Thinking of Ru Yi's pain last night, she closed her eyes again.
"Go to Qingling Mountain."
Suddenly she no longer had the desire to practice martial arts, and now she desperately just wanted to soothe her soul.
The carriage rumbles.
The Buddhist hall really has a soothing effect. Smelling the light sandalwood, my mood calmed down unconsciously.
The bells in the morning and the drums in the evening, the flowers and trees in the Zen room, and the fragrance of the clear distance, actually sat here until the afternoon.
When I walked out of the temple gate, I saw smoke lingering around me, and the stone steps were clean and not stained by dust.
Thinking that I will soon leave such a clean place and go to the colorful world, I can't help but feel a little sad.
She didn't want to go back to Beijing, but according to the temple's rules, she couldn't stay here overnight.
"Hanshuang, is there anyone around here? I don't want to go back."
"This..." Hanshuang thought of the several times he had chased her and felt a little embarrassed.
With a wry smile, Bai Yuyue knew what she meant and it was for his own consideration.
After all, she is not an ordinary person. If something happens to her, she cannot afford it.
After going down the mountain and just about to get on the carriage, she suddenly saw a group of people rushing toward her with murderous intent.
The leader, a fierce-looking young man wearing black clothes, rushed over.
Behind him, there were seven or eight big men, each holding a long stick in his hand.
Is this posture to commit murder on the street?
Hanshuang shouted: "Protect the princess!"
Several guards immediately jumped off their horses and showed their sharp knives.