[Comprehensive martial arts] Mr. Psychic Medium

It wasn't very late yet, but it was starting to get colder. Zhong Yanqiu walked out of the room, and the maple trees planted in front of the court were as bright as fire. I don't know if it was because he was in a Buddhist temple, so it wouldn't look too lively. The red The maple leaves reflect the blue sky, and there are a few lonely birds passing by, which does not have the beauty of loneliness and tranquility.

"Sir." Xu Zhu clasped his palms together and bowed to salute. When facing Zhong Yanqiu alone, he would always feel a little uneasy. He didn't know where to put his hands and where to look. He only felt that he was in Zhong Yanqiu's eyes. Yanqiu seemed to have been seen through, all the secrets were invisible.

But what secret does he have? Xu Zhu grew up in Shaolin Temple, a well-behaved young monk who has never violated any rules and regulations. Xiao Xiao was lazy, or didn't tell the teacher about the brothers sneaking out into the woods, it was really lackluster.

Zhong Yanqiu nodded, "I still have things to do, so I'm leaving first, and you can talk to Abbot Xuanci and the others later."

He has no interest in how Xiao Feng will deal with Xuan Ci and Murong Bo, or that the personalities of these people are too distinct to be seen at a glance, and the final ending probably won't have any surprising reversal.

Xiao Feng would definitely not kill Xuanci, firstly the other party was deceived by others, and secondly Xuanci finally took him in and took good care of him.

For Murong Bo, death is certain, if Xiao Feng can keep him alive, then his brain is really broken, the problem is how he died, the most likely thing is that Xuanci was furious when he confessed Xiao Feng slapped him to death with one palm - Xiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan, will not do it, so the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms or the Dog Beating Stick will not be because he will not be the leader.

It is also possible that he will bring Murong Bo back to Xiao Yuanshan to deal with. The feeling of hatred for Xiao Feng is not as strong as Xiao Yuanshan's, but Xiao Feng still respects Xiao Yuanshan as his biological father.

No matter what kind it was, Zhong Yanqiu didn't have the slightest interest in watching the fun.

"Are you going to leave now?" Xu Zhu was startled, then hurriedly said, "Don't you see Brother Duan, he often mentions you to me."

Zhong Yanqiu shook his head, "If he wants to see me, he will know where to find me."

Duan Yu was probably fed up with the situation where the world is full of younger sisters, and he didn't want to face the kindness and resentment of his parents in the Zhennan Palace.

If it's only once, it's fine, two, three, four or five times, it's no wonder my mother was disheartened and left the Zhennan Prince's Mansion to live in a Taoist temple.

So Duan Yu came to Shaolin Temple, in fact, not only Shaolin Temple, but also the famous ancient temples and treasure temples in Central Plains. Sitting together, talking about a certain passage of Buddhist scriptures, a certain allusion, his heart is unprecedentedly peaceful.

Humanity pink skeleton, beauty and bones, he has unknowingly become a person who judges people by their appearance - he has to admit that [-]% of his "love at first sight" to Wang Yuyan is because of that Zhang Yichen Yixi, with the fairy sister Yuyu. Like the general appearance.

As for his fairy sister, it is probably because the person who sculpted the jade statue poured his affection into it, which made the jade statue extraordinarily lifelike, as pure and pure as Fairy Lingbo. Even if he knew that it was just a jade statue, he couldn't help feeling Illusion, thinking that the jade statue will come to life in the next second.

So, how can people not be addicted to it.

It's him.

Duan Yu is slowly trying to get out of a hopeless relationship—Miss Wang likes Murong Fu, and besides, Miss Wang's mother, the wife of Mantuo Villa, he vaguely remembers hearing his father mention it, probably it was him Which one is good.

He was no longer surprised by this.

But in the short term, he didn't want to go back to Dali, he just wanted to hang out, study Buddhism with the masters, eat fast and chant Buddha, he didn't make any progress in martial arts, but he took a big step forward in mental state.

Although Zhong Yanqiu didn't go to see him on purpose, he was chased by Duan Yu when he was about to walk out of the mountain gate. The young man ran fast, and couldn't help complaining a few words about why he didn't come to him as soon as he opened his mouth.

