Twenty-four, what do you mean

In April, Yanyu Garden.

In the early morning, Yu Qingcun had just finished practicing martial arts and was sweating profusely. Housekeeper Yu quickly handed over the sweat towel and tea. Yu Qingcun took the sweat towel and roughly wiped it, and took a little sip of tea. He only felt comfortable and couldn't help but feel happy. In the past few months, he has followed Jinglian's instructions, picked up the martial arts taught by Shen Fang that day, practiced them every day, and gradually became stronger.

When he handed back the sweat towel, he raised his eyes and saw a full of relief on the housekeeper Yu's face. He stopped for a moment, and then smiled at Lao Yu.

When the housekeeper Yu saw him smile like this, he almost couldn't help crying and was very excited. The child has finally figured it out over the years. Seeing that he was diligent in practicing every day and strong, his smile gradually increased, as if he had let go of those things.

After bathing, Yu Qingcun changed his spring shirt and went to the retreating Sixuan.

The weather in April will be exhausted. The willow catkins all over the sky are flying lightly. This time, it is worrying.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, two more poems appeared in Yu Qingcun's mind. It's hard to see spring for a long time. Why do you look at it every time?" He whispered gently that Shen Fang and Jinglian, the two images kept separating and overlapping, but they were so complicated and confusing.

In front of the stream returning to the pavilion that day, Jinglian was affectionate and indifferent for a while. Every time he thought of it, he was always puzzled.

"Qingcun, you should believe in me." What do you believe? Do you believe that you still love me? But how will that monk's costume be explained? What's more, the subsequent sentence "jade benefactor" was so cold.

It's just that over the years, it has indeed been the previous sentence, which has given him great support. From this, he really began to practice martial arts as Jinglian told him. Maybe there will be some surprises on the road ahead... He clearly remembered the anxiety and concern on Jinglian's face that day, and clearly remembered the infinite tenderness in his eyes when he said that... Only this tenderness was almost impossible for him to confirm.

Yu Qingcun's thoughts surged, and his emotions in his eyes were uncertain.

In any case, with the passage of these days, his inner uncertainty and the struggle because of this uncertainty are indeed gradually accumulating. The Jinglian didn't see any movement in the end. I even heard that he had made a lot of achievements for the New Dynasty.

After all, Guangtai Temple is a royal temple with magnificent architecture.

After the tall mountain gate, the 999 steps extend wide and straight upwards. At the end are several staggered Buddhist halls, surrounded by cigarettes, making the mountains and forests and blue fog, which is so solemn.

Yu Qingcun wore a long coat and floated in the wind. At this time, he was standing in front of the hall. But when I saw the incense guests, I devoutly worshiped the Buddha. In the hall, the sound of the monks chanting sutras is melodious, which makes people feel more melancholy. But I didn't see the figure of Jinglian in the eyes.

I heard that I was looking for Master Jinglian, and I saw that Yuqing's temperament came out of dust. He was born with a period of romantic and beauty. The monk did not dare to neglect it and spread the words. At all times, a twelve- or three-year-old young monk came, with a beautiful face and clever eyes, which was quite cute.

But when he jumped slightly to Yu Qingcun, he asked with some curiosity, "Mr. Yu?" On one side, those eyes slipped Yu Qingcun all over in the morning. Yu Qingcun nodded with a smile. When the little monk saw it, he couldn't help but feel dazzled. But after a while, Fang said, "Sir, please follow me."

Along the way, the little monk chatty and kept talking excitedly. He said that his name was Jue Hui. A few months ago, the abbot of Jinglian came to the temple. Seeing that he was happy, he took him under his seat. Now he is responsible for the daily life of Master Jinglian, but there are some miscellaneous things about the master, etc., which are all passed on by him. Jue Hui was very proud of his words. When it came to Jinglian, his expression was even more admirable.

But when he saw that he looked at Yu Qingcun with big eyes, his eyes turned around a few times and said strangely, "The master has never received outside guests in the clean room. Even if the emperor came, he only went to the front hall to meet him. Today, I asked me to lead my husband away. It's so strange..."

Yu Qingcun only smiled and did not answer. Jue Hui was puzzled. Seeing that he was like this, it was not convenient to ask in detail. After that, he walked a little dull.