Chapter 144 143. Is this compassion for all living beings, or for just one person? (Please subscribe to the monthly ticket!)
"Hmm~"

Her compassionate eyes were suddenly controlled by Ning Mu. Liuli blushed instantly and looked at the doors and windows nervously.

Fortunately, everything was closed, with only shadows outside the windows, and occasionally one could see the maids busying around as they passed by.

But this situation where she might be discovered by the maid at any time still made her extremely nervous.

The moment she was caught, she couldn't control herself and subconsciously let out a light hum.

She frowned, and her deep, calm eyes suddenly became like the surface of a lake brushed by the breeze, creating layers of ripples.

With a red face, Liuli raised her hand and gently hit Ning Mu's hand, but she didn't use too much force, and she didn't intend to pull her hand away. She just complained shyly: "You want to die, you bastard? You come up like this. Do you really think I am like those women in your yard who you can flirt with as you please?"

There was resentment and resentment in his tone.

But what is more is the indescribable confusion and the sour jealousy.

"You are them, but you are also not them, because in my heart, Master is unique."

Ning Mu refused to admit defeat. He showed mercy while remaining calm.

These words immediately relaxed Liuli's slightly frowned brows, and a blush of shyness appeared on her face.

Her eyes sparkled as she rolled her eyes at Ning Mu, pouting and saying, "Stop talking nonsense to me. Do you think I will take your sweet talk to heart?"

Quite arrogant.

She looked like she was enjoying it, and she almost leaned into my arms.

Yet he still expressed so 'firmly' that he did not believe it.

Tsk.

A duplicitous woman.

This nun is the most representative of the women I have ever met who speaks in a hostile manner but acts with an upright heart!

none of them.

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault for being too reckless. Then, nun, could you please allow me to be reckless this time?"

As he spoke, he held Mercy's hand, exerting a little force, with a sly smile on his face.

Liuli frowned slightly, and a hint of melancholy flashed across her deep eyes.

Monks should be compassionate.

Now I don’t know whether this compassion is for the benefit of all living beings or just for this one person…

……

at the same time.

Yonghang City.

Offering altar.

The highlight of the Holy Days, the poetry reading, has officially begun today.

Countless Yonghang citizens, students, tourists from other prefectures and counties, and literati who hoped to have a chance at this poetry meeting, all gathered here.

The entire area around the altar was crowded with people.

The outermost area is mostly populated by tourists who come to watch the fun, as well as vendors who set up stalls and do business.

Near the middle area, there were some scholars or elders who came with their nephews and nephews to pay their respects. Most of them were ordinary people who had no hope of making a name for themselves in this poetry gathering, but they also wanted to catch a glimpse of the elegance of their predecessors.

Many people even held on to the hope of gaining the favor of the envoys from the Jixia Academy.

A corner of the altar.

There were several young men dressed as scribes gathered together.

"Have you heard that the envoy sent by Jixia Academy this time is Wei Youqing!"

"Who is Wei Youqing?"

"Brother, you are really ignorant. You haven't even heard of Wei Jijiu's name?"

"Well, I have neglected my studies and my family is burdened with too much work. I am only able to find some free time today to have the opportunity to come and admire the demeanor of our predecessors. I would like to ask you to enlighten me, who exactly is this Wei Jijiu?"

"Speaking of this Wei Jijiu, he is quite famous!"

"She is the last disciple of Master Hou Jishan and the youngest female priest in the academy. I heard that she is very talented in writing. She could compose poems at the age of six, and compose verses at the age of eight. She was favored by the Sage of Literature at the age of ten. At the age of fourteen, she entered the Zhoutian realm through quiet reading and Confucianism. I heard that now that she is only eighteen years old, she is about to see through the inner surplus, sit and observe herself, and achieve the realm of a master!"

"There are even rumors that the Master intends to hand over the literary heritage of our Great Qi to Wei Jijiu!"

"Oh my god! The inheritance of the literary world... Is this Wei Jijiu really so spiritual?"