Probably a child like him who was spoiled and raised in a honey pot is very good at acting like a baby, and complaining also has a bit of acting like a baby, but it is not so arrogant and indulgent that people find it annoying. There is a bit of amiable and cute stupidity.

Duan Yu complained a few words and then stopped. He chased after him to ask Zhong Yanqiu to pass a message to his family for him—mainly to his uncle Duan Zhengming, so that the family should not worry and he should relax outside. , will go back soon.

He has learned from Su Mengzhen for so long, whether it is the Six-Meridian Excalibur or the Beiming Divine Art, they are far from the previous look of being ineffective at all times, even if he is easily flustered because of lack of experience in fighting the enemy, in this arena There is nothing wrong with self-defense.

After Duan Yu finished speaking, he dragged Zhong Yanqiu and muttered a few more words before going back. Zhong Yanqiu turned around and walked out of the mountain gate. Cloth.

The blade is as thin red as water, reflecting the sparkling light.

The cloth strips were wrapped in several layers, and when Zhong Yanqiu untied the cloth strips completely, he was already far away from the Shaolin Temple.

"Okay." Zhong Yanqiu said softly.

In the next second, white mist rose from the blade, and gradually gathered into a human shape.

"Are you okay?" Zhong Yanqiu looked at Su Mengzhen and asked.

"It's okay." Su Mengzhen replied, "Just a little dizzy."

No matter how much he looks like a stranger, there is no way to change the fact that he is dead. The Buddha beads or the spells will have a certain impact on him, especially this time he went to the Shaolin Temple, which is full of incense. Being able to resist the first resistance, stepping into this kind of temple at will is completely courting death.

Even though Zhong Yanqiu wrapped him with layers of protective mantra cloth, he still felt uncomfortable.

But if he was asked to go back to the red sleeve knife to rest, he would not be willing either, he just lazily closed his eyes half-closed, floated behind Zhong Yanqiu in a slender figure, and didn't need to look at the road, it was always a ghost Nothing could touch his body, and he passed through it lightly.

Zhong Yanqiu didn't walk fast, and he picked small paths that were deserted. Autumn had come, and the trees beside the road had lost their leaves, leaving only bare branches stretching toward the sky, splitting the sky into several pieces. .

The ground is covered with yellow leaves, which have been dried by the sun after several days of no rain, showing a dry yellow color, and will shatter with light force.

There were fallen leaves all over the ground, but Zhong Yanqiu wouldn't make any sound when he stepped on them, but he deliberately used some strength, and he heard the cracking sound of the soles of his feet.

The dry leaves were pressed against the surface and cracked into several pieces, and the lifeless shell collapsed, making that slight but hard to ignore sound.

The last yellow leaf on the tree was blown by the wind and was on the verge of falling, swaying, suddenly left the branch, floated down with the wind, swirled a few times, and landed at Zhong Yanqiu's feet.

"They obviously grow up, but they still have to fall down in the end." Zhong Yanqiu looked up at the bare tree branches, "Isn't it very similar to the rivers and lakes?"

Countless rivers and lakes are like that leaf, no matter how desperately they climb up, no matter how desperately they absorb the sun and rain to strengthen themselves, at that time when the passing of time and the autumn wind come together, everything will be destroyed, leaving only the ground withered and yellow.

"But there will still be new leaves growing." Su Mengzhen said, "The leaves will fall and grow again. This is the case every year, but the tree will become taller and taller, and the roots will be deeper and deeper. Here, forever and ever."

So he was never afraid of sacrifice, and he never regretted using his life as a bargaining chip.

"Without the leaves, there will be flowers, and without the flowers, there will be fruits, and then the fruits will scatter, and there will be more and more trees, and a bigger and bigger forest."

Su Mengzhen and Zhong Yanqiu were very close, almost sticking together, Zhong Yanqiu suddenly said: "After delivering the letter to Duan Yu, let's go."

"Don't want to stay anymore?" Su Mengzhen asked.

"They're all the same people, it's not interesting." Zhong Yanqiu said.

The rivers and lakes that bear the family, the country and the world on their backs can never escape the tragic ending. Going back to the mountains and forests is probably the best ending. More people go to the battlefield with aspirations, and they often end up not dying under the enemy's sword or gun, but Trapped by those loyal and heroic spirits, he became a cocoon, and even fell into the hands of his own people in the end.

If you see too much, it's meaningless.