After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

The situation was urgent and the second and fifth brothers left without delay.

Pu Ran didn't know yet that she was pushing the door and walking into Bodhi's room.

The little tree knows how to recite scriptures and worship Buddha in the house when he has nothing to do, but look at you, Pu Ran!

Having fun all day, what do you remember?

She seemed to repent for three seconds, and stood at the door without moving. The sunlight was caressing her back like a layer of thin and holy golden gauze.

When Bodhi saw her stern face, he knew that she was engaged in another fierce ideological struggle.

There was a hint of stubbornness, a hint of guilt, a hint of self-adjustment, and then a sense of relief that he was fine. Finally, his brows relaxed, like rolling clouds unrolling, and he returned to his usual leisure, taking a step forward and arriving in front of the Bodhi tree.

Bodhi could not help laughing, he closed the Buddhist scripture, fiddled with the white beads with a smooth texture in his hand, with a smile on his face, it looked like flying flowers and broken jade, better than a pool of spring water, very beautiful.

"Why did you come to my place?"

Are those butterflies outside not so cute anymore?

Why did you think of me, the little tree with the green lamp accompanying the Buddha?

"I have something to tell you."

Pu Ran is a very frank person. She will only come to you when she thinks of you. Bodhi knows this very well.

No one comes to the temple for no reason.

But he just fell for her trick.

Even if he came for something, he would still be happy about it.

In essence, I am happy just because you come.

There is a stick of incense burning in the house, wafting past your nose, making you feel clear-headed and at peace both physically and mentally, with the effect of refreshing the mind and calming the heart.

The sunlight shines through the half-open windows and casts scattered spots of light on the floor. The spots jump and change with the early spring magnolias swaying in the wind outside the house.

The branches and leaves sway, and the light and shadows change.

The people in the room knelt on cushions, two by two facing each other.

Pu Ran suddenly asked, "Do you have a chessboard here?"

Bodhi stood up and quickly brought a nanmu chessboard and chess pot, and asked, "Senior, do you want to play chess?"

"Well, play with me next time."

His words sounded more pleasant than the crisp sound of the chess pieces falling: "Okay."

Pu Ran held the black, Bodhi held the white, and the more he went on, the more he felt something was wrong.

They grew up in the temple, where the monks not only chanted scriptures and worshipped Buddha, but also practiced martial arts and the others played chess and discussed philosophy, and their chess skills were amazing.

Time flies, thousands of chess games, countless confrontations, all of which are clear in Pu Ran's mind.

Her chess skills must be good, at least Bodhi doesn't think he can beat her.

But the current situation is that Heizi is like a trapped beast getting deeper and deeper into trouble, like the silk threads that were originally carefully laid out and clearly defined, now suddenly become a mess.

He held the white piece in his hand, paused for a moment, and fell into deep thought.

"Look, now that I'm in the game, how do you think I should solve it?"

Pu Ran put his hands in his sleeves, and his slender back was as straight as a green bamboo.

The color of her eyes was very deep, so deep that they merged into this desperate black spot.

A trace of sadness shrouded the man's brow. He brushed up his sleeves and tapped the black pieces on the chessboard with his white fingertips.

"Here, here... and here. There are seven places in total where you are in danger, and now you only have one piece to place. Black pieces are thin and weak as a whole. Attacking and defending are meaningless. One piece cannot change the entire situation at all."

"good."

Puran nodded in agreement and continued to ask: "Then how can I break the impasse?"

Bodhi gradually understood what she meant and couldn't help laughing: "I'll help you."

He replaced several crucial white pieces with black pieces, and the situation turned around instantly.

How to win? Borrow external forces.

"This is just a game between you and me."

You and I are the only ones who are different in this world.

We should never be on both sides of the game.

"Chess pieces are black and white, but you and I are not. If we work together, what difficulties can be solved in this world?"

Puran: “…”

She blinked blankly.

Is there another meaning?

I set up this chess game just to say that I am too busy to do two things at the moment and I want to ask you for help.

How come your heart and my heart are strung together to form a concentric circle?

She said "Oh" and said dryly: "Well, it seems that you have deeply understood my intention."

Bodhi put away the chess piece slowly and calmly: "You and I are inseparable. If you are trapped, I will be the chess piece you can place to find a way out."

He smiled: "Senior, my heart is not false."

If you want to use me, feel free to use me.

If I have anything of value, take it.

We are one.

In Bodhi's heart, this was a test from Puran to see if he could give up everything to become Puran's helper.

Just as he replaced his white pieces with the opponent's black pieces, he was willing to become a part of the opponent at any time.

This game of chess suddenly became Xiaoshu's deeper silent confession.

Pu Ran silently gave a thumbs up.

I like this kind of juniors, they give me a sense of reliability like a die-hard fan.

After chatting for a while, she pushed the door open without any reluctance and ran towards Mr. Li.

The old man is really old and frail. He has been resting in bed recently.

"Master, do you know a man wearing a Nuo opera mask and bone Buddhist beads around his neck? He is very strong, I think he is from Shattered Sky."

Unexpectedly, the old man just shook his head.

"The waters of Shattered Sky are very deep. I am also an experienced old man, but I have not come into contact with many forces because I am not qualified."

Puran moved a chair over and sat down, listening quietly.

"I'm afraid only the royal family knows who you are talking about."

He was old, with thick white hair and deep wrinkles.

"Hey, according to Suikong's style of doing things, they are too quiet. I'm afraid that after lying dormant for so long, they will suddenly jump out and bite you hard. Disciple, you must be extremely careful on this trip."

The storm was about to come, and this old man with a keen sense of smell had already vaguely smelled the scent of blood and rain.

Pu Ran returned to his room and sat quietly for a long time, and finally picked up the pen to write two letters.

She found Chu Jie and Song Zhao who were deliberately transferred away by Arrogance, and handed the letter to them in the dumbfounded looks of the two.

"Chu Jie, find a way to deliver this letter to Xie Jinyan in seven days."

"Song Zhao, give this letter to the immortal after he returns from Chi Zhao."

After saying this, she was about to climb onto the horse, but the young man hurriedly grabbed her back.

"you……"

As if he had fallen into a dream, he even bit the tip of his tongue clumsily to determine whether what he was seeing was real or not.

Pu Ran tilted her head to look at him: "Anything else?"

If nothing else, I'll ride home and go to bed.

Song Zhao held it in for a long time but couldn't utter a word.

Since the day she returned to the Marquis' Mansion, the narrow-minded Arrogant immediately threw Song Zhao and Chu Jie into the military camp for training.

Since my junior sister hasn't come back, please help me maintain law and order in the mansion.

As soon as my junior sister comes back, get out of here as far away as possible.

This also led to Pu Ran galloping on horseback whenever he asked these two dear friends for help.

A simple command could separate them countless times, proving the huge unbridgeable gap between them.

We are from two different worlds, so what is there to talk about?

"I will do my best to complete what you ask me to do."

It seemed like that was all he could say.

Pu Ran glanced at him, laughed suddenly, took out two bags from his waist, and handed them to the two men respectively.

"gone."

His clothes fluttered, he rode his horse at a gallop, and raised a cloud of dust.

After a long time, Song Zhao opened the bag in his palm.

It's candied fruit.

He pinched one and put it in his mouth. It was so sweet.

It is bitter and sweet.