The hot summer quietly came to China. At this time, Tianjing University was on the day of a military-civilian party. The leaders of Tianjing Military Region and Tianjing University communicated, and finally decided to hold this party that communicates military-civilian relationships.

As the four famous school beauties of Tianjin University, especially the four are not only beautiful, but also have outstanding talents. Naturally, the school has entrusted important tasks as the pillar of the party.

"Aunt, I won't participate." Xiaoyu said to Li Xue, who is already the head of the Chinese Department of Tianjin University.

"Aunt Zuo, I won't participate, either." Jiang Qingying said the same thing.

The two women turned around and left without waiting for Li Xue to speak.

Li Xue sighed. Since her son disappeared, Xiaoyu and Jiang Qingying have been depressed. Their smiles have completely disappeared from their faces. They are just zombie-like activities for school life. They are three o'clock every day, no extracurricular activities, and they don't like to speak.

Only the two good sisters Xue Yuyan and Dong Xiuxiu can chat with the second daughter. Even their parents rarely hear the voice of the second daughter. When they are resting, they lock themselves in the house when they return home from school.

If you want to say that the one who has the deepest relationship with the second daughter now is the girl named Han Shuang. If the three girls get together, they always go out together and leave for a day. No one knows where the three girls go.

Li Xue once talked to Zuo Aiguo about the three women in this state. Both of them suspected that something must have happened between the people on the day Xiaojun disappeared.

Parents from several families have asked their daughters, but they have not received any information. They have consistent opinions and refuse to answer any information about that day.

Thinking of this, Li Xue said to Xue Yuyan and Dong Xiuxiu beside her: "These two children have really changed now. They have become like this since Xiaojun disappeared. You are their good sisters. Do you know the reason?"

"I don't know, we have asked the reason more than once, but they just refused to say it." Xue Yuyan said. Since she returned from Hong Kong, she found that everything had changed. Her beloved man disappeared. Her good sisters became a little silent. She also urgently wanted to know the reason.

"Then I will get rid of you two at this party." Li Xue had no choice but to demand Xiaoyu and Jiang Qingying, so she could only rely on Xue Yuyan and Dong Xiuxiu to give more effort to the party.

Just after school, Xiaoyu and Jiang Qingying left the school as soon as possible. Shuang'er was waiting for the two of them at the school gate. The BMW is now driven by Shuang'er every day.

Xiaoyu and the other two got into the car without saying anything. Shuang'er started the car and drove towards the guesthouse near Babaoshan that the three girls remembered deeply in their hearts.

Every once in a while, the three girls would make an appointment to go there, leaving the three girls’ last memories of Xiaojun there.

Since returning from the grassland, the relationship between the three girls has become deeper. Maybe they feel like they are connected to each other, maybe they have a relationship that has been owned by a man, maybe they are the relationship that they have been together day and night during their days when they are looking for Xiaojun. In short, the relationship between the three girls is comparable to that of their own sisters, but the three girls have never talked about what to do if Xiaojun comes back.

It's still the same room. Since returning from the grassland, Shuang'er has wrapped up this room and does not allow any guests to check in.

"This cruel man has been in more than 4 months. Apart from that letter, there is no news. Shuang'er, do you think something will happen to him?" Xiaoyu asked with her legs held her back and leaned against the head of the bed.

"No, no one can make something happen to him, he just doesn't want to come back." Shuang'er was still so calm. Although she thought that the man was almost crazy about thinking, it was difficult to show off on the surface.

"We made him sad, this is a punishment for us." Jiang Qingying has been calling the title of Iceberg Beauty in school for a while, and she has been facing people coldly. After that incident, except for the four sisters in the dormitory, she never said a word to people at school. Only when the three girls gathered here, Jiang Qingying showed her sentimentality.

"Hmph, that unfaithful person, even if he comes back, we will ignore him." Xiaoyu pouted and said angrily.

"I can't do it. I really miss him in my heart. Can you do it?" Jiang Qingying shrank herself in that corner of the past, where she had her deepest memories.

"Yes, it's all his shadow here now." Shuang'er said, pointing to her heart, her eyes empty and she fell into memories.

Xiaoyu also shook her head, buried her head between her legs, and stopped talking.

The three girls stayed in their favorite positions, just stayed quietly without saying a word or turning on the lights. They were just silent memories. Only by letting themselves fall into memories full of their minds will their hearts not hurt.

At this time, Xiaojun had been in Shaolin Temple for 3 months, and his daily life was basically the same. First, he got up in the morning and ran to the place where the monks practiced in the temple and practiced with them. During the three months, he also learned a lot of martial arts routines. After consideration, he had integrated into his own tactics and improved his fighting methods. If he had mostly relied on his strong body in the past, now he really perfectly combined strength and skills.

In the morning, he would play Go with Tianyuan. This is what Tianyuan asked Xiaojun to do. Playing Go is the most effective way to hone a person's carefulness. Xiaojun emphasized the attack from the beginning and gradually became more and more stable. He could already compete with Tianyuan. He always had one move in the end. If he didn't watch chess player, he only looked at the chess path. No one believed that Xiaojun's chess was a chess that a young man under 20 years old could walk out.

In the afternoon, Tianyuanhui cleanses Xiaojun's mind and wakes up the mantra every day. Every time he recites it, Tianyuan's face becomes ugly. After three months, Xiaojun found that Tianyuan's face had lost its rosy and pale as snow. Xiaojun learned that neither the mantra of meditation nor the mantra of awakening is an ordinary mantra, and it must be a despicable act. The old lama died early in this way. For Tianyuan's health, he had also stopped Tianyuan's efforts to waste his energy. Tianyuan ignored Xiaojun's stop and still recited the mantra of awakening for him.