"What a joke. A twenty-year-old master. I'm afraid the only one who can compete with him is the Buddhist nun Ciyun from the Northern School."

"That's right. If she is not qualified, then I'm afraid that Master won't be able to find the inheritance in this huge Qi country!"

"..."

And this moment.

In the core area of ​​the altar.

In the middle of a lake stands an isolated island.

There is a statue of the sage of literature on the island, which is dozens of feet high and carved out of huge stones.

The statue towers into the clouds, like a deity, overlooking the world.

Below the statue of the Saint of Literature is a square standing on an isolated island.

The square is oval in shape, with the statue of Wensheng as the origin. It extends out from dozens of bluestone paths built of huge stones, which can only accommodate two people standing side by side. The paths are connected to each other by stone slabs, and the space in the middle is the sparkling water surface.

Except for an area of ​​two to three acres below the statue of the Sage of Literature, the surrounding area is lined with huge stone roads located on the water, arranged in a regular pattern in all directions.

This means that the sky is round and the earth is square.

The surface of the water is dotted with stars.

at this time.

On that huge rocky road, countless scholars were standing scattered here and there, their sleeves fluttering, their expressions excited and nervous.

They are all candidates who came from all directions to participate in this poetry reading.

And in the square under the statue of Wensheng.

There were several young men standing there, dressed like scholars, wearing white robes with a book and a ruler embroidered on their left chests.

There were thousands and thousands of eyes surrounding the altar, all focused here at this moment.

At the front of this group of young people stood a woman with a scarlet dot between her eyebrows, black hair flowing in the wind like a waterfall, and a spotless white body.

The woman held a ruler in her hand, her expression was gentle as water, but also revealed a bit of coldness as if no strangers were allowed to enter.

She has a graceful figure, with exquisite curves and a slender waist, and her white skirt is bulging high.

Her figure is so graceful that once you take a look at her, you can't bear to look away.

This woman is the envoy in charge of this poetry meeting in the Jixia Academy, the youngest chief priest of the Jixia Academy, and is known as the inheritor of the literary world of the Great Qi Dynasty. She is the last disciple of the old master Hou Jishan, Wei Youqing.

at this time.

Wei Youqing's gaze was fixed on another woman in the square not far in front of him.

Listening to the poems recited by the woman, she couldn't help but nod slightly, showing a look of satisfaction.

With my visit here, today’s poetry reading officially begins.

The whole morning passed, but no one was favored by the Sage of Literature.

Although the contestants' poems were considered good in some areas, they were undoubtedly not qualified enough for the picky Wei Youqing.

The poems and essays of this woman in front of him are undoubtedly the best among the literati who have appeared.

Who knows, you might even be able to attract the attention of a literary sage and gain the influence of literary talent!
This woman is no one else.

It was Pi Yalu, the daughter of Pi Taiyu, the governor of Yonghang Prefecture.

"...·Praise the Holy Spirit."

"The star of literature is bright, illuminating the universe, and he is full of talent. All the events of the past and present are turned into jokes, but they come alive in his writing. His beautiful articles are known all over the world, and his elegance and refinement are unmatched. He has a saintly heart, and he can express all the feelings of the past and present, and he is truly noble."

"Spread the righteousness, open up wisdom. Promote culture, and leave it in history. The lofty spirit and courage will last forever. The lofty sentiments and aspirations are as vast as the world, and the literary thoughts are as bright as the sun and the moon. I hope that future generations will inherit the will of the saints and promote morality."

Piyalu's face felt slightly hot.

After reciting his own poems, he waited quietly.

She was extremely nervous.

In this poem, she took a shortcut and flattered the sage of literature, but she didn't know whether it would work.

In the previous poetry gatherings, she missed the opportunity to be a part of the literary atmosphere.

This is her last chance!

Just thinking about it.

suddenly.

In the statue of the Sage of Literature, the pair of wise eyes made of huge stones seemed to come alive, and from the left eye flowed a stream of colorful air, like a rainbow.

The airflow circled in the air for a while, and then gathered towards the top of Piyalu standing on Wensheng Square!

