Ninety-fourth bowl of soup (1)
Master, you old bastard!
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Qing Huan has already left Zhong Xun's world, but she is still in a state of bewilderment until now. She was full of joy, thinking about what the disciples would say to her, probably something, master, where have you gone, we miss you so much, master, you are so amazing, we will always worship you, master, no matter where you are, we They will find you... and so on, but they never expected that what was passed down by those bastards before they died, and which was rumored by the outside world as the most mysterious power of Po Meng's lineage, was just such a sentence.
He even called her an old bastard!
It’s not enough to be a bastard, what does it mean to add an old word? ? ?
Qing Huan felt that her heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were hurting. Those dead children depended on her. If she knew that she was going to leave, she would have to mess around. ? ?
Fortunately, these children are much cuter now. She disappeared after a few days after teaching them. Although she disappeared, because she had the experience of being scolded as an old bastard for the first time, Qing Huan chose to observe secretly. Not only did she not get scolded this time , was also admired and praised!
Everyone has their own way of life. Opportunity is something that cannot be sought after. Destiny cannot be changed, but it can also be changed, but it depends on the person himself. Most people live a mediocre life, and changing their fate against the sky will only lead to serious and serial consequences. So far, people who have come to Naihe Bridge have this in common.
Some people could have reached Naihe, but missed it in the end; some people were destined to miss Naihe, but finally set foot on the road to hell.
Time and fate.
Zhong Xun has a good saying, fate is in your own hands, because fate belongs to everyone.
I only hope that he can continue to live as an excellent policeman in the future. Qing Huan is not worried, Zhong Xun is not a fragile person, after going through such a thing, it will only sharpen his character, maybe there will be adventures in the future.
But most people, most people in the world, are still in their predetermined destiny.
She got what she wanted from Zhong Xun, but Zhong Xun didn't know it.
Qing Huan looked at the ball of warm light emitting from the palm, and was slightly lost in thought. It was an extra thing in Zhong Xun's body, which had been dormant in his soul, almost fused into one. It wasn't until Zhong Xun realized that the world was not as simple as he imagined that Qing Huan had the opportunity to separate. She was contemplating when she suddenly noticed a foreign object approaching, so she turned her palm to put away the light ball, and then grabbed—
Cold and light, he is a wandering soul.
She didn't want to care at first, these wandering spirits are all newly dead, wandering around the corpses, just waiting for the spirit guide to lure them to reincarnate. But there seems to be something wrong with this one, it is clearly a newly dead person, why does it look like a living soul
A living soul refers to an out-of-body soul, that is, the body is still alive, but the soul is gone. But the living soul in Qing Huan's hands has the appearance of a dead soul. How is it possible that these two contradict each other
She let go of her hand and asked the living soul: "What's the matter with you?"
The living soul looked blank, Qing Huan thought it was an ordinary wandering soul, who knew it was floating towards her, so she let her grab it, and after catching it, she realized that it was not a wandering soul but a living soul, which was strange, and also This living soul has good fortune, so he met her.
It seems that he doesn't remember what happened before his death.
There is no such thing as a ghost in this world, Qing Huan thought for a while, took a handful of soil from under her feet, and water from the Wangchuan River out of thin air, made a small clay figurine to be her body, and beat a living soul into it.
After the living soul entered the clay figurine, it seemed to have spiritual energy instantly. "Where am I? You, who are you?"
"My name is Qing Huan, what about you? Why are you here?"
"I..." The clay figurine frowned vividly, "I..." A lot of memories rushed into her mind, but it didn't hurt at all, because she was just a little clay figurine now. Although this clay figurine is very cute, it's just a clay figurine, and it's only a tiny bit the size of Qing Huan's palm.
"Master..."
"Huh?" Qing Huan was stunned for a moment, could it be the sequelae of Zhong Xun's world? Is she now full of the master's light, so that even a living soul wants to learn from the master when she sees it
"Master... Master... Master!" The clay figurine's voice was shrill, and he started to cry, "Master... Master..."
... Probably not calling her. This tone of voice, this cry, doesn't sound like he's calling Master, but rather like he's calling his lover.
"I was wrong, I don't dare to be self-willed and disobedient again, Master, don't leave me, Master..." The clay figurine kept crying, Qing Huan was afraid that she would attract the wolf in a while, so she closed the surrounding space first. Not long after she arrived in this world, before she had time to find what she was looking for, she met such a daredevil.
He reached out and touched the clay figurine's head, and comforted him, "Don't cry anymore, what happened? Where's your body?"
