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This sentence was like a needle stabbing into her heart. Her spirit suddenly surged as she flew over to Little Wen's side.

"Sima Lin!" She recognized the dead woman at a glance. "You came before me, Sima Lin. Why?" "I was going to call you big sis, but you're going to give it to me. You're going to let me take all the good stuff and fun. Why aren't you giving this man to me?"

Sima Lin was Miss's sworn sister. In the Central Plains, Luoyang's Peony Flower was a year older than Miss. Miss was a flower from Jiangnan. She met a bandit by accident on Lantern Night Flower Street and almost died. Fortunately, the assassin and the assassin walked past the Jun to save him, and the assassin left without leaving behind his name. The two sisters had been following this swordsman for years.

Two years later, when they met again on the streets of Luoyang, the swordsman, who was on a mission and had been pestered by the two sisters, told them to find the tallest peach tree. Then everyone sent a note.

The third time was now. There was no doubt that the note indicated that they would meet here this year.

Now that Sima Lin was dead, the Miss didn't care how she died. After all, she was looking for a swordsman.

After many years of being sworn sisters, their hearts were linked together. Compared to men, they were actually in such a bad shape. This situation was very puzzling.

It puzzled the swordsman.

Pah pah pah pah.

Three claps gradually sounded out, and both the young miss and her servant looked over.

A monk slowly walked over. His monastic robe was very strange, and its color was very strange. The green monastic robe was probably the best in the world.

What was even weirder was that two peerless beauties, a maidservant and a green-clothed monk, meeting in the middle of a large peach forest at dawn, no one could figure it out.

"Benefactor Xie Tingting, you're late. Your sister Sima Lin has already left!" The monk bowed, his brows slightly closed, his expression calm.

Miss Xie Tingting did not understand and stared wide-eyed, "It's you? It's you? " She recognized the monk's voice, his clear, smooth voice, and the voice of a swordsman who had met his master, even though she had only heard two sentences from him, "Yes, yes, yes, you are here, you are finally here!

"Benefactor, you have mistaken me. This humble monk came from the Spirit Hidden Temple and passed by this place …" The green-clothed monk did not raise his head from beginning to end. He clasped his hands together and turned around to leave. He said, "Sorry for the interruption …"

"Wait!" Master, please hold on! " The servant Xiao Wen said.

The green-clothed monk stopped.

Xie Tingting looked at Monk Qing Yi's face, and without taking her eyes off him, she said, "How do you know my name is Xie Tingting? "The one on the ground is Sima Lin?"

The Green Robed Monk raised his head and slowly opened his eyes, saying, "I have been entrusted by someone to send a message!" He bowed once again. "I will take my leave, goodbye for now!" He turned around and disappeared in the blink of an eye like a strong wind.

Xie Tingting carefully recalled the monk's back and thought, "Why does he look so much like a person?" That's right, he is a swordsman meeting his master, there is no mistake about it! "

"Little Wen, chase it!" Xie Tingting jumped onto the horse. At the same time, she also brought Little Wen up.

Ride! Chase after him...

The sky was white, the peach trees in the Peach Dock were blooming with new leaves.

A drizzle of rain began to fall from the sky.

The two of them rode through the entire peach forest, but they still did not find the Green Robed Monk. When he returned to the grave, Sima Lin's corpse was lying on the ground in front of the grave plate. There was a green cassock over it, covering half of her face. Xie Tingting could clearly see that it was the monastic robe that the monk was wearing. It couldn't be wrong!

But now, there was no monk. Looking over, it was a vast expanse of greyness. Flowers covered the ground, and sadness filled the eyes. Xie Tingting felt a sense of loss in her heart. It was clearly a swordsman meeting his sovereign, yet they did not acknowledge each other when they met! That feeling of loneliness and desolation was something that outsiders would not be able to understand.

"Where is he …" "The swordsman meets his sovereign …" Xie Tingting muttered to herself. At this moment, two streams of tears flowed down uncontrollably. The cold tears were as cold as the weather here. Mixed with the cold rain, it rolled down and disappeared into the thin black cloth. The red cotton yarn inside the muslin had long been soaked through by the rain, and the slim curve of her body was added to the chilliness.

What a "cold" beauty!

For a dignified young girl of the Carefree Villa, she had seen all sorts of characters and heard of all sorts of situations. But now, she had lost her soul for the sake of an assassin who had been chasing for six years. This was too strange. The maid, Xiao Wen, saw that the lord was silent and did not say anything. She then stepped forward and lifted up the green cassock that Sima Lin was wearing.

As the saying goes, a dog relies on its power. The maids of a wealthy family were not weak either. Not only were their martial arts exceptional, but they also had good judgement. She knew that there was a secret behind the kasaya.

Actually, Xie Tingting also knew that now, she was staring at the green cassock. It was just that Little Wen acted a little faster than her mistress, Xie Tingting. This was no wonder. Wasn't it common for maidservants to flatter him?

When Xiao Wen extended her hand and was about to twirl her green cassock, she said, "Wait!" A voice stopped him. The man's voice was very similar to that of the monk from a moment ago, "She's dead, are you still not letting her rest?"

With a "sou" sound, another bronze coin shot out and struck the defenseless maid, Xiao Wen's, wrist.

Xiao Wen's wrist felt numb, and her green cassock fell off once again.