"Look, it's the spirit of literature, the spirit of literature has descended upon me!"

"Wow! It's actually five-colored literary energy. Who is this person who has such a talent!"

"That's amazing! The five-colored literary energy has come down to protect us. It looks like we can take first place in this year's Yonghang Poetry Festival!"

"The best in the past few years was only three colors of literary aura, but this time it can produce five colors of literary aura, which shows the solid foundation of this poem!"

"With the blessing of the five-color literary energy, Miss Pi's future Confucian cultivation career will be smooth sailing. I am really envious of her!"

"..."

As the first wave of literary energy descended today, the entire area around the altar was in an uproar!

Pi Taiyu, who was watching in the crowd on the shore, couldn't help but have his eyes light up, and then he clenched his fists in excitement.

Five colors of literary spirit.

My daughter's life will be smooth sailing from now on.

Naturally, as a father, I can also benefit from it!

Wei Youqing's eyes also lit up. He turned around and exchanged glances with several fellow disciples for a while, and they all nodded in unison.

"I've long seen that Miss Pi has good literary talent, and it's just as expected!"

Among the envoys, a male disciple from the Jixia Academy nodded his head, his eyes full of admiration.

"Brother Qi Yulou, are you interested in Miss Pi? How about I find a matchmaker for you?" Another academy disciple nearby looked at Qi Yulou and agreed with a smile.

Qi Yulou's eyes flashed, but he did not respond. Instead, he gave a polite smile and let the matter go.

But his eyes were fixed on the back of Wei Youqing in front of him.

Unconsciously, I secretly compared Wei Youqing and Pi Yalu.

And when the five-colored skin refinement dissipated, the five-colored literary aura disappeared.

Wei Youqing then walked forward and looked at Pi Yalu, saying gently: "Congratulations, Pi Yalu. Although this poem may sound flattering, the Sage of Literature determines the amount of blessing you receive based on your talent in Confucianism. Your success in obtaining the blessing of the five-color literary energy is sufficient to prove that your literary studies and talent have been recognized by the Sage of Literature. From now on, you will be extremely successful in your Confucianism. You are welcome to join our Jixia Academy and become a disciple!"

Wei Youqing took the initiative to extend his hand.

Piyalu was so excited that she couldn't control herself.

He immediately held Wei Youqing's hand respectfully with both hands, his body trembling slightly!

Five colors of literary spirit!

Five colors of literary spirit!
It is said that in the past, even a person as talented as Wei Youqing could only see seven colors of literary energy in his left eye, and his right eye could only show favoritism, without any sign of literary energy decreasing.

However, he was able to obtain the protection of the five-colored literary energy. Among all the students in the Jixia Academy who relied on the protection of literary energy, he could be considered an outstanding leader!

All these years of hard work have not been in vain!

Piyalu was very excited.

But soon, her heart suddenly moved.

If I have the five-color literary aura, then how many colors should Ning Mu's poem have?

Six colors?

Or is it like Wei Youqing, seven colors?

Thinking of this, she hesitated for a moment, then looked at Wei Youqing and said nervously: "Master, I have a poem here, which was written by a friend of mine, but he cannot be here in person because of an important matter. I want to... ask the saint to favor him, is that okay?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Youqing frowned slightly.

Among all the scholars in the world, who does not regard this matter as important?

However, he made excuses that he had something else to do and could not be there in person.

Is Pu'er greater than Wensheng?
If a poem is so perfunctory in dealing with the affairs of the literary saint, it must not be a good one.

But Piyalu was the first one to be favored by the Sage of Literature today, and she had the rare five-color literary aura. She made this request, so I should agree to it.

then.

Wei Youqing nodded and agreed to Piyalu.

"Okay, let's give it a try!"

"Thank you for the libation!"

Piyalu was suddenly excited, and her eyes lit up slightly.

At the same time, in Yonghang East City, outside the house that Ning Xiaoxiu originally bought.

