[Xiu Xian] Master, let's talk about life

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Chen Xiuping remembered one thing.

Many years ago, he had such a conversation with Meng Xiaobao. At that time, Chen Xiuping was still high-spirited and believed that he could become the protagonist of this world. He looked at the beauties above the general level of the outer gate and asked Meng Xiaobao: "Most monks Are they all beauties?"

Meng Xiaobao shook his head and nodded again: "Not necessarily—but most successful monks are beauties." After a pause, he added, "There are few exceptions."

Chen Xiuping said convincingly: "But they are not all beautiful from the beginning, right? There is also a reason for their success in cultivation, right? It seems that what is given by God is not absolute."

Meng Xiaobao lowered his head and thought for a while: "That's true—in fact, it's hard to say that there is a unified standard for aesthetics, but that's from my point of view, many monks with outstanding talents are born beauties in everyone's standards."

Chen Xiuping wasn't talking about any serious topic with Meng Xiaobao, so after hearing Meng Xiaobao's words, he first laughed and said: "How many monks with outstanding talents have you seen?"

Meng Xiaobao smiled irrefutably, and said, "Probably..."

Thinking about it now, what Meng Xiaobao said still made sense.

In addition to the subtle changes in appearance, skin color and body posture, there may also be the so-called "immortal energy" emanating from the inside out due to the infiltration of heaven and earth aura.

The reason why he expressed the above emotion was not only because he was annoyed by so many courteous people at the banquet, but also because he saw Luo Xuemo when he was strolling in the garden between the banquets to avoid the crowd.

——No, to be precise, she is a girl whose facial features, body, skin color, appearance and age are extremely similar to Luo Xuemo's.

But this person is not Luo Xuemo, but Chen Xiuping can tell at a glance.

When Chen Xiuping saw Luo Xuemo for the first time, he was amazed and amazed, because the girl was like a light source, even though she was standing on the back of a huge tortoise, she was also like a group of stars bursting with starlight. Looking away, it is a kind of beauty that can't be explained if you want to explain it, like an elf who has fallen into the mortal world, only seeing the overall impression of flying like stardust, so that the five senses are ignored.

If you carefully distinguish Luo Xuemo's facial features, you will probably feel that they are very ordinary.

——It is indeed very ordinary, Chen Xiuping is sure now, because he has seen an ordinary girl who stripped away all the circles of light from Luo Xuemo, leaving only a naked body.

The name is "Qingying".

Chen Xiuping saw Qingying by the lake in Wangfu. She was frightened by a white pug and almost fell into the lake—after all, she didn't fall into the lake, but she fell into the reed grass on one side. Ye scratched across the girl's white arm, and red bloodstains soon appeared.

In the distance, three girls who looked like maids came running over—these three maids were even better than her in terms of facial features, which made Chen Xiuping, who had met Luo Xuemo, feel unbelievable.

The leading maid shouted from a distance: "Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan, are you okay?"

At first Chen Xiuping thought that "Yuanyuan" was calling "Luo Xuemo", but in fact, soon Chen Xiuping knew that "Yuanyuan" was the white Pekingese.

As soon as the maid ran close, she didn't care about her clothes at all, first she hugged Jingba in her arms, checked carefully, and saw that there was no damage, she breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at "Luo Xuemo" and said: "Qingba ,are you OK."

Only at this time did Chen Xiuping know that this girl who looked exactly like Luo Xuemo was called Qingying.

But at this time, Chen Xiuping still suspected that this was just Luo Xuemo's trick to trick him - after all, Luo Xuemo was a woman whose master had no choice.

Qingying shook her head, her face was indifferent, so she also showed a different kind of weakness, coupled with her pale skin, she was also lovable, she shook her head lightly, although tears had already accumulated in her eyes, Still whispered: "I'm fine."

At this time, Chen Xiuping became suspicious again, even if Luo Xuemo had some purpose, why did he wrong him so much?

Seeing what Qingying said, the leading maid smiled and said: "Look at your aggrieved appearance, after all, you are the master's heart, even if it bites you, there is nothing you can do about it, not to mention it hasn't touched a single hair of your hair, don't be wronged .”

Qingying lowered her head, with a faint blush on her face: "I'm not wronged."

Chen Xiuping looked at Qing Ying, who looked like a little flower, and always felt that she would be possessed by Luo Xuemo and violently murder someone in minutes, but she kept kneeling and sitting in the grass, which made Chen Xiuping feel uncomfortable all over, and Qing Ying, who made Chen Xiuping feel uncomfortable all over. Ying, even when the maid was full of doubts, added: "It's good that Yuanyuan is fine."

After hearing this sentence, Chen Xiuping thought: If this person is Luo Xuemo, Luo Xuemo will be able to fight hard enough.

This humble reaction obviously satisfied the three maids, and after saying "have a good rest", they turned and left complacently.

Chen Xiuping still looked at Qingying, she watched Qingying slowly get up from the reeds, carefully inspected her wounds, wiped off the dirt and grass clippings on her body, and then limped to the bluestone slab small road.

—just a poor girl.

Chen Xiuping thought so, so he regretted his watching, and wanted to go out to help her immediately.

At this moment, Qingying raised her head and looked in the direction where the three people and one dog left.

