An Qingjue acted like a good kid for a long time, drank a bottle of milk, and then started asking questions again: "Brother-in-law, I have another question. It's about Miss Zhen Mi who makes me unhappy. Why do I feel that the way this woman looks at you is not right? Is she in love with you, brother-in-law?"

"No, Zhen Mi was just curious. Plus, I used the sponsorship money from the young lady to record My Heart Will Never Die and Angel's Death. Chen Yu told me that I spent about 50,000 or 60,000 yuan. Originally, Zhen Mi and I had nothing to do with each other. I just wrote a score that suited the young lady's taste and could be used to play the guzheng."

Talking about Zhen Mi, Yun Luo, who could remain calm even if the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, also smiled bitterly. Facing Miss Zhen Mi, it was really like a dog biting a hedgehog, and it felt like something was wrong.

"And then? Oh, I remember now, you signed with Sony Music, right? The production fee for this song was paid by Sony Music, so you didn't ask Zhen Mi for money anymore. These rich people are really weird. They think you betrayed her when she didn't ask for money, isn't that right? That's how it's played out in TV dramas."

An Qingjue was just curious. The sister-in-law also thought that Zhen Mi could not possibly have any relationship with Yun Luo. But girls like gossip and want to hear how her brother-in-law got in touch with a young lady.

"What you said is a bit outrageous, but there is a point to it. Zhen Mi is worth tens of billions, who knows what a billionaire like that is thinking. Anyway, I haven't talked to Zhen Mi much. The first time I met her was when I was in Bauhinia Park with Chenyu, and I met her with Lord Husky and Little Koala Princess."

Yun Luo thought about it and felt that it was okay to chat with his sister-in-law. There were some things that he absolutely could not say to his fiancée An Chuyu. Once he said them, it would be a big problem. He really thought An Chuyu was an easy-going girl. Her black belt level Taekwondo and yoga were not practiced in vain. If she was really jealous, it would be hard for An Chuyu to beat Yun Luo up with her pink fists and legs.

"Then I can draw a conclusion. Zhen Mi is like a cat that sees a ball of yarn and wants to stretch out its claws to play with it, but you, my brother, take the yarn away. The cat has a grudge against you, so it stretches out its claws to you. As long as you, my brother, avoid that young lady, the cat will soon lose interest in you, my brother. Isn't I smart?"

An Qingjue is really smart, and she really guessed some of Zhen Mi's styles. The eldest lady's thoughts are never complicated. Don't treat Zhen Mi as a goddess, treat her as a loli and you will find it easy to understand.

"Qingju is the smartest, brother-in-law will listen to you." Yunluo smiled slightly, gracefully, but in his heart he was smiling bitterly. If it was really useful to avoid Miss Zhen Mi, Yunluo would have rolled into the corner and hidden. There was no way he would show up.

Unfortunately, her confidante Yan Chenyu was Zhen Mi's personal secretary. This meant that something cruel had happened. When Zhen Mi looked at the cold and beautiful Yan Chenyu, she would think of Yun Luo, the hateful guy, and would nag Yun Luo. Who knew what the angry young lady would do.

It's like a dog snatching a cat's dried fish. It's nothing. The cat will forget about it after a while. But if the dog keeps holding the stolen dried fish in front of the cat's sight every day, the cat will be furious. It will be a shame for the dog to not hold a grudge.

…

Sister-in-law An Qingju had rested enough, or rather had a sweet sleep in Yunluo's arms, and she jumped up. Holding Yunluo's hand, they went on a budget trip to Baoshishan and then to visit West Lake.

Yunluo and An Qingju walked through the many paths on the mountain, found the most correct path, and walked all the way to Baoshi Mountain. Holding hands, the two walked through the narrow gap in the sky, climbed up the slightly reddish rocks, and stood on the mountain overlooking the West Lake. The Baidi Bridge could be clearly seen.

Smiling gently, Yun Luo saw the lake area where the battle with the Sun Will took place early yesterday morning. It was so deep, but there were no other changes. It can be seen that the evolvers of Ba Xia were quite good at cleaning up the battlefield afterwards.

"Brother-in-law, look, that's a Taoist temple, the Baopuzi Taoist Temple. Let's go over there and take some beautiful photos. Well, it's a pity that I didn't bring any money, otherwise I could have gone there to burn some incense." An Qingjue stood on a high cliff, happily pointing at the corner of the eaves in the distance with her tender fingers, and was as excited as a little girl.

Yun Luo gave himself a thumbs up and expressed no pressure on his sister-in-law's question: "Money is something you can't bring with you when you are born and you can't take with you when you die. Qingju, if you want, your brother-in-law can sing for money. The ticket to Baopuzi Taoist Temple is only five yuan, which is definitely more affordable than the seventy-five yuan for two tickets to Lingyin Temple."

"No, my family said that you are not allowed to spend a penny today. This is a principle and it cannot be broken. I will be satisfied if we just go over and take a photo." An Qingjue shook her head. She wanted a birthday trip without spending any money. This was a special commemoration between her and her brother-in-law and it could not be broken.

The little girl An Qingjue hugged Yunluo's arm and walked towards the gate of Baopuzi Taoist Temple. Along the way, they could see yellow walls and black tiles, which were simple and natural.

In front of the gate of the Baopuzi Taoist Temple, there are several large and small ponds with flowing water and small bridges. There are many turtles living in them. They are crawling around lazily or basking in the sun, each one lazier than the other. Some turtles are even catching koi and eating them.

