"Really?" Zhou Fei was stunned for a while, and after a while, she asked worriedly, "But isn't Granny Li always too lazy to take care of things—what did my mother say?"
"Auntie said that they can do whatever they like, as long as they don't provoke people into chaos in the Forty-Eight Villages." Li Yan sat sideways on a huge reef, holding a shell that was roasted so that the meat was meat and the water was water. After blowing it twice, one mouthful poured into his mouth, so hot that the tears almost didn't fall. "Woooo" for a long time, he shuddered and said, "Okay, delicious, brother-in-law, it's so delicious!" Good, delicious, brother-in-law, so delicious!"
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Xie Yun sat silently on the side guarding the fire to bake the shells. It was a delicate job. He couldn't keep up with the two to eat by himself. He was busy for a long time and did not take care of himself. Yan's "brother-in-law" was so elated that she was born out of nowhere, so she voluntarily gave the last one to her.
Li Yan took it over happily, not being polite to him at all, just hated that her mouth was not big enough to put the whole Donghai in her stomach and take it away.
She ate the last shell with satisfaction, threw the shell into the sea, jumped off the reef, and asked, "I can bring my words, sister, are you going?"
Zhou Fei said, "As for the Chu Chu thing, I have to get past it, even if it is not far away."
Just after finishing speaking, Chen Junfu, who was not far away, waved to Li Yan and asked, "Little girl, do you want to eat dried fish?"
Li Yan heard that, without saying a word, she ran away, leaving her handsome brother-in-law and even more handsome sister, and went to an old man in his 100s without hesitation.
In the year of the reunification of the North and the South, Zhao Yuan changed the era name to "Qianfeng". At this time, it was the second year of Qianfeng. After two years of hard work, Xie Sangongzi could not wait to take care of all the trivial matters in the Forty-eight Villages. It was all done with one hand, and it was finally in exchange for Master Li to turn a blind eye to him.
This autumn, Zhou Fei accompanied Xie Yun back to the East China Sea to visit the teachers and pay homage to the ancestors.
There are two "ancestors" in total, one is the little uncle who sacrificed his life to save Xie Yun, and the other is Liang Shao.
Prime Minister Liang's corpse was accidentally blown up by Mu Xiaoqiao, and together with the valley, it vanished into smoke.
I think that Liang Gong was vigorous and vigorous before his death, and his organs were exhausted, and he should be quiet after his death.
They had explored the old man and swept the tomb, and were about to leave, but Li Yan came uninvited and sent a message - Wu Chuchu has been collecting and arranging the ruins of various sects in recent years, and they have already achieved some results. It happened that Li Sheng He was often released by Li Jinrong to contact various parties, and he had a lot of contacts, so he somehow came up with a whim, and took the lead in posting for Wu Chuchu's Quartet, planning to hold a "meeting friends through martial arts" gathering in the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, without any gimmicks, I just want to take this opportunity to invite everyone to drink a glass of wine, and if you are willing to join in the fun, maybe you will meet some old and new friends.
The place was set at Liujiazhuang, and Li Sheng’s emergence started from Liujiazhuang’s encirclement and suppression of the Eighteen Medicine People. Since then, he and Master Liu have become long-term friends.
The posts and messages were sent out by help. I thought that there were very few responders, but I invited a few old friends over to join in the fun. No one knew how to make a big noise. Big gangs rushed to Liujiazhuang, which was more lively than the farce that Huo Liantao made in Yongzhou City. The small Liujiazhuang was no longer enough to arrange, and it seemed that the large and small inns in Jinan Prefecture were crowded, and the streets were full of The people of Jianghu of different shapes made Li Sheng panic, so he had to send Li Yan to call Zhou Fei, the "Nan Dao", to support him.
"Well, it's not surprising," Xie Yun said, "After so many years, the mountain of living and dead, and then Beidou, Yin Pei, and others are rampant. They are all dead, and the backwater of the Central Plains Martial Arts should also be extremely peaceful. Your brother is not lacking in his background and background. It is even more difficult to be humble and not take himself seriously. It is said that he is highly regarded among the older generation. In the field of praising him, this time, I am afraid that people from various sects are deliberately adding fuel to the flames."
