no obscenity in her eyes.

"Later that senior sister came back to see her lover, and happened to bump into this senior sister and that man together. She was so angry that she broke into the house and started fighting. Naturally, the Palace Master was alarmed—"

The two walked out of the Moon Cave Gate, Qi Xi was talking vigorously, suddenly, as if a valve had been shut by someone, she swallowed her breath and swallowed back the words that came to her mouth.

Fang Huai looked up and saw birds flying out from the treetops, and Yu Xiao was standing under the golden ginkgo tree all by himself.He was dressed in a black robe, which was even more chilling in the bright colors, and the ginkgo leaves were lined up by him, and they became more and more brilliant.

Yu Xiao glanced at Qi Xi, who wished to bury her head on the ground.

Yu Xiao walked towards Fang Huai and said, "Why are you here?"

Fang Huai said: "I heard that there is such a place as Meng Garden, and I was curious. I didn't expect such a good garden to exist in Taizhen Palace."

Yu Xiao grabbed the somewhat pale fingers hanging by his side and said, "Go back."

What Qixi said about the ban on Meng Yuan is probably true.

Brought back to the dormitory by Yu Xiao, Fang Huai leaned on the bed and thought, and it was very possible that he could indeed block the consciousness of Yu Xiao and others.Otherwise, Yu Xiao wouldn't rush to take him away.

If so...

Yu Xiao poured a cup of tea and came over. Fang Huai's heartbroken flower poison had already been cured, but Yu Xiao got other spiritual materials and made it into tea for him to drink every day.

Fang Huai took a sip of Yu Xiao's hand, looked up at him and said, "That garden is really beautiful."

Yu Xiao looked at him and frowned slightly.

Fang Huai said: "I still want to go shopping a few more times, you won't let me?"

Yu Xiao moved her lips and said, "There are other places to go in Taizhen Palace..."

Fang Huai took the teacup in his hand, drank it down, stuffed it back into his hand and said, "Everywhere is like a cage." He lay back on the couch, turned his back to Yu Xiao, "Staying there, I feel Comfortable, it's a bit like my yard in Bishan."

Yu Xiao stood in front of the bed for a while, put the teacup back on the table, lay down next to Fang Huai on the couch, hugged him from behind, rested his chin on his shoulder and neck, silent for a while, said: "Go if you want."

"Meng Yuan?" Yin Menghe asked, "Where does he like to go?"

"He knows there are restrictions there." Yu Xiao said.

Yin Menghe's gaze landed somewhere, and he sneered, "Wouldn't it be better to go there? Back then, in order to trap that person, I personally placed a double barrier there. Once the garden gate is closed, even mosquitoes cannot fly out."

She turned her eyes to Yu Xiao and said: "Since you can't use those methods to him, you can only watch him avoid you, just like 'he' avoided me back then."

Fang Huai went to Meng Garden again the next day, and on the third and fourth days, it gradually became his habit to stay in Meng Garden for an hour or two every day.

Practicing exercises, researching spiritual tools, and going to Mengyuan every day filled his life as before. Yu Xiao stayed by his side every day except for practicing and dealing with some affairs, but the communication between the two was pitiful.

Sometimes Fang Huai looked at Yu Xiao who was always with him, and wanted to ask him about your grand plans and great achievements?What about the Demon Lord?Just wasting time on a supporting role like me?But he won't really ask Yu Xiao why he stays with him every step of the way and what his plans are, because he is no longer the senior who cares about his junior.

This role has been played for decades, and even he entered the play and took it seriously, but the truth still gave him a blow, ridiculed him, and tripped him up.

Occasionally, during the breaks of meditation, Fang Huai would also think about the little things about Yu Xiao and him in the past, and then the later turning against each other.He thought, maybe the disappointment that filled his heart was not only for Yu Xiao, but also for himself. If he could find a little bit of clues at the beginning, if he could not be deceived by the surface by relying on the foretelling, would the ending be the same? ?

In any case, he had no chance to regret it, and neither did Yu Xiao.

Four years passed in the blink of an eye.

"Master, son--"

Fang Huai woke up on the bed, stretched out his arms to block the harsh morning light, and the patterns of marigolds and crickets on the gauze swayed.

The girl lay down beside the bed and called him in a drawn out tone.After four years, her appearance and figure have not changed at all.When a monk takes pills, as long as he wants to, he can stay in a certain period of time.

Fang Huai gave a low "um" and reached out to pat the little girl's head that came over.

Qixi watched him slowly get up from the bed, lowering his head, squinting his eyes and frowning slightly.Outlined but not exaggerated muscles on the chest are exposed from the loose placket. The texture seems to be very flexible. Under the morning light, the delicate texture and smooth lines go all the way down, falling into the shadow of the loose placket. You can also tell that the waist is tight and narrow.

Even though I have watched it for four years, I can't help but blush a little.

No wonder the Young Palace Mistress had to spend a long time in the tent with the young master every morning, so she had to squat outside the bedroom and wait.

Qixi jumped up, took the clothes and handed them to Fang Huai, and said in her mouth, "Master, you got up so late today."

Fang Huai put on the clothes one by one, and said with a wry smile: "I broke through the foundation building last night, and my body couldn't bear it for a while, and I slept too deeply."

The set of exercises that Yan Gu taught him was specially improved according to his situation when he was practicing. It should have been the most suitable exercise for him. Unfortunately, after four years of hard work, it was only good enough to build a foundation. When the meridian was opened, the body was overwhelmed and passed out.

It was Yu Xiao who injected spiritual power into him, and he became more awake, but once he fell asleep on the bed, he could no longer maintain a state of vigilance.

Fang Huai got out of bed, and glanced at the table in front of the window, which was covered with a thick stack of papers like a register. He was very familiar with such things when he was the chief true biography of the White House.

Qixi brought a copper basin for him to wash, Fang Huai asked, "What is that?"

Qixi looked over and said: "That's a list of new inner disciples in the palace sent by a sister, and it is to be handed over to the Young Palace Master for inspection. The Young Palace Master has left the palace, and the sisters know that the Young Palace Master will return to the palace. I must come here first, so I just put the roster here."

After Fang Huai washed up, Qixi held the copper basin and said, "Master, do you still want to draw pictures today?" She often saw Fang Huai writing and drawing on paper recently, which seemed to be the structure diagrams of some spiritual weapons.

Fang Huai said: "More." He took a deep breath, feeling that his hands and feet were still a little out of control, the sequelae of last night.

Qixi said: "Young Master, wait a moment, I'll pour the water and clean up the table."

Fang Huai said, "Go."

Qixi walked away with the copper basin, and Fang Huai walked to the table, intending to remove the stack of registers by himself and look at the drawings that were not finished yesterday.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved a little, his hand loosened as if he lost his strength, and the roster fell to the ground.

He looked at his hands, sighed in a low voice, and bent over to pick up the scattered rosters.

However, among the scattered pages, I saw an unexpected name.

Fang Huai picked up one of the rosters, on which were neatly recorded the names, ages, backgrounds and aptitudes of the newly approved inner disciples of Taizhen Palace.

One of the lines was impressively listed with the words "Xu Rongsheng".