"Madam, Elder, I have already investigated and found that there are indeed traces of the young lady living in this courtyard. Moreover, the Yichun Courtyard has been owned by a young man named Ning Mu. The person in charge of the Yichun Courtyard is Yu Linglong, who was originally a subordinate of Ji Si Niang!"

"I heard that Ning Mu has the support of the lady of Cangjian Villa. The rest of the matter is still under investigation."

In an alley not far from the house, there was a group of people dressed in strange shapes, surrounding a man and a woman.

Several of the strong-armed men were reporting the information they had gathered.

The man was old, with long silver hair, a straight body, a ring on his nose, and a poisonous gleam in his eyes. On his shoulder lay a small snake as pure white as jade, spitting out its tongue from time to time, with an expression that was intimidating without even being angry.

The woman looked particularly charming, her emerald green dress unable to cover her hot body.

The reddish-brown hair is casually draped behind her head, adding a touch of charm.

But no one present dared to look directly at it, as if they were afraid of blasphemy.

"Have you found out where they are?"

The silver-haired old man asked with a cold look between his brows.

The subordinate hurriedly reported: "Reporting to the elder, we have not found any trace of Miss Yu and others. They... they seem to have disappeared out of thin air!"

"My subordinates' idea is to charge directly into Yichun Courtyard, perhaps we can force some clues out of them!"

The Blood Lotus Sect's followers lowered their heads tremblingly and expressed their suggestions.

Bodhisattva Hai was about to agree.

At this time.

The woman suddenly waved her jade-white hands and shook her head, saying, "No!"

"What's wrong?" Bodhisattva Hai frowned and stared at the woman with a cold face.

The little snake on the shoulder subconsciously spit out its tongue at the woman.

Just by being glared at by the woman, the little snake was so scared that it shrank back into Bodhisattva Hai's neck.

"It is the Yonghang Poetry Festival, which is being held on a grand scale. There are countless masters in the city, and there are also envoys from the Qi State's holy land, the Jixia Academy. If we kill them rashly, it would be a small matter of alerting the enemy, but if we attract the attention of the Qi State officials or even the Jixia Academy, it would be a loss!"

This woman's name is Wan Wu'er. She is the wife of Bodhisattva Qinlong, the leader of the Zhou Kingdom's Blood Lotus Sect, and the adoptive mother of Bodhisattva Xiaoman.

The silver-haired old man with a snake coiled on his shoulder is Bodhisattva Hai, the father of Bodhisattva Youyu, the elder of the Punishment Hall of the Blood Lotus Sect, and the third brother of Bodhisattva Qinlong!
The reason why Wan Wuer and Pusa Hai were alarmed to come in person.

This is because Bodhisattva Xiaoman has disappeared for a long time, and there is no news of Bodhisattva Youyu and others who came to look for her last time.

As a last resort, Wan Wuer had to decide to have the top leaders go out in person to look for Bodhisattva Xiaoman and Bodhisattva Youyu.

"What should we do!"

Bodhisattva Hai frowned and said in a cold voice: "You are not in a hurry, because you two picked up that girl anyway, but Youyu is my biological daughter. Now I don't know whether she is alive or dead, how can I just let it go?"

Wan Wuer frowned, stared coldly at Pusa Hai, and said in a cold voice: "Old Third, what are you yelling about?"

"Youyu is also my niece. What's more, that girl has something your elder brother urgently needs. You know that your elder brother is in seclusion now. If he is delayed for a while, he may go crazy at any time. He urgently needs this thing as a guarantee. I am more anxious than you. Don't I want to catch her back immediately?"

After hearing this, Bodhisattva Hai's expression finally eased a little.

"Then sister-in-law, what do you think we should do?" Pusa Hai asked with a frown.

Wan Wuer frowned, sighed, and a charming smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She said coldly: "Now, we can only use the Lotus Blood Tracking Method. Humph, little girl, do you think you can avoid your mother's search by hiding?"

"Your elder brother was on guard to prevent this day from happening."

