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After the little boy said this, not only Qingji himself, but even Fu Zhenhong was a little surprised.The air suddenly became silent at this moment, and a strange atmosphere gradually permeated the small room.

The little boy is also a very clever child. He first glanced at Qingji and then at Fu Zhenhong. After he realized that he had finished saying this sentence, brother Qingji looked a little embarrassed, and the pretty brother also fell silent suddenly. I realized that I was wrong.

Fearing that Fu Zhenhong and Qingji would be angry, the little boy moved his lips and was about to change his words, but at this moment, Fu Zhenhong suddenly laughed.

He didn't laugh loudly, and his smile was very light and casual, "You're right, I'm really interested in this monk."

After Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, she walked to Qingji's side, feeling that Qingji became a little tense because of her approach, and the arc of the corners of Fu Zhenhong's lips rose a little bit.

Under the gaze of the little boy, he raised his hand, put his palm on Qingji's shoulder, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at Qingji: "Monk, do you think I will eat you?" In his tone There was a hint of ridicule, and there was a kind of teasing malice in the pupils.

"Eastern Hierarch, it's meaningless for you to follow me like this." Qing Ji pushed Fu Zhenhong's hand away, and her thin lips were tightly closed into a cold straight line.

Fu Zhenhong asked with great interest: "Then tell me, monk, what is meaningful in this world?"

Qingji said: "Don't kill, don't kiss villains, don't rape evil and steal, don't disturb others."

"Monk, these are all the precepts of your Buddhist school." After Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, she seemed to have thought of something, and then continued: "What's more, I remember that there are not too few people who died at the hands of Shaolin. "

As soon as Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, the man in the kitchen also prepared a delicious meal, and he entered the room with a plate of glutinous rice balls: "What's the matter?" The man's eyes were on Fu Zhenhong and Qingji's face After a quick sweep, he said to the little boy, "Yang'er, go and straighten the table."

"Okay, Dad." The little boy responded.Although this little boy is not tall and young, he is very strong, far surpassing boys of his age.

For an ordinary child, the relatively heavy table was easily lifted by this little boy and put back in its original position.

"Taste my craft." The little boy's father waved at Fu Zhenhong and Qingji who were beside him, with a bright and enthusiastic smile on his face.

He naturally saw the somewhat strange atmosphere between Fu Zhenhong and Qingji, but he didn't point it out, but pretended not to care, and asked some questions that shouldn't be asked, but just used his own Way to try to ease the atmosphere.

Qing Ji didn't want to embarrass Yang'er, the father and son, so after thanking her, she sat down.

Seeing this, Yang'er smiled and took a dumpling to Qingji, and after Qingji took it, the smile on Yang'er's face suddenly became brighter and brighter.He trotted up to Fu Zhenhong, just like in the yard, not afraid of Fu Zhenhong's identity at all, just took Fu Zhenhong's hand, and said as he pulled Fu Zhenhong to the table : "Beautiful brother, you can try it too."

This time, Fu Zhenhong sat on Qingji's right, and there were two empty seats for Yang'er, father and son.From the mouth of the father and son, Fu Zhenhong learned how Qingji met them.

The story is quite old-fashioned. There was a famine in the hometown of Yanger and his son, and they were rescued by Qingji on the way to relatives.Later, there was no trace of relatives there, so Qingji found this home for the father and son.

Although some plots were omitted in the middle, Fu Zhenhong could feel Qingji's help to the father and son from the expression of Yang'er and his father describing the process.

The glutinous rice dumplings wrapped in lotus leaves are very soft and glutinous. The fragrance of lotus leaves and rice blend together. Although it is not as good as those delicacies from mountains and seas, it reveals a touch of homely warmth.

For the little boy Yang'er, Fu Zhenhong likes it a little bit. This kid knows his identity, but he is not afraid of him, let alone look at him with frightened eyes and trembling submissively. Instead, he is as usual Keep that bright and energetic smile.

It seems that he just treats a big devil like Dongfang Bubai, who is feared by countless people in the world, as an ordinary person.

Fu Zhenhong didn't have a big appetite. When he came here, he ate roasted hares. At this time, he only ate two lotus leaf glutinous rice dumplings and didn't continue to eat. He was bored, so he turned his head and propped his chin to watch Qingji on the left eats.

Qingji's movements are not slow, but they don't make people feel eager. On the contrary, they reveal a kind of elegance like that of a nobleman, which is very pleasing to the eye.Fu Zhenhong didn't know Qing Ji's status before she became a monk in Shaolin, but she probably wasn't a poor family.

"Young Master Dongfang, I think your clothes seem to be torn by branches on the mountain. If you don't mind, you can bring them to me to help you mend them." The man sitting opposite Fu Zhenhong said kindly to Fu Zhenhong.

Like the little boy Yang'er, this man didn't care about Fu Zhenhong's identity as the leader of the Sun Moon God Sect. Maybe it was because Fu Zhenhong's eyes didn't have killing intent, or maybe it was because Fu Zhenhong's facial features were too good-looking, easy to see People subconsciously ignored his identity, or maybe it was because he came with Qingji.

