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"...Quiet silence, it suits my wish..."

After coming out of the cave, the words Dongfang Bubai said still echoed in Qing Ji's mind.

The poisonous snakes and spiders raised by the Cave Master of Yu Cave had been gathered together and burned to ashes in the fire.The fire in the cave was huge, and the fire burned everything that could be burned, including the traces left by the two of them when they were warm there.

Qingji looked back at the cave, then looked at the man in red walking in front, he lightly pursed his lips, and raised his hand to caress his chest.The heart beat here is still very fast, obviously because he has not completely recovered from the confession-like words of Dongfang Bubai just now.

The heartbeat at that moment permeated his whole body.Every corner of Qingji's body is filled with a warm current, so much so that even now, he still has no way to keep calm and return to his previous state.

Hearing the footsteps of the two, Qingji put down her hand and stroked the jade pendant Dongfang Bubai had given him.The Qing characters engraved on the jade pendant are clearly printed, and each stroke reveals a sharp, free-spirited and unruly style.

Qingji knew that those words were carved by Dongfang Bubai himself.

It should be when she was at Yang'er's house.

That night, he noticed Dongfang Bubai's movements, but at that time he was more focused on reciting Buddhist scriptures, and didn't pay much attention to it.

Thinking of this, Qing Ji's lips moved slightly, he looked at the back of Dongfang Bubai who was walking in front, and wanted to say something, but when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back suddenly.

"Monk, are you so coy?" At this moment, Fu Zhenhong said such a sentence as if she saw Qingji's slightly tangled expression behind her.He didn't look back, but he seemed to know Qingji's heart.

Qing Ji was silent for a moment, and finally stopped moving forward.He lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

Fu Zhenhong also stopped, turned around, and looked at Qingji.

"What's wrong?" Fu Zhenhong asked.

Looking into Fu Zhenhong's eyes, Qing Ji finally said what was entangled in her heart: "What are we doing like this?"

But after asking this sentence, Qingji regretted it a little. He stared at the pupils of the man in front of him. The dark and deep pupils in the man's eyes were like the sky at night, and also like a cold and mysterious pool. Ripples that are full of temptation are enough to make those who are intoxicated in it irreversible.

It was impossible for Dongfang Bubai to give the answer he wanted.As for Qing Ji herself, she couldn't tell what kind of answer she wanted to hear in her heart.

Perhaps the answer he wanted was too unrealistic, so that he himself began to hesitate at this moment, and even felt a little annoyed at himself for asking such a sentence.

Qingji's hands hanging by his side tightened tightly, the wind in the woods blew the leaves, and also blew onto Qingji's cheeks, these cool winds made Qingji wake up a lot, he sighed softly in his heart, and raised his eyes again By then, the complex emotions in his eyes had dissipated a lot.

Seeing this, Fu Zhenhong knew that Qingji had adjusted. He stretched out his hand, and stroked Qingji's straight nose lightly with his fingertips very naturally, "I said it before, Qingji, wish."

His tone is obviously casual, but it can make the listener taste a kind of intimacy and tenderness in this sentence.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this illusion that so many people, regardless of gender, want to get close to Dongfang Bubai one after another. Even if they know what kind of ruthless and unrestrained person Dongfang Bubai is, they are still crazy and want to Take a place at the Invincible side of the East.

"Don't think too much, let's go back first." After Fu Zhenhong said this, she turned around and continued walking.

Qing Ji was silent for a moment, then took steps and continued to move forward.

The speed of the two people was neither fast nor slow, and they always maintained a distance of half a meter.It's just that this tandem position seems to have undergone some obvious changes from the initial one.

These days, the person who was always walking in front was Qing Ji, and Fu Zhenhong was the one who was half a step behind, but now, the person walking in front has become Fu Zhenhong, Shaolin who has never been influenced by anyone or anything Qingji became the person who chased other people's footsteps, and became the person who looked at the back of others.

Such a picture seems to vaguely foretell something.

It seems to show the relationship between the two in the future and the mode of getting along.

After Fu Zhenhong and Qing Ji returned to the old boatman's house, the sky had already darkened, and the last smear of sunset in the sky was covered by night, but the old boatman's house was unusually bright and lively.

Maybe it was the home of the old boatman, but the homes of the rescued brides were all crying with joy. The reunion of a family is worthy of joy and celebration.

In the yard of the old boatman, a large round table that can seat ten people is filled with all kinds of delicacies.Yan Miao asked Chen Zhou to prepare these. Considering that Qingji is a monk, these delicacies are both meat and vegetarian. Even the wine is specially prepared with two kinds of vegetarian wine and regular wine.

After seeing Fu Zhenhong and Qingji come back, the old boatman warmly greeted him. He took Qingji's hand, his old face was full of gratitude, and tears welled up in his sunken eye sockets. Patting the back of Qingji's hand, he kept saying words of thanks, his hoarse voice was choked and intermittent, but it didn't affect him from expressing his sincere feelings.

