Chapter 401 Shenglian

Ye Yingru didn't seem to hear Xin Xian's irony. She took a breath and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"No more." Qin Yan thought for a moment and added, "I admire the profound Dharma of Miss Xinghe."

A thrilling joy flashed in Ye Yingru's eyes. She raised her hands and put them down. She said at a loss, "Yulang, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you..."

"It doesn't matter." Even if it's a real misunderstanding, it doesn't matter. Qin Yan doesn't care. Whether others trust or not, as long as it does not affect the path, it has nothing to do with yourself.

Xinxian curled his lips, shook his head and walked out sighing: "Poor girl... He can't deceive others, but he can lie to you!" Out of the door, the sighing Yu Yun just fell into the ears of the cold young man who was guarding outside. Their eyes were separated at a touch, and the murderous spirit on their bodies was uncontrollable. Xinxian Shiran walked past him and felt the gradually boiling anger in someone's chest behind him. The smiles at the corners of his lips spread, and his whole beautiful face was both contemptuous and proud.

In the study, Ye Yingru repaved a piece of drawing paper, carefully looked at Qin Yan for a moment, then quickly spread folds with the pen, and then outlined traces of different depths. Qin Yan's various complicated skills dazzled. He recalled that he had painted a portrait for Mu Chengxue in Qingwei, which could only be described as ugly.

I can't play with this kind of big scholarly thing at all!

Qin Yan stood for a long time, staring at Ye Yingru's burning eyes, and finally waited until she finished painting. He leaned over and saw a high-spirited young general jumping on the paper, as if he was about to come out of the paper, awe-inspiring and powerful. Even though he didn't care about it, he couldn't help praising: "Okay!"

Ye Ying blushed and said, "I'm going to frame it and hang it in the study."

"Well, this is too ostentatious. I have always been modest and low-key..."

Liu Wanyun interrupted lightly: "It doesn't matter. Anyway, no one knows you." She turned to Ye Yingru and said, "Well, you are also satisfied. You can see it every day in the future. You won't be afraid now, will you?"

Ye Yingru's cheeks turned redder, lowered her head and whispered, "Yulang, we may not see each other until a while..."

"Don't worry, he will stay here honestly and wait to see you again!" Liu Wanyun glanced at Qin Yan, which meant: You can go.

Leaving two women to continue whispering in the study, Qin Yan took off his armor and left. However, as soon as he stepped out of the door, he met his fierce and cold eyes. The tall young man's right hand had been pressed on the hilt of the sword, and the murderous atmosphere accumulated in his pupil seemed to be pregnant with a hungry beast, intending to swallow him up.

"At three o'clock today, I will wait for you from the south!" Li Gao stared at him, word by word, slowly bursting out of his teeth.

Qin Yan shook his head: "Sorry, I'm not free." Instead of looking at the sharp reaction, he went straight past him and walked away.

When the two were staggered, the sharp right shoulder trembled, and the murderous intent overflowed at that moment was as strong as a jar of broken wine, which turned into a substance entangled in Qin Yan's heart. However, he did not take action after all, although his fingers were almost embedded in the hilt of the sword. He didn't even look back for fear of losing his mind. For the abhorrent man behind him, he decided to deal with him in a way that Miss could accept!

Qin Yan followed the road he walked yesterday to the lake and pond. From afar, he saw a wonderful scene of white petals flying in the wind. The petals seemed to start from the bottom of the lake and seemed to be illusory, wrapping up the small pavilion on the shore. Qin Yan looked at it with extreme eyes and looked through the gorgeous petals, but he did not see Ye Xinghe in the pavilion.

She is not here...

Qin Yan was a little disappointed, and then he had doubts. Since she is not here, where do these petals come from?

He stepped forward and bathed his body in the beautiful colors woven by the lingering soft wind and graceful fragrance. As he slowly approached the empty pavilion, he suddenly heard a melodious sound of flute at the end of the lake.

In an instant, it was like the first bloom of ice lotus in a snowy mountain, which reflected the extremely clear and crystal light into my heart. The golden sun spreads warmth and reflects a pool of sparkling light. The song is like jade washed by holy water, pure without any impurities, but it praises the ancient charm.

Qin Yan lost his mind for a moment and thought that he had met his old friend again in a trance. I woke up and listened attentively, but it was a completely different tune.

Different from Yu Hanyan, it is also different from Muchengxue. The sound of the flute is leisurely and swinging, without any condensation, as if it wants to introduce people to the pure land. During the gentle swing, there is only the compassion of all sentient beings, without any self- Sorrow.

Qin Yan listened and gradually frowned. This tune is beautiful. It is empty and supreme, but it has lost itself. It should not be in the hands of human beings. Who can achieve the great compassion and liberation without me, except the Buddha who shines in the three worlds?

The elegant joy should be sad but not hurt, but this cheerful song caters to all sentient beings in the world. However, at this time, Qin Yan began to feel that the extremely sad tune of Yu Hanyan and Mu Chengxue in the past was more memorable, because at least it was out of their heart...

He followed the rhythm of the sound of the flute and passed through thousands of raised petals. Although the leaves are not touched and try to integrate into the pulse of the day, they finally show a trace of discord with the surrounding environment due to their self-obssession. Halfway, he heard a trace of ripples in the sound of the flute. As the distance approached, the trace of incongruity became clearer and clearer, and finally it was no longer as quiet and dusty purity at the beginning.

The piper seemed to be far away from the other side of the lake, but he had already found him, an uninvited guest.

Qin Yan stopped, and the sound of the flute stopped abruptly. During a slight pause, countless petals have been stained with his clothes. With a gentle touch, they have scattered and dissipated in the void.

These petals do not come from reality, but are transformed by the pure and beautiful ideals in people who play the flute. This man's understanding of the road is extremely profound, and he can communicate with the road with the sound of the flute and evolve into a "sky drop". However, it seems that his Taoist heart is also flawed, otherwise it will not fluctuate because of the arrival of Qin Yan.

All the petals disappeared, the pavilion returned to tranquility, and everything looked the usual. Qin Yan said loudly to the empty lake, "Which Taoist friend plays the flute here? Can you come out and meet?"

As soon as the words fell, it seemed to be an illusion. A white figure appeared in the junction of Tianshui and the rippling sun, which was so unreal in the bright light. The waves were turbulent, pushing her illusory figure to a dark cyan "soil" in the distance, and finally condensed into a real image. The man paused, and Ling Bo walked slightly.

Every step she took, a white lotus rose in the lake and lifted her feet. So step by step, under Qin Yan's slightly astonished gaze, he soon came close to him.