The candle was extinguished after being rolled several times, and the small bowl was broken on which step.
It was dark, Huo Linfeng let go of Rong Luoyun, and there was a little embarrassment after the hug. I hugged him when I fell into the water, I hugged him when I was injured a few days ago, and I hugged him even more tightly on the kang in the morning, but everything was different from now.
Those hugs are caring, supporting, and warming, but this moment is different.
As for the difference, Huo Linfeng seldom hugs men, so I don't know, and Rong Luoyun seldom gets hugged by men, so I don't know either. Although no one knows, everyone is nervous and shy.
Huo Linfeng coughed lightly to cover up: "Master, then I will accept it?"
Rong Luoyun didn't even know how to fake a cough: "Well, keep it."
After the conversation ended, they fell into silence again, as if Yue Hei Feng Gao had nothing else to talk about. The mountain wind came again, Rong Luoyun's ponytail fluttered, and he slapped Huo Linfeng lightly. Huo Linfeng rubbed his face and found nothing to say: "Actually, it's not bad to become a monk. It's convenient to shave your hair."
Rong Luoyun tried his best to answer the words: "Well, I think the little monk who delivers the food is always smiling."
Huo Linfeng said: "That little monk has been in the temple since he was a child, and his seniority is not young." His voice was expressive, as if he was afraid that the other party would not be interested in listening, "When I tied Jia Yanxi up last night, I saw the little monk ordering others to do work. It was quite majestic. .”
Rong Luoyun cooperated very much: "Really? I can't see how powerful the little bald head is."
The two of them spoke a word, unable to see in the darkness, trying their best to be artificial. After chewing the disciples' tongues in the temple, and seeing that he was about to fall into silence again, Rong Luoyun racked his brains to come up with a new sentence: "Your roasted rabbits are delicious."
Roasting venison is inevitable when marching and stationing, and Huo Linfeng is very good at it. Speaking of food, since he came to the south of the Yangtze River, he has tasted all kinds of dim sum, but he only misses the steamed pears from Saibeihou Mansion.
Rong Luoyun listened carefully, and couldn't help asking: "What else is interesting about Zhuosha Island in your hometown?"
Huo Linfeng recalled Saibei City, the wine shop Goulan, shops of all sizes, and the old children who always stuffed him with hot cakes. After going around, he came to the Dingbeihou Mansion, with countless courtyards, chattering women and girls... He hadn't thought of home for a long time, but Rong Luoyun seduced him.
He said: "I have a magnolia planted in my house, with white flowers that are very fragrant when it blooms."
Rong Luoyun said: "If you like, you can plant one in the bamboo garden."
Huo Linfeng once had this idea, but he dismissed it. After all, he will be his general again sooner or later. He didn't want to think so far, he hasn't left yet, he is Eucommia, a disciple of Eucommia, who wears clothes and hair, wipes his mouth to heal his wounds, and stays up most of the night to chat with the palace lord.
He put the handkerchief away properly, and asked in a precautionary manner: "Palace Master, since you sent me, you won't go back no matter what?"
Rong Luoyun replied: "Of course, if you give it to you, it's yours."
The cold stone steps were hot, and the night was really late, so they went back to the monastery to rest. In the middle of the room, Duan Huaike fell asleep lying on the table, Lu Zhun and Diao Yuliang were snoring on the kang, and the courtyard wall outside the room was leaning against the disciples.
Walking to the door, Rong Luoyun asked, "Where do you sleep?"
Huo Linfeng replied: "Nest in a tree overnight, and I will go back tomorrow."
Rong Luoyun muttered: "I stayed in the Zen courtyard for a few days, but I didn't pay homage to the Bodhisattva."
After all, there was a pause, and his eyes were locked, ashamed and sly. Before they came, they slaughtered, when they came, they saw the blood, and after they came, they ate meat and meat. The two of them disobeyed the Buddha thoroughly.
Huo Linfeng asked: "Why don't you pay your respects while no one is there?"
Rong Luoyun let out a "huh" and said, "That's fine."
One didn't enter the house to get on the kang, and the other didn't jump on the tree. The two went down the mountain in black lights and blind fire, to repent and atone for their sins to the Buddha. Walking down the stone steps in the dark, stepped on the air and slid a dozen times, and then Shenlong Wuxing held Bafangyou's hand, and finally stumbled down the mountain.
The gate of the temple is closed tightly, and all the disciples in the temple have fallen asleep.
