They spent an extra night in the cave.
When the sun was setting in the west, Cheng Wuyun moved the bedding for them, picked wild fruits, and gave them clean water.
This is Su Ji's request.
As a ghost, Cheng Wuyun didn't know whether she was cold or warm, hungry or full. She didn't understand the reason for Su Ji's request, but she still obeyed.
There were many things that Cheng Wuyun didn't quite understand. For example, although the Tai Chi array she set up has thousands of years of spiritual blessing, it is not difficult to break it, or break the mountain violently, and find another way. The third uncle would be trapped by her so easily.
On the second day, the Taiji formation was self-defeating, and Duan Shujue and the others saw Ren Tingfeng, who had been trapped for more than three or four days in the adjacent pit.
When the few people met, Ren Tingfeng was telling a fast-footed disciple: "Go quickly and go back quickly, and tell the brothers, saying that all the disciples are safe and will return the next day, don't worry about it."
The disciple took the order, and was about to leave when Ren Tingfeng stopped him: "After the notification, come back sooner. It's not good to lose one person for birthday celebration."
As soon as he turned his head, Ren Tingfeng saw Wen Yujing, waved a small bamboo fan, took the initiative to meet him, and said with a smile, "Sin is a sin, it really makes senior brother worry about it, and he sent all six junior brothers here."
Wen Yujing smiled lightly: "Fortunately, there is no danger."
Ren Tingfeng said: "It's not necessarily dangerous, it's okay to be shocked, Mortimer mentions it. Brother Wen, can you bring money?"
Wen Yujing untied the bag from his waist.
Ren Tingfeng said: "Thank you, brother, go back to the mountain and return that snow lotus to you."
He threw the kit to his disciple: "Go and buy some gifts. Since you are here as a guest, there is no accompanying gift, but you have lost your etiquette."
Not only them, none of those who were forcibly detained by Cheng Wuyun left, including those ordinary people.
There was a hunter who was quite open-minded, holding a sheepskin wine bag, and smiled with a big white tooth: "I have come here, and I have been locked up for so many days, so I have to eat a good meal and get some money. Bar."
In fact, there is nothing to eat. The wontons are made by Su Ji, and the stuffing is fresh shepherd's purse from the mountains. It is worse than fresh and delicious, but it is not as delicious as those sold in restaurants. The taste of longevity noodles is not bad, but The amount of noodles she bought was not large, she packed wontons, and the rest was gone after a few bowls of noodles.
These noodles were bought a few days ago when Su Ji and Cheng Wuyun went down the mountain together. Cheng Wuyun refused to leave Su Ji, so Su Ji could only choose to enter the city after nightfall, lest it cause any unnecessary disturbance.
Su Ji went into the grain shop to buy noodles, and Cheng Wuyun waited obediently outside, but accidentally scared the people who got up in the middle of the night and opened the window.
Afraid that things would get worse, Su Ji could only bring a few pockets of noodles that she had bought, and Ctrip Wuyun left in a hurry, not daring to enter the city again.
Not enough food, but fortunately there is wine.
The wine was brewed by Su Ji herself and buried under the bamboo forest. It was a technique she learned from books. After brewing it, it was buried under the bamboo forest where she met Cheng Wuyun. Sometimes she forgot where she buried the wine. It took her a lot of time to dig out a few jars and prepare them in advance.
After a hundred thousand years, the wine warmed by bamboo mud has a mellow taste and a scent of bamboo.
When Cheng Wuyun saw everyone, he was dressed up by Su Ji and put on new clothes. He looked more festive than Su Ji who was celebrating her birthday. The small half of the mask concealed her ruined face, and the exposed half of her face was small and pointed, quite beautiful and elegant.
Fortunately, she doesn't know what the wound on her face means now. Seeing everyone, she said a man's etiquette: "Thank you for coming to accompany Ah Su for her birthday."
In Cheng Wuyun's time, women and men saluted in the same way.
She seemed to have completely forgotten that she had tied everyone up, or rather, with her current understanding, she didn't think there was anything wrong with doing so.
Su Ji smiled helplessly. Behind her, she returned her salute to everyone one by one, and also apologized to everyone for her.
Ren Tingfeng smiled, raised his hands and raised his sleeves, pressed the gift box on one side with a bamboo fan, and said, "This is a gift from our Jingxu Peak, please accept it with a smile, and wish you a happy life in this world and peace for a hundred thousand years. ."
