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When Ye Zhanmei raised his head, Huo Qingyun's lowered hand just brushed the headband he used to tie his hair.

This kind of touch is very familiar. In the previous ten years of getting along with him, he used this kind of hair to tie his hair many times. At first, he would complain that the way he chose was too troublesome. Faster than tying your own hair.

Before going out with his master for the first time, he went to the villa to look for Ye Zhanmei. When he entered the door, he saw him combing his hair with a white brocade headband in his mouth, and greeted him vaguely.

The sky hadn't fully brightened yet, and with the thin light coming in from the window, one could see the knuckles on the young man's calloused hands slightly protruding, which looked a bit vicissitudes, but the movement of pulling his hair was wonderful So childish.

Huo Qingyun walked over to take the hair tie, and tied it on his high braid meticulously.

Ye Zhanmei sat upright, but his expression turned mischievous: "I plan to go to Sichuan for a visit in a few days, do you want to come together?"

Huo Qingyun tied her hair tie neatly, and said, "I'm going to war."

Ye Zhan's eyebrows froze when he heard the words.

"Go to Nanping Mountain." Huo Qingyun stretched out a finger, "This is a secret operation, don't tell others."

Ye Zhanmei hesitated: "...how long?"

Huo Qingyun thought for a while: "Two months? Maybe three months... It depends on the situation. By the way, it's been a bit uneasy recently, you know that? If you go out, be careful, the Spike Army is scary."

Ye Zhan raised his cheeks, his expression was tangled for a long time, and he stretched out a hand: "Give me the money."

"What money?" Huo Qingyun was taken aback.

Ye Zhan said displeasedly: "It's been a long time since I've been out, I won't see you, and I have to worry about it every day. It's really a disadvantage. Give me money!"

At the same time, in the Buddhist hall where the morning class had just ended, the sound of the chimes vibrating around seemed to have not completely dissipated, and the monks had already left one after another. Only a statue-like figure was sitting on the futon at the front.

There was a bit of chill hidden in the fan bone, and it poked its head out soundlessly, and pressed it against his back.

Wu Xin had already sensed the approach of the person behind him, but he seemed to be ignorant, still knelt on the spot with his hands folded, and he never even opened his eyes.

"Tsk." There was such a low voice from behind, and the person turned to Wuxin, but the half-opened fan in his hand did not move a little, and the sharp point protruding from the fan bone reflected the ever-burning lamp in front of the Buddha, flickering.

Only then did Wu Xin open his eyes like a gift, and cast his gaze on the person in front of him.

The visitor was a very good-looking man.

His eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, the corners of his lips, everything is just right and beautiful.Combined together, there is an almost mean temperament - which makes your first reaction not to feel beautiful, but to feel scared when he looks at you.

Especially in such dimly lit places.His eyes were unbelievably black in the dark, but they shone with a frightening light, as if wherever he stared, he would be sucked away alive.

By the way, it's like a... goblin.

Yu Qingcheng twirled the fan in his hand lightly, and the sharp point penetrated a little bit into Wuxin's thin monk's robe, barely piercing it. He looked at the monk with a calm face, and suddenly smiled.

He said with a smile like this: "Holy Monk, what an offence."

His smile was so sincere, he looked like a child who was innocent and innocent and was begging for forgiveness after making a mistake.

Huo Qingyun's hand that was placed on the young man's head felt it all over without sincerity, and then took it back.

"Hmm... Be good, listen to your mother." He thought for a long time, and finally said this without creativity.

Over the years, due to the intimacy of the two people, even the two families have become acquainted with each other. They have long regarded each other's mother as their own. Even Huo Qingyun's father, who has been wandering away all the year round, also knows that he has made a lot of money out of thin air. A little boy came out.

Ye Zhanmei's outstretched hand had no intention of withdrawing at all, and shook it vigorously again as if in a demonstration.

Huo Qingyun coughed twice: "Do you really want it?"

Ye Zhanmei stared at him with an "otherwise" expression.

"Why are you unreasonable..." Huo Qingyun complained.

"What makes no sense?" Ye Zhanmei asked back.

Huo Qingyun thought about it for a while, but she didn't say anything.

Huo Qingyun felt very depressed after being blackmailed before going out to fight: Where did you get the money for this young master?

"That's it." Huo Qingyun looked around, grabbed a handful of peanuts from the table, picked two and put them in his palm, "Use this to pay first, and we will pay you later, you use this to pay I'll change it, how many peanuts represent how many months, how about it?"

Ye Zhan rolled his eyebrows, retracted his hand, and his face softened: "Of course you can't pay with money, who is short of that money!"

Huo Qingyun said: "Then what?"

"I'll keep this first, and I'll use him to buy your time in the future. How many peanuts you have, you have to keep for how many months."

If an ordinary person is pushed from behind with a weapon, he should feel a little scared or anxious.

Worried that this person's hands would be unstable, he would stab himself right through, or think about how to escape the current predicament, or think about when he had provoked such an enemy.

But Wu Xin had practiced a long time ago to be pure, but at this moment, he didn't have the slightest bit of confusion.

From a few meters away, even with his eyes closed, he can tell whether there is killing intent on a person, and if so, how much.

It can also tell whether a person has martial arts, and if so, how high.

Because of this, Wu Xin no longer has panic or fear.Rather, he has long since lost anything that can be called "emotion". Even sadness and joy have been washed away by the daily scripture rotation, leaving only a naked soul.

He quietly looked at Yu Qingcheng's mischievous expression, and said, "What's your job as a benefactor?"

