Chapter 273: Junyi knows he is wrong, please let him go

Gu Nan: "Why are you looking at me like that? Just tell me if you can't do it or not?"

"Evil ways."

Chunyi made a comment in a light tone, then walked to the desk and sat down, put down the Buddhist scripture paper, and slowly began to grind the ink.

"You are so ignorant." Gu Nan curled his lips and continued to focus on the chess game.

Othello is simple to learn, but you have to turn the pieces over frequently, and it's easy to forget what you're doing.

Gu Nan relied on her magic to flip the chess pieces over, making a crackling sound. Those who didn't know would think she was just throwing the pieces for fun.

Junyi copied half a page of the scripture and was distracted by the noise. He raised his eyes to look at Gu Nan, his cold and sharp features visible in his brows.

"I'll play with you next round."

Gu Nan didn't even raise his head. "Accompany me? No, how can you accompany me to do something so weird?"

Junyi felt his temples throb again, "Play Go."

Gu Nan shook his head, "How could I do that?"

"Gokoro."

"That's fine." Gu Nan decided to stop while he was ahead. Smiling, he placed the chessboard and chess pot in front of Junyi. Without another chair, he simply crossed his legs and hung them in the air. "I'll play black."

Chunyi silently wiped away the white chess piece that Gu Nan had painted black.

Black moves first, followed by White.

When Gu Nan was a child, he especially liked playing Gobang. He studied various winning methods. At the age of six, he defeated everyone in the orphanage and dominated the elementary school at the age of eight. He was a Go expert at a young age.

Gu Nan rubbed his hands in preparation, vowing to trample Chunyi under his feet.

She attacked boldly and aggressively, yet also cautiously and carefully.

The moves were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and in the end the board was almost full.

Gu Nan calculated the chess pieces and realized that there was no room for connecting five pieces, whether black or white, so the game was a draw.

Gu Nan threw the chess piece back into the chess pot, "Playing chess with you is really boring."

Junyi took his time picking up the chess piece. Although he didn't win, he seemed to be in a good mood. "It's only fun if you have to win?"

"You don't have to win, but you have to win and lose. If you win, you're happy. If you lose, you're motivated. Being neither wins nor loses is very depressing."

Junyi glanced up at her, his relaxed brows revealing an extremely enchanting beauty. If he smiled, he'd be a demon monk. "It's not easy to draw in Go."

"I won't get off."

"No or I won't."

"Provocation doesn't work on me." Gu Nan grabbed a handful of white chess pieces and said, "If you're brave enough, play black and white chess with me."

Junyi ignored her.

Gu Nan snorted, picked up the dumplings and went to Fayuan Temple.

Niu Niu was practicing calligraphy. Gu Nan didn't disturb her. He put down the dumplings, held the litchi and went to watch Aunt Yang make clothes.

Aunt Yang has excellent craftsmanship. The stitches are tight and strong, so you won’t feel cold when you wear it even when it snows.

Litchi is almost one year old, and is at the age when he is very active. He can't sit still for a while and twists his body to crawl on the ground.

Gu Nan put her on the bed and let her turn over by herself.

Aunt Yang looked up at Lizhi and praised, "Madam, both of your children are well-raised. They are smart and pretty."

Children have a strong metabolism, and now that they can eat their fill at Fayuan Temple without having to work in the fields, both children have changed dramatically. Niuniu, in particular, sits at the table writing large characters, looking nothing like a country kid who's been playing in the mud.

Gu Nan smiled and said, "Niuniu takes good care of her sister."

Aunt Yang nodded in agreement, "Niuniu is sensible. She can write so many characters at such a young age. It's a pity that she's not a boy. If she could pass the imperial examination, she would definitely have a great future."

"Reading makes one wise, and girls should read especially."

Aunt Yang quickly glanced at Gu Nan, and seeing that she didn't look dissatisfied, she breathed a sigh of relief and said repeatedly, "Yes, yes, you should study. Studying is good."

She rubbed the sewing needle against her head, feeling a little at a loss, and lowered her head even more.

Gu Nan retrieved the lychee that was about to fall under the bed and asked, "Auntie, can you make men's clothes?"

Aunt Yang responded immediately, "Yes, I can make it if you give me a sample. Madam, do you want to make it for the master?"

After saying this, she wanted to bite her tongue. There was only one woman and two children in this courtyard. There was no master, only monks. Young monks, old monks, a bunch of monks.

She was panic-stricken and afraid of being driven away.

Gu Nan didn't care and just said, "I'll find you when the time comes."

Aunt Yang was completely afraid to speak and buried her head in her stitches.

Gu Nan stayed with them for dinner in the temple, watched Aunt Yang wash them and put them to bed, and then returned to the back mountain.

The endless mountains and rivers turned into a dark dark shadow. When the night wind whistled through the forest, they seemed to come alive and began to breathe up and down.

Junyi didn't turn on the lights, and the cabin was just a vague outline in the darkness, quiet and deserted.

Gu Nanpiao walked into the study. There was no one inside and everything was neatly put away. Only a stick of unburned incense was stuck in the incense burner in front of the Buddhist shrine, and a faint scent of sandalwood floated in the air.

She turned to the bedroom and found no one on the couch. Junyi was sitting on the futon meditating.

Gu Nan sat on the couch. His eyes, having adapted to the darkness, could clearly see Chunyi's face not far away. He sat upright with his eyes closed, his hands in the meditation seal, like a real Buddha.

She didn't need sleep. When she traveled around with Jiang Wanying, she often traveled all night long, kept watch for the caravan when traveling with them, went fishing in the sea when on vacation, and when she wanted to do good deeds, she would look around for two evil little ghosts and eat them to increase her ghost power.

But it's boring to be with Junyi, and I can't disturb him at will.

Gu Nan thought about it, went to the study, lit the light and read.

When choosing a book, I accidentally came across the scriptures he had copied in the afternoon. The brown-yellow Buddhist scripture paper was densely written, and each word was as neat as if printed, except for the last stroke which was as sharp as a knife that could grind bones.

She was so absorbed in reading that she couldn't help but grind ink and write a few words.

Her handwriting was also very neat, but it was too straight and round, making it seem a little gentle, not as fierce as his.

They say that a person’s handwriting reveals his character, and it is indeed true.

Gu Nan wrote from time to time, occasionally flipping through a few pages of the scriptures, and the night passed like this.

She tidied up her desk and went to Fayuan Temple to accompany Niu Niu and Lizhi.

Chunyi opened his eyes from meditation, and the spiritual energy surging around him gradually dissipated and slowly entangled with the morning mist.

He stood up and walked to the desk. The pens and ink were all neatly placed in their respective places. Only a piece of paper lay prominently under the paperweight, with six large characters written on it:

I want a swing.

He moved the paperweight aside and picked up the paper.

Then he picked up a lot of papers.

Connect the front and tail and the back joints, and fold each piece together with the previous one.

Chunyi opened the sheets one by one. Some had scriptures copied neatly, some had something written on them but were blacked out, and some had incomprehensible simple drawings on them.

He picked up one at random and took a closer look.

I saw a bald man lying on the couch in disheveled clothes, looking pitiful and saying to a woman with her hands on her hips and laughing: "Junyi knows that he is wrong, please let Junyi go."

The woman said, "Hahahaha, now you know you're wrong, it's too late, scream for me, scream louder."

Junyi: “…”

This evil creature.

He exerted force with his hands, and the painting instantly shattered into pieces.

Then he took a quick glance and the veins on his forehead jumped.

There are dozens of such paintings, large and small.