Suddenly, Yun Luo raised his eyebrows and looked at a weathered and rough rock in the largest pond. Do you really think I can't tell? This is the shell of the ninth-level exotic dragon turtle that carried him and Feng Wuyou that day. Only a corner of it is exposed, otherwise the Luoshu River Map is thick and distant.

An old Taoist priest with white hair and beard who was feeding a turtle with chopped fresh green grass fixed his eyes, listened attentively, looked at Yunluo and An Qingjue, and walked over slowly with a gentle demeanor and a restrained look.

"My two donors, you have a destiny with Taoism. I, Taoist Master Wuwei, would like to invite you to discuss it with me." This old Taoist priest is not as frail as he looks. The Taoist priests and nuns in Baopuzi Taoist Temple all practice internal physical skills, but they are very low-key.

An Qingjue blinked her sparkling eyes, curiously looking at the old Taoist priest with white hair and beard, then at Yunluo. She shook Yunluo's arm, meaning that she would let her brother-in-law take care of it. Yunluo would say that he had sensed the telekinesis of the ninth-level being who was in charge of the Baopuzi Taoist Temple. Taoist Wuwei was one of the four ninth-level beings who watched the battle that night, and he knew that the sword demon was Yunluo.

Who made Yun Luo and Feng Wuyou fight with all their might? At the end of the fight, both of them were stunned by the terrifying power. Fortunately, they were two hermits. Feng Wuyou mentioned this to Yun Luo.

The nine-level dragon turtle was raised by Taoist Wuwei, and the nine-level dragon fish was raised by Zen Master Wangyou. Both of them are elders over a hundred years old. It would be a good thing for Yunluo to take An Qingjue to meet them.

…

Taoist Wuwei was a great man, a very tall man. After seeing Yunluo and An Qingjue, he chanted "Wulian Tianzun" and asked Yunluo and An Qingjue to draw lots. Yunluo shook his head. My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of God. However, An Qingjue happily shook the lot holder and a lot fell out.

"This is your destined marriage, a lifelong lover." Taoist Wuwei interpreted the fortune leisurely and waved goodbye to see the guest off.

An Qingjue felt that it was a nonsense until she came out with Yunluo. She just said to Taoist Wuwei that it was a good sign, saying that she would have a good marriage. The sister-in-law was happy.

Yunluo was smiling bitterly, but An Qingjue couldn't feel it. Yunluo had been chatting with Taoist Wuwei for a while, using telekinesis. Taoist Wuwei told Jianyao to relax, saying that he didn't care about worldly matters, and only wanted to establish a good relationship with Jianyao. If Baopuzi Taoist Temple encountered a disaster one day, he would ask Jianyao to help.

A man over a hundred years old. They are all old foxes. Yun Luo had no choice but to nod his head in agreement. The only happier person was probably that Taoist Wuwei said that the bald donkey in Lingyin Temple need not be taken care of, as he had the same thoughts as the old Taoist. They were all about making good connections.

When Yunluo walked out of the Baopuzi Taoist Temple holding An Qingjue's hand, he looked back and felt that the Taoist purity, natural freedom and ease were displayed in the Taoist Wuwei. But why didn't this master get promoted to the tenth level?

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

In terms of his state of mind, Taoist Wuwei should not have any flaws. Thinking of Taoist Wuwei, Yunluo couldn't help but think of Zen Master Wangyou in Lingyin Temple, who was also a ninth-level evolver who had been studying Buddhist mantras for many years. The path to the realm should not be a difficult task for a high-level monk. Enlightenment sometimes requires a flash of inspiration, and sometimes it takes years of accumulation to achieve enlightenment in one day.

…

Taoist Master Wuwei and Zen Master Wangyou were the core seeds of Ba Xia more than a hundred years ago. Let me say here that the Ba Xia organization has existed for many, many years. It was not created by the Chinese government. It’s just that the name of the organization is not called Ba Xia sometimes. It’s just a change of skin, but the essence remains the same. In its bones, it is still the Ba Xia lineage.

At that time, they were the number one Taoist and number one Buddhist masters in Taoism and Buddhism in China. They were also level six evolvers, geniuses, and the core seeds of Ba Xia. Countless people expected them to reach higher power. These two people were brothers of the opposite sex who grew up together, drank blood wine, and worshipped Guan Erye.

As fate would have it, the two fell in love with a very artistic ordinary girl at the same time. Of course, that girl was extremely beautiful and outshined all the other girls. At that time, they were young and hot-tempered. The two turned against each other and fought each other. No one could do anything to the other. Ba Xia couldn't persuade them, so he asked the girl which one she liked so that the two geniuses could make a choice.

But both of them liked that very artistic girl. After thinking about it, they still didn't want to make a choice, so this artistic girl made a very artistic decision. The stunningly beautiful woman became a Taoist nun in West Lake City and became a nun. The place where she became a nun was right by the West Lake.

Holy shit, girl, you are kidding me. These two infatuated guys, one entered the Baopuzi Taoist Temple and the other entered the Lingyin Temple. No one knows what happened afterwards, but the nun died peacefully of old age. From that day on, there were two more ninth-level masters and two more hermit masters in the world.

Who can understand the word love?

Trapped in love, the two hermit masters stopped at the peak of level nine and made no further progress. In fact, the Taoist and Buddhist's state of mind was hundreds of stories high, so how could they not know how to see through the sin of love and step into the tenth-level holy realm? It's actually simple, just two words.

Let it go, just eleven simple strokes.

But he didn't want to, and he didn't want to.

Forget her, it is better to die. (To be continued...)

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