[Chu Liuxiang] Good girl, go back and find someone to marry

The name of Wuzheng Villa, it is impossible for a fledgling junior to have not heard of it.

And ever since Qin Shuyao came to Xiangshuai's Xiangxie, Chu Liuxiang thought about when he would meet the former young owner.But when it was time to meet, he couldn't help but sigh.

"I always thought I was a smart person..." Chu Liuxiang took out a jade ring from his bosom, and said with a wry smile, "Today I know what it means to 'pretend to be smart'."

Yuan Suiyun smiled politely: "Xiang Shuai is polite, if Xiang Shuai is not a smart person, who else in the world can catch my cousin's eyes?"

The expression on Chu Liuxiang's face became more and more distressed: "I thought it was not a big problem for men to be sentimental, and I never felt that I was too narcissistic, but..." He gave him the Qin Shuyao coin to make love Yupei pushed it in front of Yuan Suiyun, and said: "This time, I really feel better about myself. This is really a problem, and I really have to change it."

Yuan Suiyun's well-articulated fingers stroked the jade pendant that Chu Liuxiang pushed over, and took off another jade pendant from his waist. The two jade pendants merged into one in the palm of his hand. His face was startled, and then he sighed : "This time it was Shu Yao who was being naughty..."

Qin Shuyao gave that jade ring to Chu Liuxiang on purpose.

If he was good enough, after the three-day appointment, Qin Shuyao probably wouldn't leave anything behind, and would pass on in the future; but he wasn't good enough for Qin Shuyao to take it to heart, so she stayed. Thinking about the jade ring, when Yuan Suiyun came, he would use Chu Liuxiang's hand to return it to Yuan Suiyun, and use it to tell Yuan Suiyun that she didn't want to marry him.

At this moment, Yuan Suiyun, who was holding the jade ring, was thinking: besides him, who else would she want to marry?Who can marry again?She walked away, and she would return to him in the end.

But Qin Shuyao in Putian was looking at Wuhua, holding the bamboo flute involuntarily.

"What are you looking at?" Wuhua let the flute in her hand move away from her lips, and the posture of half-embracing Qin Shuyao also turned into a hug. His eyes, as bright as cold stars, seemed to be ignited by love. There were bits and pieces of tenderness in his eyes, he gently rubbed the delicate cheeks of the person in his arms, and said with a smile, "Isn't the song nice?"

"...It sounds good." Qin Shuyao closed her eyes slightly, relaxed and slowly leaned into the bosom with the fragrance of Buddha, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up, bit by bit in her mind. She sketched the face of the person behind her, and when she came to the eyes, she couldn't help laughing: "You are so beautiful, especially the eyes..." She opened her eyes and looked at each other, "Especially when you see It looks best when you look at me..."

The head of Putian Shaolin is Master Tianfeng, who is also Wuhua's master.

Qin Shuyao came to look for Wuhua every day, but she couldn't hide it from Master Tianfeng.Therefore, when the little novice came to invite Qin Shuyao, she only looked at the flowerless courtyard, straightened her clothes, and left with the little novice.

Master Tianfeng is approaching old age.

The monk with white beard and eyebrows is sitting in the small courtyard with rustling bamboo shadows, his thin figure is like the secluded vegetation in the small courtyard, but the calm eyes on his face seem to be able to see clearly, with the wisdom endowed by the years.When he looked at Qin Shuyao, his eyes seemed to have seen through her whole life, compassionate and compassionate, but also a little indescribably complicated.

This complexity comes from his single-handedly raised disciple - Wuhua.

Under that gaze, the girlish demeanor on Qin Shuyao's face faded away like a tide, and she even felt a little guilty.

In her eyes, Master Tianfeng in front of her is like a strong grass, a green bamboo, a rock, and a breeze.He has integrated with the landscape of Putian, nature is his way, and he himself has integrated into nature.

This is an admirable monk, but she deliberately provoked his most proud disciple.

Qin Shuyao lowered her head in a rare way, and said shamelessly: "Master, I am sorry, I have been in Shaolin for a long time, but I have never visited the master. The little girl is rude."

Master Tianfeng focused on her for a long time, then slowly said: "This old monk is a withered and rotten tree. Seeing or not seeing him is only a matter of giving to the benefactor. How can we talk about being rude?"

Qin Shuyao was silent for a moment, then Fang said: "...Buddhism is originally a person from outside the country, but I came to Shaolin to seek a life in the world, and I wanted the Buddha to forgive me."

Such a truth, Master Tianfeng was also startled, and after a long time, he sighed and said: "The benefactor has been in Shaolin for more than two months, what is she asking for before coming to the Buddha?"

"Love or life and death, who knows?" Qin Shuyao's half-drawn brows showed a little indifference, "You can only get out of the world of mortals if you enter the world of mortals. If you want to put it down, you must first pick it up..."

Master Tianfeng recited the Buddha's voice: "Wu Hua is the only disciple of the old monk, and the benefactor mainly drags him into the karmic barrier of the world, so forgive me for not being able to stand on the sidelines."

The courtyard is silent, and the wind blows the leaves.

The shadows of flowers flow on the bamboo curtain, and one can vaguely see two figures sitting cross-legged when looking through the bamboo curtain.

One of them is naturally without flowers.

But the one sitting opposite him was a strange female guest.She is like the hazy mountains and rivers in the fog in the south of the Yangtze River, with a graceful and moving tenderness and style.When she walked into the open room, it was as if a pear blossom had quietly fallen from the branch, except for Wuhua who was sitting in the room, she didn't disturb anyone else.

