Chapter 273 Mountain Temple Grass and Tree Depth

When the sun rose on the first day, the young man bathed in the morning light of the mountain temple had been soaked with all his clothes by the cold dew of the night. The clothes that had suffered from the cold and early morning dew were much heavier than ordinary, and the young man did not care at all. The sword in his hand rose through the sun like a horse, just like a dragon.

"What about you? Do you feel a little reluctant?"

The young man under the old pine stood up, and he gasped slightly with a fixed breath...

"Ha, you really like me."

The sword, after a little rest, the desolate blue frost sword flew out of the scabbard again. The exclusive swordsmanship of the Qingcheng School, seven, seven or forty-nine moves, each move is so simple, but each move contains infinite changes and magic.

"At least, no one has dared to talk to you like this, right?"

The sword in his hand seemed to sense the anger and resentment in the master's heart, and made a slight sound while making a move.

"..."

The owner of the sword restrained the sword, put the sword body horizontally in front of his chest, and rubbed his two fingers from the head of the sword to the end of the sword with his right hand. The silent tacit understanding passed on the body of the sword. The young man hooked his lips and overflowed a helpless smile, "Old man, are you helpless? Come on, come on, practice with me again!"

Turning back, the blue frost sword that could hold the thousands of miles of frost crossed a moonlight-like glory around him.

The sword in his hand came out like raindrops, and her echo in his mind rippled like ripples, constantly flipping and moving in his mind, as if there was a top martial arts master who hit a hundred in his head.

"Why did you leave me and ignore me, Lian Zhun? I miss you so much."

"Ding..." His sword came out of his hand! Meteors fly out! Nailed to the cypress tree closest to him.

The young man stood still and watched the world-shocking blue frost sword half plunged into the tree, and half ** in the air, making a wailing.

He stood in place and didn't want to walk over and pull out the sword, and Yan, whom he had been proud of, did not return, and he could not show it calmly as usual.

"Be careful." An old man's voice came from behind him.

This young man is Lu Shen, the second son of Lu Can, the most energetic young general at present. When Lu Shen heard the words, he immediately turned around and saluted the old man in Taoist clothes, "Master."

The old man in a Taoist uniform is about 80 years old. His hair and beard are snowy silvery white. Although his beard is already white, his spirit is very good. His face is ruddy, and his eyes are shining brightly. Looking at the most proud disciple in front of him, there is a faint concern in his eyes.

Lu Shen lowered his head slowly in front of this pair of eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything.

"You have been practicing all night. You are tired enough. Go back and have a rest." Lao Dao didn't see any special movements. He raised his hand slightly, and the blue frost sword inserted in the tree came to his hand. He walked over and handed the hilt of the sword to Lu Shen, "Go back."

This sentence back makes Lu Shen understand that what the master said was not to go back to his room in the mountain temple, but to go back to the Hou Mansion in the capital.

But he... doesn't want to go back.

This is Liangfu Temple in the land of Gyeonggi Province.

The only place on the mountain with a living atmosphere. The temple is solemn and the Buddha is solemn. At the foot of the mountain is still a solemn winter day. The temple is surrounded by many green trees and deep vegetation.

The locals said that this place is sheltered by the Buddha, so the vegetation is blessed. However, such a place was given the nickname of "Liangfu Temple".

This is the place where Lu Shen grew up and where he learned martial arts. The old man with white hair in front of him seems to be his master, but in fact, Lu Shen and his relationship is deeper than his own father, Lu Can, Beihou.

Naturally, he can't hide the emotions in his heart at this time, which is a powerful teacher.

He doesn't want to hide it, but he doesn't know how to say such an unspeakable voice to his master.

What do you say? Is it possible that he had to tell his teacher himself that he was frivolous and frivolous by a little woman who had just recovered from the death line during the day yesterday? Or tell his master that after he was frivolous yesterday, he was actually not angry. Even when she said she liked herself, he still had a trace of joy?

What did this make a cold-faced young general say?

Lou Yunshang...

He took the blue frost sword in the master's hand and put it back into the scabbard.

"No matter how sharp the sword is, you still need a scabbard in the end." The master said this when he picked up the sword. Lu Shen looked up at his master in a frze. He moved his lips for a long time, and he seemed to understand what the master meant.