"I only need to use the Lotus Blood Tracking Technique to find the location of the Demon Blood Lotus. Once I find the Demon Blood Lotus, I will naturally find that little bastard Bodhisattva Xiaoman!"

"That's great, sister-in-law, hurry up!"

"No hurry. The process of tracking down the Lotus Blood is complicated. Let me prepare. Let's find an inn to stay in the city first and get some information while we're at it!"

……

Ningyang Village, backyard of the main hall.

In Liuli's room.

"Do you want another massage?"

Liuli's eyes flickered, and she pushed Ning Mu away with a light snort. She pursed her lips and stood up, staring directly at him.

"Yes, yes, yes! I must have it!" Ning Mu laughed.

Immediately, put your hand under your nose.

Hands that have been nurtured by compassion are different.

"Master, mercy smells so good!"

"..."

Liuli suddenly became furious and kicked Ning Mu on the waist with a red face.

"what……"

Ning Mu suddenly screamed and rolled over on the bed, holding his waist.

"What's wrong, young master?"

At this time.

The maid Chunzhi's voice of greeting came from outside the door, full of worry.

Liuli was startled and quickly pushed Ning Mu, staring at him.

"Stop pretending, I didn't use that much force, just speak up and get them out of the way!"

'No, Master, you have to compensate me!'

'Don't go too far, they're coming in!'

"I went too far. If the nun doesn't agree, I'll let them see that this great Ciyun nun is just like this!"

"You... you bastard, you are awesome, I just promised you that it's not enough!"

Liuli was furious, her little face flushed, her body trembling with anger, and her charming eyes flashed with swords and sabers, as if she wanted to cut this scoundrel who was rolling on her couch into pieces.

"It's okay. I was studying Buddhism with the nun and accidentally knocked my head against the chair. Go ahead and do your thing. The young master will call you if there's anything else!"

After getting a satisfactory answer, Ning Mu immediately returned to normal. His waist no longer hurt, and he stopped covering his hands. He immediately lay down on the couch and casually gave instructions to the outside of the window.

"Oh~ Then Master, just concentrate on your studies. I'm going to make dinner!"

Outside the door, Chunzhi's sweet voice sounded again.

Listening to the conversation between Ning Mu and Chun Zhi, Liuli frowned and was speechless.

This master and servant are birds of a feather.

Preaching the sutras and learning Buddhism...

Knocking on the chair...

He could come up with such a lame excuse, and the key is that the other party actually believed it!
Doesn’t Chunzhi know that there is no such thing as a chair in her room?

Ah!
Seeing Ning Mu tilting his head and blinking at her with a playful look in his eyes, Liuli became furious.

"Master, do you plan to massage first or solve the problem first?" Ning Mu asked with a smile.

Liuli's eyes flashed, and she said proudly, "Solve? Solve what? When did I promise you?"

Obviously, she intended to deny it.

It's just eye contact anyway, and there's no real evidence. What's more, even if it's just words, there's no proof. Why should I be fooled by this kid!

With a smug smile in her eyes, she felt very happy when she saw Ning Mu being deflated.

But how could Ning Mu suffer a loss?
He immediately stood up and took advantage of Liuli's complacency to force her down.

Then, looking at the girl with crimson lips and high bun, a sly smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He leaned down and kissed her.

She was knocked down suddenly because she was not paying attention. Liuli stared wide-eyed at the handsome face that was gradually getting bigger. Her face suddenly became visibly flushed.

But his brain went blank due to this sudden scene and he had no time to react.

And after she reacted.

Only then did I realize that this rascal was actually talking nonsense.

boom!
Liuli's eyes suddenly became dull, and it was as if there was an explosion in her brain, leaving her at a loss as to what to do.

But I don’t know why.

But a feeling of joy arose in my heart.

As Mercy was controlled, she finally reacted. A deep shame flashed across her eyes, and she pushed Ning Mu, the bastard, away.

"Die!"

"Bah bah bah!"

“Too much!”

"Remember this, this is the only time. If you do it again, don't blame me for being ruthless. I will make sure you can't use sweet words to deceive me again!"

