moonlit night

"Shengjun, this is the room of my little uncle." Outside the door of the meditation room, Huaiyuan, the leader of the Maoshan trail, said solemnly to Yue Qingchen: "Young uncle has a weird temper. First, I will apologize to you for him here."

This young man was dressed in an ordinary dark Taoist uniform, with hair tied in a bun and holding a dust whisk, but his brows were rare at this age, deep and quiet, as clean as if he had just walked out of the remote mountains, wearing a spring morning When the forest first holds the fresh and wet breath of dew.

Advancing and retreating properly, neither arrogant nor impetuous, is a good temperament suitable for cultivating Taoism.

Although in name Huaiyuan came here with the cheap younger brother of the legendary Sect Master Yuxu, but anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that he is much more reliable than the cheap younger brother.

So Yue Qingchen slightly nodded at the reliable Huaiyuan Taoist leader, and said casually: "Have you been in Jindan for nearly three years?"

"Responding to Shengjun's words, yes." Huaiyuan lowered his head and replied, suddenly his mind moved, he raised his eyes and glanced at Yue Qingchen quietly, then hurriedly turned to his feet.

In front of him is one of the few cultivators who have entered the holy realm in this world, and his gestures seem to have a certain kind of mystery and transparency that blends with the world, and although he himself is extremely outstanding among his peers, when facing Yue Qing When I was in the dust, I still felt that there was a towering mountain surrounded by clouds and mist. Although I knew that the top of the mountain had an excellent scenery that was hard to see in the world, I couldn't see it clearly or touch it anyway.

"It's so noisy, what are you talking about at the door? It's so noisy that I can't sleep well." At this moment, the door that had been closed was suddenly opened violently, and the unruly Taoist priest had a messy head. Mao suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.He first raised his hand and flicked Huaiyuan's head neatly, and before he could react, he said lazily to Yue Qingchen: "Please go back, don't say anything, we have nothing to say. Boss The place that the bald donkey prepared for Pindao is small, and Pindao can't use it alone, so I won't bother to keep you."

His hair was as messy as a hen's coop, and his Taoist robe was in a mess. This routine of leaning against the door frame with a hippie smiling face to chase people away was done in one go, and he probably had practiced it many times in private.

With such a thing, it is really embarrassing to Maoshanzong, it is not as good as the fool who lost his soul before.

Huaiyuan covered his head and glared at him from one side, like a high school student whose idol poster was torn up by an unreasonable parent, ready to rush forward at any time.

It is considered a talent to be able to force such an honest child into such a situation in a few words.

Yue Qingchen glanced at the so-called Daoist Wan Qing calmly, feeling more and more familiar with the Taoist's behavior in his heart, he didn't speak, and didn't leave, he just stood there quietly, passing the Wangshu Shengjun's icy aura released.

He is waiting for someone.

He didn't move, and Wan Qing didn't move either. The two just looked at each other in such an inscrutable way for a while. Finally, Wan Qing couldn't bear the chill that seemed to be real because she didn't have the spiritual power to stay close to her. He rubbed his hands together, secretly He muttered something, then wanted to shrink back and close the door.

Yue Qingchen, who has eyes and ears, heard the words he muttered clearly, his eyes darkened, and then he stretched out his hand to support the door, and he insisted not to let him close it.

Wan Qing was shocked by his behavior of bullying women from good families who looked like a hooligan, and thought that this was wrong. Aren't those so-called decent monks always proud and proud to save face? What about the face?

He had an intuition that he couldn't beat Yue Qingchen with his strength, so he was shocked while he was busy, and shouted at Huaiyuan who was standing on the side and had nothing to do with himself: "Stinky boy, you don't help when you see your uncle being bullied. Are you doing this to a junior? Why don’t you roll over and blow him away!"

Because Wan Qing let herself and Mao Shanzong lose face in front of Yue Qingchen, Huaiyuan was determined to confront him at the moment, and even thought that if Shengjun was sincere like her Master Yuxu, what kind of wind would he fall in love with? This scourge is useless, so even if he is tied up, he must be tied up by Yue Qingchen.