"Well, well——" Yu Qingcheng's eyes smiled even more, and the ending sound was elongated coquettishly, and she said slowly, "I heard that you, the holy monk, keep a very interesting book. I wonder if I can borrow it for reading next time. ah?"

Yu Qingcheng turned his head slightly, and the light just hit his eyes.These eyes are almost transparent where there is light—the pupil color is too shallow, and it can't block the light at all, making people feel distressed when they look at it.

So his extremely aggressive temperament was completely dissolved by this pitiful gaze.

But Wu Xin's face still didn't show the slightest fluctuation, he said in his usual tone: "I don't know which book the benefactor said?"

Yu Qingcheng had been staring at him all the time, and at this moment she couldn't help but feel puzzled.This person was different from everyone he had ever met.

He moved closer to Wu Xin in a fit of anger, and the other person's figure was as stable as Mount Tai, motionless.

So he became playful, and exhaled slowly into Wu Xin's ear even more viciously, and said in a low voice, "That's the book... The Wandering Maha, the Selfless Heart Sutra...Go and get it for me, the holy monk." good?"

At that time, neither Huo Qingyun nor Ye Zhanmei expected that their temporary agreement would last for six years.

They all performed it tacitly as if performing a ceremony. In fact, Huo Qingyun knew very well that this was just a deadline that Ye Zhanmei wanted to ask, and no one would really use it as a bargaining chip, an IOU, or something similar certificate.If the date of return arrives, even though thousands of miles away, I will return after cutting through the thorns.

Of course, no one can accurately predict the time it will take for an army to complete a mission.

However, Huo Qingyun miraculously mastered this skill... It is true that he guesses almost every time.

Six years later, when Ye Zhanmei really followed him to experience the lives of most people in the Tiance Mansion, he realized how miraculous his predictions that he had almost never missed in the past six years were so miraculous.

They need to sit and wait for a team of Spikes to pass by. No one knows when they will come, maybe tomorrow, maybe next month, maybe next year, maybe never.

They need to kill the rebels in a city in a short time, and no one taught them how to distinguish friend from foe. Their enemies may have a hundred, or a thousand, or even tens of thousands.

They need to rob and kill the opponent's military supply team and burn all the food and grass, but often their numbers are not enough to block all the roads the enemy may pass through, and they can only ambush the most likely points.If the bet fails, all deployments will be in vain.

More importantly, they don't know when they will encounter enemies stronger than their own team, and they don't know whether their lives will be ended by a sudden arrow at the next corner.

It took Ye Zhanmei a long time to realize that the peanuts that Huo Qingyun handed over lightly weighed a thousand ounces.

But in that early morning, his heart was only filled with pure reluctance and reluctance, and perhaps a little bit of sadness.

From the first time he met Huo Qingyun, he was strong and calm. He couldn't imagine that this person would have a moment of panic.

Yu Qingcheng thinks that Wu Xin is probably made of stone.

He suspected that even if he really stabbed the small knife in the fan bone, the blade would crack, and then he would find that the person in front of him was really just a thinking sculpture.But of course, he didn't do that.

Wu Xin just nodded calmly, then closed his eyes and continued to recite the scriptures silently.

Those who generate bodhicitta will walk in the world with a heart like a diamond, which can save all sentient beings. This is the supreme intention.

Swimming in immeasurable life and death, can be free from worries and fears.

Everything you love is important, there is no increase or decrease, it is the law accomplished by the Buddhas, it is what the Buddhas say, and you should not be confused by the appearance of demons.

For the first time in his life, Yu Qingcheng lost his mind. He stared at the monk's extremely calm face and studied for a long time. Finally, he gave up and took back the paper fan, stuffed it back into his waist, and sat cross-legged across from him sullenly.

After Wuxin recited the scripture that was interrupted just now, he opened his eyes, and met Yu Qingcheng's gloomy eyes.

"Please." Wu Xin stood up, stretching her hand slightly to her side, signaling Yu Qingcheng to go first.

"Where are you going?" Yu Qingcheng was stunned.

"Didn't the benefactor want the Heart Sutra?" Wu Xin asked.

Yu Qingcheng: "Are you really going to give it to me?"

Wu Xin turned sideways slightly, his hand still stretched out: "Please stop."

Seeing this, Yu Qingcheng had no choice but to get up and follow him out, feeling a little muttered in her heart, feeling that she had run into a master who couldn't figure out the routine.

He has always gone his own way, left his personal master and went out to explore, and only picked places that recorded strange martial arts routines.Some people met along the way were fascinated by his few words, and gave him cheat books with both hands; Books; there are also some people who are watertight, which made him covet for a long time but failed to get it; and many times, the horse stumbled and was beaten and thrown out, and after a few days it recovered and continued to make troubles in the ends of the world.

He is like a child who is new to the world and is extremely curious. When he sees something interesting, he will try his best to get it. Maybe he will get tired of playing and give it to someone he doesn't know the next day.

It's just that he has never seen such a stone-like person who completely ignores him and at the same time responds to his requests.

It seems that in his eyes, there is no difference between people, and there is no difference between martial arts secret books and small picture books on the street. Everything is empty and skinned. .

Yu Qingcheng took the book that Wu Xin handed over, flipped through it casually, it was genuine.

So he was like a child who got a toy, his eyes lit up with a little extra joy.

This is really interesting, he thought.

"Thank you very much." Yu Qingcheng still smiled and said, "Dare to ask the name of the holy monk?"

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