The capital, the imperial palace, the empress dowager's bedroom.
"Grandma Huang, you, what are you talking about? Father, he, in front of the civil and military courts, secretly mentioned me, the marriage between me and Big Brother Dongfang? Brother Dongfang, did he agree to come down?", Fei Fei Princess Yan, at the moment, is charming and shy, but her eyes are like water, and she stares wide-eyed at the Empress Dowager.
"Hehehe, Feiyan, our royal daughters can't make decisions on their own in matters of marriage, let alone find a husband who suits their own wishes. Throughout the ages, I don't know how many royal daughters even know what their husbands look like before they get married. I've never seen it before, you, you are very lucky, luckier than all of them," said the Empress Dowager, looking at Princess Feiyan with a loving look in her eyes.
"Grandma... you... don't you... you also...", this topic is too heavy for Princess Feiyan who has always been loved and grown up like a happy elf. Princess Feiyan stared He closed his eyes and stared at the empress dowager.
"My old lady, what can I say? It's been so many years, and the house is full of children and grandchildren. It's you who have never experienced wind and rain in your life. Grandma Huang hopes that you will be happy for the rest of your life. The greatest luck for a woman is to be married. Mr. Ruyi, you can give in anything, but this is not good, do you understand what Grandma Huang means?" Regarding Princess Feiyan's words, the Empress Dowager first smiled flatly, then looked at Princess Feiyan seriously and said.
However, Ruyi Langjun must not give in? Because it is related to a woman's life? Regarding what her grandma said, the shadows of Dongfang Yu and Lin Yueru flashed in Princess Feiyan's mind, she immediately nodded heavily, and said, "Grandma Huang, Feiyan understands."
Fan'an Temple.
Presiding over emptiness, sitting upright in his meditation room, but at this moment he is not meditating and chanting, but sitting at his own table, his eyes are blank, and his fingers are unconsciously drawing on the table. I know what I'm drawing, and my mind wanders away...
"Amitabha..." However, at this moment, the wooden door of the meditation room presided over by Kongxing was pushed open, and there was a man wearing a gray and shabby monk's robe, wearing coarse cloth sandals, with a haggard beard and hair, but looked a little sloppy. The old monk walked in slowly.
"Uncle Master", looking at the sloppy old monk who walked in, Kong Xing came back to his senses and said something.
"Emptiness, Master Uncle can feel that your heart is in turmoil." The sloppy old monk looks dilapidated all over his body. He looks like a refugee, but he has a pair of deep eyes. These eyes, Seeming to be able to understand everything in the world, he paused for a while, and then asked: "Are you still worried about the position of the national teacher?".
"Uncle, I didn't, I..." Hearing what the sloppy old monk said, Kongxing opened his mouth to defend, but before he finished speaking, the sloppy old monk waved his hand and interrupted him.
"Look outside, the sun is shining brightly, and the sun is shining in the sky at this moment, but the world cannot always be like this. The sun rises in the early morning, sets in the afternoon, and turns into a bright moon at night. This is the way of heaven, and it is endless. The cycle is endless, everything in the world is like this, the position of national teacher, and even the change of dynasty is the same, this level, don't you understand it?" The old monk's voice was faint, like the sound of Zen from outside, but it just fell into the sky In Xing's ears, it is like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, deafening.
"Amitabha, my disciples dare not be obsessed with obsession," he whispered the Buddha's name, and Kongxing answered.
"Don't dare? Just dare not? Or not?" The old monk asked lightly. While speaking, the gray-white monk's robe sleeves waved, and a breeze blew by. On the table in front of Kongxing, countless figures appeared. These handwritings look disorganized, but many words can be vaguely discerned in them.
Guoshi, Dongfang Yu, Shenlong, Feiyan, Sword Master, Worshiping the Moon, Po Dao, Zhao Linger...
In the messy traces, only these words can be vaguely discerned. The others seem to be some messy lines, or some messy lines, connecting them all together.
The old monk waved the sleeves of his monk’s robe to make these words appear, and said lightly: “Your mood is like these words you wrote. It seems that there is a universe inside, but it is messy. calm?".
He didn't dare to be obsessed with his obsession, and he just said that Kong Xing was stubborn. Seeing these things appearing now, Kong Xing's face turned blue and white, and he didn't know how to answer.
"Amitabha", looking at the appearance of emptiness, the old monk sighed slightly, and said: "A hundred years ago, I was dressed gorgeously and was called a brocade monk. Although you are not my disciple, but you are close to me, I know, you Same as me, they are people who like to dress gorgeously and are obsessed with fame and fortune, but I have already given up fame and fortune and realized Bodhi, why do you still insist and refuse to let go?".
"Returning to Master Uncle, although I don't like losing the position of national teacher, it is not enough to make my spiritual altar dusty. It's just that I, Fan'an Temple, can no longer be overwhelmed by that Shu Mountain, which can destroy my fame and fortune? As long as that Shu Mountain loses, Naturally, I will be able to break through this layer." Since the things that have been hidden in my heart and dare not be shown, today my uncle has uncovered them, so Kong Xing simply speaks out.
