The moonlight entered the house, but Yang Qinglian couldn't sleep, this morning, after the family in Hefu, several other people also brought a few domestic servants who wanted to secretly leave the house last night, and when they were sent, they were basically lynched, but in the end, Yang Qinglian let them all go in the surprised eyes of everyone.

If it is impossible to say that there are no ghosts in the hearts of those people, the reason why Yang Qinglian can unreservedly believe that the rich merchants of Yanqin will not fornicate with the Miao people, it is because these merchants are only for money, and the Miao bandits have been grabbing goods all the year round, so they have lost a lot of money, and they can't wait to get rid of them quickly, and they don't look down on the slightly shallow aliens from the bottom of their hearts.

But it's a different matter for these subordinates, as long as Miao Min promises to buy them, it is not impossible to secretly spread some news. He just didn't understand why they were all beaten to the point of being unconscious, and still refused to call for clues related to the Miao people.

However, it was precisely because he saw that the implementation of the tough method had little effect, that he decisively asked He Fengqiu and others to expel them from the mansion on the spot.

Of course, Yang Qinglian didn't intend to let them go easily, just after these people supported each other and staggered out of the gate, Yang Qinglian asked He Fengqiu to send a few clever subordinates to spend a few days monitoring their movements.

The effect of knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger has been temporarily achieved, even if there are still fish in this group of people's mansions, they will not dare to act rashly in recent days. All he had to do now was wait, waiting for the fish fry that had been released earlier to open the way for him and help him quickly find the seedling village in the intricate mountains and forests.

Lying on the bed at this moment, Yang Qinglian couldn't wait for time to pass faster, and he was worried about whether the people sent would startle the snake and make his previous achievements go to waste. Just as he was pondering whether to go to the He Mansion to tell He Fengqiu a few more times at this time, a figure fell from above at the roof that was stabbed by Bai Luofeng and he didn't have time to make up for it.

Due to a busy day's work, Yang Qinglian did not have time to clean the rubble, and the figure couldn't see clearly the pile of rubble on the ground at first, and when he found it, he couldn't raise his energy to change his route in mid-air!

"Click!"

Yang Qinglian, who was hesitating, was much more alert to the sound in the room after experiencing the previous thrill, and he fixed his eyes on a black cloth in the darkness and stretched out his hand to attack him, and he came to him in an instant!

"Who!" Yang Qinglian raised his courage and shouted: "Brother Bai..."

Before the last word jumped out of his mouth, Yang Qinglian only felt that his eyes were suddenly dark and unconscious......

In the winery next to Wuliu, Bai Luofeng Fang drank a few sips of sake, and rested contentedly on the roof, leaning his hands behind his back and reflecting the full moon in the sky. While sitting with his eyes closed, Nalan Folding, the serenity of his body naturally exuded, like a moment when he melted into the world and felt the tranquility of all things.

The cool evening breeze made people drunk, Bai Luofeng was a little drowsy, but Nalan Zhifeng disturbed the dream that was about to rise in front of him at this moment: "Do you plan to walk the rivers and lakes for the rest of your life?"

"Do you think I want to? Bai Luofeng picked up a grass seedling growing here from his side and put it in his mouth, "Who in the rivers and lakes doesn't have a family business? Look at me again, sometimes I have to steal some to live by. Hey~ What's the use of this martial art?"

Nalan Zhifeng didn't know how to answer, Bai Luofeng ignored what he had in his heart, and began to babble alone: "After you go back with Jiekong this time, you can go back to Wanhua Valley." Even the bald donkey of the Empty Phase Temple can talk to people, not to mention your junior sister..."

Who knew that Nalan Zhifeng didn't wait for him to finish speaking, so he jumped off the roof, and at first glance, he knew that Bai Luofeng was annoying. Bai Luofeng saw that this blind man couldn't stand him and said a few words, so he laughed: "This blind man, his heart is so small." ”

Then he continued to look at the galaxy, his eyes gradually blurred, I don't know if it was too early in the morning, his eyelashes were unconsciously covered with a layer of glittering water droplets, Bai Luofeng's wrist slowly covered his eye sockets, as if it was an illusion caused by the wind, and the whisper was a little intermittent: "It's another year... When will I be able to get you out... The scenery of the world... It's beautiful..."

At the same time, the sycamore of the empty phase temple thousands of miles away has withered again, and there is an old monk standing under the tree, he stared at the last yellow leaf on the branch falling intently, and was swept away by the sudden cold wind before he could settle down, and the direction of the drift away was exactly the same as when he left angrily.

Since the return of the bloody night in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, the young monk has been stimulated, starting from the warrior monk in the bitter temple, to sneaking into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to steal the Nine Sutras of Wuxiang, Hongyu has vaguely foreseen something.

Jiekong is a killing star from the sky, his abnormal movement is a destiny of heaven, mortals cannot be stopped, and his murderous awakening can only be sparse and not blocked, all Hongyu can do is to find a way to extend the time until Jiekong has the ability to control himself.

After all, everything came too fast, the moment he broke into the door four years ago, Hongyu knew that what he was worried about had happened: "Master, the apprentice has something to ask today!"

Hongyu stared at the color of the void that could not be changed, his heart was already like a mirror, he slowly turned around and looked at the calligraphy and painting on the wall, and sighed faintly: "Alas, if I don't answer..."

"Master, you really haven't changed at all, quitting the sky and not forcing you..." Jiekong seemed to know this, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed heavily on the stone slab: "Master's grace of many years of nurturing, quitting the sky will never be forgotten, but Wei Ying's life-saving grace, the void must be repaid first, if one day the master's hatred can be wished, quit the sky and come back to repay you!"

After a long time, he finally got up and left, and Hongyu didn't turn his head to look at him more from beginning to end. When there was only one person left in the room breathing, the old monk's hand hidden in the monk's robe slowly loosened, and the Buddha beads with broken lines in the sleeve robe were scattered all over the ground...

Tonight's cloudy sky may rain at any time, but Hongyu stared at the sky without moving half a step, he suddenly remembered that there was a stormy night a long time ago, just when he was passing by the main hall when he was patrolling the night, he caught a glimpse of a young figure kneeling in front of the Buddha statue and bowing, when he approached lightly, he heard the young Jiekong chanting softly to the golden Buddha statue: "Buddha, it rains tonight, bless you don't get typhoid fever." ”

The clouds finally couldn't hold the stagnant water, and the filaments and raindrops were sparsely laid, but the old monk didn't seem to notice these at all, he just felt that the courtyard in his eyes was a little empty, and he couldn't hear the sound of falling pots and buckets in the past, and he couldn't see the ruffian spirit when he bullied the little monk in the temple, and he didn't have to bother to let him think about it with his face and heart, and copy some scriptures with his heart...

Tiangong was the most ruthless at the moment, and the turbulent rainstorm finally wet the red robe...

(ps: 100,000,It's just forty chapters.,There's no need to say more.,I hope you can comment more to help me improve.,If you're willing, publicize it.,Hee-hee.,Chong Chong list.,Thank you.] ）