Naturally, Wan Qing didn't know the despicable thoughts in her nephew's mind and his elbow that had been bent several miles away, but seeing that he didn't intend to help, she had no choice but to turn her eyes, close her buttocks and sit on the ground to start playing. Playing up his naughty skills: "Help me, I killed someone, and I'm about to die if someone is killed, brother suzerain, come and save me!"

His suzerain brother who was far away in Maoshan naturally couldn't hear his hapless brother's cry for help, but at this moment, the sudden appearance of another person could be regarded as saving him from the fire and water.

"Shengjun, is... what happened?" Not far away, Wang Le's startled voice rang out, and behind him was Jun Changye, who also had the same inexplicable and worried expression.

The moment he saw Jun Changye, Yue Qingchen let go of the hand, and let go of the door that had suffered so badly.He stroked his spotless sleeves, and then politely said to Wan Qing: "Since the Taoist priest doesn't want to make calculations for his juniors, then he will offend you a lot this time. I'm sorry, and I will leave."

Immediately afterwards, he whispered to Jun Changye who was standing stupidly by the side: "It's okay, Chang Ye, let's go."

Jun Changye looked at his master's neither good nor bad expression, nodded consciously, then walked to his side, holding his hand obediently.

At this moment, Wan Qing, who had been cursing and holding the door to stand up, suddenly paused, and then a strange and eager light burst out of her eyes, she stared at Jun Changye closely, and even her voice trembled: "Wait, kid, he said your name, what's your name?"

Yue Qingchen had no troubles on his face, and he kept pulling Jun Changye to walk outside the monastery without stopping.

Wan Qing didn't care about losing face at the moment, she rushed over and grabbed Jun Changye's other hand, and yelled at Jun Changye in an almost roaring posture: "Are you called Jun Changye?" Long night? Is your father..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that his mouth was sealed by something, and he couldn't open it no matter what, so he could only utter a series of meaningless onomatopoeia.

Fuck, I was very happy to use the silence technique in the novel, but I felt so uncomfortable when I really used it on myself.

The displeased Daoist Wanqing continued to whine at Huangjun Changye's hand while glaring at Yue Qingchen. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed as he stared at him, using the only known elements of ice and Shengjun to launch a Surprising conclusion:

Could it be that the person in front of him is the super powerful master who died young in the early days of the male lead, who is called some kind of sage.

Before he could figure out what he was looking at, Yue Qingchen let go of Jun Changye's hand first, then grabbed Wan Qing's tattered skirt and dragged him into the door, and said to Jun Changye just before closing the door Sentence: "You go back first."

After that, the door closed with a "bang" in front of Jun Changye.

Jun Changye's already dark eyes became deeper and deeper for a moment, as if they had turned into two bottomless cold pools, from which no light could penetrate.

You see, he doesn't care about you at all, he even treats random random people better than you.

A voice that had never been heard before suddenly appeared out of nowhere, but quickly occupied Jun Changye's entire mind at that moment.

Am I so dispensable to him?

"Long Ye, Chang Ye!" Seeing that Jun Chang Ye hadn't spoken for a long time, Wang Le hurriedly called him several times.

Jun Changye finally recovered from his daze, but the gloomy atmosphere that lingered around him just now did not dissipate for a while, so Wang Le hurriedly recited a few words of Amitabha, my Buddha's mercy for him.

"This little fellow Taoist, what's on your mind?" Huaiyuan, who was also locked outside the door, looked at Jun Changye meaningfully for a moment, stretched out his hand to pinch a trick, and then said to him solemnly: "You have passed the time recently. Unfavorable, there may be a bloody disaster."

This gathering of monks and Taoists can really tell ugly things that have no shadow.

Jun Changye nodded and thanked Taoist Master Huaiyuan for his friendly reminder, and then said to Wang Le, "Didn't you just say you wanted to go down the mountain to find clues and help search for Master Ning's disciples? I'll go with you."

