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After a rest of about a quarter of an hour, the party moved on.

When yingyingchuo saw the temple on the mountain, Qingqing finally breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, the painful soles of her feet slowed down a little, and her pace quickened unconsciously.

"I'll never come again." Qingqing leans on Feng Yu and complains.

Feng Yu laughed, picked up the fan and hit her on the head: "madam, you have to follow her husband well in the future."

This is the second time that Qingqing heard Feng Yu ask her to exercise. Exercise is good, but if she was asked to sacrifice sleep, she would not agree, "how do you want me to exercise? It's said that practicing martial arts can improve one's health. Is Xianggong asking me to learn martial arts? " Finish saying, Qing Qing still Jiao Di Di ground threw a flattering eye to him.

Feng Yu knew that she was saying no, but he thought it was funny, so he continued: "don't worry, madam. I won't let her work so hard for her husband. Just a few years ago, abbot kongchen gave me an interesting and easy-to-learn fist score. Why don't my wife get up half an hour earlier every day so that I can teach her slowly? "

The smile on Qingqing's face suddenly solidified, and then chuckled: "Xianggong said, you have business every day, how can you accompany me every day?"

I'm kidding. The ancients had morning court almost every day. How could they have time to do these little things with her? She knew that Feng Yu was just teasing her.

Once again, he Moyu was put aside. At this time, she no longer tormented the handkerchief in her hand, but clenched her dress, her teeth biting her lower lip, as if trying to control her emotions.

"What's the matter, miss he? But you don't feel well? " It's rare to see that he Moyu's mood is so leaked. Qingqing naturally doesn't want to miss such an opportunity.

He Moyu recovered and covered up: "yes, it's uncomfortable. Mrs. Xie cares."

He Mo Yu was hit hard on this day. First, he was a little less proud than his rival. Then he thought that his sweetheart was just perfunctory to his wife. But he didn't expect that they were not only affectionate, but also tacit. His heart suddenly cooled and he didn't know what to do.

"What kind of marriage is there?" Qingqing asked again.

He Mo Yu reluctantly smile: "not yet, my father and mother love, did not intend to marry my family early."

Qingqing nods, turns her eyes and smiles at Feng Yu. She says to Feng Yu, "you have a chance."

Feng Yu had no choice but to smile. Suddenly he was not happy. He should be happy, but he was not only unhappy, but also angry. Now he didn't speak any more.

"Ding, the target's liking degree is + 5, and the current liking degree is 45."

Once again, I finally arrived at my destination, Qingliang temple.

There are no luxurious buildings here, and several temples are scattered among the mountains and forests. All the walls are painted dark red, and the roof and eaves are dark gray tiles.

There are not many people in temples who burn incense and worship Buddha to fulfill their vows. Most of them are old people. Young people like them are particularly prominent here, and they often attract people's attention.

All the little Shamis in the temple knew Feng Yu. When they passed by, they put their hands together and bowed slightly: "good, benefactor Feng."

Feng Yu also gave a salute and walked through the small doors, then arrived at a small hut and buttoned the door gently.

With a creak, the door opened.

A little monk about ten years old stood in front of the door and asked, "who is the benefactor?"

Feng Yu laughed. Without returning to the little monk's words, she yelled directly to the inside, "why don't you come to meet my old friend?"

"Ha ha ha ~" as soon as Feng Yu's voice fell, he heard a few hearty laughter coming from the hut, "how can you be free today in the future for a long time?"

The voice is getting closer and closer. Qingqing finally sees the people in the hut.

He was kind-hearted and immortal. He didn't wear cassock, only wore a gray robe.