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This night, Qingji sat in this dilapidated temple all night, and in the early morning of the second day, just as the sky turned white, Qingji was ready to leave.

He tidied up the candlesticks in front of the Buddha statue, and seeing that Dongfang Bubai, who had stayed with him all night, planned to continue following him, he said, "Master Dongfang, you have a different way from the poor monk, so why waste your time."

Fu Zhenhong said inexplicably: "Monk, how do you know that our ways are different?"

Qingji shook her head lightly and said: "The poor monk doesn't have what the Eastern Hierarch wants to plot." After speaking, Qingji bypassed Fu Zhenhong and walked out the door.

Fu Zhenhong stared at Qingji's back for a few seconds, raised her eyebrows slightly, and followed her up.

Sensing the footsteps following behind her, Qingji paused for a moment, with a rare look of helplessness appearing on her face.But behind this helpless emotion, another secret emotion seemed to flash in the depths of his eyes, like an indescribable joy.

Qingji herself couldn't explain why she had such contradictory emotions.So almost instinctively, he suppressed that faint joy in the depths, letting it dissipate with the passage of time.

He turned his head and looked at the man in front of him, "Eastern Hierarch, do you plan to follow the poor monk all the time?"

"Yes." Fu Zhenhong smiled slightly and said, "Monk, I will follow wherever you go."

He spoke casually, with a bit of carelessness in his tone, but he didn't mean to be joking at all.And the smile on his face was too bright, under the first ray of light in the morning, there was a kind of intoxicating amazement.

Qing Ji turned her head and did not speak again.

The dew in the early morning was still a bit heavy, because of the shade of the lush trees, the sun had not yet fully illuminated the barren hills. Walking in the mountains and forests in silence, the monk's robes on his body were also wet by the dew on the leaves.

Fu Zhenhong followed behind Qingji, keeping a distance of about one meter just like last night.He no longer wore a human skin mask on his face, but still showed his original face.

In the temple last night, although Qing Ji meditated all night, Fu Zhenhong closed her eyes and rested. Although she didn't really fall asleep, it was considered a rest.

On weekdays, Chen Yu is responsible for Fu Zhenhong's food, clothing and daily life. When Chen Yu is away, he is poetry. He doesn't care about details, and he doesn't pursue excessive details. When there is no one to serve him, he just needs to put on the clothes , as for whether it was a little loose and messy, Fu Zhenhong didn't care.

It was also because of this that Fu Zhenhong's clothes at this moment were like two extremes compared to Qing Ji's.Qing Ji's monk robe was clean, flat, without a single wrinkle, and he wore it very decently.Fu Zhenhong's clothes became a little messy after a night of sleep, and her belt was a little loose.

Compared with Qingji's calm and energetic walking, Fu Zhenhong who followed Qingji was in a lazy state.

Qingji didn't say where to go.

Fu Zhenhong didn't ask either.

The two just walked one after the other, listening to each other's footsteps and the chirping of birds in the forest.

Because it is a barren mountain, the surrounding weeds are very deep, and the branches of the trees grow wantonly. When Qingji walked, he paid attention to avoiding these sharp branches, but Fu Zhenhong didn't care about them when he walked, so that he waited for the two of them Halfway through the walk, the sleeves and shoulders of Fu Zhenhong's shirt were cut by branches.

At this time, it was already half past time, and it was the time when the sun was scorching hot, but because the trees covered most of the sunlight, the mottled halo did not feel scorching when it shone on Fu Zhenhong's body.

Qingji looked up at the sun, then stopped in a relatively open place.After cleaning up the weeds around him, he sat down on a raised stone, and then took out the dry food and the water bottle in his pack.

The dry food is a few palm-sized breads, wrapped in a clean white cloth.Qingji took out two of them, and although he didn't say anything, he handed one of the breads to Fu Zhenhong who was sitting beside him.

Fu Zhenhong looked at the cake, but didn't take it.

This bread looks a bit hard, and it is true if you think about it. After at least one day and one night, the taste will not be good.Although Fu Zhenhong planned to follow Qingji all the way, she didn't intend to wrong herself to follow Qingji to eat this kind of hard and dry food in his opinion.

"Monk, you keep this plain bread for yourself." After Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, she stood up and walked to the grass on the right.

Seeing this, Qing Ji didn't force it, his expression was always calm, and he wasn't surprised by Fu Zhenhong's rejection.It seemed that he knew that the pancake he handed to Dongfang Bubai would not be accepted by the other party, but whether Dongfang Bubai accepted the pancake or not, it was Dongfang Bubai's business.It doesn't conflict with whether the other party accepts or not, and whether he gives or not. He is simply doing what he already thinks he should do.

Although the weather was getting hotter and hotter, Qingji chose the location under a tall old pagoda tree, whose branches and leaves covered the dazzling sunlight.Occasionally, when the breeze blows, it can also bring a burst of coolness.

