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Volume 3 Smiling Proud Chapter 114 Birthday Banquet

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    Chapter 114 Birthday Banquet

    Xiao Yuesheng walked up to her slowly, shook his head and smiled: "If you have to be merciful, please be merciful. This is a pure place in Buddhism, why do you have to see blood?!"

    The girl frowned, rolled her eyes at him, and thought he was verbose, and hummed: "If my martial arts were not good enough, I would have been killed by them long ago. I only took one of their ears, which is already very merciful!"

    Monk Juekong also rushed over, clasped his hands together, and pronounced the Buddha's name, saying: "Female donor, be compassionate, the cycle of cause and effect, you reap what you sow, don't be too intense"

    "The little monk is so annoying! Why are you joining in the fun?!" The girl scolded, her eyebrows raised, she glared at him rudely, and the sword in her hand shook, as if to intimidate him.

    For Xiao Yuesheng, she could feel the suffocating majesty. Although she was dissatisfied, she did not dare to be presumptuous, but she had no scruples for the little monk Juekong.

    Juekong had helped her resist for a while, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to take this breath away. She was originally very grateful, but he betrayed her and went against her. It was unreasonable, and she became angry and burst out.

    Juekong was scolded all over his face, but he was not annoyed. He clasped his hands together, lowered his head and said nothing, with a calm expression.

    The four men put their swords back into their scabbards and looked at the girl quietly, their eyes burning, their gazes getting brighter, and their energy soaring.

    Xiao Yuesheng said calmly: "If you have any grudges and want to distinguish between life and death, you might as well leave the temple to resolve it. There will be no blood in the temple."

    After saying that, he disappeared in a flash and appeared at the door of the Zen room. A distance of more than ten feet passed by in a flash.

    Wearing a light green blouse, Xiao He was holding an umbrella and flashed beside him at the same time. She was good at Qinggong and Shenfa, so it was extremely easy to keep such a distance.

    She looked at Xiao Yuesheng, put away her umbrella, and put it at the door of the room. She glanced at the people in the courtyard and followed Xiao Yuesheng into the house.

    "Everyone was surprised. They didn't expect that his Qing Gong was so good. This skill alone was already terrifying.

    The girl stamped her feet, causing the rain to splash everywhere, but she didn't care. She glared at the four of them hatefully, pouted her lips, and said coquettishly: "You're lucky, I'll let you go today. If you keep chasing after me, you'll be fine."  Watch out for my sword!"

    After saying that, he turned around, jumped up and down, and landed in the light in front of the Zen room. He turned around and glared at the four people again. Unwilling to accept it, he turned around and walked in.

    The four people looked at each other for a long time, then rushed to Monk Juekong and clasped their fists, and walked out of the temple gate. The sound of horse hooves sounded, the sound was dull, and gradually faded away.

    Monk Juekong watched the four people leave, stepped forward, closed the temple door, and then returned to the Zen room. The girl was already sitting opposite Xiao Yuesheng, holding a bowl of porridge, drinking it very sweetly, with a look of intoxication on her face.  color.

    Before she could eat enough, she was chased by someone. After a while, she was already hungry, not to mention the porridge made by Xiao He was so delicious.

    "Female donor, your clothes are already wet, you'd better change your clothes first." Monk Juekong looked concerned and advised harmoniously.

    "Hmph, you have to take care of it!" The girl gave him a roll of her eyes and angrily yelled at him. She still drank the porridge beautifully, the steam was steaming, and her fair-skinned jade forehead was already covered with sweat.

    Her forehead is quite full, and she looks indescribably comfortable. Matched with her slightly sunken eyes, she looks like a mixed-race beauty from later generations.

    " Xiao Yuesheng shook his head slightly. This girl, at a glance, knew that she was a pampered rich lady. She was either rich or noble.

    Xiaohe said softly: "Little master, your clothes are also wet."

    "The young monk has a strong body and is fine." Monk Juekong said hurriedly, the breath in his body was flowing, and in the blink of an eye, the white air was steaming, and the monk's clothes were fluttering, blowing up like a balloon.

    "Hmph, are you showing off your inner strength?!" The girl snorted, curled her lips, and glanced at Juekong with disdain.

    Juekong was helpless and not angry. In a short while, the monk's clothes were dry, he sat on the futon and started eating.

    Xiao Yuesheng was holding the jade cup, looking at the heavy rain outside, listening to the sound of rain in his ears, taking a sip of sapphire wine from time to time, and the words whispered by Xiao He and the girl came to his ears from time to time.

    Listening to their whispers, Xiao Yuesheng knew that the girl's name was Huang Sisi, and she was being chased by the four people just now because she had stolen the sword manual of the Silver Sword Soul Chasing Master Song. They chased her all the way, making her extremely embarrassed.

    She stole Mr. Song¡¯s sword manual for no other reason than out of curiosity and wanted to borrow it to see what the subtlety of the Soul-Chasing Sword Technique was.

