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Chapter 182 Letter from Master Xiu Niang
"Does Miss Xiu have important things to do?"

Ye Weilai had a curious face, but turned her head to take out a long branch.

It was the one that Ouyang Rong saw a few days ago.

The embroiderer sat on the edge of the bed with her head bowed, and her right hand with the broken little finger repeatedly folded a corner of the rice paper, which seemed to be a habitual action when she was in a daze or nervous.

She lowered her eyebrows and nodded without further explanation.

"Then Miss Xiu, be careful." Ye Weilai patted the back of her hand.

"Yeah." The embroiderer smiled slightly.

Shaking his head at her, he seemed to indicate that this matter was not dangerous.

The white-haired servant girl calm down.

The embroidered lady covered the sleeping youth on the bed with a quilt, got up and took Ye Weilai to the front hall to teach her sword skills.

"Master's ancestral teachings, unless you are under the same door and become a Zhilan, otherwise the qi refining technique cannot be passed on to the outside world. I can only teach you a few sword moves. I may not be by Tan Lang's side often in the future. You should learn it in case of emergencies. need..."

Ye Weilai followed behind this handsome cook, and remembered what she wrote on the paper a few nights ago.

That is to say, from that day on, Ye Weilai began to practice a few strange sword techniques with Xiu Niang.

At the same time, thanks to Xie Lingjiang's temporary absence, the Meilin Courtyard can be slightly lit at night without fear of being exposed.

Ye Weilai stays up late at night to practice under the supervision of the embroiderer. During the day, the master is out on duty, and she is also immersed in thinking in the yard. From time to time, she goes to the back kitchen to find the embroiderer...

So, right now it's midnight.

A strange scene occurred in this room.

Under the dim light.

A little maid wearing a red bellyband and obscene trousers, with fair and delicate skin, and long snow-white hair tied into two bundles of ponytails and draped over her shoulders.

She stood in the middle of the front hall, waving a dead branch in her hand, with a very serious face.

A dumb girl with delicate eyebrows and eyes, with a quiet posture, like a virgin, is sitting at the side of the Eight Immortals table, taking advantage of the light yellow halo emitted by the oil lamp on the table, twisting the needle and threading, bowing her head to embroider female red, in her hand is a blue man's Wenwen. robe.

From time to time, the mute girl looked up at the white-haired maid with double ponytails practicing sword, but most of the time, she lowered her head and squinted her eyes, concentrating on threading the needles. She only listened to the slight sound of waving branches, and could shake her head in time to point out the white-haired maid's The sword moves misleadingly.

On the other side of the bed, a handsome young man turned over, talking in his sleep, and fell asleep.

The scenes on both sides of the house are full of movement and stillness. If an outsider sees this scene here, they will definitely be puzzled and weird.

It's a pity that in the faint sandalwood, Ouyang Rong's eyeballs under his eyelids slowly turned, and no one broke his drowsy sleep.

I don't know what I dreamed about...

Xiu Niang may not be considered a master.

But definitely a comforting teacher who never blames.

A few sword moves, she came up with them easily and naturally.

Ye Weilai is clearly what Ouyang Rong said was very clever and clever, but she still had a lot of stumbling blocks when practicing these few sword moves.

Of course, there may be some reasons why Xiu Niang can only use it but can't teach it.

In this regard, the embroiderer who sat at the table and lowered her head to embroider was very patient and never harsh. On the contrary, she sometimes showed guilt and self-blame on her face for not teaching well.

Instead, it made Ye Weilai frantically comfort her.

"Sister Xiuniang, look at my sword."

At this time, Ye Weilai blinked and said, she turned around on tiptoe, bent down and sent out a sword move that seemed to be chamfering the horns of an antelope.

There was a cracking sound from the tip of the branch.

There is a pattern.

The embroidered lady smiled softly, put the female red aside temporarily, and wrote with a pen:
"Excellent.

"Wei Lai is already very powerful.

"It's just that compared to swordsmanship, Wei Lai is more suitable for Qi training, she has a body without leaks, and is nourished by the fragrance in the house day and night.

"It's a pity that the concubine's qi refining technique cannot be taught.