He just sat under the tree, eating the bread bit by bit.When he was almost halfway through eating the bread, Fu Zhenhong came back with a hare in his hand, obviously planning to roast the hare.

The hare had died, and there was still blood on its legs. When Qing Ji saw it, she frowned obviously, but she didn't say anything, she just looked away and stopped looking at the hare.

Fu Zhenhong was a little surprised. He thought that Qing Ji, as a monk, would say something to him, but he didn't expect that although the other party disapproved of his behavior, he didn't use his own way to interfere and restrain others.

This can't help but remind Fu Zhenhong that at the martial arts conference, when facing those killed by him, Shi Shi and Chen Yu, in the bloody conference, Qingji still stood calmly in it, his face was calm , who obviously has the compassion of the Buddhist family, but also has an extremely restrained and calm tranquility.

Not long after, the smell of the hare being roasted wafted into the air. Fu Zhenhong held a pole made of branches, and the hare was placed on it, looking very appetizing.

But Fu Zhenhong didn't eat much, he only ate one rabbit leg and put the rest aside.And here, Qing Ji finished eating the bread and was drinking water from the kettle.

After Fu Zhenhong wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, she looked at the kettle in Qingji's hand, and said to Qingji without any shyness: "Monk, I'm thirsty."

His tone was very natural, but whether it was his status and status above everyone, or his martial arts and appearance, people felt that he should be like this, and what was even more strange was that he would not be annoying.

Qingji glanced at Fu Zhenhong, then at the water bottle in her hand, and after a moment of silence, she handed the water bottle to Fu Zhenhong.

When Fu Zhenhong reached out to pick up the water bottle, the ripped clothes on her shoulders were facing Qing Ji's direction, and Qing Ji's gaze inevitably touched the flawless and delicate white under the clothes.

This snow-white round shoulder is really eye-catching, but its owner doesn't care, and doesn't care about the existence of a second person here.

Qingji paused, looked away, but when she looked up and saw that Fu Zhenhong's lips were almost touching the mouth of the kettle to drink water, her body froze for a moment.

He just drank this water bottle just now, with his lips pressed against the mouth of the bottle, and now, Dongfang Bubai is also drinking in the same way, so it seems that his lips and Dongfang Bubai's lips have come into contact indirectly.

Seeing this, Qing Ji's expression was somewhat uncomfortable.

Although the two men are like this, there is really nothing to make a fuss about, but if one of them is Dongfang Bubai, Qing Ji feels a little weird for no reason, let alone turn a blind eye.

Qingji herself can't tell what kind of feeling it is, in short, the mood is subtle, and there is a slight burning sensation in the ears, although it is not obvious, it is almost negligible.

Fu Zhenhong didn't think so much in a short period of time like Qingji. After drinking the water, he threw the water bottle to Qingji: "Thanks, monk." He said like a normal person.

Seeing this, Qingji had no choice but to swallow the words she was going to say, and silently closed the lid of the kettle in order not to appear deliberate.

Qing Ji didn't take the initiative to find topics, and Fu Zhenhong didn't intend to say anything, so the two of them rested quietly under the shade of the tree for a while before moving on.

It was still Qingji who walked in front, and Fu Zhenhong followed Qingji.With the experience of last night and morning, Qing Ji seems to have gotten used to having such a person following him.

After passing through this barren mountain, Fu Zhenhong followed Qingji to a small wooden house at the foot of the mountain.This log cabin is old, but it is not messy. On the contrary, the log cabin is surrounded by a fence, and there are a few chickens in the yard. The whole environment reveals a very simple life atmosphere.

Green smoke was rising from the chimney of the cabin, and a smell of rice wafted out from it.Qing Ji walked in, just at this moment, a boy in gray clothes ran out from inside.

The little boy held a bunch of candied haws in his hand, and when he saw Qingji walking into the yard, his eyes widened, and a startled look rose on his pink face, he woke up immediately: "It's Brother Qingji! Daddy, Daddy, Brother Qingji is here! !” The little boy turned his head and shouted in the direction of the small kitchen very excitedly.

"Yang'er, how many times have daddy told you that you can't be so unruly if you want to be called Master Qingji." A very calm male voice answered the little boy.

After the voice fell, a man also dressed in gray came out of the room.The man looked about 35 or [-] years old, with a rigid appearance and dark skin, but his eyes were bright, black and white, and very energetic.

After he saw Qing Ji, he had a happy face just like the little boy, and the eyebrows of the two were very similar.

"Brother Qingji, you came just in time. Dad wrapped glutinous rice dumplings in lotus leaves today, and they will be ready to eat in a while." The little boy ran up to Qingji, raised his head, and looked at Qingji with bright eyes.

The quiet mood seemed to be infected by the simple and sincere enthusiasm of the little boy in front of him, and there was a slight arc on the corner of his lips.

He raised his hand and gently touched the little boy's head. Just as he was about to speak, the little boy suddenly turned his head, as if he had discovered something, and looked at Fu Zhenhong who was standing behind Qingji.