How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight: Chapter 466 The most important thing is that the world can\'t keep it, Zhu Yan speaks from the mirror, flowers and trees

   Chapter 466 The most unstoppable in the world, Zhu Yan Cijingjingjinghua Cishu (27)

  Yue Ying fell into that feeling like he was addicted

  Yue Ying's face immediately wrinkled his eyebrows, scolding in the bottom of his heart that this is too ****.

   When Yue Ying's head was still confused, Wen Xien turned to him, and his jade-like face returned to a cold look, "The poor monk doesn't quite understand what Yue Gongzi means."

Yue Ying immediately cleaned up the mess in his head, frowned and glanced at the front and replied, "Monk, what's so interesting about staying in the temple, don't come and follow me, I'll take you to see this prosperous world, you Guaranteed to resist being vulgar.”

   On the surface, Yue Ying said it in a casual tone, but in fact, he has been paying attention to the monk's reaction from the corner of his eyes. As long as the monk is a little moved, it means that there is still a chance to keep the monk.

People like    shouldn't be buried in deep mountain temples.

  Unfortunately, Wen Xien politely declined his kindness without even blinking his eyes.

   "Many thanks to Young Master Yue for his kindness, but poor monks are not greedy for these."

   "Then tell me, what are you greedy for?"

  Wen Xien doesn't quite understand why the teenager is always obsessed with her desires. Wen Xien has been a monk for so many years, which means that she has no greed anymore, and it can't be said that she doesn't, it can only be said that she has no greed.

   But Yue Ying was pressing harder and harder. If Yue Ying just wanted to use it to satisfy her desire to repay Wen Xien's kindness, then Wen Xien could be understood as a kindness.

  Wen Xien looked at Yue Ying quietly with clear eyes, "Poor monks are not greedy."

  Yue Ying laughed mockingly, he did not believe that a person really has no greed, as long as he is a person, he has desire.

   "Okay, you are a really boring monk." Then Yue Ying suddenly remembered something, and his smile couldn't help being frivolous and mischievous.

He casually put his arm on Wen Xien's shoulder, and then said in a low voice, "What do you think of the maid's appearance just now? That's the oiran I bought from Hongmeilou with a lot of money. In this Lanzhou, few women can compare. she."

   Then stared at Wen Xien's face playfully.

  Wen Xien smiled calmly: "Color is emptiness, appearance is just a layer of skin, and it will eventually change with time."

   After finishing the sentence, Yue Ying didn't know whether Wen Xien's calmness was real or pretended, whether it was because it really didn't matter, or whether she really felt that appearance didn't matter in her eyes.

   How can a person's appearance not be important?

  Yue Ying frowned and said "hey" to Wen Xien. Wen Xien turned his head and looked at him.

  Yue Ying stared at Wen Xien and asked, "Have you ever broken your precept?"

   Wen Xien shook his head with a faint smile.

"real or fake."

   nodded.

   "...how did you get through such a boring life, don't you think it's boring? Your desire..."

  Yue Ying muttered in disbelief, Wen Xien looked at him but smiled more gently and calmly.

  Yue Ying was stunned for a moment, then frowned, looked aside, put his arms off Wen Xien's shoulders a little, and sat up straighter.

   didn't care what Wen Xien's expression was now.

  ──he responded.

   And even faster than the first time.

The feeling before    seems to have made him form a conditioned reaction, as long as there is a stimulus, there will be a direct response.

   He felt that he was embarrassed to see the monk smiling. The cleaner the monk smiled, the more unbearable he was.

   He was very disgusted by this kind of thing before, and felt particularly disgusting.

  Yue Ying couldn't understand how he could laugh so cleanly, as if they were not talking about something unspeakable.

   However, what made Yue Ying feel the most unbelievable was his current situation.

   Although his physical reaction was very direct, Yue Ying didn't think he liked monks, maybe he was just confused by that face.

   After all, with such an attractive face, it’s not normal for people who don’t respond.

   At this time, Wen Xien said lightly: "The reason why desire is called desire is because there is desire. If there is no desire, then there will be desire? Physiological problems are human nature."

  Which fox friend said a similar sentence in the past, with a nonchalant joke.

   But compared with Wen Xien, who was in front of him with cold brows and eyes, the meaning and mentality were completely different.

The    one makes people feel that they are used to indulgence and don’t care, but this one is too rational to think about everything.

  This monk has the rationality of an old man in his 70s and 80s, and the calmness and gentleness of a middle-aged man, but it makes people feel as innocent and ignorant as a six or seven-year-old child.

  Yue Ying was even more irritable, and he didn't know what was bothering him.

   He felt like he wanted to have a magnetic field on his body. He could feel the monk beside him, no matter how close he was, making the cells in his whole body feel as if they were stimulant.

   "Bullshit, how can people have no desires? Could it be that you are still an immortal." He turned his head and asked Wen Xien viciously.

   Wen Xien said indifferently, "There are no gods."

  Yue Ying picked up the glass and drank it, her brows and eyes were slightly gloomy, Wen Xien kindly persuaded her, but Yue Ying ignored her and didn't even look at her.

  ──He dared not look at her.

  Yue Ying promises that Wen Xien is not allowed to smile again, what will happen to him.

   Of course Yue Ying didn't think he would do anything to Wen Xien, but he couldn't stand the feeling, like a cat scratching at the tip of his heart.

   What an annoying monk.

  ——

   The brightly lit, spacious and gorgeous palace is like daytime, but it is already midnight outside.

  The couch is set with a sapphire incense pillow, covered with a soft silkworm ice mat, and stacked with jade belts and quilts.

  Yue Ying supported his head with one hand, sat up slightly lazily and slanted on the soft couch, his tall and straight body stretched out, and narrowed his eyes that should have been romantic and affectionate, but at this time they were unreasonable.

  Crystal bead curtains are pouring down, behind the curtains, there are people wearing gauze and playing the piano, the sound of the piano flowing between the ups and downs of the fingertips, whether it is empty or real, changing, like a secluded dripping spring, clear, ethereal and exquisite.

  The incense is rich, and the corruption and paper drunkenness will rot away human nature.

  Yue Ying raised his hand lazily, and immediately two maids raised the crystal bead curtain.

   glanced, his eyes stopped on the face of the fair-faced woman who was playing the piano with her eyes slightly lowered, and then crossed again.

   (end of this chapter)