"But it doesn't matter. In fact, the Qi training techniques of the other channels are more suitable for Wei Lai."

Ye Weilai, who was out of breath, wiped the sweat from her forehead with her handkerchief, moved her head to the table, carefully read Xiu Niang's beautiful words for a while, and couldn't help asking curiously:

"Sister Xiu Niang, how long did it take you to practice these sword skills?"

Xiu Niang thought for a while and wrote:

"No need to practice, they are in my heart, I take them out and give them to Wei Lai."

Ye Weilai was taken aback for a moment, "So these sword techniques were all created by you?"

The embroidered lady nodded, her face calm.

In Ye Weilai's cheeks and clear eyes, she didn't see the slightest hint of showing off.

The white-haired maid who was still proud of the "great swordsmanship" just a second ago silently put away the branches, and put her hands behind her waist honestly. She swallowed.

Ye Weilai didn't know that in the eyes of this virginal girl in front of her, there were no sword moves in this world, and there was nothing in this world that was not a sword move.

Swordsmanship is born.

There is no sword in Lang Ran.

The embroiderer didn't care about the little maid's shock, she lowered her head and continued to embroider in her hands, mending the clothes for the sleeping Tan Lang.

With the help of Ye Weilai, the little ghost, the clothes she wove will be worn by Tan Lang in the name of the former.

The dumb girl squinted her eyes in front of the lamp, mending stitch by stitch, and occasionally glanced in the direction of the bed.

The four fingers of her right hand carefully stroked the tightly stitched fabric of the robe.

Under the dim light, a dazed and happy look occasionally appeared on a delicate little face, and then he bowed his head silently.

Silently embroidered for him.

Master once said four words to her when he was alive.

not fated.

In this world, there are some people who can meet or even like, it is indeed fate.

But you probably don't have the qualifications of the other party.

This is the most easily overlooked point in the world for men and women who are blinded by love and fall in love.

It is also the reason for the misfortune of most men and women in the world.

"Fool, cutting love is not ruthless.

"It's just that he is the most affectionate, but he is very clear that there is no destiny, so he swung his sword and slashed at himself.

"So feel less regret and more contentment."

Master's words from that year are still in my ears.

"Ah." Xiu Niang opened her mouth softly.

On the belly of Nian Yi's index finger, a drop of blood emerged and gradually grew larger.

She put her finger on her red lips, sucked it, and after a while, twirled the needle again, a set of movements that she had already mastered.

The embroidered lady lowered her head and sucked her nose.

To be able to enjoy a moment of blissful time with him like this, she is already satisfied, how dare she ask for more?
I remember that back then, she was still a green plum, and he was still a bamboo horse.

Xiu Niang was also like this, sitting in his sick and drowsy room, quietly weaving clothes for him.

"Sister Xiu, why are you crying so well?"

Ye Weilai put down the branch, bowed her head and looked up at the face of the dumb cook who was embroidering, and asked in a low voice.

The embroidered lady shook her head.

"Nothing." She wrote on the paper.

Ye Weilai couldn't help but look at the ink on the paper that was wet with clear droplets, and hesitated to speak.

"It's getting late, my concubine has gone out and will come back later.

"Take care of Tan Lang, remember to teach you the swordsmanship, please always stand in front of Tan Lang."

The embroidered lady shook Ye Weilai's little hand, went to the bed again, and was alone with Ouyang Rong who was lying on her side and closed for a while, and left the Meilin Courtyard not long after.

After sending the dumb cook away, Ye Weilai looked down at the wet marks on the robe at the table.

……

Moon stars are rare.

The mountain wind howled.

Xiu Niang silently picked up the steps and went up the mountain.

On the winding mountain road, at intervals, there is a bright lantern hanging.

Or hanging under the eaves of a lonely pavilion, or hanging in front of the gate of a memorial archway, or hanging on the treetops by the roadside.

It seems to be specially designed to illuminate the pilgrims who go up the mountain.

This mountain road, or this Dagu Mountain, has many traces left by monks and pilgrims, but it is managed very prosperously.