"Ah...but you just didn't..." Wang Le opened his eyes wide.

"Human life is at stake, there is no time to delay, let's go." Jun Changye walked outside without looking back.

"Okay, wait for me! The temple gate is over there."

Huaiyuan stared at the backs of the two who were drifting away, and counted several times with his hands, but found that no matter how he calculated, the fate of that little fellow Taoist seemed to be shrouded in an inexplicable fog, and there were obstacles everywhere. .He had no choice but to admit that his deduction skills were not good enough, and he planned to ask him for advice more while he was still with his unreliable but really good fortune teller.

"It's not you, what's the matter, I..." As soon as Wan Qing entered the room, she found that the confinement was gone, and she could speak again, so she hurriedly put on the posture of a shrew cursing the street, ready to yell.

Yue Qingchen looked at him and shook his head, and said firmly, "Xiaochun."

After hearing this fluffy sentence, the menacing vigor of the tattered Taoist disappeared in an instant, replaced by tearful eyes.

"You, you are..." He choked up, "Brother Qingchen?"

Immediately afterwards, like a bitter baby who had been living on the streets for several years and finally found an organization, he hugged Yue Qingchen and started crying, crying and twitching, his nose and tears wiped all over Yue Qingchen's white skirt , and almost rubbed the clothes into a rag like his own tattered Taoist robe.

Yue Qingchen sighed, patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, and it was very rare that he didn't dislike his messy appearance.

Xiaochun is the pet name for him by the people around him, and the screen name he originally gave himself was a wisp of spring breeze.

The reason for calling it this name is because a girl he had a crush on met a tall, rich and handsome girl from the Internet, and in less than two months, he completed the process from online communication to offline private meeting to The feat of a quick flash marriage completely broke Xiaochun's heart.

And the man who snatched his beloved girl was named Jiang Nan on the Internet.

The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, the name, um, can be regarded as the heart of Sima Zhao, who is extremely sinister.

"Brother Qingchen, I have found you. You don't even know how much I have suffered and suffered." Xiaochun finally stopped crying with tears in his nose, and began to cry about his fate after time travel. "When the car overturned under the cliff, I thought I was going to die. I didn't expect to open my eyes and find that my heart was still beating. Although I had such an old and ugly body, I didn't go to see Hades directly, little brother. Thank goodness for that already.

"Brother Qingchen, guess how I figured out that this is the world in your novel? Oh, that's such a coincidence. Didn't I just happen to be making a setting map for your Fengshen recently? I happened to be Maoshanzong , and then looked up a lot of information about Taoism, so when I saw the tattered robe and the guys on the back of this old man with a strong nose, I roughly guessed a little bit."

This guy is a painter, and he is quite famous. Given his talent, willingness to endure hardships, and his strong enthusiasm for painting, he became one of Yue Qingchen's few partners. That day He happened to be in the car at the time of the accident, so it was unlucky to have such a bizarre and low-probability event together.

"Then your current Wanqing?" Yue Qingchen looked at his swollen eyes from crying, and thought of his usual style of naming, suddenly some ominous premonitions surged in his heart.

"Ah, it's like this." When he talked about his creative ideas, Xiaochun suddenly became energetic, "I didn't want to find you quickly, so I thought about making a fuss about the name first. Brother Qingchen, your pseudonym It’s called Shanmoweiyun, then the next sentence is Tianlian Decaying Grass. This sentence is so famous, most people know it, but isn’t there a line called “Declining Grass Lies Horizontal Evening Sunshine”? This is our unique song , there must be no one here except the few of us who know, so I made my own name Wan Qing, and I think Brother Qingchen, you and I have a good understanding, as long as you hear it, you will definitely understand."

Yue Qingchen looked at his smug look, held it back for a long time, and still bounced a loud bang on his shiny forehead.

Have a tacit understanding?Who gave him the confidence?

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Decaying grass with horizontal evening sunshine, half city willow color half flute.

——Hetu "No.30 Eighth Summer Solstice"