"Master Jingyi, I'm leaving, I'll see you again if I have the chance."
Jingyi said coldly: "It's better not to see him. Your Majesty's Nine Five Priests are the foundation of Daxia. Please walk slowly and don't break your legs!"
Hearing this, Qin Yun almost spit out a mouthful of blood. He looked at her unhappily and cursed in his heart, "Is Jingyi a woman here in a few days?" It's like eating explosives."
For the sake of Zhibai and Youwei, I won’t bother with you!
Immediately afterwards, he hurriedly left, and all the Jinyiwei retreated down the mountain in an orderly manner.
Qin Yun was very relieved this time because Jingyi seemed to have slowly let go, otherwise he would not have said those words, which is a good sign!
Jingyi, who was still there, stopped for a long time, and lost her mind for a long time, as if Qin Yun had a great influence on her for a short time, and she couldn't tell why.
A dusk flower withered and slowly fell from the canopy.
She reached out to catch it, everything seemed to be still.
In the end, she finally gave a great gift to Zhibai's tomb. After the death, she was worried about gains and losses for a long time, but finally let it go.
At this time, her ears moved slightly and she could hear the movement behind the tree.
"Who?" She turned around gently.
A graceful and plain woman walked out, it was Li Youwei. She became more and more mature. Although she was not stained with dust, her figure was particularly graceful.
At this moment, he was a little nervous, holding a basket of vegetables in his hand: "Master, master, he is a disciple."
"I'll bring you food, just arrived..."
She didn't know why, and she didn't speak well.
Jing frowned. Just as she arrived, she was a little disbelief and slowly stepped forward, speaking calmly: "Did you see Qin Yun?"
Li Youwei didn't dare to lie, so she nodded, then lowered her head, tears rolling in her eyes, feeling aggrieved, but she didn't say anything, afraid that Jingyi would be unhappy, and she was so sensible that it made people feel distressed.
At that moment, Jingyi's heart suddenly tugged, and another thought emerged in his mind. Could it be that I really bound her and hurt her?
The two of them were in opposition and were silent for a long time.
Li Youwei held back her tears, held back the overflow of emotions, squeezed out a clear smile and said, "Master, are you going back now?"
"I have copied the Master's scriptures and can recite them."
Jingyi smiled and stroked her hair lovingly: "Good boy, tell your master honestly, do you really like scriptures?"
Li Youwei was stunned and then said, "I like it!"
Jingyi was very peaceful and smiled bitterly, "Really?"
Li Youwei bit her lip and was born to not lie. She lowered her head again, looked at her toes without saying a word.
"I have thought a lot about my teacher these days, especially his death, which made me feel a lot." Jingyi glanced at Zhibai's tombstone in a complicated way.
"I don't want to see you unhappy. I have helped you to be yourself countless times this year, but I have found that it is useless."
"So my teacher asks you very seriously, are you really interested in the ancient scroll of the blue lamp?"
Feeling the eyes of quiet like an elder, she suddenly no longer was so scared, and looked up and said sadly: "The disciples dare not deceive the master. In the past, every time they recite scriptures, they were washed."
"But now, every time I recite the scriptures is a test for me. I do not yearn for glory and wealth, nor do I stick to the fireworks of the world. I just... can't let him go."
"Master, can you help me?" Her eyes were red.
Jing Yi sighed in her heart. Although she had known the result for a long time, she still couldn't calm down when she heard the news.
Looking at the sky, it seemed that my shoulders were very heavy, and I said, "Youwei, I can't help you, please go down the mountain."
With a swish, Li Youwei's face turned pale, and the vegetable basket fell to the ground, and she grabbed Jing anxiously and said, "Master, I won't go anywhere, I'll be with you on Baiyu Mountain."
"Although I can't let him go, I'm satisfied to know that he's doing well!"
"I never thought of leaving. If I left here, my disciples would not be happy."
Jing Yi took a deep breath and looked at Li Youwei lovingly: "Don't be afraid, the master was wrong before, although I hate people like Qin Yun very much."
"But he has a right saying, love is fulfillment, not restraint."
"It's time to change many rules of Qingping'an. Otherwise, I don't know how many people will pay a heavy price for it in the next thousand years. That's how my mother was at the beginning."
Her eyes showed a hint of sadness, a hint of firmness and open-mindedness.
The wind blew, and the fallen leaves danced around him, accompanied by the rhythm of his body. At that moment, the head of Qingping Temple actually tore up the inner demon in an instant, and went further!
The whole person is full of energy!
Li Youwei could not feel it. Perhaps only Mr. Feng could feel that breath.
At this moment, Li Youwei was anxious and did not dare to speak for a while. She was afraid that her master would be unhappy, so she just tried to test her.
Jingyi looked directly at her with her eyes and said lovingly: "The master asked you to go down the mountain, not to drive you away. You can rest assured that the door of Qingping Temple will always be open to you."
"Some things have to go through once after all, and the taste, grudges and fate all depend on themselves."
"Go, do what you want."
"My teacher will look at you and be happy for you. If you are bullied, the master will go down the mountain to seek justice for you. Even if he is the number one master of the royal family, he may not be able to win!"
A calm tone, full of firmness!
Zhibai's death was considered a whale falling, which changed her too much.
After hearing this, Li Youwei burst into tears, her face was pale, she hugged Jingyi suddenly and choked, "Master!"
She was sad and moved, and even felt guilty! She couldn't say a word, but just kept calling out to the master.
...
A few hours later, Qin Yun rushed back to the palace, and many cabinet ministers were waiting in the imperial study.
On the desk, there were many golden wrinkles with different styles, obviously from different places, Qin Yun watched them one by one.
And every time he read a memorial, he would pass it on, allowing the cabinet ministers to read the contents.
"this……"
"What's going on? Nanzhao, Persians, the Five Barbarians and the Twelve Places, and Jurchen Huns actually sent letters at the same time, wanting to meet His Majesty!"
"East, east, south, north, and all together."
The ministers looked at each other, not understanding.
Qin Yun stood up and sneered: "It's a coincidence. These guys must have discussed the meeting with each other behind their backs, otherwise it would be impossible to be surprisingly consistent."
Gu Qitang narrowed his eyes and bent down and said, "Your Majesty, I see that something is wrong with this matter!"
"Yes, the Jurchens and us are already blushing and thick-necked. They are also here to meet?" Zhao Heng said suspiciously.
Qin Yun stroked his finger across the table and smiled and said, "It's certain that it's abnormal. I have a premonition. They came here by smelling it. If nothing unexpected happens, the target might be aimed at the red cannon!"