Xiu Niang looked up at the distant hilltop, where the temple complex was lit up with lights.

That is Donglin Temple.

Coincidentally.

This is where she rescued Tan Lang twice.

In fact, this mountain road, for Xiu Niang, who has already entered the mid-level Qi training, can be crossed and jumped to the top of the mountain in an instant.

But she still chose to climb the mountain step by step.

Like those pious pilgrims who bathe in incense.

It's just that Xiu Niang is more polite and respectful.

It's like worshiping the mountain gate.

Although the current Donglin Temple may not know that it is a certain mountain gate in the eyes of some people.

Taking advantage of the light of the lanterns in the shade pavilion on the hillside where Tan Lang likes to rest his feet, Xiu Niang lowered her eyes and browsed through the letters from her master again.

On the letter paper, that elder sister's handwriting was eloquent and provocative, with a domineering manner.

Obviously, he was simply telling her a small matter.

But this piece of letter paper is like a mountain with a cliff so high that it is crumbling when it is split by a sharp pen.

The paper is full of sword energy.

If there is a Qi trainer present at this moment, seeing this letter paper as thin as fine hair, he will definitely be surprised by the owner of this word.

The embroiderer shredded the letter paper and threw it into the mountain wind that passed her shoulders.

Continue to walk up the hill.

The quaint pavilion behind the calm and dumb girl swayed "squeaky" in the debris mountain wind.

On the eaves, there is a row of roof tiles neatly separated in half, as if cut by a knife, with neat fractures.

Xiu Niang has long been familiar with the "aggressiveness" of that elder sister.

She didn't look back all the way, and visited the ancient temple again at night.

Xiu Niang didn't sneak out of the teacher's door.

A few months ago, in the Pure Land Palace of Donglin Temple, after rescuing Tan Lang, she sent Qiu Laodao, who sang "Blessings of Immeasurable Heaven", back to the water prison. Sure enough, she was caught by the senior sisters on the spot.

She had already been banned by the elder sister, and it was difficult to go out, but later, she performed well at a grand meeting held by a certain sect, and the second elder sister interceded for her, and she was exempted from confinement, and even received a certificate about Longcheng County. Strange errand, was able to leave the division again.

However, as soon as he came to Longcheng County, he was obsessed with cooking for Tan Lang and "sleeping and fetching" every night, which caused some delays in the official business ordered by his master.

Now the senior sister sent another letter to remind her, her tone was strict.

"Ah." The mute girl sighed lightly.

Don't dare to procrastinate any longer.

Otherwise, if the elder sister is attracted to come in person, then the matter with Tan Lang will be difficult to end...

At night, Donglin Temple does not close its doors.

Because of the famous Jiangnan Road, it is inevitable that some pilgrims from other places will arrive at night, go up the mountain late at night, and go to the temple to worship the Buddha, which is not uncommon.

If you quote the joke of a young county magistrate, it is open at twelve o'clock, and there is no delay in earning incense.

However, the word "business" is not very pleasant to hear. In the original words of Master Shandao, this is called my Buddha's compassion, which saves lost beings all the time and everywhere.

Donglin Temple is also brightly lit tonight, and the rows of halls are clean and solemn.

On the incense square, green smoke curls up.

From time to time, there are three or two monks, yawning and walking around with lamps on.

A solemn and solemn main hall was not deserted in the middle of the night.

There are many figures gathered in front of the golden Buddha, burning incense and worshiping.

In the front of this group of people stood an old monk with a white beard. He was wearing a black monk's robes for eminent monks, and he was twisting Buddhist beads in his hands.

Although the old monk has single eyelids and small eyes, but his eyes are bright, and his eyes are good, he looks like a fairy.

"Amitabha, the benefactor, you have lost your mind. In fact, there is no need to blame yourself so much. According to my many years of experience, it may not be your fault that you have not had a child for a long time. After all, besides you, there are other concubines of the benefactor in your house. , It is also a long time without showing feelings.

"What, why is Lao Na so sure? There is no such thing, but he is familiar with it. The old monk gave him the nickname of gynecological master. Over the years, he has written thirty prescriptions for treating gynecological diseases. His reputation has spread far and wide, and pilgrims from all over the world are full of praise.

