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Song Yuan's tone was weak, and although there were people sitting next to him, they were all clear-eyed monks. Naturally, even Du Yi, who had just been seated next to him, could hear clearly, and the gaze he cast was full of condemnation.

Where does this mean?Xu Guangyi couldn't argue with his mouth.

Song Yuan used to be a bodhisattva with a temperament, not to mention being gentle and tolerant, and he also liked to make amends for others. Xu Guangyi had long been used to being outspoken in front of him, and only now did he realize that his tone was like adding insult to injury and showing off complacency.

It was clear that he should apologize immediately and ask for forgiveness, but Xu Guangyi stared blankly at his downcast face, unconsciously his ears turned red.

The gate of the past cannot be opened easily, otherwise it will be difficult to close.

Song Yuan was never like this seven years ago. He accidentally heard a common saying from ordinary people, knocking out teeth and swallowing blood. In fact, Song Yuan is the most suitable for talking about Song Yuan. You can smile and urge people to run away, as if you never expect anyone to rescue you.

It was more than ten years ago that they disliked each other but had to stay together.In fact, thinking about it now, it was an insignificant experience. At that time, the cultivation base was not high, but it was a disaster. The evil monk who looked like a madman exploded, and the huge mountain collapsed like a natural disaster. At that moment, everyone was on the run. Check out his life over and over again.

He really thought Song Yuan would die.

Song Yuan leaned on his shoulder at that time, and said weakly and softly: "Take my body protection spirit ring...it's better than...die here..."

What a noble family background and good bloodlines are all the souls of death at this moment. Xu Guangyi clearly sneered at this person all the way, from birth to cultivation, but how old he is, he is lucky to beat him once in the big competition, sooner or later To be trampled under his feet.But at that time, the evil cultivator's plot was revealed and the evil thing had to be destroyed. His fans were shy and afraid to stay, and they all fled as birds and beasts. Instead, Song Yuan, who had been insulted by him, stood where he was, drew his sword out of its sheath, and the cloud was pale. Feng smiled lightly and said, "I'll protect Master Xu Shao."

It was also he who resisted the evil cultivator and blew himself up in a muffled voice, and told Xu Guangyi to leave quickly when he was dying.

While running away, Xu Guangyi gritted his teeth and scolded him. His spiritual power was exhausted, and he was at a loss for what to do with the falling boulders and sundries. Don't call you a young hero, don't you want to be the best swordsman? You are worthless, Song Yuan, you are not allowed to die, do you hear me? You are not allowed, I will level this mountain after you die, you come from such a humble background, How can you be willing to climb here? How dare you die? Don't let me look down on you again!"

Song Yuan's head was bumped by his movements, and his lips leaned against his ear, and he seemed to sigh weakly, and then he said intermittently: "I don't care...you who are worthless...Sect Master Xu...fate Expensive...as long as it doesn't hurt you..."

Looking back, I always forget how much I have forgotten. Master Xu Shao suddenly realized that he had shed half his life's tears for others.

Because even before he died, Song Yuan was so gentle and without complaint, he recognized and forgave all his unwarranted and self-righteous words.

Xu Shaozong's master Jin Zunyugui was born to be sought after by others, and he never looked at people's faces when he laughed and scolded. In the past, there were many times like this. He deliberately ridiculed Song Yuan as if he had never heard of it, and he said unintentionally. Song Yuan was silent.

It has never been like this before, showing such a crying look, with wet and soft eyelashes, blushing as if drunk, saying "Don't laugh at me" in a weak voice.

If a kitten scratches his heart, if it is more serious, it can be called "crushing his heart indiscriminately".

For a moment, Xu Guangyi's heart fluttered, it was clear that he had never drank, he was already dizzy, he was ashamed and fascinated, and he was really anxious for a few short breaths, so he finally yelled roughly: "It's not ...not to laugh at you, but just to ask, would you...would you like to change your sect and come to Tianxinzong?"

This was the most straightforward courtship language that Xu Guangyi could utter. From the first word, he felt hot-headed, worried and looking forward to it.

Since Song Yuan has already asked Zongmen to look for relatives for him, he probably understands his intentions.

Since we meet again, don't miss it.

Song Yuan was stunned, the unhappiness just now disappeared, and only questions remained in his mind.

What is this buddy doing?Before Song Yuan asked in a daze, Du Yi, an old friend on the left, also said, "Actually, Fanjing Mountain also has empty seats..."

"What?" Song Yuan was taken aback, why did he suddenly want to talk about changing schools.

He has become a monk, so why do he want to get mixed up? Xu Guangyi stared at Du Yi with deep eyes, his eyes were raised, and he was born with a handsome and sharp face. At this time, he showed his sharpness: "Buddhism and Taoism are not one. People crossing away, could it be that the disciples of Fanjing Mountain really withered like this?"

"Hey, Guangyi..." Why was he so angry all of a sudden, Song Yuan was about to stop the conversation, but Du said with a smile.

"Amitabha, in fact, Brother Song Dao had a predestined relationship with me, Fanjing Mountain, but the fate between Brother Song Dao and Ning Qing had not yet ended, and Brother Xie Dao stopped him..."

