Chapter 1853

Small lovely eyes see through calm, with a smile.

He looked at Gu qingluan, a pair of purple eyes as if with fire, to melt Gu qingluan in general, Gu qingluan was looking at some uncomfortable, can't help but say: "you don't stare at me."

With that, she made it and looked at all kinds of tea on the tea table in the tea pavilion.

She pointed and said, "that's it."

Little lovely drooping eyes, light voice way: "the second ancestor Zen tea, to is good taste."

Smell speech, Gu qingluan looks up, looking at small lovely, some muddle.

She doesn't know tea.

But last time, the tea was very good. She liked it very much.

But this time, she saw that there were other kinds of tea on the tea table, so she chose one at random.

Looking at her muddled appearance, little cute came over and did it in front of Gu qingluan. She took out some tea and began to make tea. She began to make tea and said, "there is a story about this tea. Do you want to listen to it?"

Smell speech, Gu qingluan nodded.

"Well."

Little lovely's eyes are focused, not looking at Gu qingluan, and her technique is skillful.

Gu qingluan is looking at the little lovely every move.

Copy tea.

"A long time ago, there was an eminent monk named Huike who participated in Zen in lion mountain. He built a Zen hall on the sachet stone, worshipped Buddha and chanted sutras, accepted disciples and preached, reopened the Taoist temple and started Buddhism.

He had a disciple named Wuming. He was lazy by nature and liked to sleep. Unlike other disciples, his master Huike saw him in the eye, so he came to him and said, "do you remember the young seedlings along the way?"

Wu Ming nodded and said, "remember, it was born on the side of a cliff."

Huike said with a smile: "you go to pick some back, remember, to fresh seedlings, as long as the leaves can."

Wu Ming can only listen to the master's words and go to the young seedlings and leaves on the edge of the cliff.

When he came back, master Huike took it and took it to the kitchen. Wu Ming also followed him. He saw master Huike knead it carefully, his hands were green, and then he baked it overnight. First, the water was steaming, and then the room was full of fragrance. "

Little lovely said, took a look at Gu qingluan.

Gu qingluan is listening seriously, but she can't help but frown when she sees that Xiaoai doesn't say anything.

"And then?"

After hearing Gu qingluan's urging, Xiaoai continued to speak with a smile: "the next day, Wuming is still sleepy in the morning class of the Zen temple. At this time, master Huike comes and sees Wuming's appearance. He can't help but drink a lot.

Wuming wakes up and walks over. However, he sees that there is a mud in the hand of Zen master Huike, and the pot is full of heat. Zen master Huike asks Wuming to get a cup of tea, and Wuming does it. Then, Zen master Huike gets a cup of tea for him. After Wuming drinks it, he suddenly feels that there is a pure and pure air that reaches his heart. In an instant, his eyes are clear, his mind is clear, and his heart is open-minded, Later, Wu Ming became an eminent monk through tea and Taoism Voice down, small lovely has also cooked tea, he poured a cup of tea to Gu qingluan.

Gu qingluan's eyes widened.

"How can this tea be so effective?"

She looked at the tea in her hand with disbelief.

for this, little cute smile, "it is said that this tea contains the beauty of heaven and earth, by the essence of the sun and the moon, the magic of creation, the winter does not wither, the four seasons are gathered, so it can clear the heart and fire, calm the mind.

But these are just legends. They can't be true. Otherwise, everyone who drinks this tea can become a strong man in the world? "

Smell speech, Gu qingluan Oh a, unexpectedly some lose.

That appearance makes little cute want to laugh.

This girl, although she forgot the past and became the saint of the devil, her nature was still simple.

It seems that she still retains the shadow of her baby.

"Try it." Little cute urged, "tea should be drunk while it's hot."

Gu qingluan took a sip and tasted it silently. The tea was rich in fragrance and sweet in bitterness.

It is totally different from the wuzixian that little cute gave her before.

This kind of tea makes people feel more transparent. Gu qingluan likes it very much.

She fell in love with this thing after just two tea tasting.

There are cakes beside the tea table, which seem to have been prepared for a long time. Just now Gu qingluan focused on the story, but didn't pay attention to it. When she saw it, she couldn't help but take a piece and send it to the entrance. The cakes melt at the entrance. It's a perfect match with the Zen tea of the second ancestor.

Looking at Gu qingluan slightly enjoy the appearance, the small lovely heart is also satisfied.

He didn't come to Mozong to practice and learn Taoism, but for Gu qingluan. So he never went out of Yuelong peak. He just had to be with Gu qingluan. It's enough to talk with her, teach him to cook tea, teach her to taste tea, and give her happiness.

As for how the people of the demon sect think, he doesn't want to care, and he can't care.