Yan Miao laughed, "Old man, sit down first." She teased her grandfather, then looked at Fu Zhenhong, stood up, and said with a slightly red face, "Master Dongfang, sit here." She He held the two empty seats beside him with his hands.

Fu Zhenhong nodded, walked over and sat down.

Qing Ji sat on Fu Zhenhong's left.

After a meal, although Qing Ji said that he didn't drink alcohol, he was still poured a few glasses of vegetarian wine by the enthusiastic Chen Zhou.

And Qingji's alcohol capacity is really not good, but after only drinking a few cups of low-alcohol vegetarian wine, a thin layer of blush spread on her cheeks, and her eyes were a little lax.

Because it was getting late, Fu Zhenhong and Qing Ji stayed behind, and they lived in the same room.Qingji's state after being drunk was very quiet, and she didn't stagger like some people in a drunken madness.His whole personality is very peaceful, except for some red cheeks and misty eyes, it is almost impossible to feel that he is in a state of drunkenness.

He obediently followed Fu Zhenhong into the room, and closed the door politely.After entering, he went straight to the bed and sat down.

Fu Zhenhong looked at Qingji.Qingji also looked at Fu Zhenhong, and he didn't intend to lie down, just sat there upright, with his back straight as always, and then quietly stared at Fu Zhenhong with those dark eyes face look.

Two seconds later, Qing Ji's mouth suddenly curled up, and he smiled at Fu Zhenhong.

This smile is a bit different from the occasional breezy and elegant smile in Qing Ji's daily life. There is a bit of sillyness in this smile, and it has a naive feeling.

Fu Zhenhong raised his eyebrows. He stood in front of Qingji, folded his arms and looked at the monk who was on the verge of drunken interest with interest.

Facing Fu Zhenhong's gaze, Qing Ji blinked her eyelashes lightly, and then stretched out her hand towards Fu Zhenhong. From this posture, it was obvious that she wanted to hug her.

Fu Zhenhong leaned down, her gaze was at the same level as Qingji's. Looking at the monk's confused eyes with a little mist, Fu Zhenhong asked unhurriedly: "Monk, do you like me?"

It is said that when a person is drunk, most of the words he speaks come from the true thoughts in his heart, and he will not make any noise or lies, and he will not have many worries because of the complicated emotions when he is sober.

Although she had already guessed most of it, Fu Zhenhong still wanted to hear how Qingji would answer.

Hearing the words, Qing Ji tilted her head, as if she was thinking.

Fu Zhenhong couldn't wait, so she just waited for Qing Ji's answer.

After a while, Qing Ji said slowly: "I like it." After he finished speaking, he seemed to feel that it was not enough, and added: "I like it very much."

The last three words were said firmly, without any hesitation.

Such frankness is never expressed by the silence of waking life.As an eminent monk trained by Shaolin, Qingji must bear a heavy responsibility. He is rational, calm, and will not be easily shaken in his heart, but no matter how indifferent a person is, when faced with Fu Zhenhong's offensive, he will eventually let go of his guard , the difference is just a matter of time.

"...I like you very much, I like you very much..." Qingji murmured again in a low voice, and then she suddenly thought of something, and a look of disappointment appeared on Qingji's face, and he said: "But you don't like me. "

His tone was low, with a bit of grievance, he pinched the hem of Fu Zhenhong's clothes, and said in a low voice: "You don't like me... I can't keep you, and we can't be like those loving and sweet people." together as a partner..."

After saying these words, Qingji let go of Fu Zhen's red shirt, took off her shoes obediently, and lay flat on the mattress.

He didn't sleep either, just staring at the beam, not knowing what to think.

Fu Zhenhong took a few glances at Qingji, and then lay down beside Qingji.

Qingji said: "I know you approached me with a purpose..."

When he said this, his tone was very light, with a slight exclamation that was not obvious: "If you don't ask for anything from me, I'm afraid it's impossible for a person like me to leave even the slightest trace in your eyes." .”

Fu Zhenhong didn't reply. Listening to the voice, Fu Zhenhong felt that Qingji was actually awake at this moment, but in fact, she was not.

Fu Zhenhong turned sideways and said slowly, "Let's rest."

Qing Ji also turned sideways, facing Fu Zhenhong face to face, and he obediently responded, "Okay." After saying that, he closed his eyes.

The tranquility of closing the eyes, the sense of tranquility between the brows that has been cultivated in the Buddha's house since childhood is stronger than when he is awake, and he feels like his name, a kind of clear and cold emptiness.This unique temperament makes him clearly in the Jianghu, but seems to be detached from the world.

Fu Zhenhong looked at it for a moment, then closed her eyes.

And a few seconds after Fu Zhenhong closed his eyes, Qingji, who was supposed to be in a deep sleep, slowly opened his eyes, and Fu Zhenhong's sleeping face was reflected in his eyes.

He just stared at Fu Zhenhong quietly.

[Xiao Hong, this monk is not asleep. ]

[Ok, I know. ]

Fu Zhenhong knew that Qingji was looking at him, and Qingji also knew that the man she was staring at was not asleep.