Chapter 038: You are Zen
Xu Weixiong is not only to the Western Chu deceased princess Jiang Nai is a big mountain, even sweet potato this good talk and not to fight for what the big maids, heard His Highness mentioned the second sister Xu Weixiong back to the house, all feel a burst of annoyance, but this depression was well hidden by her, if we talk about the acting skills, fresh human blood as rouge coated her seems to be more than Xu Fengyin more pure, His Highness inherited the great yellow court of cultivation, the Buddha and Taoism two doors have an acquired keen sense of the flow of qi, the general masters also have what young master uncle called “a feather does not add flies and insects fall” subtle sense. The flow of qi of the Buddha and Taoism have a kind of innate sensitivity, on the general masters also have young master granduncle so-called “a feather does not add flies do not fall” of the subtle sense, but still did not notice that the sweet potatoes around is not just a tail need to be fed before the plump koi carp, the royal residence inside the Qiankun BoDa, all kinds of bizarre doorway, even in his teenage years in Qingliangshan live under the son of His Highness! Do not dare to say that all see, at least that listen to the tide Pavilion nine floors, the ground floor of the two layers even the entrance have not been found, when the two and the second sister climbed up and down knocking walls chiseling walls have not succeeded, Xu Snapdragon happy to have two children busy at home, save him out of the house to add chaos, the second daughter of Xu Weixiong is good at yang, the eldest son of Xu Fengyian trickery, as long as the two guys stay together to titter, and even the big pillars of the country are alarmed.
Xu Fengyen intends to eat dinner with the east and west little girl and the north and south little monk, to go on the road, the hands continuous drawing circle, the servants and maids see only think it is interesting, the name is not see half a point, but mouths are touting His Royal Highness martial arts, Xu Fengyen, if he meets in the posture of the upper body shape of the body of the maids, they will mooch a couple of, sweet potatoes follow behind, do not think that, a small maid dare to compete with jealousy, accidentally in the Marquis door! If you’re not careful, you’ll be beaten to death with a stick if you don’t meet a strong master in a noble family.
Sweet potato is not so stupid as to go to bullying, do not want to and dare not. To say a word not dare to speak with people, seemingly sentimental His Highness is the real heartless person. This point, Sycamore Court green ants those personal maidservants, I’m afraid they have not found.
But this does not mean that sweet potatoes do not love His Highness, on the contrary, such a master, in order to let the high and mighty not inferior to the green bird half a point of sweet potatoes to sell their hearts.
Xu Fengyen was not clear about sweet potato’s complex mind, just laughed softly: ”This set of one hundred and eight styles with no name, is the bull riding don’t know from which nook and cranny touched out the good stuff, the more you practice the more interesting it is, you need to waist sinking taiji, step walk nine palaces, form yin and yang, gestures and chi are all purely natural, this circle can be a great deal of attention, constituting an endless circle, cyclic, meteorological, is very suitable for It’s a pity that it can’t be copied to the battlefield. Sweet Potato, if you like it, I’ll teach you.”
Sweet Potato accelerated his steps, his spectacular breasts that were second to none in Wutong Yuan were close to His Highness’ arm, a pair of autumn eyes smoky and hazy: “Then His Highness can teach the slave girl hand in hand.”
Xu Fenian head also does not turn, just take elbow quietly bumped the snow white breast pigeon under the clothes, as her chest trembled, the flavor will be rippled, obviously feel this plumpness of His Highness the World Son frivolously laughed: “Rather, you can draw one hundred and eight circles in your here.”
Sweet potato charming natural, tone is grudging: “Slave girl knows that your highness is just moving the skin of the mouth.”
Xu Fengyen did not refute, casually asked, “What do you think Rotten Mountain really means?”
Sweet Potato seriously thought about it and whispered, “The slave girl thinks that double cultivation is a lie, and making the White and Yellow Sects enemies with the Northern Liang Iron Cavalry is real.”
Xu Fengnian nodded and smiled, “That’s right on the money. The capital side has long been wary of the disobedient Western Region Tantric Sect, only that they can’t find a suitable reason to start, if they can have the Red Sect as an insider, they can’t rule out the possibility of us Northern Liang Iron Cavalry being a pawn again. As for the dual cultivation certificate, I have checked the secret record, is the last few years only out of the gossip, when not true, especially in my crown ceremony after the most intense, so I can see that I am a piece of meat and potatoes, and even the tantric female Dharma King are coveted. As for the capital that occupies the largest chessboard under the sky of the great powers, sixty-seven temple name posthumous name in only see the eyes of two words, one is ‘high’, cover the canopy with the sky said high, moral cover all things merit grand. One is ‘wu’, the military industry has light, open up the largest territory of the dynasty, thinking of dying after a thousand generations are called high wu emperor, has almost thought of going crazy.”
Sweet Potato’s face blanched slightly and said, “Your Highness, say this in a lower voice.”
Xu Fengnian laughed, “It’s fine, I dare to say it, but no one dares to hear it except you. Let’s not talk about this, sweet potato, how is that little girl’s painted eyebrows?”
Sweet Potato was obviously relieved, “For the time being, I only taught her the two types of Xiaoshan eyebrows and conch daisy. The little girl is learning quite fast.”
Xu Fengyen laughed, “As long as she wants to learn, she learns everything fast, old Huang taught her to bake fish and meat and groundnut, she learns faster than me, if she doesn’t want to learn, for example, that weaving straw sandals, sitting in the fishing boat, she can’t learn for a hundred years.”
