Yuanbao's action of inviting people is not gentle, he relied on his round and jade body, and brought the little monk who did not struggle to the creaky nest.

When the person arrived at the Huxin Pavilion, Yuan Bao suddenly felt that he was done, and put the little monk on the ground with a smile on his face.

Being treated like this, the little monk did not have any other reaction, his movements still stabilized his body unhurriedly, and he tidied up his slightly wrinkled Zen clothes in a good time, and looked at Zhou Mu who was standing in the pavilion with his hands behind his back.

Zhou Mu is still dressed in purple, the autumn breeze in the center of the lake is cool, and the purple clothes move in the wind, with a transcendent and dusty beauty.

"Master, the little monk Yuanbao has brought, if you have anything to say, you can ask him. Yuan Bao pushed the little monk and stepped forward to salute.

The little monk who did not quit was kind and kind-eyed, clasped his hands together and sang the Buddha's verse, "Amitabha, I don't know what happened when the donor called the poor monk to come?"

Zhou Mu suddenly turned around, looked at the unquit little monk with his eyes like a torch, and saw that he still looked solemn, his brows furrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Evil, why did this king call you here, I guess you know it in your heart, why do you need to ask knowingly?"

The little monk shook his head for a long time, and slowly spoke, "If I hear it, if I ask, if the donor doesn't ask, how can the poor monk know what the people of the world think?"

"The poor monk has been a monk since he was a child, everything is empty, if the donor has something to say, but it doesn't hurt. ”

Zhou Mu waved his hand at the ingots with a calm face.

Yuan Bao immediately understood, turned around and walked outside the lake pavilion, guarding the mouth of the lakeside corridor.

"Evil, this king was prompted by your master Tianji Daoist, saved your life, and kept the tantric sect in an endless vein, and now he has used the grace of saving his life to exchange you for ten years to wait, and he wants to repay the favor, but you have a grudge against this king in your heart?" Zhou Mu turned his back and looked at the sparkling lake, his dark eyes were bottomless, and it was unpredictable.

The little monk who did not prescribe sang the Buddha's verse with his hands together, "Amitabha, everything has its own cause and effect, and the poor monk has suffered the antecedents, so he naturally has to inherit this effect, and how can he blame the donor, the donor is too worried!"

"In that case, then tell this king what you know, this king asked you to wait for my love for immortality, that is, you want to take precautions, obviously you have a sense, why do you hide it and not report it?" Zhou Mufu turned around again, his eyes as sharp as a knife and turned to the little monk.

Although he knew that there must be a reason for not saying that the little monk did not quit, but it was about immortality, and he couldn't control his worries.

"Phew!"

The little monk didn't know when he took out the wooden fish, and the small mallet was knocked, as if he was drinking the stick, and a crisp wooden fish sound sounded.

The cold air around Zhou Mu suddenly disappeared, and the bottomless black halo in his eyes disappeared.

"Donor, you have killed too much, the body is too angry, if it goes on like this for a long time, the breath of destiny is exhausted, it will be rare to have a good death, and I hope that the donor will always sing the scriptures of the past life without anything, and look at it with a pure heart to save this calamity. "The little monk is solemn, and his eyes are full of compassion.

"This king knows that he has killed too much and is guilty of a lot, but what does this matter have to do with my love for immortality?What did you find?" Zhou Mu restrained the momentum of his whole body, and the worry in his eyes was undisguised.

Seeing this, the little monk finally showed a trace of expression on his face, and shook his head helplessly and said, "This matter is because of you, not because of you. ”

"What the hell is going on!

Caring is chaotic, it is about Gu Changsheng, Zhou Mu is definitely the most nervous one.

At this time, he clenched his hands into fists, obviously extremely nervous in his heart.

The little monk slowly walked two steps to the side of the pavilion, looked up at the boundless sky, paused for a while, and finally shook his head and did not speak.

"Evil spirits, don't you have to force this king to lift the ancestral tomb of your tantric lineage and crush your bones and ashes before you can speak?" Zhou Mu's face gradually became angry because of worry and anxiety, and a trace of bloodthirsty red loomed at the bottom of his eyes, and the whole person seemed to be killing a god in the world, which was terrifying.

In the face of such a strong threat from Zhou Mu, the little monk still stood in the pavilion, not moving, but slowly explained, "It's not that the poor monk doesn't say it, but the destiny of heaven is like this, even if the poor monk says it, it can't change anything, and it can't prevent it from happening." ”

"If you don't say it, how do you know that this king can't avoid it? Evil, tell what you know, don't make this king angry!" Zhou Mu was full of cold air, like substance, his voice seemed to be soaked in ice, and he was cold and ruthless.

The little monk suddenly turned around, and when he saw him like this, he couldn't help but shake his head and said slowly, "The poor monk once told the immortal benefactor that at the beginning of the spring thunder earthquake, the poor monk had a peek at the sky with the vast mountain top, and the actress in the room was in a flash, and the actress in the room was in retreat and the vast sea of stars, and the poor monk just faintly felt that the place of Gou Chen should be in Liuzhou, so he hurried over, and he came with your letterhead. ”

The little monk who does not quit said that he paused slightly.