"Amitabha, if you feel that this action will help you realize Bodhi, then you can go ahead and do it." With lowered eyebrows and eyes, he sighed slightly, put down his words, and the old monk turned to leave.
"Fame and fortune?" Kong Xing looked down at the chaotic words and lines on the table in front of him, calculation flashed in his eyes, and with a wave of his palm, all the writing and lines on the table were completely wiped away.
Shushan.
Jiu Sword Immortal, flying with power, fell directly from the top of Shu Mountain, and behind Jiu Sword Immortal, the same figure stood with hands behind his back, flying with power, faster than Jiu Sword Immortal, flying like an idle Walking in the courtyard is generally…
Under the chase, knowing that he would be overtaken soon, Jiu Jianxian turned around and raised his hand to shoot out a few sharp sword qi to stop them, but they were all defeated by the sword sage with a wave of his hand .
Finally, the two came to stand on a lake at the foot of the mountain. Not far away, a waterfall fell like a nine-day Milky Way, making a rumbling sound.
"Junior brother, you still can't let go of the knot in your heart? You still want to intervene in this matter?" The sword master looked at Jiu Jianxian calmly and said.
"That's right, I can't let it go, I can't let it go, this time Junior Brother Dongfang intervenes, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I must go down the mountain to help him, defeat the devil worshiping the moon, and avenge Qing'er." Jiu Jianxian heard the words, He opened his mouth and shouted, with a firm look on his face.
"Do you think that Junior Brother Dongfang can change it by taking action?" The Sword Master stood with his hands behind his back, his expression still calm, and asked about Jiu Jianxian's words.
"Of course, I believe Junior Brother Dongfang can do it," Jiu Jianxian nodded earnestly upon hearing this.
Dongfang Yu's means, his identity, and his ability to calculate, Jiu Jianxian believes that since Dongfang Yu has made a move, he will be able to do it. Li Xiaoyao is his disciple, Zhao Ling'er, she is Qing'er's daughter, Jiu Jianxian felt that no matter what, he should help.
"Although the Tao is impermanent, the Tao is also constant." Regarding the words of Jiu Jianxian, the sword master said plainly. During the speech, he pointed to the waterfall not far away, and said: "Look at the waterfall, it flows straight down, like the Tao. Even if occasionally there is a boulder lying across the waterfall, it can only divide the water, but it is impossible to resist the general trend of the falling water, and the way of heaven is the same."
"Don't talk to me about these so-called Taos. Is it the Tao to give up your beloved daughter? Is it the Tao to watch her sacrifice? Is it the Tao to be insensitive? If this is what you call the Tao, I would rather be obsessed with it for the rest of my life." The words, the Sword Immortal of Wine was obviously a little bit deeply disgusted, so he stopped drinking.
In the imperial palace, in the Fan'an Temple, and in the Shushan Mountain, Dongfang Yu didn't know about it. At this time, he was in the capital, and he and Li Xiaoyao and Zhao Ling'er were making the decision of the emperor and the Nanzhao Kingdom. After a general discussion about what to do, and after agreeing on a charter, the date of departure was determined.
Dongfang Yu returned to the palace, and was about to tidy up. However, not long after returning to the palace, Lin Yueru poured a cup of tea and threw it in front of Dongfang Yu with such force that even the lid of the teacup collapsed. He jumped up, looking very cold, obviously in a bad mood and said to Dongfang Yu: "Master, drink tea."
Lin Yueru's performance made Dongfang Yu slightly startled, looked at her in surprise, and said, "Yueru, what's wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood?".
"No, I'm in a good mood," Lin Yueru replied, her expression still indifferent.
"Look at your current expression, how can you be in a good mood?" Seeing Lin Yueru's indifferent look, Dongfang Yu said, feeling puzzled in her heart. For some reason, Lin Yueru was in such an unhappy mood for no reason.
"Why am I unhappy?" Lin Yueru suddenly yelled loudly, and said, "Why should I be unhappy? Master, you are getting engaged, and it is a marriage contract bestowed by the emperor himself, and you are marrying a princess with golden branches and jade leaves. I'm about to become a son-in-law, why am I not happy!? I'm very happy, I'm very happy for you, Master."
"You? Are you unhappy about Princess Feiyan?" Looking at Lin Yueru in surprise, Dongfang Yu's heart fainted, and an idea popped up, "In the hall, the emperor only talked about Feiyan. The princess has reached the marriageable age, and I didn't think too much about it, so I just nodded and agreed, in fact... ".
"Marriageable?" Before Dongfang Yu finished speaking, Lin Yueru looked a little unbearable, and shouted: "Is she the only one who is married, Princess Feiyan? Isn't I, Lin Yueru, also at the marriageable age? Why don't you nod your head?"
As soon as she said this, Lin Yueru suddenly realized that she was a little out of choice, and her face turned red.
(PS: Ask for a monthly pass, where is the monthly pass...)