Sweet potatoes see the eyebrows refreshing and usually not quite the same as His Highness, stunned out of his mind. Even after spending time together, she still seldom saw this kind of His Highness.
Formerly known as Red Musk, she bit her slender lips, then followed with a smile, born with a particularly foxy charm.
The great pillar country Xu primrose once laughed that this little girl, that is, into the palace as a consort can compete for favor undefeated.
The little girl scraped off half a catty of fat powder, learn sweet potato painted appropriate light makeup, really than not wipe the red makeup of her to be much more colorful, but in Xu Fengyen’s opinion or the previous plain face of the little girl is more pleasing to the eye.
The little monk, on the other hand, while reciting sutras, peeping and giggling.
Xu Fengyen was worried about the incense of the temple where the little monk was located.
Sweet potatoes are not qualified to eat on the table, Xu Fengyen is not the kind of master who spoils maids and maidservants and then deviates from everything, and the little girl and the little monk ate a vegetarian but delicious fasting rice and asked, “Miss Li, when will you go home, it’s going to be New Year’s Eve.”
The little girl’s eyes widened, injured, “Xu Fenian, you’re kicking people out?!”
Xu Fenian said dumbfounded, “Where, I am not afraid that your parents are worried.”
The little girl justified, “When I met you, you also said that you will not go home even if you starve to death in this life.”
Xu Fenian laughed: “A word of caution.”
The little monk who had been eating with his head down looked up and interjected, “Stuff, we really need to go back to the temple.”
The little girl angrily said, “Shut up.”
This mantra was something she had learned from His Highness the World Son.
The little monk viciously picked up two mouthfuls of rice, his cheeks bulging.
The little girl said with a red face, “Xu Fenian, sweet potato sister taught me to paint my eyebrows this afternoon, sounds more expensive than that tribute green swallow branch ah, this money will be made up to you when I get home.”
Xu Fengyen pretended to nod his head, stifled his laughter and said, “Okay, it’s true that in the jianghu, I’ve never heard of a warrior woman who owes money and doesn’t pay it back.”
The little girl liked this type of rhetoric and said triumphantly, “That’s true.”
Little monk straight-talking, a small bald head close to childhood sweethearts how many years will love and adore how many years of the little girl, worried: “things, I seem to have heard the master’s wife said you face this conch dai, dead expensive, a poet also wrote a hundred gold otter marrow for half a pair of e green, if you really pay back the money, I guess the master’s mantle is going to be empty.”
The little girl surprised ah ah, suddenly frowned sadly, the food is not so fragrant.
Xu Fengyen saw in the eyes, also did not speak out to comfort.
The little girl is blinking rainy mood blinking is sunny after the character, after eating, this owes money to the annoyance is thrown to one side, pulling the sweet potato sister continue to go to the room to learn the art of worship, in the family parents stingy, can not afford to give her to buy rouge, stupid north and south shedding is very shedding, but there is no money, have put out a cruel word that as long as he is the way to become a buddha, burned a few sherds, you can let her take it in exchange for a countless number of rouge, the results in exchange for A fist full of beatings from her. Xu Fengyen does not quite understand the feelings of young girls, do not go to the room to get involved, see the little monk took off the robe, holding a bucket of wooden planks squatting in the courtyard to clean, apparently in the little girl’s home temple is used to doing the cow and horse, skillful movements, Xu Fengyen squatting on the edge, looking at the green robe on a white moist ivory round hook, smiling but not saying anything.
The little monk nervously said, “Your Highness, this robe can’t be given to you as something fat money, I will be beaten to death by my master.”
Xu Fengnian laughed, “Don’t worry, I don’t want your robe. It’s fine for you to wear.”
The little monk was still a little wary.
Xu Fengnian asked, “I remember that abbot used to be a Taoist term, human heart abbot, heavenly heart abbot, a title for the leader of the ten jungles of the Taoist sect. How did it become yours in the Buddhist Sect?”
The little monk scrubbed his robe, he is a simple nature that recognizes death, didn’t hear the flirtation in His Highness’s words, and replied in a serious manner, “On the origin of the word abbot, the Tianzhu scripture Vimalakirti Sutra is one hundred years earlier than the Taoism ‘The Essence of the Life’, and besides, my master told me that the temple’s great abbot, although he only lives in a small bedroom of one zhang square, he is able to tolerate 3,000 small worlds and 3,000 lion forest. Listen to this, it’s so much more powerful than the Taoist doctrine of what is the heart of man and the heart of heaven. My master has never lost a debate with anyone, oh, just to my master’s mother.”
Xu Fenian was speechless, “You Buddhists are powerful, your master is even more powerful.”
Xu Fengyen saw Qingbird standing at the courtyard entrance, got up and walked over.
Qing Bird said solemnly, “It is reported that the Second County Lord broke away from the large group and rode solo, those two groups of Jianghu people are stupid and ready to head out of the city.”
Xu Fengyen took off the jade pendant on his waist and threw it to the green bird, narrowing his eyes, “This group of people are in a hurry to cast off? You go and bring two hundred riders from Feng Zi Camp, don’t forget to hold your crossbow and shoot them cleanly for me.”
Qing Bird turned around and left.
Xu Fengnian stood at the door.
Outside the door, killing opportunities were everywhere, but inside the door was peaceful.
The young monk dried the washed robe and looked into the room, “Another good day with clear skies. Li Zi, the master said I have no enlightenment, you also said I am stupid, our temple two Zen, I do not practice. You are my Zen, showy to see.”