It's not that he can't hear, but he doesn't want to listen.

In his eyes, Gu qingluan was the only one.With her, even if yuelongfeng is only a small place, it is enough to become a world.

This is what little cute thought.

Gu qingluan's eyes narrowed slightly, where she was, eating cakes and drinking tea happily, as if forgetting that little cute was right in front of her eyes, her face with a faint smile, just like the scorching sun in the sky, bright and beautiful, illuminating little cute's whole life.

Then, one day, little cute was teaching Gu qingluan to make tea.

The time of the day flies.

In the twinkling of an eye is dusk. Gu qingluan gets up. Little cute looks at her and says in a voice: "going?"

"Well." Gu qingluan answered.

"Watching the sunset?" He asked.

Gu qingluan was stunned, then nodded.

"It's my habit, because it's beautiful. It can make me calm."

"Do you want company?" Little cute said with a smile.

This time, Gu qingluan didn't speak any more and left. Xiaoai didn't follow him. He watched Gu qingluan's figure disappear before his eyes. Then he drank tea in the teahouse and watched the figure on qingluan peak. He didn't get up until it was dark and went back to his room.

Gu qingluan looks at the setting sun, little cute looks at Gu qingluan.

In the palace, Gu qingluan is on the bed. Her legs are bent, her jade arms are around her long legs, and her jaw is gently on her knees. Her eyes are slightly absent at this time.

These days, Gu qingluan finds that she has changed.

I became talkative.

And the original resistance, hate his mood has gradually disappeared, a few days together, she found that morning tears for her is always so attentive, even if she does not remember him, even if she just remember him at the moment.

But he's still the same.

It seems that no matter whether she is Qin Baobao or Gu qingluan in his mouth, it is so.

She can see that she loves the girl of baby Qin very much.

For her, do not hesitate a hundred years, for her step by step stronger, for her fearless life and death, for her, give up everything.

Gu qingluan was really moved at this moment.

Is she really Gu qingluan?

Is she really what he calls baby Qin?

If it is true, why is her memory gone, why does she have no memory and feeling for him, why do she hate him so much, but if not, why does she have the same face as that baby Qin?

Gu qingluan wavered.

No one has been good to her for a hundred years.

The master is good to her because of her outstanding talent, Li Qingfeng is good to her because he likes his appearance, and the disciples of the demon sect are good to her because they are afraid of her and flatter her.

So, she never had a real person around her.

Each one is for the benefit.

Therefore, Gu qingluan has no feelings. For a hundred years, she has been used to loneliness, which makes her not used to having feelings.

Until morning tears.

This man is more beautiful than a woman.

He came into her eyes, the first move, to now care.

Everything comes from the heart.

He is good to Qin Baobao and Gu qingluan.

In his eyes, there is no difference.

Little by little, she kept it in her mind.

During the Taigu holy war, he learned the Shibi skill all his life. It was a great chance. Everyone regarded it as a treasure, but he didn't care. He sent it directly to her. He never took precautions against himself.

Let yourself explore into the divine consciousness and feel the Dharma.

In his memory, there was only one happy person, Qin Baobao.

that person as like as two peas.

She remembered that when she was in pain, it was he who held him in his arms, comforted him in a soft voice, and did not let him go crazy.

She still remembers that morning tears shed tears for her several times.

Every time the eyes are with pain, helpless, sad and lost.

But every time, he never gave up.

Time and again came to their own in front of the force of life, to protect a cold use of his people, for no reason.

When looking for the inheritance of the evil way, he ignored his life, saved himself and was on the verge of death.

But he didn't care.

As if, as long as he is OK, even if he died without a burial place, it doesn't matter.

From then on, she knew.

Even if he wants his life, he will give it to himself without hesitation.

Gu qingluan's eyes were shining slightly. In the cold and empty palace, a smile gradually appeared on her face.

With that smile, the whole palace seemed to be bright.

She turned her eyes and looked at the two sugar figures beside the bed. She took them in her hands and carefully put them back to the original place.

"Morning tears..."

she murmured, then lay in bed and closed her eyes.Gu qingluan had a sweet sleep.

She went to bed very early today, because she was looking forward to tomorrow.

The next morning, Gu qingluan got up early. She sat on the bed, waiting for the mysterious knock on the door. But after waiting for an hour, the knock did not ring. Her face changed slightly. She got up and pushed the door open.

At the door, there was no cake or sugar man.

She stepped out of the sky, turned into a brilliant light, and went straight to Yuelong peak. She pushed the door to enter, but there was no one in the palace on the mountain, where there was a little lovely figure. At this moment, Gu qingluan's eyes crossed the cold light, and her heart was filled with an unprecedented emotion.

That emotion is called worry!