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Chapter 22

Passing through the Xinghua Forest, outside the Luohe Hall, Song Yuan didn’t come with the Ningqing people, but he wanted to check the jade book again with the disciples guarding the gate. Jiabi was about to leave at this time, she was a servant of the Donghuomen , it is inconvenient to follow Ningqing Jianzong.

It's not that Song Yuan has never been to Tianxinzong, and he is quite familiar with the road, so he nodded at this moment and thanked her.

Jiabi blessed her body, watched his lonely back, lowered her eyes and pondered.

Back then, the young sect master Yu Ning Qingzong was punished because of this person. Later, he was clearly not valued by the sect, and he refused to listen to the clan. Identity, presumably also for this person.

A man, who is also the junior of the young sect master.

It's crazy.

Song Yuan remembered that he came to look for a friend once, and there were people around who could ask for directions, but he didn't have a good sense of direction, so he walked slowly all the way, but he found the place, but there was a lot of deviation.

Ning Qingzong came in batches, and the last batch of people arrived the day before, and they are now stationed in a courtyard set up by Tianxinzong.

However, Song Yuan's condition was not good the day before, so Xie Dianyi waited and waited until a few hours before the competition before arranging for Yangfeng to send it in a hurry.

After a while, Song Yuan was surrounded by light, and fell silent in front of many benevolent masters.

He was pointed to the seat in Mount Fanjing, looked around, and was about to leave silently, when a warm voice behind him called him.

"Please stop, but Song Yuan of Ning Qingzong?"

He turned around and looked, startled immediately, and called out, "Exactly, Du Yi?"

Don't say what kind of Buddha statue he is, but this tall monk with straight body, round shoulders, moist skin, close eyebrows and eyelashes, clear eyes, straight nose, especially dignified and serious, and upright walking is the real Buddha statue. , with a smile in his eyes at the moment, looking at him tenderly.

It didn't change much, Song Yuan recognized it at a glance, took a few steps forward, and smiled in surprise: "It's been a long time, but you still haven't changed."

Apart from shaving his hair, Song Yuan looked at the top of his head with regret. What he was most grateful for was that his friend's family did not allow him to shave.

Such a young master Pianpian who practiced Buddhism, if he shaved his degree, he would be in the same class as those masters in Fanjing Mountain, but it is a pity for his handsome appearance.

He still remembered that his friend stayed with him in Xiachao City to investigate an old case, and Du Yi pretended to be a secular son, guarding the gate of Hualou, dressed in common clothes, with flirtatious black hair, blushing face, who didn't know how to refuse, a girl who was robbed boldly They pulled the skirts in a mess.

Du Yi seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then said softly: "Really? I don't know, but there are people who are just like me, without much change, and still can't find their way. It's a pity that there is no window for him to break right now."

The little novice at the side lowered his head and opened his eyes wide. He had never heard such a tone from Uncle Du.

Uncle Du Yi, who behaves well and speaks smoothly, can actually make jokes?

Song Yuan would not be so angry at his friend's rare jokes as he was ten years ago. Now that he sees his old friend, the stories he recalls are like other people's stories. When he thinks about it, he just smiles and his eyelashes tremble. : "You always laugh at me this time, so don't blame me for not giving you face in front of children. At that time, your uncle was also ashamed, and the girl stripped off his coat. He looked much more embarrassed than me who escaped through the broken window." Woolen cloth."

Saying this, the estrangement that hadn't been seen for seven years seemed to disappear immediately, and a smile filled Du's eyes: "Okay, it's always you who is so vivid, that Uncle Song who is Ning Qingzong can't find a place to go, can you come and visit us?" For the time being we..."

He thought about it several times before casually saying such an invitation. He didn't want to say it halfway, but a call came from behind Song Yuan, and he was interrupted immediately.

"Song Yuan!" He called out fiercely, as if this person had some deep hatred for him.

Song Yuan was taken aback and looked back in a daze.

The person who came was wearing a cyanotic dark-pattern robe, the boots were embroidered with brilliance, and there were a few huge shiny orbs inlaid on the top. He is tall and handsome, with thick eyebrows and deep eyes, high nose and thin lips, with jewels and jewels on his face, and extraordinary bearing, but his expression is not good, his face is full of wind and rain, and his handsome face is a bit scary to look at.

Song Yuan was taken aback again, thinking where did this dude come from, his brows and eyes were somewhat familiar.

Before he could ask a question, the dandy had already approached, seeing the person opposite him, his eyes flashed like lightning, he stretched out his hand and grabbed his arm: "Follow me to the seat!"

What is this buddy doing?Song Yuan was dragged by him and walked a few steps, but a Zen stick was thrown out across the air, and hit the purple-robed monk's arm straightly. Using skillful force, he held it with two fingers, and his brow sank as if he was about to explode.

Like a bird with its feathers ruffled, ready to go.

Before he could open his mouth to make trouble, Du Yi's lips curled into a cold smile, and he said in a low voice, "Brother Xu Dao, what's the meaning of this?"

Brother Xu Dao?Not many people surnamed Xu present?First of all, the host, Sect Master Xu of Tianxin Sect.

Speaking of which, Sect Master Xu's only son is still an old acquaintance with him.

But the child was not very old at that time, and now, he should have grown up.

Song Yuan glanced at him, and suddenly became a little clearer in his heart. He slowly relaxed his brows, and gently held the opponent's wrist with his backhand, with a smile on his lips again: "Guangyi?" He remembered that the other party had never been like this before. tall and strong.

It was really embarrassing to meet like this, he remembered that Du Yi and Xu Guangyi were no more than acquaintances, so they didn't know each other.

