Master Zhizhen is gone.

The sun shines brightly, and Chen Xing sat on the corridor steps and suddenly didn't want to practice.

He lay down on the floor with his arms pillowing, watching the sky through the floating wind curtain, flowing clouds passing by, changing his appearance.

I don’t know how long I have watched this, but I seem to feel that the wind is disturbing. Chen Xing waved his hand and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

But he never noticed that a scratch appeared on the wind curtain, the thread was slightly stretched, not very clear, but it really existed.

Time passed for unknown amounts until it was woken up by the roar of the motorcycle that was approaching.

Chen Xing covered the sun with the back of his hand, and heard the footsteps walking through the bluestone slabs in the yard. The sound was crisp and light, and it was nimble, like a high boot.

He looked in a daze.

The shadows of the trees in the yard swayed, the grass blew, and the tall figure came to my eyes, blocking the sunshine.

She is a very beautiful woman, wearing a black tight-fitting dress, her legs are long and tight. She has bright water-green eyes, a straight nose bridge, fair skin, plump lip line, and long silver waist-length hair. Her temperament is elegant and cold, making people dare not look at her.

She leaned over slightly, the zipper under her neck was a little low, her collarbone was so beautiful that it showed a round and white area.

"Remember me?" she asked.

Chen Xing was stunned for a moment, and felt that the first time I saw such a beautiful person, as delicate as jade, as bright as the sun, was cold. But I should have seen her.

My mother, Mie Toshiba, was an actress. Later, her mother became depressed by her father's neglect, and her former friends stopped moving, except for her.

At her mother's funeral, she tied her hair bun, draped her veil from her hat, leaned over to wipe away her tears, then opened her black umbrella and disappeared into the rain. That was the last time she saw her.

At this time, the figure in the distant memory gradually overlapped with the person in front of you.

"Auntie Chris?" Tu Fang Chenxing spoke with some uncertainty, and slowly stood up, looking at the person in front of him, the confusion in his eyes was replaced by awakening.

Belmode then smiled, his eyebrows and eyes softly, and a charming smile spread on the corners of his lips.

"You don't seem to change much," said Chen Xing.

"Are still as beautiful as before?" Belmode chuckled.

Chen Xing lowered his head a little embarrassedly and said, "Auntie, do you drink water?"

"No, I'm not busy, and I'll call you sister!" Belmode reached out and grabbed his face. The place where he started quickly turned red, and then it spread, and his whole face became a little hot.

Chen Xing sat down in the corridor.

Belmode pursed his lips and sat aside.

Her waist is very thin and her body is graceful. At this time, her arms are supported backwards, her figure is stretched, and her legs are stretched straight.

For young boys who are ignorant of the world, they are not stingy in the first place to know sword energy and sword intent.

Chen Xing tried hard to think about Master Zhizhen's kind-hearted appearance in his mind.

Belmode looked at him quietly, then looked away, "I only stabilized a few years ago, and I kept asking about you. Later, I heard that Tufangjia... I didn't expect you to live here."

She seems to have a natural affinity, which makes people subconsciously trust and get close to each other.

Chen Xing said: "Uncle Jiroji saved me and then arranged for me to practice with Master Zhizhen."

"Is that family of Suzuki Consortium?" asked Belmode.

"Well, they are all family members who treat me well." Chen Xing smiled.

Belmode smiled silently. In fact, she had already investigated these things, including the car parked at the intersection of the street in front of the temple, which is the bodyguard of the Suzuki family.

Perhaps, she also took a fancy to the strange bloodline of the Tufang family. Thinking of this, she took the initiative to say, "I heard that Master Zhizhen seemed to have left?"

"Yes, he is old and wants to go out for a walk." Chen Xing said sadly.

"What about you, what are your plans in the future?"

Chen Xun can't help but remain silent.

"Didn't think about it?" asked Belmode.

"Yes." Chen Xing nodded honestly.

"If the enemy of the Tufang family knows your existence... your power alone is too weak." Belmode looked at him with his eyes flat.

Chen Xing frowned.

Belmode smiled slightly, "Although the Suzuki Consortium is strong, you are an outsider after all, and you can't be protected by others for the rest of your life."

Chen Xing seemed to be thinking, but he didn't say anything.

"What, I suspect I have ulterior motives?" Belmode held his elbow on his legs, held his chin and looked at him with a smile on his eyes.

"That's it." Chen Xing was calm.

"This world is big. I just don't want you to waste your talent. The road to growth is still long. I want to help you."

Belmode looked at Chen Xing for a moment, suddenly raised his hand, hooked his forearm on his neck, leaned slightly closer, facing his short breath, and pressed against his ears, "I am your mother's best friend, and you are like my child, I will love you forever."

A scent of fragrance swept across the tip of his nose, and the warm breath of orchids was around his ears. Perhaps because he was tired of practicing today, Chen Xing suddenly had the urge to draw his sword and cut through his karma.

He quickly calmed down, as if facing the quiet and turbid pond for countless days and nights.

Belmode was about to part with him, still with a soft and close smile, and then stood up.

She stretched and had a charming figure, then handed a piece of paper with the number written on it to his hand.

"Men always have to shoulder their own life. If they figure it out, call me, at any time."

After saying that, Belmode blinked at him, with his hands behind his back, as if he was enjoying the scenery in the temple, and left easily.

Chen Xing held the still warm white paper piece, lay down again, and looked at it. But the wind in the hall was inexplicably cold and cool, which made people's hearts feel, and suddenly he lost his sleepiness.

...

In the evening, the Suzuki family sent someone to come, and Chen Xing cleaned up the yard.

He didn't have much to take away. Most of the clothes sent by Tomoko Suzuki over the years have been donated to the orphanage by Master Chijin, and a lot of his living expenses have also been donated together.

So he had very little luggage, a wooden knife, a few clean clothes in his backpack, and the woven with red flowers when he was a child.

The wooden knife is covered with a sheath. Master Zhizhen once said, "Swords are hidden in danger. They must be kept in the sheath. If they come out, they will hurt people." Therefore, he was asked to think twice before drawing the sword in the future and think more.

Chen Xing always believed what he said to him and thought it made sense, so he didn't know that it was just a slander and adding a sense of style to himself.

The black car parked at the entrance of the temple, Chen Xing put his backpack in the back seat and turned around.

The temple was filled with incense, and there were running little novice monks. The monks lowered their eyebrows and cleaned them with their eyes. Occasionally, pilgrims were pious together, but they could no longer hear the firm and crisp shouts and slashes.

"Young Master Tufang, if you're fine, we should leave." The bodyguard reminded.

"Okay." Honest awakens the gods.

...

At the intersection of the street, Belmode put on lip gloss in the rearview mirror of the motorcycle.

Next to it, a dark classic car, the Porsche 356A.

"It's just a little devil, is it necessary to pay so much attention?" The cool vodka held up his sunglasses.

"The little devil will always grow up one day." Belmode smiled.
Chapter completed!