The Imperial Guard’s Revenge Chapter 94: ：Ten Miles of Spring Breeze

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The spring breeze is ten miles away, and all the wines are inferior to you.

Since Tan Manxue's illness got better yesterday, Liu Mu and Liu Mu have been living in an inn in Luoyi City. This is the second time he has stayed in this inn. Ignoring the shopkeeper's gray face, he asked for a room in the upper room and never came out again. Whenever he wanted to eat soup or medicine, he asked the waiter to do it for him and deliver it to the room. He threw out a lot of money without hesitation, making the waiter, who was originally crying, wish he could call him ancestor. However, the waiter who walked out of the room pretended to be crying and mourning, making the others laugh.

"Don't worry, I'm already cured!" The sick beauty Tan Manxue, under Liu Mu's meticulous care, could barely sit up and lean on the bed, and her pale face also had a healthy look at this moment. With flushed eyes and a sweet smile, she looked affectionately at the man in front of her who was busy covering his bed, stretched out her jade hand to hold Liu Mu's hand, and said softly!

"It's my fault that I didn't think carefully." Liu Mu's tone was filled with guilt, he held Tan Manxue's catkins in his hands, clasped his hands in front of his chin, and said softly.

Tan Manxue had never seen Liu Muhui show such affection before. Immediately, a warm current surged in his heart, and she almost shed tears. She looked at the man in front of her with red eyes, but thought of her aunt in her mind. She wanted to tell her that she had found the happiness that her aunt said, and that she had not followed her old path. They would live an ordinary and happy life, and have a child of their own, and watch him grow up together, slowly and slowly. aged.

"Do you like to admit mistakes?" Feeling the hot heat from Liu Mu's palm, Tan Manxue retracted her thoughts, showed a playful smile, stuck out her tongue, and asked.

Liu Mu was a little stunned when he heard Tan Manxue's question. He really didn't know when he had learned to admit his mistakes. In the past, he would have been very resistant to this subconscious change and would even hide away. But now he doesn't want to, he wants to cherish the woman in front of him and live a simple life with her, but the big man's thoughts are at work, and he refuses to admit defeat and says: "I prefer drinking!"

"What about me?" Tan Manxue's eyes flashed brightly, more of expectation, and she stared at Liu Mu without blinking and asked.

Liu Mu knew he was going to suffer after saying those words, and sure enough, Tan Manxue got him in again as he wished. In fact, he didn't look back carefully. If he had done so, he would have discovered that he had never won every confrontation with Tan Manxue. His definition of Tan Manxue at the beginning was extremely appropriate. The woman in front of him was indeed extremely intelligent. So, after thinking for a few seconds, he blurted out: "All the wines are inferior to you!"

This sentence is familiar to Tan Manxue. As a well-educated woman, she knows the origin of this sentence. It is a line from a love poem written by a poet named Guo, "The spring breeze is ten miles away, and all the wine is inferior to You." Although she knew it, she still jumped wildly at the impact of Liu Mu's affection. Such little feelings were blown away by the spring breeze and came back again, floating thirty thousand miles in the sky. May the wandering people have wine to drink, and may the lonely people sing. Those who love each other have a future, and those who wait have answers. Isn't this their portrayal?

"I still like your wine and can walk into you." Tan Manxue smiled very sweetly, as if she wanted to mix all the spring breeze into her feelings, instill it completely into Liu Mu, and let her life No more regrets.

Liu Mu just looked at Tan Manxue quietly, as if this was the only thing he could do in the world. One of them smiled, the other watched, just waiting for the passage of time. Don't mind leaving it deserted.

"Amitabha! I, Fanhui, specially ask the magic sword to speak to me in Shaolin." A Buddha's call rang through his ears, interrupting the silence between the two. Liu Mu frowned in displeasure. His face was extremely ugly.

Tan Manxue took out the hand that Liu Mu had been holding, raised it and caressed Liu Mu's brow naturally, smoothed it gently, and said softly: "Go and have a look, he should be running towards you. Come." Seeing Liu Mu hesitate to speak, he interrupted: "Don't worry about me, I will be fine."

Liu Mu nodded, turned and walked towards the outside of the house. When passing by the table, he lifted the three thousand miles on the table. The aura around him became more solemn with every step, like a **** walking out of the sky, squeezing Suppressing the surrounding space, when they arrived outside the door, all the momentum seemed to have disappeared, and it seemed as if it had never appeared before, just so dull. But in the eyes of Fan Hui who fell downstairs, he was extremely horrified. This was a sign of high mental compression, which was only recorded in legendary ancient books.

"I don't know you Shaolin very well. It's time for you to leave." Liu Mu glanced at the dozen or so bright bald heads downstairs. Among them, the old monk at the head was particularly conspicuous. He was slender and dressed in bright yellow. The Buddha is dressed in clothes that are cut to fit perfectly. He wears a bright red cassock with gold threads embroidered on it. The heaven is plump and rosy, the ground is unique and round, and the white eyebrows and white beard give it the appearance of an eminent monk. However, Liu Mu, who was disturbed, still said angrily.

Fan Hui is the current Buddha Master of Prajna Hall. He has been a monk in Shaolin since he was a child. He has martial arts qualifications that are rare to find in a century. His Prajna Dragon Elephant Qi is extremely strong and powerful, reaching the middle level of Xiantian. He is known as the first Shaolin monk in a century. one person. In addition to teaching martial arts to the monks of Prajna Hall, he has been meditating in the Buddhist hall on weekdays. It is difficult for outsiders to see his face. It is widely said that his head is like a Buddha bowl, his body is eight arms long, and his roar has the power to subdue dragons and tigers. Because he was traveling many years ago, he was very ruthless in his actions. He often cut off people's limbs in battle, and he eventually became known as the Blood Buddha.

"Since the magic sword has come to me, Luoyi, how can I, Shaolin, not entertain me? The laughter of fellow Jianghu comrades can break my eardrums, but I can't afford it." Fanhui's cone-like voice His pupils revealed a cruel and inexplicable smile, and he spoke word by word.

Liu Mu knew that Fanhui would not rest until he was brought back today. Looking at the dozen or so monks with bulging temples, all of them sharpening their swords, he was probably preparing to use force to coerce him into visiting. If he were alone, he didn't think he would be afraid. Even if he couldn't kill the other party, it might not be easy for the other party to keep him. It's just that Tan Manxue in the room needs to rest now and can no longer bear to travel long distances with him. Besides, I'm afraid it would be difficult to rush out with Tan Manxue on my own, and I felt anxious for a while. But his face remained calm and calm, and he said: "Master, do you really have to ask me to go back?"

"When you killed Mo Xiong, the head of the Mo family, you should have thought that today would happen. Shaolin has always taken it as its mission to conquer demons. How could you not invite the magic sword to go to my Shaolin to eat fast and chant Buddha's name to resolve this problem? This is a good thing for Jiang Hu and you." Fan Hui said with compassion on his face, lowering his eyebrows and raising one palm to his chest.

Liu Mu hasn't seen through the world of mortals yet, not to mention that he also likes to eat meat and drink wine. He doesn't think Shaolin really invites him to go back to eat fast and chant Buddha. He may be waiting for endless confinement. Knowing that there was nothing he could do, Liu Mu turned his head and looked around without giving up. He needed a suitable opportunity to get out of the predicament. The next moment, his brows relaxed, he raised the corners of his mouth with a pretty smile, and said: "The name of the sword is Sanqianli, it is four feet long, and it weighs twenty-one kilograms."