Zhou Fei said in surprise: "Could it be that they still want to hold him as the next mountain sword?"
Xie Yun asked, "Why not?"
Zhou Fei always thought it was a little strange. She had never seen the style of the mountain and river swords in the past. She just heard a few words from this one, and a few words from that one, and probably got a vague impression from the few words. The sword suppressed the ghosts and ghosts in the entire Central Plains.
In her heart, if Yin Daxia is a high mountain, Li Moumou is a small bump in the way, if Yin Daxia is a holy beast guarding one side, Li Sheng is a stray dog with a trembling tail and barking—all in all, except for They were all men and men, and they seemed to have nothing in common. She was a little bit unimaginable.
Zhou Fei pondered for a moment, and then said worriedly: "He? He can't do martial arts, and he can only play tricks. If he is jealous and wants to harm him, he doesn't even have to use conspiracies and tricks, and it doesn't take much to kill him directly."
Xie Yun: "…"
No wonder Young Master Li is clearly at a young and vigorous age, but he always has a "detached" temperament that doesn't take himself seriously. It turned out that he grew up in such a sinister environment since childhood.
Zhou Fei turned Xiwei in a circle in her hand, and said as if it was too much trouble: "Tsk, I'd better call a few more people to strengthen him."
Xie Yun hurriedly slapped the horse and said, "Zhou Daxia is unparalleled in the world and invincible in the world."
Zhou Fei always thought that this sounded strange, and the surnamed Xie seemed to be mocking her again, so she glanced at him suspiciously.
When she raised her head, her chin looked sharp, her eyes were slightly raised, and she was a little beauty who was not easy to coax. Xie Yun pretended to stare at her innocently for a moment, and then she couldn't hold back her hands and mouths. He bent down slightly and pinched Zhou Fei's chin, and said in a low voice, "If I had known that this week's hero would finally be able to help me, I would have dressed up a little more beautifully when I went to wash the Mojiang River that night, and Qinggong would have been a little more elegant."
Zhou Fei said with a half-smiling smile, "Go see a water plant spirit, what do you want to dress up as?"
Xie Yun rolled his eyes, bent over and whispered something in her ear, somehow vulgar and shameless, he jumped away immediately after speaking, just dodging the hilt of the knife that Zhou Fei poked at his stomach.
He stroked his chest and said, "Xiaosheng kissed six times, and was fed twelve soft and hard nails by your father and mother, and chewed out a mouthful of steel teeth. Unexpectedly, when he got married, he was beaten every day when he came home. It was bitter— "
With the last two words, Xie Yunzhuo sang his voice, even talking and singing didn't prevent him from jumping more than a zhang away in a flash, and he turned back and said to Zhou Fei: "Zhao Yuan has told me to sing 'The Legend of the White Bone' until I can't sleep. , If you bully me again, tomorrow I will write a 'Nan Dao Biography' to expose a certain hero's sanctimonious appearance, and abuse the weak scholar when he disagrees in private... Haha, Fei, you still don't have enough practice. ."
Zhou Fei's Qinggong was indeed inferior to him—after all, she was born with insufficiency, and there were no legs under her neck.
The two chased and fled, and ran out half the island in a blink of an eye.
All of a sudden, Xie Yun stopped in his footsteps and slid a little on a rock, as if he was not exerting any effort. The dust fell on it calmly, and he waved at Zhou Fei with his hands behind his back.
Zhou Fei looked around and found that the two of them had come to the two tombs unknowingly.
The two stone monuments that live next to each other are located on three atolls. It seems that a small world is surrounded by natural reefs. It is very quiet. The open side faces the vast East China Sea, and you can see the sea and sky at a glance.
Master Tongming was holding a long broom, sweeping the floating ashes on the two tombstones.
The old monk and the stone tablet had an indescribable tranquility in the bleak sound of the waves.
Xie Yunchong made a gesture to Zhou Fei, took her hand and fluttered to the side, and the two walked away from behind the big reef, without disturbing Master Tongming.