The old man looked at his most proud little disciple and nodded, "Either chase the red dust or guard it. Both are very good. Don't make such a self-resentful look, General Lu."

Lu Shen's face turned red, but he was also curious. How could a master who has been a monk all his life be so clear about men and women in the world?

The master glanced at him, shook the wide Taoist robe, turned away, and disappeared into a green pine and cypress.

"Second young master, you are really here. The marquis has been looking for you for a long time." On the corridor, a little boy in blue came. Lu Shen saw his appearance clearly, "Cha Ling, why are you here?"

Tea age is his eldest brother's close child, but I don't know why this tea age doesn't seem to have changed his height over the years. It has always been the same as when he was 15 years old, and his real age at this time is one year older than himself.

Cha Ling also sweated all over in this winter. "The second young master, the master and the young master are looking for you. I'm afraid there is something to do in the palace. Huh? Second young master, haven't you slept all night? Why is your face so bad?"

Lu Shen waved his hand. Since his father and eldest brother were looking for him, naturally something important had happened. He couldn't delay for a while. He took the tea age to the temple and hurriedly said goodbye to the master, and then went down the mountain.

In fact, some great things really happened in Miyagi.

For example, the worry-free princess, who had been sentenced to death by the imperial doctors, woke up alive.

This news surprised the emperor Feng Zijing and rewarded all the imperial doctors, especially Dr. Zhao, who gave important clues, who was promoted three levels overnight and became the dean deputy of the hospital. Now, even the little maid who sweeps the yard knows that if anyone can The worry-free princess is happy, the emperor will be rewarded, and the future is unlimited.

Yunshang, who woke up, looked a little bad and sick. She leaned against the window all day long and stared at the white sky outside the window.

Spring is coming.

Even the cold in the wind has reduced a lot, but there was a person who was still missing. She always woke up these nights and felt in a trance that there seemed to be something in danger, but there was no conclusive evidence or any news from the dark camp.

Actually, she hasn't been to ask about the dark camp for a long time. However, there should be nothing wrong with Wen Ruotu and Han Wu blame in the dark camp.

Since he woke up, Feng Zifeng was overjoyed. The joy in his eyes made the cold-faced emperor, who was famous for his ice face, a little more lively. However, he seemed to have a lot of state affairs delayed these days, so he was so busy that he could not see him all day.

Everyone else is happy, but there is a person who seems to be out of the matter of waking up.

Feng Zixiang.

The mysterious little princess came to visit her on the day she woke up, with tears in her eyes and looked particularly excited. After that, she heard Xiangxiang and Gu Zitao mention it more than once. Her Royal Highness did not come to visit her once during her illness.

If you don't come to see it when you are sick, you have to cry at this time. What is not a false benevolence? What is not a play? But Yunshang is curious about who is going to show her such a false benevolence and such a scene?

The answer to this question was when Lou Yunyu visited him, and Yunshang felt that he seemed to have found a little bit.

On that day, Lou Yunyu said that after Lu Shen returned to Beijing, Feng Zixiang had been to Lu Can's Hou's house twice, but Lu Shen did not see her for an excuse.

And this time, the heavy responsibility of looking for tequila when she was sick was shouldered by Lu Shen.

This is probably the woman who has a good impression on Lu Shen, who seems to be a little jealous, right?

For the feelings of this little woman, Yunshang smiled and didn't take it to heart at all.

And she herself has not realized what kind of bad luck and disaster she will bring to her and the people around her.

Ten days later, Princess Wuyou finally moved back to her lotus heart.

From the Chixia Hall to the Lianxin Xiaozhu, it was just a few alleys, but it was personally escorted to the house by Feng Zifeng sent by a royal carriage. Twenty-six guards alone were sent, echoing back and forth, as if the emperor was on patrol.

This glory and honor made Yunshang flattered.

What's more, other people who are watching the situation of the imperial court can see the current situation and the trend clearly.

When the carriage stopped, Yunshang still leaned against the carriage and did not move. Her fingers curled up slightly because she was worried and trembled slightly on her knees.

For a long time, Min Yan came over happily to open the curtain and giggled at her, "Welcome the princess back home!" Behind him were all the servants in Lianxin Xiaozhu, and everyone's faces were full of smiles and bowed to her.

And there was no smile in the eyes of the thin woman wrapped in silver fox fur standing on the car.

That person...

is still not there.