Cheng Wuyun listened to the congratulatory speech, and was very happy, ran up and down, and opened the gift box directly.
Su Ji looked apologetic, but none of the people present cared.
Everyone is willing to believe that Su Ji will teach Cheng Wuyun well in the future.
The hunter picked up several stones with a special shape, a scholar sent out the books in his bookcase, and a woman who went up the mountain to collect mushrooms picked a bunch of mountain flowers.
Cheng Wuyun liked this flower the most, sniffed and sniffed it in his arms, and even inserted it on his head, only to mess up his combed hair.
No way, Su Ji could only pull her to sit down on the side of the rock, unravel her hair, and comb it again.
Cheng Wuyun held the flower to her: "Flower."
Su Ji: "The flowers are beautiful. ... Miss Cheng, don't move, look ahead."
Cheng Wuyun was obedient, holding the fragrance in his arms, his mouth still didn't stop, and he said to himself: "The flowers are so beautiful. Tomorrow I will pick all the flowers from a mountain to Su Ji, and Su Ji will be happy."
Su Ji held her thick black hair and combed it gently: "No, take a handful occasionally, Su Ji is very happy; pick all of them, Su Ji is not happy, the flower is where it should be. Well, Miss Cheng too, don't move, be obedient."
Cheng Wuyun hummed obediently, and continued to turn the flower in his hand, letting the petals rub against her cheek.
Everyone was given a small bowl of shepherd's purse wontons, and Chi Xiaochi took a small spoon and ate the whole bowl carefully one by one.
This is also considered to be shared with Duan Shujue.
After the small bowl bottomed out, the Duan Shu in his body absolutely moved.
He took a spoon and wrote on the bottom of the bowl, "Is this a man."
This is a sentence that has no beginning or end, but Chi Xiaochi thought that he knew what Duan Shujue wanted to express.
Chi Xiaochi changed his left hand to hold the spoon and replied, "Yes."
In the last life, Duan Shujue was completely calculated by Yan Jinhuamou. When he was young, he was trapped in a sea area, and then he was trapped in Yuguangtan. He had few interactions. The most real warmth came only from his little black snake.
But Ye Jiming is not a human race.
The people he met were Yan Jinhua, and the people in Jingxu Peak who were kept in the dark by Yan Jinhua, who didn't know the truth, and shouted and killed him.
He has never seen such a scene. Everyone has nothing to say, tacitly defending the wishes of a ghost, without doubt, criticism, or malicious intentions. The third uncle, who he had never seen in his previous life, was in a congregation and harmony. In the crowd of Le Fan, he drank and drank freely, as if he had seen another realm.
Do people have boundaries
Is this what a human being is like
Duan Shujue was puzzled, so Chi Xiaochi answered his questions.
"Yes".
This is what a human being should be like. The darkness and injustice he sees does exist, but fortunately, that is not what a human being is all about.
Duan Shu is very difficult to speak, he pondered for a moment, and wrote word by word on the bottom of the bowl with a spoon: "I want to know more."
Chi Xiaochi replied to him: "It's better to take a look at it slowly."
Duan Shujue: "Thank you Mr. Chi for your suggestion."
Chi Xiaochi: "No. This wonton is delicious. Have you finished writing it? I'll serve another bowl after writing it."
He went to serve another bowl, and the heat of the wontons rushed to his face, which was very comfortable.
061, who had not spoken for a long time, smiled and said, "You are quite suitable for enlightenment."
Chi Xiaochi said, "What do you realize, live more, and you can always live it."
In this world, there are so many extremely evil, extremely ugly, extremely good and extremely beautiful, and most of them are just gray, neither too good nor too bad.
Chi Xiaochi has seen the best people and the worst people. He never doubted the existence of evil, but he would never question any good for it.
During the time when he hated the most and was the least human, he would send text messages to Lou Ying.
At that time, Lou Ying could no longer reply to him.
However, Chi Xiaochi will acquiesce that he has watched it, or is watching it.
No matter how tired and hated he was, as long as he sent a text message before going to bed on his little cell phone, which was only capable of calling and texting, he could sleep peacefully for hours.
"Brother Lou, good night."
"I took the first test today. I miss you."
"Someone asked me to film. I heard that a well-known screenwriter took a fancy to me. Is it fake? Do I want to go?"
"Brother Lou, I drink milk before going to bed. A big glass."