Xiaojun himself worked harder and tried hard to transform his sharpness. In order to live up to the two eminent monks, he also saved some hard work for Tianyuan. He also read some Buddhist scriptures and had a deeper understanding of the awakening mantra.

At night, Xiaojun would carve small pieces of wood with a carving knife. Tianyuan said that one day he could carve a complete thing with one knife, and he could go down the mountain, a perfect Zuo Haojun.

If someone walks into the room where Xiaojun lives at this time, he will find that all the carved objects are figures. No matter in various forms, there are only three women in these figures.

Just this day when Xiaoyu and the three girls gathered at the guesthouse again, Xiaojun also routinely came to Tianyuan's room in the afternoon and listened to him chanting the awakening mantra.

The accumulation of many days broke out today, and Xiaojun's feelings were completely different today. The awakening curse had just sounded. In his mind, there were no longer those real feelings that could be felt on weekdays, but pieces of nothingness. Here, there was nothing, only the ever-expanding nothingness.

Tianyuan also felt the difference between Xiaojun today. He woke up his mind and did not stop and continued to recite.

Empty is only emptiness, nothingness is empty, bringing into reality, everything is existence, letting it from the heart is empty, tolerating everything, I am the greatest.

As soon as he realized, Xiaojun smiled at the corner of his mouth, and he took out the carving knife and small wooden blocks he carried with him from his arms. One knife, a knife without pause, was the most perfect work so far, Xiaoyu's character carving, and was vividly displayed in Xiaojun's hands.

Tianyuan's voice stopped, and the knife in Xiaojun's hand also stopped. The two opened their eyes at the same time and looked at each other and smiled.

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood spurted out of Tianyuan's mouth, dyeing his silver beard and front collar red.

"Master, how are you?" Xiaojun quickly supported Tianyuan and asked anxiously.

"It's okay, I'm old and lacking energy. Don't worry, I can't die yet. How many years can I live? A person like me who knew the destiny still has some understanding of his fate." Tian Yuan calmed down and said, and he also knew that Xiaojun was worried that he would also exhaust his hard work like an old lama.

"Monks don't lie, master, don't deceive the boy, otherwise the boy will be upset." Xiaojun said such words because he was afraid that Tianyuan would comfort him, so he quickly asked.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." After several months of getting along, Tianyuan also fell in love with Xiaojun deeply, and his words were as intimate as the elders to the younger generations.

Xiaojun then felt relieved and gently wiped the blood from the corner of Tianyuan's mouth, straightened his body before returning to his cushion.

Tianyuan looked at Xiaojun carefully for a long time at this time. From the initial sharpness to the current heavy sword without sharp edge, with a calm look and a faint smile on his lips, Xiaojun was able to be called perfect at this time.

"Boy, you can go down the mountain. From now on, the sky is high and the sea is wide and you can fly. I thought it would be great if you could do it in a year, but I didn't expect that it was only 3 months, which is very good, very good." Tian Yuan smiled with relief.

"The master will never forget the great kindness of the boy. I really can't bear to give up on the master, but there are so many ties in the world, so I have to go down the mountain. Does the master have anything to tell him?" At this time, Xiaojun did not have the youthful and frivolous appearance that he had just come out of Tibet, and no one else's eyes would stay on him for an extra second, except for his outstanding appearance. Everyone would think that Xiaojun was in vain for this good skin, but he did not have the same temperament as he had.

"Boy, remember to do more things for the people. If conditions permit, benefit the society and the country. If you can do more things, you will not waste my hard work. It can be regarded as the request of the two of us old people to you." Tianyuan's eyes showed a reluctant expression and he asked.

"Okay, I promise to do it, please rest assured by the master."

"Okay, okay, go, pack up, go down the mountain early tomorrow morning, so don't say goodbye to me. Just come back to see me, the old man, if you have time in the future." At this moment, Tianyuan was not a Taoist monk, but a twentieth old man treated his juniors.

"Take a good care, I will come back to see you if you have time."

After saying that, Xiaojun quietly withdrew from the room, he felt very sad. He had never enjoyed the care of his elders from another generation since he was a child. The kind of care that d and Liu Shuai always made him feel a little different. Only the old lama and Zen Master Tianyuan in Tibet made him truly feel selfless care.

Xiaojun first went to say goodbye to Huizhen. Huizhen, who had always been unspeakable, saw Xiaojun who had completed his transformation, and also showed a gratifying look in her eyes. She nodded slightly and congratulated Xiaojun.

"Master Huizhen, I will go down the mountain tomorrow. Thank you for your care for me for so many days. Thank you." Xiaojun bowed sincerely to Huizhen.

Huizhen still didn't speak, but just closed her hands and lowered her head to say goodbye.

Xiaojun said goodbye to the monks who were familiar with Shaolin Temple one by one. Huitong presided over the meeting, the monks who were practicing martial arts together. The monks said that they would definitely see Xiaojun off tomorrow morning.

Early the next morning, before dawn, Xiaojun had destroyed all the failed carvings last night, carrying only the Shuang'er and Jiang Qingying who were later re-carved and the Xiaoyu carvings that were first completed before. He changed into the clothes he had when he came. He didn't want to feel the parting, so he chose to leave quietly.

Finally, I looked at the bamboo house where Tianyuan lived, and followed the way I came, carefully remembering every grass and tree of Shaolin Temple in my heart, and walked out of Shaolin Temple with a faint feeling of parting.

Xiaojun had just left. From the various meditation rooms of Shaolin Temple, monks walked out quietly and came to the mountain gate, silently staring at Xiaojun's distant figure. If Xiaojun turned around at this time, he would see hundreds of monks folded their hands together and chanting Amitabha in a low voice.
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