The clay figurine was soothed by the gentle tone, and then said in a daze: "My body...is not mine anymore..."
"Um?"
It was already dark, and Qing Huan didn't mind sleeping out in the wilderness, but she didn't want the little clay figurine to cry anymore, really, it was so pitiful, and her ears hurt from crying. "You have to explain it clearly to me first, so I know how to help you." Qing Huan was puzzled as to why this living soul should have died.
No one will love her and pet her anymore, she thought she could only be a lonely ghost, no one could see or hear her, but on such a cold night, a pair of gentle hands held her She picked it up, concerned about what happened to her. But how would she speak? Such a memory, she wished she had to think about it, and die thoroughly, so that she could have another sweet dream.
She was an orphan who was abandoned in a mass grave since she was a child. A kind old beggar picked her up and brought her up.
It is difficult for the old beggar to beg for food by himself, and it is even more difficult to support her. He is getting old, and he can't always compete with other strong beggars. He can only beg for leftovers.
The old beggar was neither educated nor literate, so he called her Yatou, and the girl called him Grandpa, and the grandfather and grandson lived together until the winter when Yatou was five years old.
They spent the night in a ruined temple, but when they woke up the next morning, no matter what the girl called, Grandpa ignored her. She didn't know what death was, but she only knew that her grandpa kept saying, "I'm dead, what can we girls do?"
What is death
But grandpa didn't move suddenly, he didn't care how she cried, it wasn't like this before, when she cried before, grandpa came to coax her with distress. The girl cried and cried, her voice became hoarse from crying on a cold winter night, the snow was blowing, the cold wind was howling, no one knew that a little girl had lost her only relative in the ruined temple.
But at this moment, a carriage drove up. Amidst the ice and snow, the white carriage stopped in front of the ruined temple, as if a god descended to earth.
Although the girl is five years old, she is skinny and skinny because she doesn't have enough to eat and wear warm clothes. The girl is very obedient and filial. In fact, a few months ago, my grandfather was very weak. Sometimes he would sleep for several days. The girl went out to beg every day, and tried every means to find herbs to treat her grandfather. Yesterday, my grandfather said that he would give it to her when he woke up. Tell stories, but grandpa doesn't count.
She sat next to her grandfather's body and cried loudly. The ruined temple was mixed with the howling cold wind, and her small arms exposed outside the tattered padded jacket were already bruised and swollen from the cold.
Then, a man walked in.
That was the first time the girl saw Master.
He looks like a fairy, clean, good-looking, and gentle.
He didn't care about the dirt on her body, he just bent down and hugged her, took off the grass from her head, looked at the old man who died on the ground with pity, and said to the young man beside him: "Bury the old man well. "
Then he asked the girl: "Although your grandfather is gone, but I will accompany you in the future, will you worship me as your teacher?"
The girl didn't know what a master was. She looked at her grandfather helplessly and kept crying. The master still coaxed her gently, and carried her into the carriage. It was so warm in the carriage, and there were a lot of delicious food. The master used several handkerchiefs to wipe her dirty little hands clean, and picked up a piece of soft cake. The girl was so hungry, she hesitated for a few seconds, and then started to chew on the soft cake.
This was the first time she had eaten enough in several years. Grandpa always left food for her. She was worried about him, so she stuffed it to him again.
The master took her to a beautiful, beautiful place. Instead of the ice and snow outside, there were many beautiful flowers blooming, butterflies flying all over the sky, and the fragrance filled the air. The master carried her into a big house. A person sitting on a chair saw her and asked, "Is that her? Did you find it?"
Master hummed.
It was a long time later that the girl realized what that sentence meant.
She grew up carefree by her master, who treated her very well, taught her to read and write, play the piano and draw, play chess and compose poems, and even changed her name to Taotao.
In Taotao's heart, Master is the most powerful person in the world. He knows everything, is so gentle, and treats her so well. She really wants to be with Master forever!
She likes Master very much. If possible, she would never marry and stay with Master.
If only it could go on like this.
But why let her know the unbearable truth
There is a painting in Master's study room, which is never opened.
Master has a set of faded clothes that he never wears and never lets people touch.
The master can play the flute very nicely, but he never teaches Taotao, nor does he play it for her.
Master is always thoughtful.
Master would always play the flute alone in a bamboo forest.
Master always looks into the distance.
What does that represent, the girl Taotao doesn't understand, she is like a moth to a flame, burning herself desperately.