Wuhua raised her eyes to look at her, and glanced at the woman's face, comparing it with the face she remembered before she was five years old. After a while, she raised her hand to replace the tea cup originally prepared for Qin Shuyao, and respectfully poured tea for the visitor again.

Shi Guanyin's bright eyes brought a look of satisfaction, she raised her hand, covered her mouth and smiled, her expression was innocent and gentle, just like a young girl: "Hua'er recognized me as mother when I saw her, mother really Very happy."

Wuhua lowered her eyes halfway, stroked the rounded rim of the cup with her fingers, and said calmly: "My child has a good memory, and I can still say a few Fusang slang words, so I remember my mother."

"Oh? Then do you remember your father?" Shi Guanyin turned his face sideways, his bright face tinged with sadness, "Do you still remember how your father died?"

There was a bit of sarcasm in Wu Hua's eyes, and she said with a smile: "I certainly remember, the mother never came back, the father and the child waited really anxiously, and couldn't come back for a long time, so they had to come to find the mother."

Shi Guanyin was stunned, and then sighed: "I also know that you blame me in your heart, but because of the blood and deep enmity of your mother, she killed Huashan alone, and she really couldn't turn back..." Tears were already in her eyes, But Wuhua on the opposite side seemed to have a heart of stone, drinking tea with a half-smile, and the tenderness on Shi Guanyin's face faded little by little.

She originally wanted to impress this eldest son whom she hadn't seen in more than ten years with affection, but those words that could impress Nangong Ling were obviously useless to Wu Hua.

Some people can use emotion, but some people can only use profit.

Shi Guanyin's loving mother's attitude was completely put away, and she only said: "I know you have great ambitions, and people are so ignorant, Shaolin's next abbot, old man Tianhu, has chosen Wuxiang, my son is now like that rootless Duckweed, can you think about how to stand up in the future?"

The tea in Wu Hua's hand overflowed, he closed his eyes, and finally wiped the tea off his hand with a handkerchief with a wry smile, saying, "Mother is so well informed..."

Shi Guanyin laughed, and there was a kind of pity, a kind of disdain and a kind of pride in her smile: "I have found your brother, he is the young master of the beggar gang, once Ren Ci dies, he will be the number one in the world." The leader of a gang. If you have the heart, why don't you go to Jinan to visit him, and then the brothers will be of one mind, and you will live up to your father's wishes before he died!"

Wuhua put away her veil, and when she raised her eyes, the calmness in her eyes was tinged with a little unwillingness and struggle: "... what mother said is true."

Master Tianfeng's attitude was very firm, but Qin Shuyao didn't take his words to heart, she wrapped her plain fingers around a strand of hair beside her ear, and her voice was as light as a breeze blowing through the woods: "He He is a man in the world of mortals, without me, wouldn't he be able to enter the mundane world?"

Qin Shuyao looked at Master Tianfeng with a little bit of strange emotion in his eyes, like sympathy, pity, and even a little indescribable contempt, belittling this self-deceiving martial artist: "Some people are unwilling to give in to The disciple you raised, don't you know his arrogance? You must know that the decision you made with Master Tianhu is enough to humiliate him, but he... is absolutely unwilling to bear this humiliation ..."

The bamboo shadow rustled.

Master Tianfeng was the only one left in the small courtyard.

He was sitting upright with his eyes closed, like a clay sculpture of a Bodhisattva in a temple, but the rosary in his hand was moved quickly, showing the unrest in his heart.

Qin Shuyao is not a talkative person, and she is never willing to waste words with stupid people.

Master Tianfeng was not a stupid person, but Qin Shuyao was unwilling to bother to wake him up when a smart person became confused.

But this time it was a little different, Qin Shuyao who walked out of the small courtyard frowned rarely, because she had said so many biased words to Master Tianfeng just now.

Yes, what she said was unfair, and it sounded reasonable but it was really biased.

She blamed Master Tianfeng for all her faults, but she concealed Wuhua's ambition with arrogance.

Whether it is Master Tianfeng or Master Tianhu, they always have to consider various factors when deciding on the head of Shaolin. It is only natural that they would be concerned about Wuhua's background.And Wuhua, even if he behaves like a fairy, his ambition and unwillingness doom him to be a mortal, and he is also doomed to be unsuitable to be a monk, let alone the head of Shaolin. .

Qin Shuyao knew all this.

But she still couldn't help saying those words.

Thinking of this, Qin Shuyao had to let out a long sigh.

"What makes you stand at my door and sigh and not come in?"

Qin Shuyao looked over after hearing the reputation, and saw Wu Hua in a monk's robe standing inside the door, looking at her with concern with a pair of clear eyes.She couldn't help but sighed again, a faint sadness lingered on her brows, and she frowned after seeing Wu Hua.

He stretched out his hand to gently caress Qin Shuyao's frowning eyebrows, but he still stood on the threshold without stepping out: "But what did my master tell you?"

Qin Shuyao raised her hand to hold Wuhua's long and slender hand, rubbed her shiny fingers into his, intertwined with his ten fingers, and sighed softly: "Seeing that I am unhappy, why don't you come out and hug me?" hug me?"

Wuhua allowed her to pull her hand away, but her feet stood there as if half-rooted, and said helplessly, "Then why didn't Shu Yao come in?"

The author has something to say: This monk is too thoughtful