"Beautiful brother, my father's craftsmanship is very good." Yang'er also said, her words were full of pride in her father's craftsmanship.

Although Fu Zhenhong didn't care much about the damage to her clothes, she didn't intend to refuse the kindness, but just as Fu Zhenhong was about to speak, Qing Ji said first, "Leave it to the poor monk. "

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows, and looked at Qingji in surprise.

Qing Ji didn't explain either, but after the man looked at the two of them for a moment, and then took out the needle and thread from the cabinet, he took it.

"That room has better light." The man pointed to the room behind Fu Zhenhong.

"Monk, do you know how to do needlework?" Fu Zhenhong who entered the room asked Qing Ji who also entered behind her.

Qingji replied: "Every disciple in Shaolin will know it."

"Oh?" Fu Zhenhong smiled, then took off her outer shirt and threw it to Qingji.

Qing Ji glanced at the outer shirt in her hand, then at Fu Zhenhong who was only wearing an inner coat, she looked away and sat on the stool, and began to mend.

Fu Zhenhong found it strange, so she leaned her back against the wall and watched him while Qingji was sewing.Fu Zhenhong's identity in this world is Dongfang Bubai, and the martial arts secret book Dongfang Bubai cultivates is the Sunflower Collection.

The Sunflower Collection mainly uses long needles as tools and thin threads as blades. Fu Zhenhong is naturally no stranger to these needles and threads.

But at this moment, the same needle and thread is being held by Qing Ji, which is completely two extremes with Fu Zhenhong. These needles and threads are the sharpest blades in Fu Zhenhong's hands, but they can cut people's throats in an instant. Meaningful and bloody.

However, in Qingji's hands at this moment, there is a kind of gentleness that has been quiet for years.With lowered eyebrows and eyes, he was quietly mending the clothes in his hands. The sunlight came in from the half-closed window and sprinkled on Qingji's body, giving off a kind of quiet and peaceful warmth.

Fu Zhenhong knew very well that if the little boy's father hadn't opened his mouth, Qingji would not have taken the initiative to take over the mending of clothes from the man, because obviously, Qingji had just ignored it from the beginning and had no intention of doing so.

But Fu Zhenhong didn't ask why the monk suddenly changed his mind, maybe it was because he didn't want to trouble the little boy's father, or maybe it was something else, but for Fu Zhenhong, there was nothing worth exploring of.

Time passed slowly, Fu Zhenhong watched for as long as he sewed quietly.

The needle and thread used by Qingji are the same color as Fu Zhenhong's outer shirt, so it won't make people feel awkward after sewing, and it seems to be stitched according to the pattern on Fu Zhenhong's clothes. Extraordinary fit.

It's Wei Shi at this time, Yang'er's father went to gather medicine, and Yang'er was sitting under a big tree in the yard, carrying a book on his back.

Fu Zhenhong thought it was time for Qingji to leave, but she didn't expect the other party to go to the east corner of the yard and start chopping the pile of firewood.Seeing Qing Ji's proficient appearance, it is obvious that this is not the first time he has done such a thing.

Fu Zhenhong saw that Qingji would not finish chopping for a while, so she jumped for life, jumped to the tree and sat down, then leaned her back against the trunk, ready to take a nap.

"Beautiful brother, I want to go up too." The little boy under the tree raised his head and looked at Fu Zhenhong on the tree with anticipation.

Fu Zhenhong paused, "Aren't you afraid of heights?"

The little boy shook his head: "Don't be afraid, Yang'er is a man, and a man will not be afraid of these things."

Hearing this, Fu Zhenhong turned her wrist slightly, and suddenly a gust of air flew out of his palm, instantly surrounding the little boy. The next second, when Fu Zhenhong lifted her palm, the little boy was driven by the airflow to hang his feet in the air , flew up.

"Wow! I'm coming up! I'm coming up!" The little boy sat beside Fu Zhenhong, waving his hands happily, and shouted at Qingji: "Brother Qingji, look, I'm up to the tree!"

Hearing the little boy's shout, Qingji stopped what he was doing and looked this way.

When Qingji saw Yang'er and Dongfang Bubai sitting side by side on the tree trunk, a strange emotion spread from his heart.There are two people on the tree, one big and one small, with smiles on their faces, one is bright and full of vigor, and the corner of the other's lips is slightly raised, with a peerless elegance.

The moment she met Dongfang Bubai's eyes, Qing Ji forgot Dongfang Bubai's identity for a moment, and only regarded Dongfang Bubai as an ordinary person.Even her heartbeat, which had always been steady, accelerated uncontrollably.

Qing Ji withdrew his gaze, and stopped looking at the eye-catching man on the tree. He lowered his eyes, looked at the wood, and couldn't help but tighten the handle of the tool in his hand.

"Beautiful brother, why does Qingji brother suddenly stop looking at us?" The little boy asked Fu Zhenhong.

Fu Zhenhong stared at Qingji for a few seconds, then laughed out of nowhere, "Well... probably because of shyness..."

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Here, Fu Zhenhong followed Qingji to spend a leisurely time in this small courtyard, while on the other side, Ren Woxing, who was rescued by Ren Yingying and Lan Fenghuang, had secretly joined Xiang Wentian.