The central part of the island in the middle of the lake should be like a fairyland on earth. In the center is a pavilion built with hollow techniques, with flying eaves and flowing pavilions. It is exquisitely carved, with brackets and cornices. It is light and graceful, elegant but not ostentatious. The pavilion Surrounding it is a corridor made of white jade terraces, and the surrounding area is filled with rose-colored peach blossoms, which are blooming very happily, even in such weather.

Qin Mu thought viciously that the pavilions on the small island in the middle of the lake were probably built by some generation of family owners in the Sikong Mansion specifically to please their concubines.

The sweet smell in the air is getting stronger and stronger, as if it comes from the peach blossoms.

Sikong Wenzheng's back was very miserable. The thorny forest made his already tattered clothes even more tattered. There was even a leaf on his head, but he stood upright and motionless, all his eyes focused on the woman in white on the pavilion. , shouting "Ahhhh", as if he was adapting and eager to express something.

Sitting on the white jade corridor was an old monk wearing a monk's robe that could no longer be seen and a red cassock. The old monk was meditating and chanting sutras to the woman in white. What came out of his mouth was Most of the scriptures appeared in the form of golden Sanskrit words the size of tofu cubes. These Sanskrit words seemed to attack the woman in white consciously. However, there was a ripple on the pavilion, as if there was a water curtain, stubbornly blocking the woman in white. and in the middle of the pavilion.

Qin Mu looked at the monk with envy. He knew that the golden Sanskrit words spit out from the monk's mouth were not simple scriptures, but a kind of charm. The only difference between him and Qin Mu was that it was instantaneous or voice-activated. Yes, Qin officials must rely on the judge pen, which consumes a lot of spiritual energy.

Qin Mu watched the old monk's golden Sanskrit words being thrown at the attic one by one as if they were free of charge. The water curtain in front of the attic had many ripples, as if it would be shattered at any time. It felt like an assault cannon, and the water curtain The curtain is somewhat similar to Chonghua's impregnable character.

Qin Mu remembered that Xiao Qi said that the last wave of people who came here was a monk. Because Qin Mu met the monk's body on the road, he preconceived that the monk was the last wave of people who came here.

But it seems not to be the case now. Although the old monk looked a little tired, it did not disturb his singing voice at all. According to Xiao Qi's statement, it has been three months since the old monk came here.

After three months of continuous attacks, the old monk could still sit there calmly. This was a waste of spiritual power alone.

The woman in white frowned and looked at Sikong Wenzheng, but she couldn't tell whether she was looking at Sikong Wenzheng or Qin Mu, who was behind him. Her eyes were timeless, as if they spanned thousands of years.

I only heard her say leisurely: "You are back."

Sikong Wenzheng said "Ah" twice, but couldn't say what he wanted to say. Qin Mu was confused. Although his voice was not loud and pleasant at the police station before, he could still say it. The key is not to stutter when speaking. With unclear speech, at least people can understand what he is saying.

Qin Mu wondered if this guy accidentally choked on a piece of hair that fell off the water monkey when he was just crossing the water. Thinking of this, he thought of the things floating in the smelly ditch. Qin Mu felt My stomach was cramping.

Sikong Wenzheng said "ah" for a long time before he uttered a sound. However, the sound already sounded abnormal, as if he was being strangled by the neck. To put it harshly, Sikong Wenzheng's voice was like that of an old eunuch in the palace.

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"I... am back..." Sikong Wenzheng spat out these words, panting from exhaustion, as if he had put in a lot of effort.

When Qin Mu heard this, he was very happy. What are you two arguing about? This conversation sounds like the husband comes home from work and the wife cooks at home. Wait, wife?

Qin Mu squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the woman in white in front of him. Her white clothes were a bit like the little dragon girl in the ancient costume drama. Even her long hair was tied up with a white hairband like the ancients. Qin Mu looked at it,

I wonder if this girl likes ancient people very much. She even wears such classical clothes when going out.

Taking a closer look at the other party's face, Qin Mu couldn't tell where he had seen her before, but she looked familiar. Thinking about it, he felt relieved. Maybe this girl had some similarities with some movie star. She had been with Xiaobai in recent months.

If you watch too much TV, it is normal for your eyes to become familiar.

As he watched, the girl suddenly grinned at Qin Mu. As soon as the smile appeared, Qin Mu suddenly understood why Sikong Wenzheng was so fascinated. She was clearly a beautiful woman.

Classic beauties, men like Sikong Wenzheng should be very fond of them, even after they die and leave.

Sikong Wenzheng became active again and jumped towards the attic where the beauty was. Qin Mu was confused. She had seen him jumping by the lake from the beginning. Wasn't this guy walking well before? Why could he only jump now?

Yes, could it be that you walked too fast before and your feet were sprained?

It's not surprising that Qin Mu wanted to play such a prank. The guy was walking so fast in the busy city before, even Zhao Laoshi couldn't catch up with his electric car, and he even knocked Qin Mu off his feet.

But before he jumped a few times, the old monk next to him who had been meditating and chanting sutras with his eyes closed suddenly stretched out a hand and waved casually. There seemed to be a strange air current in the air, and Sikong Wenzheng was the first to feel it.

He was blocked from the waist and beaten away.

That was really a blow. I had fought against Sikong Wenzheng before, so I knew that this guy was very strong. The old monk just waved his hand gently, and Sikong Wenzheng flew away like a cannonball.

Qin Mu couldn't hold it back, "Holy shit, qigong!" There was a bit of envy in his words. Chonghua didn't teach him this back then, but he only taught him how to practice his voice. Every man had a martial arts dream when he was young, but he couldn't help it.

Not to mention that Jin Yong Gulong has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but Chonghua is obviously unique.

The old monk stopped chanting, and those golden Sanskrit words submerged into the water curtain in front of the pavilion. It was like something had reached a critical point. The quantitative change finally caused a qualitative change. The water curtain slightly rippled, and a wave of waves spread from the place where it rippled.

Small cracks radiated like spiders. No matter how stupid Qin Mu was, he could see clearly that the defense had been broken.

The old monk opened his eyes, looked in the direction of Qin Mu, and shouted: "Amitabha, thank you so much, donor."

Qin Mu was confused and looked at the old monk with a strange look. What did he just do?

When the water curtain disappeared, the woman in white on the attic spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Qin Mu with resentment. Qin Mu could feel it even though his back was turned to her, and he was even more confused, thinking that it was this old monk.
Chapter completed!