    Unexpectedly, these people regarded the sword manual as so important. They just glanced at it and wanted to return it, but they chased after it and did not want to return it.

    likeIn this way, the four of them are in hot pursuit, trying to get the sword manual back. Mr. Song's fiftieth birthday is coming soon. If he can't get the sword manual back, he won't have the shame to hold a birthday party, so the pressure is very tight.

    "If she hadn't been forced so hard and her attitude was so bad, she wouldn't have been so serious. She had already read the sword manual, imprinted it in her mind, and kept it on her body, which was of no use.

    " Xiao Yuesheng shook his head. This rich young lady really didn't know the dangers in the world, didn't know the seriousness of the matter, and was so naughty that she got into this big trouble.

    "Little sister, Mr. Song's fiftieth birthday is coming soon. Will you make him angry by slandering him like this?" Xiao He asked worriedly.

    "Humph, this old man is so bad. How can he be so angry if I borrow his sword manual? He is so careful and he will be pissed to death a long time ago!" The girl Huang Sisi snorted disdainfully.

    "Xiao He sighed sweetly: "Sister, you are making trouble for Tai Sui. It is said that this silver sword is very powerful at chasing souls."

    Huang Sisi didn't care and said softly: "Although the soul-chasing sword skills are good, they are not good at it, so it's no big deal!"

    Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and gave a wry smile. He really didn't know what the young people nowadays were thinking, so he stopped listening to their whispers, turned to Juekong Yiheshen, and said: "I'm going back to rest, and I have to say goodbye first!  "

    "Donor, please do as you please." Monk Juekong put down his bowl and clasped his hands together as a gift.

    Xiao He was talking excitedly to Huang Sisi when he saw Xiao Yue getting angry and hurriedly got up.

    Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand: "Xiao He, you can talk to this girl here, I can go back and sleep by myself."

    After saying that, without waiting for Xiao He to speak, he turned around and left the meditation hall, walked through the corridor, and returned to his meditation room.

    The rain was pouring down, but it still showed no sign of letting up, and the humidity was very thick.

    He returned to the Zen room, lit a candle, illuminated the room, and lit a stick of ambergris. The fragrance was lingering, refreshing.

    Sitting cross-legged on the couch, he raised his big hand, and the Yao Qin placed on the table immediately floated up and flew slowly to him. He put his hand on it and pressed the Yao Qin onto his lap.

    The patter of rain outside, hitting the eaves, carries an inexplicable rhythm, making people feel calm and depressed.

    He closed his eyes slightly, raised his hand, and the sound of cong-cong suddenly floated out, flowing slowly, like the water of a small river in a deep valley.

    Huang Sisi and Xiao He were talking, and they had a good conversation. Xiao He always stayed in Xiao Mansion and often served Xiao Yuesheng. During banquets, he would also stand aside and serve tea and cups. After hearing and seeing, he was naturally knowledgeable.  rise.

    Although Huang Sisi came from an extraordinary background, she rarely came out and was not very knowledgeable about the world. She and Xiao He complemented each other perfectly.

    "Sister Xiaohe, listen, is this the sound of the piano?" Huang Sisi suddenly raised her hand, listened, and said to Xiaohe hurriedly.

    "This is my master playing the piano." Xiao He nodded.

    The sound of the piano, Cong Cong, passed through the sound of the continuous rain, without weakening, reaching their ears. They suddenly felt peaceful in their hearts, and all kinds of distracting thoughts gradually disappeared.

    "This is played by your master?!" Huang Sisi was surprised, her bright eyes widened, and they became rounder and brighter, with bright eyes.

    "Well, my master likes to play a song as a pastime when he has nothing to do." Xiao He nodded, not thinking it was a big deal.

    As the sound of the cong-cong gradually came, Huang Sisi's face became more and more surprised. Finally, her face became intoxicated and she listened intently. She seemed not to hear Xiaohe's words.

    Seeing her like this, Xiaohe smiled and looked quite proud. He stopped talking and listened to the sound of the piano quietly, feeling the tranquility in the sound.

    On this day, the weather was clear and the temperature was not so hot. It had a rare coolness, which was really a blessing from God.

    Song¡¯s shop was very lively, because Mr. Song¡¯s fiftieth birthday was held by Silver Sword Chasing Soul. There was a banquet for guests, and martial arts heroes came to congratulate him on his birthday. There was an endless stream of people coming and going.

    At noon, as the banquet was about to begin, people poured into the Song Mansion. There were a dozen tables set up above the hall and in the front yard outside the hall. The people were noisy and extremely lively.

    In the inner house, it was extremely quiet. Mr. Song was sitting in the study, holding a book in his hand, his expression was calm, but there was a hint of gloom between his brows.

    Zhou Huairen, the eldest disciple next to him, looked at his master carefully. Although his master's swordsmanship was superb, he had rarely seen him practicing his moves over the years, but he was focused on reading. He said that reading to nourish his energy was more important than practicing martial arts.
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