Walking out of the distance, Xie Yuncai said softly: "My master has a special status. Their group has been living in seclusion in Penglai, East China Sea since the fall of the country. The other masters and uncles were all loyal ministers who accompanied him back then. If it wasn't for me, he was an old man. He would never leave the island at all, but a few uncles occasionally went out to run errands. At that time, Uncle Chen was entrusted by Shanchuanjian several times to make armor and swords for him. You also know that Uncle Chen is naturally too lazy to socialize. Messenger, come and go, and have some friendship with Hero Yin."
When he said this, Zhou Fei already understood, so he continued: "Later he had doubts about Yin Daxia's death?"
Xie Yun nodded: "Shanchuan sword, Nandao-Old Nandao, and my affairs at that time, he has been haunted until his death, and his last wish is for me to track down Haitian Yise and find someone to explain... Now the two of them Living next to each other, we must be able to explain face-to-face.”
Zhou Fei paused slightly.
"Hai Tian Yi Se" is like a pretext that everyone seems to be tacitly aware of and restrain each other. Everyone wants to use this pretext, and everyone keeps it a secret.
There were originally many people in the forty-eight villages. Later, Zhou Yitang brought back a group of confidants. It was a crowd of people, and she had no chance to ask them verbally. At this time on the top of the East China Sea, the view from all directions was flat, and the surroundings were clear at a glance. Only then did she choose her words and said implicitly: "Is that one really not named Zhao?"
Xie Yun slightly bent his eyes and replied implicitly: "The generations of our Zhao family are indecisive and women's benevolence. He's a good player, but he can't get on the real chapter. From the late emperor to my father, and then to me, they are all the way, and there has never been such a promising person."
Zhou Fei looked back subconsciously, but her vision was blocked by the tombstones, she couldn't see the two tombstones that were next to each other: "What is Liang Shao planning?"
"The arrow was on the string at that time," Xie Yun said softly. "The south has been planning for a long time, and tens of thousands of troops have been assembled. Once they are found, they will be scattered everywhere, and Dazhao will really be destroyed."
Zhou Fei said in surprise: "That no one's surname is Zhao, isn't this not considered subjugation of the country?"
Xie Yun stretched his waist, hooked Zhou Fei's shoulder, and put his hand on her lazily: "The map has not been changed, the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty have not changed their aspirations, the country has not changed surnames, and the most important thing is that what the late emperor used to do. There is still room for realization. The new policy that Liang Gong and the late emperor had longed for can be rolled out in the south of the Yangtze River, while the new emperor could only rely on Liang Shao when he was young. The sea and the sky are the same, and the ghost will not disperse. You can only walk on the established route that he imagined forever. Within a generation or two, the world will be stable. At that time, when you climb the reef and look east, there is a vast expanse, the sky and the sea are connected, what is there to do? respectively?"
Xie Yun spoke without pain or itch, and his tone was cadenced. He only lacked a small table and gavel. Otherwise, he would be able to collect prizes for this, and personally performed for Zhou Fei how the descendants of Zhao's descendants were helpless. Not on the wall.
Then his claws gently scratched Zhou Fei's chin very irregularly, and he leaned into her ear and said, "Let's go to Liujiazhuang first, after watching the excitement, I'll take you to Jiudu to play, okay? In winter, let's go outside the Great Wall to see new grass and tender sheep."
Zhou Fei slapped his paw away with a slap: "Go away, is there something serious? You know how to play, if the boss sends me there..."
Xie Yun interrupted her with a smile, and added leisurely: "You can also buy a few lambs at a high price and roast them on the spot. The outside is charred and the inside is tender. There is no need to add a lot of spices.
Zhou Fei: "...I'll go write a letter to my mother and tell her."
The talk is over, thank you, see you in the next article
After a bandit's marriage
(one)
He heard the wind and the waves indistinguishable from each other, sometimes close to his ears, sometimes far away in the sky. It was the sound of the sea. He was used to hearing it since he was a child. He was on this small island, isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world, and could see the sky at a glance.
The sky is so vast, and the mortals on the reef are like ants in prison, circling and hovering all their lives, living three inches of morning light.