"Then what's going on now, making you look sideways?" Zhou Mu followed up and asked, and there was already an ominous premonition on his face.

The little monk who didn't quit didn't sell Guan Zi, and opened his mouth as usual, "The poor monk watched the sky last night, and saw a faint halo looming next to the Big Dipper. ”

"If the donor wants to be sure, he can come to the poor monk tonight. After the little monk finished speaking, he put his hands together and sang the Buddha's verse, turned his head and walked outside the Huxin Pavilion.

Leaving Zhou Mu in vain, he was cold, and his brows were furrowed and he stood in the Huxin Pavilion for a long time without moving.

His reaction made the ingots who were waiting on the side feel worried.

If it can make his grandfather frown, then this must be a big deal!

Oh my God, what the hell is going on?

At this time, Gu Changsheng didn't realize it, she felt that since the completion of the new mansion, everything had been smooth, of course, a little flea like the girl of the Huo family was completely negligible.

It was not a grade opponent at all, Gu Changsheng would never look down on the enemy, let alone underestimate the opponent.

It's just that the girl of the Huo family is really not worthy of being her enemy, and Gu Changsheng completely ignored her.

Ignoring the girl of the Huo family, she has been really smooth recently, she has moved to a new house, and the soldiers of Baili Mountain are also exercising in an orderly manner, how can she not be happy?

With the cost of self-defense, you can feel at ease.

People are in good spirits on happy occasions, this night, on the willow tops of the moon, Gu Changsheng was energetic and worked hard in the study, slowly filling the paper in his hand, and then changing it.

The moonlight shone on the window lattice on the second floor, and a woman could be vaguely seen reading a book.

Zhou Mu stood on the treetops and watched for a moment, with an inexplicable expression on his face, he couldn't see it very really, and glanced at the figure reflected in the window lattice with affection, Zhou Mu turned around and flew towards the peach blossom nunnery where the little monk was located.

After a long time, Gu Changsheng drew the last period, with a relieved smile on his face, raised his hand to put the brush on the pen holder, and raised the pen and ink that had not dried on the paper.

"Nima, the thirty-two volumes of the Book of War, the old lady can be regarded as finished!"

Gu Changsheng muttered, but she suddenly felt that her whole person was much more relaxed.

"Lady, Uncle Song asks to see. Dong Lei called softly outside the study.

"Hurry up and invite Uncle Song in! I said that I was in my own house, and I didn't need to be so polite. Gu Changsheng put down the paper with the art of war in his hand, took the paperweight and pressed it carefully, and hurriedly spoke.

Song Bo bowed down and walked in, and when he saw Gu Changsheng, he bent down and saluted from a distance, "The old slave has seen the lady!"

"Uncle Song, hurry up, you came here so late, is there something to say?" Gu Changsheng hurriedly took a few steps forward and helped Uncle Song up.

Song Bo stood up straight, a smile on his face, "The old slave has something to report it, and the things that the lady asked the old slave to buy privately are almost there." ”

Gu Changsheng's eyes widened when he heard this, "Really, it's only been two days, and you've done it?"

A trace of shame flashed on Song Bo's face, and he explained with a smile, "It's not the work of the old slave alone, Yan Lao overheard the old slave instructing his subordinates to do this, and helped the handle, Yan Lao has been up and down in the business sea all his life, and he has many well-known doorways, and the private iron and saltpeter that the lady wants are already on the way to be transported, and he must be able to reach Liuzhou in a few days!"

"Okay, good!" Gu Changsheng said hello three times in a row, and the joy between his eyebrows and eyes was undisguised.

"Lady, private iron can be used to forge private soldiers, but what is this saltpeter used for? Could it be that the lady wants to make fireworks?"

"Fireworks, haha......" Gu Changsheng smiled conceitedly, his blood-colored brocade clothes were in the wind, standing in front of the window and looking condescendingly at the night outside, his face showed a trace of condensation, "I just want to make a unique fireworks......

If this kind of "fireworks" does not have a chance to come out, it will be returned, if there is, it will be a sonic shock to the world!

When Uncle Song saw his own lady answer like this, he didn't ask, anyway, as long as it was something her lady wanted, he would get it!

For the sake of the lady's life, there is no need to ask the reason!

"Uncle Song, has my father-in-law ever rested?" Gu Changsheng retracted his gaze and asked lightly with a smile.

When the old slave came, the little boy came out of the gentleman's building with a book, presumably the gentleman had not rested at this time. ”

Mr. Banshan has been homeless all his life, and he doesn't like people to call him an old lady, but he is called Mr. by the whole family.

"Okay, I'll go to my father-in-law to see how the military book I wrote is!" Gu Changsheng said as he gathered the papers on the table into one stack, opened the mezzanine of the bookcase, took out a stack of thread-bound books from it, and walked out of the study with a proud face.

She couldn't wait to share her achievements with her stepfather, and the most systematic and comprehensive military book in the world came out!

Upstairs in the Peach Blossom Nunnery, Zhou Mu and the little monk stood on the observation deck in the building, both of them looking up at the vast night.