However, this reclusive expert who is in charge of Da Gan Bai Dao's world looked pensive, or even a little worried.
"Master, what happened?" Yan Xinqiao stood aside and asked softly when he saw what happened.
Su Huiqing sighed and handed over the brocade silk in her hand. Yan Xin took it in her hand, took a look at it, and exclaimed: "She is..."
"This girl is so courageous and courageous. She dared to reveal this secret to others. In the past thousands of years, I'm afraid there are only ten of them."
Yan Xin frowned and scolded with some dissatisfaction: "Reckless, reckless."
"Haha, what can I do if I'm not rash? For thousands of years, no one has uncovered this layer of mystery. To this day, how many people still dare to say whether the legend is true or false? Perhaps her unexpected move,
Maybe it will lead to some other changes, good luck and misfortune, who knows what to rely on, it is better than the current stagnant water."
"just in case……"
"There is no chance." Su Huiqing looked at Yan Xin with a kind face and said word by word, "If there is really a chance, then just go ahead and do it."
Yan Xin felt a sense of sadness in his heart, and in a trance, his mentor, who was like father and mother before him, aged dozens of years in the blink of an eye. Yan Xin calmed down and said in a deep voice: "Master, do you want Xin'er to take a trip?
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"This secret letter will not only reach the hands of Da Yin Yushi. If she leaves, she will definitely want to take away those variables, or control the variables within the range she can bear. Let alone Da Gan and Cao Cao.
The reason why Hai negotiated for peace was probably this secret letter. From the moment I received the secret letter, I was wondering what made her sink her boat at this moment."
"Master, have you thought of it?"
Su Huiqing shook her head and chuckled: "I have several guesses as a teacher, but there is no conclusion. But the girl from Yunzhan said something before, and now I think it makes some sense."
"What did junior sister say?"
"Yunzhan said that when encountering something, maybe it is better to meet someone. She dared to put all her efforts at this time, maybe because she met someone who could accompany her to give it a try."
"King Dingtian..."
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. You go and get ready first. This time you don't want to go alone. I have the names of three people here. You can find them with the teacher's handbook and come with you to go and talk to Yun.
Let’s meet up at the stack.”
Yan Xin took the piece of paper handed over by Su Huiqing and took a look at it. A slight flash of surprise flashed over her face. She pondered for a moment and said, "Let junior sister come back."
Su Huiqing was distracted for a moment and shook her head helplessly: "If we don't let her go, she will definitely find a way to follow him secretly. It's better to stay together to save worry."
Yan Xin smiled, it was rare for Master to have a headache. He smiled softly and left the yard.
On the coast of the South China Sea, a wave surged onto the beach. A fishing boat used the force of the waves to lean towards the shore. It was still several feet away from the pier. Suddenly, a figure jumped out of the side of the ship and came riding on the waves, holding a hand in his hand.
A cable as thick as a child's arm, with a wave of his backhand, the cable circled around the wooden rudder pole. Several young fishermen ran over and tied the cable firmly to the pole.
A dark, lean and capable half-year-old boy looked back at the jumping figure, and shouted with a tone of envy and respect: "Brother Song, are there any fish?"
The man laughed loudly and said: "There is a big fish!"
The children cheered and looked eagerly at the adults on the fishing boat who had no time to pay attention to these little devils. The man had a warm and sincere smile on his lips, which was actually more beautiful than the white clouds and clouds on the other side. The man looked not far away,
There were several people standing under the shade of the tree, and in the middle was a woman in white with a gauze face, quietly looking at the man returning from the sea.
The man was startled, then broke into a smile, hurried to a nearby place, straightened his clothes, and bowed respectfully: "Mother, why are you here?"
The woman in white nodded gently, turned around and walked back to the way she came. The man followed beside her, restrained and calm, like a vast sea, unfathomable.
The Song family in Tiannan has no shortage of young masters.
“Is fishing fun?”
"It's not fun." Song Wuque smiled softly and said, "Capturing people's hearts is interesting."
Yu Hongyan smiled faintly, with no hint of happiness, anger, sorrow, or any judgment. She just gently took out a piece of letter from her sleeve and handed it to Song Wuque. Song Wuque took it in his hand, opened it, frowned, and said:
"This is?"
"This is my mother's fate."
"Fate?" Song Wuque said coldly, "Mother should know that I have never believed in fate."
"Haha, okay, then you go and see where my mother's fate lies."
"Okay." Song Wuque agreed without any hesitation, and laughed loudly, "I happen to have an old friend whom I haven't seen for a long time. How are you doing lately?"
"No matter how good it can be, it will never be as comfortable as chasing fish in the sea."
Song Wuque laughed loudly and sang a long song to accompany the clouds back.
The mottled red walls, the vigorous old trees, the morning bells and evening drums, and the scent of Buddha are all pleasant to hear and smell.
Tang Mengjue gathered together several sections of dead branches under an ancient pine tree. The son of a dignified family actually started working as a servant. After collecting the dead branches, sweeping the floor, and sprinkling water, Tang Mengjue walked into a room in the ancient temple.
In the large Buddhist hall, he bowed to Mrs. Tang, who was kneeling and chanting sutras, and softly replied: "Grandma, the floor has been swept."
"Have you finished scanning?"
"Well, it's all done."
"How long did it take to scan?"
"My grandson didn't pay any attention to it, and it took about a stick of incense."
"What's on the ground?"
Tang Mengjue was stunned and replied truthfully: "There are dead branches and leaves, and there are also some sand and debris blown by the wind."
"Gone?"
Tang Mengjue paused and continued: "There are also yellow and white things left by flying birds."
"If the floor is dirty, we can clean it with a broom. But what if our hearts are stained with dust?"
"The heart has ground, the mind can sweep away, the mind is clear, and there is no place in the world that is not pure."
"You have a clear mind. Even so, how many people in this world can achieve a clear mind? Can you do it?"
"My grandson is stupid, but he can't do it yet."
"Hey, if you can't do it, you can't do it. It doesn't matter. You are much better than those people who can't do it but think they can." The ancestor of the Tang family clasped his hands together, saluted the Buddha, stood up and walked out of the hall.
, looked at the courtyard in the temple, smiled calmly and said, "Look at this courtyard, it will be clean after tidying it up. Grandma wants to ask you a question."
"Grandma, please speak."
"You said there are too many dead branches and leaves in this courtyard. Is it because the monks and pilgrims see it as dirty, or is it because the courtyard itself feels dirty?"
Tang Mengjue was stunned for a moment. A thought crossed his mind, but he didn't see what it was. Then he heard the Tang family ancestor harmoniously continued: "This courtyard is the courtyard. Whether there are these dead branches and leaves, it is the courtyard."