The spring breeze is proud to enter the treasure building

Ren Qing'er was quick to do things, so she took a horse from the stable, went out, and rushed all the way to the town, it was already dark.

The coffin shop has never been in business at night. They pay attention to the different ways of humans and ghosts, for fear of bumping into ghosts who buy coffins for themselves.

Ren Qing'er knocked on the door of the largest coffin shop in the town.

A sword was placed on the shopkeeper's neck, "The best golden nanmu coffin? There are, but...it's not easy to make a golden nanmu coffin. There are no three for felling trees, making boards, and drying boards." The moon cannot come down. There is only such a bite in the store, and it has already been sold, and it was ordered by the county magistrate, saying it is a longevity material."

A gold ingot was slapped on the table, and the shopkeeper immediately shut up. "If you want your lord to be in good health, it doesn't matter if you wait for three or two months."

When Ren Qing'er saw him on the road, she said, "Find me a carriage and send it to Hejian Mansion."

When the shopkeeper heard that the coffins were sent to Hejian Mansion, he narrowed his eyes and said, "Speaking of which, I have sent four coffins to your mansion this month, and this is the fifth one. According to legend, The feng shui in Hejian Mansion is too hard, the Lotus Ghost is looking for a substitute, I don't know..."

Ren Qing'er laughed, "A lotus ghost? Even if it's a ghost, there are some people you can't provoke."

In Hejian Mansion, the night moon shines on the tower.

"There is no need to light the lamp." The yellow bird was startled by the voice from the dark, and the torch in his hand was extinguished in a flash. "Why are you here, son?"

Ye Wenyan was sitting by the window, but the moonlight never fell on him, and the oriole followed the prestige to see the lonely man in white clothes.

"You're here, so come and sit with me. It's very lively tonight."

Huang Que walked to his side, and there was a game of broken chess on the table beside Ye Wenyan, and he still held a chess piece in his hand.

"Young master, why don't you light up the lamp when you play chess? How can you see clearly?"

"The person who taught me how to play chess once taught me that a person who holds a chess piece does not need to see clearly black and white, but only needs to see the outcome."

"Hearing this, this man is a chess idiot."

"He's my father."

"Then him?"

"He's been dead for years. What's that place?"

Follow Ye Wenyan's gaze.In a courtyard not far away, red lanterns were lit. In the plain white of Hejian Mansion, it looked like a fire burning in the snow.The oriole hesitated to speak, "Yes..."

Ye Wenyan smiled and said, "Now, even you don't want to tell me the truth?"

"My lord, I...was afraid that you would be sad after hearing this." Huang Que stammered. "It's where Mr. Su lives. Ren Qing'er went down the mountain to buy red lanterns and red dresses, and there is also a coffin... Mr. Su is going to marry Mr. Lu tonight, and they said Mr. Su would not survive."

Ye Wenyan had a cold smile in his eyes, "Why do you think I will be sad for Su Muhua?"

Huang Que was taken aback by the look in his eyes, but felt sad in her heart, "I..."

Ye Wenyan dropped the chess piece in his hand on the chessboard, "It doesn't matter if he dies or wants to marry someone else, what does it matter to me? Su Muhua has always been a chess piece in my hand, and I have never moved against him Heart. When I met him back then, he was younger than you now. He thought it was his car that hit me. Seeing that I didn’t blame him, he was as happy as something. Qiu gave it to me. He is a fool, how could he know that what I want to plot is not just a fox fur? I will feel sad because of him? I just don’t want to be reconciled, so why should Lu Jiuhan be.”

Huang Que pushed away the chessboard in front of him with a palm, and the black and white pieces fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Ye Wenyan looked at the angry boy and asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

Huang Que held back tears, her eyes were reddish and said loudly, "Master, you are not this kind of person, why do you say that about yourself?"

Ye Wen said, "Stupid little Su, why am I not this kind of person. I tell you this just to plot against you, and if you die for me, you still like me."

Huang Que wiped the tears from her face and said, "Young master wants me to do something, but please tell me, why bother to block me. I swore to follow you back then, and I will never regret it."

Ye Wen said, "Master Yiye is your father's friend, if this matter is over, you can follow him back to Shaolin."

Huang Que said, "I will not leave the young master."

