Since the Taohua Inn came to Duan Suzhen and Li Zicong, the majestic Dali officers and soldiers, the originally cold inn has become lively, and Feng Shiniang and others have been restrained. The chef, A Chang and Zhao Huaien's favorite thing now is to lie on the chair in front of the door and bask in the sun. They wished that the dark smell was taken away by the sun. After staying with the monks for a long time, they sincerely hoped that they could be a good person.

The monks would always go to the streets after lunch. When they came back, they saw their faces and their bodies were covered in a strange smell. The chef and others probably thought that the monks might have been chased by a vicious dog from which family. However, these people had mysterious smiles on their faces. The chef felt that these people had mostly turned the vicious dogs that were chasing them into a pot of fragrant dog meat. As long as they remembered these, the chef couldn't help but lick their dry lips with his tongue and swallowed his saliva, so he made up his mind to secretly follow him next time.

It was strange today. Thunder was actually blowing in broad daylight. A Chang, who was lying on a chair and was awakened by the drought thunder. People like A Chang were very strange. A guy who was not afraid of the fear of the day, after killing so many people, he cared more about the seemingly impossible things like Tianzhu. I heard that only the drought thunder was afraid of thunder. If he was not familiar with A Chang, the chef felt that A Chang, who had red and swollen eyes, had definitely crawled out of the coffin. Looking at the water stains splashed on the teacup that A Chang accidentally knocked over the lower body, the chef kicked A Chang's lower abdomen. When he wanted to get up and chase the rash ghost A Chang, Jinzi and Duan Suzhen appeared in front of the chef with a nerd head.

"All of this big person is still drawing a map on your pants."

After Jinzi said this, the chef was so embarrassed that his face turned red. He had wanted to argue for a few words and looked at A Chang who was almost laughing in the distance. The chef picked up a stick of water and fire and threw it on him. Then there was a wailing sound in the backyard. A Chang couldn't get out of bed for several days. It seemed that the chef was very strong enough to beat him.

Duan Suzhen was very curious about Wu Yonglin being beaten up on that day, why could he get off the ground the next day. He seemed to be more anxious than anyone else to run out. There was almost no trace of him in the inn these days. Since Sister Zijun came back that rainy night, she has been in the room all day long. Except for eating, it seems that she can no longer be interested in everything around her. Jinzi and her sister Tongban also like to run here during this period. Jinzi is very popular with these men, and they are different.

To please her, she had a special liking for the guy who was holding the fireboat. A Qing Gongman fell in love with a chef, which only means that the chef was very rich. In fact, this is true. The guy named Luo Pingyang actually hid Jin Yezi in the fireboat, which seemed to be quite a lot. On the other hand, Jin Zi's sister Tongban, her hobbies were even more special. She looked at the monk with a special look. Duan Suzhen looked familiar with this look, and her mother liked to stare at her father with this look.

Duan Suzhen always wanted to compete with Wu Yonglin again, but the cunning Wu Yonglin always refused on the grounds that his butt had not recovered.

Du Wenjun talked to Wu Yonglin for a long time, but he didn't know what they had talked about. After that, at least Du Wenjun was willing to have dinner with Duan Suzhen, and there was always a kind of tofu with a special taste on the table, which was Du Wenjun's favorite.

Feng Shiniang and the guy named Zhang Hu always acted very ambiguously. Duan Suzhen discovered that the Tubo servant named Zhao Huaien would always look fiercely behind the chat and laughing. She felt that her sheep ran into someone else's sheep pen, but she was helpless because the sheep prefers to stay in someone else's sheep pen.

Li Zicong has been walking around the street a few days ago. He always asks people about the ins and outs of the big stone with some ominous spells carved by others. Duan Suzhen has been with him once for the first time and has no interest anymore. The expressions of those people staring at Duan Suzhen were completely like a look of Hadazi's needing to be beaten up.

Duan Suzhen looked at a familiar figure and crawled into a colorful house. She was ready to follow in without thinking. When she saw a woman with a strong rouge blocking Duan Suzhen, she couldn't help but scold, "What are you doing to stop me? Believe it or not, I'll throw you on the street?"

Li Zicong, who was catching up with him in a hurry, whispered in Duan Suzhen's ears for a while. Duan Suzhen, whose face was so embarrassed, cursed angrily: "There is no good thing for men except my father."

Duan Suzhen was sure that the back of the person who just entered looked very similar to Wu Yonglin.

Maybe this fake monk has endured it for so many years that he has not come out for a long time. In anger, Duan Suzhen rushes in as a man, and hears a special sound of silk and bamboo coming from the second floor--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The monk heard a very refreshing laughter. Looking at Duan Suzhen, Li Zicong and others who were breaking into the door, Wu Yonglin continued to listen to music like nothing happened, and began to knock on more than ten porcelain bowls containing water in front of him with chopsticks.

"The sea is laughing and surging the tides on both sides of the shore; the ups and downs and downs are only remembered today; the sky laughs in the world; who defeats who wins better than the sky knows; the mountains and rivers laugh in the mist and rain; the waves are turbulent in the world; how many beautiful things are there in the world; the breeze smiles as lonely as it is; the passion is still left; the people are no longer lonely; the passion is still smiling in a daze; la la…………………”

The monk knocked on the porcelain bowl in front of him with chopsticks and recited some strange tunes. Duan Suzhen thought it was nothing at first, but the tune behind him was getting more and more exciting. The harmony of the guqin between the copper plate's fingers made the song more grand, grand, gentle and beautiful. For a long time when the two stopped, Duan Suzhen could not forget it for a long time. This was so similar to the situation of her wandering alone in the world. When she came to her senses, the monk's position was already empty, and only the copper plate on it was still playing this majestic song repeatedly.

"What's the name of this song just now?"

"Swordsman."

"Is this what he gave to me on purpose?" Duan Suzhen murmured to herself. She found that this monk was really interesting. She always made some particularly interesting things to make people look at.

"Young Master, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time. Let's go back." Li Zicong looked at Duan Suzhen with a blushing face. Just now, a kiln sister kept posing at him and continued to stay in this place. He found that the defense line he had finally built over the years was easy to miss. After staying with the one at home for a long time, he seemed to be a little aesthetically tired.

When Duan Suzhen walked out of this prostitute village, her steps were very brisk. She felt that when she went back, she must take the monk back as her grand tutor. If possible, she would go back and ask her father to help him build a temple and force him into a real monk, and this matter would become more interesting.
Chapter completed!