"For gynecological diseases, the old monk only needs to take the pulse a little bit to know the general situation, and never lie... Well, the female benefactor's sleeves are rolled up a little bit, yes, this is the position, the old monk will take the pulse again...

"It can't be wrong, the female benefactor has a clear pulse and is in good health... Yes, please go this way, go to the Guanshiyin Bodhisattva in the next hall, burn incense and pray for blessings, if you donate some incense money, you can pray for a better child.

"After burning the incense, go back first. Next time you come, bring your husband with you. The old monk will enlighten him..."

Master Shandao clasped his palms together, and stood in the middle of several female pilgrims who had come all the way to pay their respects to the Buddha with a solemn expression. The golden body Buddha behind him was concentrating on saving the lost beings in front of him.

But at this moment, the female benefactor in front of him who is stubbornly seeking a child wants to observe and study his famous thirty prescriptions for women's diseases.

Master Shandao's white eyebrows drooped, and he was very helpless and embarrassing. With half a push, he shook a copy out of his sleeve, and had to give a copy in his own name at the friendship price of 30 taels of silver incense money.

And who would have thought that the more reluctant the old monk in black showed, the more thirsty the female benefactors who came to burn incense and beg for a child around him would be.

For a moment, Master Shandao's eyes were dazzled by the white silver, and he kept chanting "Amitabha Buddha" several times in his mouth.

After a while, today's prescription booklets were all sold out, and the enthusiastic female benefactors scattered and left satisfied.

Master Shandao looked at the backs of the female benefactors who had returned home full of Buddha's light, and quietly heaved a sigh of relief, muttering inaudibly:
"It seems that Xiufa will have to go down the mountain to print more tomorrow. Hey, why not open a book printing shop, which is convenient. The supply is in short supply, but the imperial court seems to have stipulated that private printing of books is not allowed, and you have to report to the county government, or else Go to the county magistrate to discuss it...

"Forget it, the magistrate is dishonest, so I don't want to look for him anymore..."

Master Shandao shook his head, seeming to think of the bright smiling face of a young county magistrate, warming the hall, this well-known and well-known eminent monk couldn't help shivering, no doubt, in case of profit, this The young county magistrate can let the whole world know his title as a master of gynecology, just for the best sales.

But one thing to say, Master Shandao thinks that this young county magistrate has indeed done a good job in governing for the people, better than the previous ones. The only shortcoming is that he doesn't revere the Buddha very much, or in other words, he doesn't treat the Buddha as an outsider too much. up.

But sometimes the Buddha has no food left.

Master Shandao sighed helplessly, drove away these mundane thoughts, turned around and continued to receive the few remaining pilgrims in the hall.

"Amitabha, this male benefactor, may I ask whether to burn incense and pay homage to the Buddha, or ask for lottery to solve doubts, what? To interpret the dream? Tonight's dream?

"...Wait, almsgiver, you said that you are also here to seek a son? You have already worshiped Guanyin Bodhisattva, and stayed in this temple today, but dreamed that Avalokitesvara entered the bedding of the almsgiver? So you came here to interpret the dream? Do you want to ask if this is a request? An auspicious sign of success? This... this..."

Master Shandao opened his mouth, looked at the ecstatic infertile male pilgrim in front of him, was speechless for a long time, and said quietly:
"Benefactor, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva has a female face and a male body."

Male pilgrim: "..."

After a stick of incense, finally sending away the last unreliable male pilgrims who were having sex dreams, Master Shandao raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

Master Shandao looked at the empty and empty hall calmly, stretched out his hand holding the Buddhist beads, and quietly shook the heavy incense box, just about to open it and count carefully, but he caught a glimpse of a figure outside the door out of the corner of his eye.

The old monk greeted him immediately, and saluted solemnly: "Amitabha, this female bodhisattva...female Bodhisattva is visiting late at night. Is it to burn incense and pay homage to the Buddha, or to ask for a lottery to solve doubts?"

Xiu Niang nodded, shook her head again, and walked into the hall.

(End of this chapter)