Although the efficacy of this therapy gradually weakened in the future, fortunately, Lou Ying would not change numbers, and was always there, ready to accommodate him gently at any time.
For this warmth, Chi Xiaochi also tried his best to keep his heart so that it wouldn't become too much.
However, no matter what, he is not the Chi Xiaochi he used to be.
Ye Jiming felt his silence, so he sat with him in laughter and laughter.
Wen Yujing was called by Ren Tingfeng to drink, and they could also take the opportunity to gossip.
Ye Jiming called him: "The surname is Chi?"
Chi Xiaochi: "Huh?"
Ye Jiming: "How did the old bastard surnamed Yan treat Su Ji and Cheng Wuyun?"
In his previous life, he had only heard about this, and the theme was still to boast about how powerful Yan Jinhua was.
Chi Xiaochi sneered.
In the last life, under the leadership of Yan Jinhua, who captured the thousand-year-old sword intent of the merman, Shi Yushan was burnt down. Cheng Wuyun was severely injured and was dragged away from Shiyu Mountain. Excited, high-spirited, and unhappy.
When Ye Jiming heard it, he almost died of anger on the spot.
But as soon as he turned his head, he saw Yan Jinhua sitting far away, with a face of unwillingness that was forcibly suppressed, and the wontons in front of him didn't even take a bite.
In this life, Su Ji and Cheng Wuyun were good, and they were recognized by Jingxufeng's third uncle and junior uncle. He was lucky later, and he got some amazing opportunities, and I'm afraid he couldn't find an excuse to start winning pills.
Now that his heart was relieved, Ye Jiming looked around, and his heart was full of emotion.
He hadn't read the book "The Immortal Mermaid", and only knew the plot roughly.
Shi Yushan was the original place where he and Duan Shujue should have met.
Ye Jiming asked: "You said, how exactly did the author plan to write about my first encounter with Xiaoyu?"
Chi Xiaochi asked, "I'm going to ask you this. If you were in Shiyu Mountain and met Duan Shujue for the first time, what would happen?"
"If I'm not familiar with him, of course I won't be able to see his hypocrite appearance, and I'll find a chance to teach him a lesson." Ye Jiming said, "But probably not when I celebrate Su Ji's birthday, I'll talk about it when I go down the mountain."
Chi Xiaochi drank a glass of bamboo wine: "Then, this is probably the story the author wanted to write."
After drinking and eating, everyone said goodbye.
After sending away these kindhearted people who met by chance, Su Ji turned around and returned to the mountain, but could not find any trace of Cheng Wuyun.
She walked around the mountain, softly calling out, "Miss Cheng, Miss Cheng."
When passing by the bamboo forest where the two of them met, Cheng Wuyun jumped from the bamboo and landed on her, and a swaying bamboo leaf fell on the rustling area, smiling grimly.
She has no weight at all and can easily carry it on her back.
The dignified and gentle goddess in the past was lying on the back of the mountain ghost, and her hair that had just been combed was loose: "All sent away?"
Su Ji carried her on her back and said, "Send away."
Cheng Wuyun said, "Then it's my turn now."
Su Ji said, "Okay, I'll take you home."
She carried her on her back and walked to their shared home.
Cheng Wuyun hugged Su Ji's neck, thinking of the people who had just left: "They are so nice. Will you come next year?"
Su Ji said: "That's fate, don't force it. Listen to me, don't arrest people in the future, okay?"
Cheng Wuyun said, "Don't catch it."
Su Ji: "You can't catch it even on your birthday."
Cheng Wuyun was stunned for a while, lying on her back and thinking hard for a while, before he made up his mind: "Well, don't catch it."
... that's the deal.
Cheng Wuyun was obedient for a while, and then asked again: "You haven't read me today's book yet."
Su Ji: "Which one do you want to hear?"
Cheng Wuyun said, "The Book of Songs."
Su Ji picked up one at random and carried it on her back softly: "Chopping wood, birds chirping. It came from the valley and moved to the arbor..."
The mountain ghost recited a sentence, and the goddess followed. The goddess didn't quite understand what it meant, so she babbled, learning her tone of voice and pronunciation.
She was sometimes in a trance, feeling that the words were familiar and the scenes were familiar.
It seems that long ago, long ago, she also brought someone like this.
When she reads the last sentence, she learns the last sentence. So the millennium time does not seem to be difficult, day by day, just like this.