"Now Xuanyuan Mountain is hiding from the world, Yan Linsu is dead, Qin is determined to enter the court as an official, and he is rarely in the Jianghu. Although Chunfeng is proud of entering the Baolou, he is the leader of the Northern Wulin, but Su Muhua has faded out of the Jianghu, and many of his disciples have turned into businessmen. As for Lu Jiuleng in the south, although his martial arts are high, Xunhuan Villa's actions are both good and evil. The foundation of martial arts is shallow. If Lu Jiuleng is willing to work hard, there may be a difference in a few years. But now, he has no such intentions. There is only one Shaolin and one Wudang. Wudang Songqiao is under suspicion because of the Hejian Mansion incident. Although this Song Qiao is not the real culprit of the Hejian Mansion murder case, it is a pity that he has no firm will and is greedy for beauty. He once bullied a poor man The girl, who couldn't be humiliated, committed suicide. The case fell into Pei Shifei's hands. That night, Pei Shifei lashed out, and Song Qiao couldn't help but kill him. Now that Su Muhua has the trust of Master Yiye, we Pushing it further, the bloody case in the Hejian Mansion, or even the death of Shuiliuyue, who worshiped the moon, can be counted at the head of Song Qiao. People in the martial arts are even more suspicious of Wudang's ambitions. As a result, Shaolin has no prestige It is possible. Xiao Su, I want you to enter Shaolin, gain the trust of Master Yiye, and hold Shaolin in your palm. Several generations ago, Shaolin monks helped people rule the world. "

Huang Que looked at Ye Wenyan and was stunned for a while, then Fang lowered his head and said, "My lord has a life, I... will do anything."

Ye Wenyan said with a smile, "Wrong, Xiao Su and I are sworn brothers. Now you are Xiao Su. You should call me Brother Ye."

Seeing the boy bowed his head in grievance, Ye Wenyan laughed, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry too much, brother Ye will help you, and I will visit you if I have the chance."

After speaking, he stood up, and the oriole followed.

Ye Wen said, "You don't have to follow me, just clean up here and go find Master Yiye for tea."

The oriole stopped and asked, "Where are you going?"

Ye Wen said, "Today in the Gu King's tomb, I will not fight with Master Yiye face to face, and I will not attack Lu Jiuhan at that time and let him take away the Demon Subduing Pestle. This Demon Subduing Pestle has absorbed the blood essence of the Gu King. Being manipulative, it has infinite power. I'm going to get it back."

The oriole said, "Ye..."

Ye Wenyan said with a smile, "Brother."

The oriole called out, "Brother Ye, don't deal with them..."

"Don't worry, the white jade flower together with Lu Jiuleng's Shurangama Sutra skill can straighten out the meridians, and it can cure Su Muhua's poison."

Huang Que said happily, "Can Mr. Su be saved?"

"At this moment, his heart veins are controlled by poison, and he has no breath, but the vitality in the Buddhist gate protects his body from death. The cemetery of the Gu king is on the side of the volcano, and the mechanism coincides with the principle of reincarnation in the Buddhist school. Accumulate energy, but the water flow cuts off the energy and leaks out. At this time, Su Muhua can still perceive everything in the outside world. Although he can't open his eyes, he can still hear what someone says to him. King Gu built this tomb back then, begging It is longevity."

"Longevity?"

"Xiao Su thinks it's absurd? Asking where there are immortals in the world, there are not a few people who seek immortals since ancient times. King Wen played gossip, Emperor Shi Huang built a nine-story demon pagoda, Xu Fu brought eight hundred boys to visit immortals... But even so, leaving In the tomb of King Gu, the vitality cannot last long. If we don’t save it, when the sun rises tomorrow, the yang will grow and the yin will disappear, and Su Muhua will never be able to wake up, just like a bodhisattva in the temple.”

"Then, Brother Ye, go and save him quickly."

Ye Wenyan said with a sneer, "Xiao Su, you are wrong again. I am not here to save him, but to subdue the magic pestle."

The red candles were burning high, and red happy characters were pasted on the windows.

The leftover ends of the firecrackers that had been set off were hung outside the Linghua window, and the red confetti was scattered all over the floor.

Lu Jiuhan closed the door and walked to the bed.

The cyan curtain had been replaced with red, and Su Muhua had also changed into a bright red wedding dress. Her jet-black hair was tied up with a headband of the same color, and the ends of her hair fell on the pillow.

The festive red reflected his pale face, as if it was rouge-like.

Lu Jiuleng sat on the edge of the bed, almost bewildered, lowered his head and kissed that cold lips.

"Xiao Su, we are already married. From tonight, I will be your husband. Do you like it or not? I will tell you about the way of being a husband first as a husband in your wedding night... A wife should have three obediences to her husband. If your husband speaks wrong, you should not speak harshly to each other. When you meet friends outside, you must not be jealous. If your husband wants to be happy with you, you must not refuse..."

Su Muhua closed his eyes, and let him recount one after another.

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