Xu Guangyi was so angry that he wanted to throw the thunderstorm talisman in his face. He became a monk himself, and he also wanted to deceive other people's future Taoist monks to become monks. What kind of wicked pope was passed on in Fanjing Mountain, "What is fate? Who doesn't know, but whoever is in the temple Those of you who lost two coins here are all destined?!"

Du held his cup and smiled, and said compassionately: "Good, brother Song Dao has indeed prayed for blessings in our sect a few times." It is true that he lost some money, so it is indeed destined.

"you you you..."

"Ami..."

Song Yuan was suffering from a headache. He spent many years in the Qing Dynasty, and his temper should be very gentle and prudent, so he quarreled with Xu Guangyi no matter what.

The weirdest thing was that he had no idea what the two men were arguing about.

I really can't get in the conversation, Song Yuan is waiting to get out without anyone noticing, who knows that he leans back, a pair of frosty and snowy arms suddenly come out from behind him, folded under his neck, green sleeves Falling down, there was a dark fragrance, accompanied by a soft voice, the two people who had been fighting fiercely before fell silent, and looked behind Song Yuan together.

"Oh, I'm late, the two elder brothers fought so hard."

At the same time, Song Yuan turned around and suddenly saw the face of the visitor.

Xianjun has a good color, and the spring moon willows are shining.

The eyes contain peach blossoms, the lips are like vermilion, the skin is like powder He Lang, and the movement stops with the charm of the rosy clouds and the moon.The long-sleeved green shirt, youthful appearance, and the face of a pretty girl, are the Piao Miao Xiangxiu of He Huan Sect, Qiao Miao, the first disciple of the sect master.

"Brother Yuan, long time no see." Qiao Miao tilted her head, the corners of her rosy lips were raised, and a pair of soft and joyful smiling eyes were curved, with sparkling eyes and a charming expression, "Why don't you speak, complain Is Miao Miao late, or has Miao Miao been left behind?"

His cry was clear and lingering, and Song Yuan's expression changed from tense to gentle, which made Xu Guangyi's face darken with displeasure.

All the stumbling blocks that Xu Guangyi has fallen on Song Yuan in his life must have been half of his handwriting by Qiao Miao.

Seeing Xu Guangyi's face from the corner of the eye, Qiao Miao's unhappiness of being trapped was swept away immediately. The idiot surnamed Xu, who was fighting openly but still stumbled secretly, his brain has only grown so much in seven years, and he can't find it if he falls on the ground .

Song Yuan was startled by his face for a moment, but after all, Qiao Miao was no different from seven years ago, she still looked like a young man, and the way she called her brother was even more natural, which immediately made Song Yuan's heart soften like water, and said softly: "Where, Miao Miao Just like the first time we met..."

To him, Qiao Miao was like a little sister... or a little brother, the least oppressive old friend.

But before he finished speaking, Qiao Miao supported the back of his head, lowered his face and gently pressed his forehead against Song Yuan's forehead, his expression changed very quickly, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he asked worriedly: "Brother, do you have a fever?" ?”

Sweeping down the wind, I have my own calculations in my heart.

He backed away a little in a measured manner, and said in a low voice: "Miaomiao was late when she was unwell just now, and now she feels a little unwell again, why don't Brother Ruoyuan come with me..."

Song Yuan was so grateful that he immediately bid farewell to the two people beside him.

Well, he is the most considerate, blame himself for being stupid, Xu Guangyi took a deep breath, and just about to stand up to follow, Du Yi gently raised his hand and said: "Brother Xu Dao, don't be reckless."

Xu Guangyi's eyes were like knives, and his tongue was like a sword: "It's time for me to advise Buddhists, monks, since they have ring scars, they shouldn't be like the world of mortals."

"It's not the time seven years ago when the Buddha took his hair to practice."

The Buddha lowered his eyes, and the past romance could be vaguely seen on his benevolent and handsome face: "Yes, but the poor monk can't forget how sad it was when I mourned seven years ago. Looking around, Brother Xu Dao's broken appearance, now It’s still vivid.”

The lingering aftermath of Xu Guangyi's quarrel was not over, he thought he was joking with himself, took a deep breath and said: "I also remember, at that time, the Buddha still had black hair, but it is a pity to describe it as haggard."

A few lonely shadows came with the sect, but never left with the sect.

Du was silent for a few breaths, his eyes flickering under his close eyelashes: "Yes, I am so heartbroken, I can't have it anymore, because of jealousy and disease, you and I, let's encourage each other."

Xu Guangyi was looking at his face with displeasure, and was about to come up with a few cruel words to stab the stinky monk who had disturbed his good affairs several times, suddenly, the aura was caught by him, and it was like being poured by a bucket of spiritual spring. It took a long time for him to be enlightened, before he stuttered in disbelief, "You... After you went back, you shaved your degree..."

Du Yi looked at the dark lines on his purple clothes, his compassionate eyes seemed to look far away, looking at a frustrated person in the past, like thousands of frustrated people who have been enlightened by him. Fozi acknowledged it softly.

"It is also."

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