Chen Xiuping stopped in his tracks.

Qingying is still Qingying, but at this moment, the fierce gaze that looks like black mud is more like that of a hungry wolf who ran from the wilderness.

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When Chen Xiuping returned to the banquet, Chen Shengjue's eyes lit up, and he came over immediately.

Like a pug, he wagged his non-existent tail and asked courteously, "Shuhei, where did you go just now? Did you go to the garden? But I didn't find you."

Chen Xiuping said calmly: "Looked around to find out the cause of the accident."

Chen Shengjue suddenly realized, and said with distressed eyes: "There's no need to hurry, you can take a rest first."

Chen Xiuping didn't want to talk to this idiot anymore.

At this time, suddenly a man in charge came rushing over and whispered something to Chen Shengjue. After hearing this, Chen Shengjue's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly bid farewell to Chen Xiuping, and left in a panic. Chen Xiuping remained calm, The heart beat violently.

This so-called whisper was of course a joke to him, Chen Xiuping heard the steward's words clearly, the man said: "The emperor is here."

Tracing back to the source, Chen Xiuping's biggest enemy should be the emperor who is over sixty years old - but the emperor can't move easily, even if Chen Xiuping is a detached immortal cultivator, let alone Chen Xiuping doesn't bother to move.

Because let's not talk about winners and losers in ancient and modern times, it is simply the normal development of the law of heaven, and it is hard to say what deep feelings Chen Xiuping has for the palace.

The palace has supported him for a few years - but this is based on the premise that he has paid for his labor, that is to say, he and the prince of the palace are both in an employment relationship. In connection with the workload he has done as a minor, This kind of employment relationship is still unequal and does not make him happy, so the palace is neither a benefactor nor an enemy to him.

But among the people killed by the emperor, his mother was also included.

Although there was only a brief contact, the shock that the princess brought to his life back then was no less than an atomic bomb. That kind of deep emotion still nourishes Chen Xiuping's heart like nutrients, holding her warmth, Chen Xiuping It is impossible not to hate the emperor.

Looking at the emperor in casual clothes, sitting on a mahogany chair, with two mustaches, Chen Xiuping thought his mind was still fluctuating.

But when he took a closer look, Chen Xiuping was astonished—because the aura of destiny on the Holy Master's body had already faded. This can only explain one thing, this old man who still looks red now is about to die .

Compared with the sense of urgency of his enemy's imminent death, Chen Xiuping felt a blank shock first.

Even if he was once the ruler of the world, even if he had everything a mortal could have, when he dies, the heavens can deprive him of everything.

A kind of shock from the soul made Chen Xiuping fall into deep contemplation. He hid in the canopy on one side, listening to the rustling of the wind, the chirping of birds, and looking at the roof tiles and eaves, as well as the air in the air. The dust that flowed like musical notes, couldn't help but close his eyes.

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When he opened his eyes again, the streamer in his eyes had already restrained a lot.

The night has come, the moon and stars are thin, Chen Xiuping sits on the branch, suddenly feels very sad.

Although in meditation, Chen Xiuping still heard the conversation between the emperor and Chen Shengjue.

The emperor has regretted his self-willedness in the past. He feels that the heavens have given him a sign recently that he must make up for the mistakes he made in the past.

The strange thing is that Chen Xiuping didn't think it was necessary for the emperor to do this. He even felt that this belated soft-heartedness was a bit ridiculous. He looked at the void, his mind zooming in infinitely, sweeping the grains of leaves, the particles of soil , like a very high-precision scanner, covering a distance of several hundred meters, and then he heard such a conversation——

"Simply, let's not stop doing one thing."

The woman's voice was like rough sand, with a resolute sharpness, Chen Xiuping recognized that it was the voice of the concubine.

The projection of this scene soon appeared in his mind. Chen Xiuping saw the concubine sitting on the high chair, but Chen Chengjue was kneeling on the ground. Hearing what the concubine said, Chen Shengjue trembled violently. He looked at the concubine, His eyes were bloodshot: "Why, why do you have to do that? Your Majesty, Your Majesty also said that he would not do anything to us. Isn't it good that we continue to be idle princes?"

Under the dim light, the concubine's face looked like a stone statue made of cement. She was expressionless, with a firmness that could not be opposed: "Son, why are you so naive? Can you believe the emperor's words? Even if he doesn't do anything, Can Chen Dabao not do anything?"

Chen Shengjue fell to the ground: "But, that is the emperor after all."

The concubine smiled, her wrinkled face looked like a blue-faced hag in Ghostland, her voice was light and seductive: "Emperor? 20 years ago, he was just a farmer. If he can be an emperor, then You can too."

Chen Xiuping withdrew his mental energy and thought to himself: If you don't do it, you won't die. The old woman's heart is really big enough.

The author has something to say: Someone mentioned in the last chapter what Dabao's appearance looks like.

Well, the first thing we have to accept is that in the setting of this article, the appearance of a monk is not a constant value, but a process of rising fluctuations (...)

Secondly, vegetables and radishes have their own favorites, and there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people. A person's appearance will have different ratings in the eyes of different people.

Well, as our protagonist, his appearance cannot be generalized, so next we will analyze Chen Dabao's appearance from multiple angles——

Let's listen to the next chapter to break down...