Strolling to the outside of the temple wall, Rong Luoyun's internal injury has not healed and he can't use lightness kung fu, so consciously, he leans closer to hook the opponent's waist. Huo Linfeng staggered half a step, grabbed Rong Luoyun's hand and moved it back, making him hug him.
He also embraced the opponent, and jumped into the wall.
This is a small temple in the mountains, there are few people offering incense and fire money, and they are reluctant to even light a lamp at night. They quietly entered the hall, the scent of sandalwood was strong, and the moonlight shone faintly, and the outline of the Buddha statue could be vaguely seen.
They knelt side by side on the futon, clasped their hands, not daring to ask for blessings for their unredeemed sins. Huo Linfeng used to talk nonsense in front of the Buddhist altar, but now he was a little hard to say, so he asked Rong Luoyun to speak first.
Rong Luoyun began: "This trip is a big one, and the evil is serious. I beg the Buddha to forgive me."
Huo Linfeng followed: "The person who was killed was full of evil, please see the Buddha clearly."
Rong Luoyun said again: "It's rude to rush into the Buddha covered in blood, I beg the Buddha to forgive."
Huo Linfeng followed again: "Look at the Vajra body protection from now on, please protect the Buddha."
Rong Luoyun said again: "Because of the desire to eat and drink to break the precept of meat, I beg the Buddha to punish me."
Huo Linfeng followed again: "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha will keep it in his heart. Please understand."
After the three sins were finished, Rong Luoyun was so angry that he pushed Huo Linfeng's palm. How could this man justify every sentence, would he want to drive the Buddha to death? General Huo was so rebellious, he muttered: "If the Buddha had manifested, so many victims would not have died—" Before he finished speaking, Rong Luoyun covered his lips and punched him in the back.
Huo Linfeng coughed twice: "Palace master... be gentle."
Rong Luoyun sarcastically said: "Jiao'e has tasted too much powder fist, can't stand me?"
It's not good to lie before the Buddha, so Huo Linfeng shut up and perfunctory. The sin had been redeemed, and the two continued to clasp their hands and kowtow. Rong Luoyun was very pious, and after closing his eyes and meditating, he knelt down deeply and took a long time to get up.
Huo Linfeng looked serious, he didn't want much for himself, and finally agreed to others.
After worshiping, they quietly left the main hall, turned over the temple wall and left. Two people walk to the front of the steps, and after climbing the 400 steps, is there a crowded kang and a tree full of people? Not worth it. Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly heard iron hoofs digging the soil behind him, it was a carriage parked in the corner.
The carriage belonged to Jia Yanxi, not to mention spacious, full of silk cushions and pillows. They had a place to stay, boarded the carriage, closed the doors and windows and lay down next to the wall of the carriage. At the same time, they also recalled their visit to Lingbi Tang, and they also stayed in the carriage that night, holding hands with each other for the whole night.
Wu Mama only smelled his breath, Huo Linfeng asked, "Is it cold?"
Rong Luoyun said honestly, "A little bit."
The clothes rustle, click, the sound of the small buttons on the waist being undone, there is a friction of cloth, and the narrow-sleeved outer robe and outer shirt are folded and taken off. Huo Linfeng covered Rong Luoyun, and then his father said as if admonishing his son: "It's warm, go to sleep."
It was more than half of the night, and they rested in the car.
In the early morning of the next day, everyone from Bufan Palace went down the mountain, and before leaving, they added a generous amount of incense money. The mighty people headed south, and finally they were going back to Xiganling.
Rong Luoyun couldn't help but look back, he had a good time in the small courtyard on the top of the mountain for a few days. As we drifted away, the Buddhist monastery was returned to the dogs, and the monk's robes were returned to the abbot, who only took away the memories of the past few days.
After a bumpy 300-mile journey, it was already noon when we returned to Xiganling.
Passing by Changhe, Rong Luoyun went to Chaomu Building to report safety, remembering how happy Huo Linfeng was in the building before saving him. "Du Zhong, I want you to rest for half a month." He approached and said considerately, "Would you like to go with me? I invite you."
Huo Linfeng hesitated: "The palace master is too polite..." Lies are easy to tell but hard to tell, he gritted his teeth and pretended to be weak, "Healing the palace master lost most of his energy, it's too empty and too bad, I'm afraid he will be turned into a red wave if he is powerless."
Rong Luoyun's jade face became dizzy: "... I didn't think carefully, you go back to the palace to recuperate." He couldn't help but feel guilty in his heart, how depressed a good eight-foot man is like that.