Xu Guangyi's temperament is domineering, and his handling of things is a bit naive, which often causes people to misunderstand, but his heart is not bad.

When Xu Guangyi's wrist was held by his warm hand, he felt that his wrist was also hot, and his face was startled, as if all the feathers on his body were falling down and turned into a gentle and soft decoration. Looking down at him, he felt this The appearance of the person seems to be more glorious than seven years ago.

He was persuaded by others, and after a lot of patience, he was not able to drive Ning Qingzong directly to meet people.

If I had known earlier that I shouldn't listen to the old man's nonsense, it would be better than seeing him now, and being so stupefied.

The face is also hot.

He nodded indiscriminately, and didn't bother to care about Song Yuan's dumbfounded image before.

Song Yuan carefully took the Zen staff down from his fingers slowly, and explained softly to Du Yi: "Guang Yi is also my old friend, but he has always been..."

Xu Guangyi became impatient again, when he and this bald man were not familiar, and after mourning for seven years, he already knew what each other was thinking, pretending to be so indifferent, he is not a stinky bastard who covets his friends.

Du Yi was calm when he heard the words, looked at his face carefully, as if he had never been ridiculed by him before, and then sighed softly: "So that's it, the little monk is being abrupt."

"But where does Daoist Xu want to lead him?"

Impatient and complacent, Xu Guangyi deliberately raised his voice: "Reminiscing about the past."

Du Yi smiled lightly and said: "We met suddenly, I really don't want to leave friends, can we come together, so that we can catch up with each other?"

Okay, yes, very well, the eminent monks who are pure and ascetic can play this trick. I really don’t know what kind of dubious pope is preached in Fanjingshan.Xu Guangyi had a bad reputation in the past, and suffered the loss of the needle hidden in the cotton a few times, but pushed Song Yuan further and further away. Now that he thinks about it, he still gnashes his teeth, so he can only pretend to be generous in front of Song Yuan's happy face: "Why not."

Xu Guangyi is the young suzerain, and the Tianxin sect's seat was chosen at will. The original carefully arranged seats simply had more people, and he didn't look good all the way.

Fortunately, Du Yi wanted to explain to the little novice who was waiting at the side, Xu Guangyi pretended not to notice, and took a step ahead holding his wrist.

The competition at the bottom is intuitive, but many games start at the same time, and after watching one game, you can’t watch the other game, but the seats above watch the game in the same way as in the mirror. In other words, if there is something exciting, it is enough to watch two games at the same time.

Not long after Song Yuan took his seat, he wanted to find someone to send a letter to the deacon disciples of Ning Qingzong, so that they would not wait for him.

Seeing him looking left and right, Xu Guangyi felt even more unhappy, and said in a strange tone: "What are you looking at? I never heard that you have a good relationship with a disciple of the Tianxin Sect."

If there was such a person, he would have been run over by him long ago.

Song Yuan was a little dazed, but after thinking about it, he smiled and said, "Yes, I only know you in Tianxinzong."

That's just right, Xu Guangyi was secretly proud of himself, he only smiled with a reserved smile on his face, he thought he was born noble, possesses both ability and virtue, good appearance, and his strength is among the best, if he is looking for a partner, he is naturally the best candidate.

"Can I..."

"A few days ago, I heard that you lost your cultivation?" Xu Guangyi's heart beat like a drum, he didn't dare to look directly at him, his eyes were fixed on the few cases on the opposite side, he pretended to be careless, and asked casually.

Just thinking of the opportunity he could take advantage of, he was so happy that he couldn't pretend to be good.

Song Yuan paused and remained silent, feeling that Xu Guangyi would not be as thankful for some clothes, but after all he was a little depressed: "Yes...the root cause of the disease is still there, and sometimes it breaks out, which is very unbearable."

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the faint smile on Xu Guangyi's face hadn't faded, and he looked very proud.

He doesn't want to speculate with the heart of a villain, but think about it when he and Xu Guangyi first met, he was very proud of convenience, and he was willing to look at people directly when he was in a fight with him. After getting to know each other, the relationship will be only All the better.

In fact, most monks are like this, whether overtly or secretly, thinking about it, they are no different from ordinary people.

It turned out that he lived with Xuexue on the snow mountain, and his life was not necessarily simple, but only after he got down the mountain did he realize that he was in a place where cultivation and strength were valued.

In the past seven years, things have changed, things have changed, people have changed, and he can't understand and understand, which often makes him at a loss.

Song Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at the chest of the cloak. The heat and poison faded away. Instead, it was the cloak that made his face burn with heat, but the inner garment inside was so thin that it would be disrespectful to take it off. Good question.

It's still a haste to get off the boat, but now it's embarrassing.

Perhaps the embarrassment was not limited to this one, he endured and endured, gripping his cloak tightly, and then gently and slowly said to Xu Guangyi: "Don't laugh at me."

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Finally got to my favorite part.

What is the pride of the same year, this doesn't take you down directly? !

I don't mind everyone standing for a second, wild dogs, anyway, they are quite cute, I wrote these plots just for fun, the retribution of every Gong who doesn't have a long mouth (?

And I don’t have a sense of CP, why should I write wild dogs? I can only try my best to seduce, and I have to be too prepared that I will be slapped and called a bastard by my wife hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Knowing that he has a husband is very heartbreaking, very jealous, dare to do anything, don’t dare hahahahahaha

The unconscious gentle treatment, the natural care and the occasional sense of fragility, it’s great, it’s greedy, dare to point it out, don’t dare hahahahaha

Give some starfish to play in the next chapter, play the younger brother, and return to a critical hit heavyweight. If you don’t give it, you will, but I just want to take it you (badly)