Liuli's face flushed red, and she wiped her mouth while glaring at Ning Mu, who had no shame and a smirk on his face, and said in a decisive tone!

But she herself didn't realize that there was a hint of guilt in her tone when she said this.

Will it really be just this once?

This kid was simply like a demon to himself. With his cultivation level of half a step into the Divine Yuan realm, he was unable to pose any threat to him at all. Instead, he was frequently manipulated by him during their interactions.

It's like a snake being grabbed by its vital point.

There is no way to struggle!

Ning Mu looked calm, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

Looking at Master Liuli's expression, it was obvious that this sudden kiss was already her limit.

He couldn't push too much.

Figure it out slowly.

He immediately lay on the couch and said calmly: "Okay, I'll listen to Master. If Master says no, then it's no. But since Master said she would solve it for me, don't go back on your word, otherwise..."

"What do you want!" Liuli's face suddenly turned red and her heart was in a panic.

"I can't do anything, just let what happened just now happen again... Or, I can ask Mei'er to take action and directly imprison the nun, and then I will take away the nun's palace pill. What do you think, nun?"

Ning Mu lay on the couch, looked sideways at Liuli, and asked with a smile.

"Shameless!" Liuli couldn't help but hate him secretly.

Now Liu Qingmei is stronger than her.

If Ning Mu really did this, she might not be able to resist!
After all, that woman, Liu Qingmei, loves this boy deeply.

Not to mention asking her to subdue her, even if it was asking her to die, as long as it was what Ning Mu said, she would do it without hesitation.

Liuli was puzzled.

What kind of medicine did this kid give that woman? How could she, a martial arts master, be so loyal to him?
"Didn't the nun say that she would give the boy a massage to activate blood circulation? Why not start now? If we delay any longer, Mei'er and A'yue will be back soon, and it will be hard for the nun to explain herself then!"

Ning Mu grinned evilly.

Upon hearing this, Liuli felt panicked.

But she still pretended to be tough and sneered, "Tsk, I have my own rules for doing things, why do I need to explain to them?"

Liuli looked proud.

But after she finished speaking, her tone softened a bit, she pursed her lips and glared at Ning Mu, saying helplessly: "It's just that I don't want to argue with those women, and I have a special liking for you, that's why I always favor you so much. Don't be ungrateful and ask for more!"

Speaking of this, Liuli's face turned red.

But he still came forward, half-knelt and half-sitting on the couch, stretched out his Buddhist hands that were used for vegetarianism and chanting scriptures, and pressed them on Ning Mu's shoulders.

After pressing for a while.

Sudden.

Ning Mu shook his shoulders and pretended to be casual: "It's a bit uncomfortable after all with several layers of clothes between us."

"Master, why don't you take off my sleeves so that I can massage you. It will save you some energy!"

As he spoke, Ning Mu sat up and faced Liuli.

Liuli's face immediately turned red when she heard that. She rolled her eyes speechlessly and said with a pout, "Lie down. I still have some strength. Don't worry, I promise to relieve your fatigue!"

She glared at Ning Mu almost gritting her teeth.

But Ning Mu remained unmoved. He calmly unbuttoned his armpit buttons, then stretched out his arms and looked at Liuli.

Liuli frowned.

Seeing that Ning Mu was determined to achieve his goal, she pursed her lips and had to go forward with a red face and take off his clothes layer by layer.

no way.

She is in a hurry!
If we delay any longer, Liu Qingmei and Tong Yuyue will really come back.

If we can't find this scoundrel and break into the room, you can imagine how exciting the scene will be!
She doesn't want to become the topic of gossip among the copycats!
"call!"

"Are you satisfied?"

Seeing Ning Mu lying on his couch without the restraint of his clothes, the pretty Liuli rolled her eyes, full of resentment.

Ning Mu grinned and said meaningfully: "Master, don't just massage the body. If you can't do it at the same time..."

As he spoke, his eyes were full of desire as he looked at Liuli's delicate and charming cherry-like lips, which seemed like they would burst if poked.

(End of this chapter)