I went alone, and the boy at the door waited every day, and hurried to report when he came back. As soon as they entered the building, the girls cried out, the old woman caressed her breasts, and Rong Duanyu went downstairs with her skirts covered with tears.
Rong Luoyun called out "sister" and put his arms around her. As soon as he was separated, he was pressed on the stool and asked the doctor to diagnose the pulse, the maid came to feed the ginseng soup, and Rong Duanyu held his injured hand. He is like a treasure, once he waits for him to confirm that there is no danger, everyone is at ease.
When the siblings returned to the fourth floor, Rong Luoyun apologized: "Sister, don't blame me for worrying you this time."
Rong Duanyu glared at him: "Don't blame you for doing something wrong, I have my heart for you." She closed the small window, "If that disciple didn't come to look for you, I don't know how long it would take."
Rong Luoyun was stunned: "Du Zhong came to look for me? Isn't it Xun Baoluo?"
Rong Duanyu said: "What's the matter with Gan Baoluo, don't gossip about it." She poked Rong Luoyun's forehead fiercely with her onion finger, "There are seven more people in the Nine Pythons of Tuan Hun, how many times will we have to take this thrilling adventure?" enough?"
Rong Luoyun uncovered the others and only cared about comforting her. When Rong Duanyu calmed down, he mentioned the most important thing: "Sister, Xinzhizhou from Chang'an has already arrived in Hanzhou City, it is... Shen Zhou."
Rong Duanyu's beautiful eyes widened, and the hand holding the fan trembled slightly. "Shen Zhou." She read these two words silently, and then said in a low voice after a long time, "It's so good, the people of Hanzhou don't have to be oppressed by corrupt officials anymore."
Rong Luoyun said anxiously: "Sister, you and him—"
Rong Duanyu interrupted: "Stop talking nonsense, I have never met him, and neither do you."
That tone was cold and reserved, Rong Luoyun could only keep silent and nod, not saying much for the time being. He didn't return for a few days and couldn't stay for a long time, so he quietly left after coaxing Duan Yu to rest.
Walking around the corridor, he suddenly remembered something, so he went to find the old lady.
"Mother-in-law," he whispered in his ear like a good grandson begging his grandmother for candy, "I want a nourishing medicine for a man who is weak."
The old woman grabbed him tightly: "My dear! Why did you hurt Yuanyang?!"
Rong Luoyun blushed, "It's a disciple..." Huo Linfeng's tall figure appeared in his mind, and he showed his face, "I want the best, that person is powerful, so come more."
After a while, the old woman handed him a box and said: "Two spoonfuls from the cotton bag are put into the soup, three bowls from the brocade bag are boiled into one bowl, and one pill from the sackbag is taken orally. The effect is from weak to strong."
Rong Luoyun remembered, and left Chaomu Tower with the box in his arms.
In the Qianji Hall in the palace, Huo Linfeng went back to the bamboo garden and fell asleep on the bed. Du Zheng took off all his clothes. "Ah, young master, your body is so hot." Du Zheng was startled, and touched his forehead with his thick hand, "No, no, I must have caught the wind and cold!"
Huo Linfeng was a little confused, and rolled into the bed covered by the quilt. The internal strength has not yet fully recovered, and he was exposed to the cold for several nights, and now he has an attack as soon as he relaxes. He felt cold, and it was not enough to be wrapped in a brocade quilt, he wanted that warm white fox.
The young master was still burning, and the young man was in a hurry to find medicine. Du Zheng ran out of Qianji Hall, galloped through the palace on horseback, even surprised all the disciples when he passed Miaocang Terrace.
Galloping to the long street, he saw the door slowly open before he could shout.
Rong Luoyun came over with the box in his arms, and met Du Zheng face to face. "Hey, Du Zhong's eldest brother." He called the other party, "Why are you so anxious?"
Du Zheng thought to himself, it's not because of you! He said indignantly: "My younger brother is sick and bedridden, and his body is weak, please allow me to go out of the palace to buy medicine."
When Rong Luoyun heard it, it was as serious as bedridden? He immediately opened the box, the cotton bag is the weakest, the hemp bag is the strongest, try wearing the brocade bag first. He handed the brocade bag to the other party: "I know he is not feeling well, so I brought him some medicine, you go back and make it for him to drink."
Du Zheng turned his anger into joy, took the medicine and hurried back.
After being grateful for many days, Rong Luoyun breathed a sigh of relief at this moment to relieve the other party's danger.
Let's go and have a look later, thinking of Huo Linfeng, he smiled lightly.
The author has something to say: Rong, stop fucking laughing.