Xie Yun stretched out his hand to fish while he was half asleep and half awake, but he didn't meet anyone. After a stunned moment, he woke up, and then he remembered that he was back in Penglai - Master Chen was going to have a full birthday this year, so he and A Fei left early to rush there. Donghai, halfway through the road, his daughter-in-law, a thug who was in charge of every day, heard a letter from his mother-in-law and was sent to Jinan to do business. It took two days to get back. It will be just after midnight, and it will be deeper and deeper, and the island will be silent, except for the sound of the waves. Xie Yun had a thin life, a thin body, and a weak relationship since he was a child. He became a piece of paper. He finally married a daughter-in-law who shared honor and disgrace. , It is rare to find a solitary pillow, and it is a bit difficult to sleep. Xie Yun does not aggrieve himself, and plays a little song to coax himself to play. At the same time, he stretched and rolled onto the vacant half of the bed.
There is a row of carved wooden cabinets at the foot of the bed against the wall. The style is simple, and there are some spare pillows, bedding and other sundries. Zhou Fei usually sleeps in Penglai when she stays there. That place is enough for her and the cabinet to coexist peacefully. For Xie Yun, who has long feet, he is quite stretched. He couldn't see clearly even in the dark and blinding fire. As soon as he rolled over, his swaying feet hit the wooden cabinet door and stabbed the tendons.
Xie Yun retracted his feet with an "Ow" voice, and the cabinet door was opened by him "squeaky". As he sat up to clean up, he thought to himself: This aquatic plant essence is born so short, she is half a person and still wants to beat me, No reason!
He stuffed the Xia Liang pillow that fell out, and suddenly stopped, because he saw a familiar lacquer box in the corner of the wooden cabinet.
Over the years, some parts of the lacquer box have faded, and the lid is difficult to fit tightly. Xie Yun reached out and took out the box, gently wiped off a layer of dust on it, opened it, and saw the inside of the lacquer box. It was wearing a pair of long hair, bundled with snow-white satin and oiled. After so many years, it was still fresh as if it had just been scraped from the scalp.
It was his own hair.
(two)
When Xie Yun was eight or nine years old, he hadn't had time to grow into a nonsense man who got in a car and pulled it. Most of the time, he was even taciturn.
The ancients had an allusion of "smelling chickens and dancing". No one kept chickens on Penglai Island. The young Xie Yun climbed up every day amid the mighty sound of the waves, with the stars above his head, and came to the seaside reef alone to practice the exercises facing the sea. After practicing for about an hour, when he saw that the sea and the sky became pale, he could take a break from the moment of breakfast, and then he would practice martial arts with his master or a certain uncle. In the afternoon, he had to start reading again, the Four Books and Five Classics, the Art of War and Strategy. He had to dabble in all of them. The teachers wished they could open his head and put the top and bottom five thousand years into it. After a long time, he often had a headache. Split and irritable.
But the irritability has to be endured. Xie Yun has to review the book, practice calligraphy, and composition at night to correct the teacher. He was always so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes when he was half warm, but he had to be strong. It was absolutely impossible to be lazy - he was a descendant of the Zhao family, the orphan of Crown Prince Yide, and he was carrying thousands of pounds of national hatred and family hatred. , carrying the lives of tens of thousands of people, those things weighed heavily on him, squeezed into his chest less than an inch deep, and even his innate playfulness had nowhere to put.
After fleeing the old capital in a hurry, Xie Yun has grown from a child to a young boy, but only the reefs and shells can act as confidants. Every year when he grows taller, or when the seasons change, he has the opportunity to leave the island to find tailors to make tailor-made clothes. Seeing those fishermen's children chasing and fighting with their snots and snots, he can't help but yearn for them. The young imperial grandson often thought that it would be great if he was not an orphan of the Zhao family. At that time, he didn't have so many palaces in his heart. Whatever he thought, he just told the prince.
Wang Gonggong was a person from the East Palace. He entered the palace when he was less than ten years old. He has been by the side of Prince Yide. He is not good at martial arts. He is only loyal, loyal to the point of piety. Prince.
When the Cao clan rebelled, the prince was ordered by the prince to quietly send the only bone and blood from the East Palace out of the palace, and only halfway there, the chaotic party that forced the palace surrounded the imperial city. In the car, the stench was full of stench, weeping bitterly and embarked on the road of escape.
On this journey, there were nine deaths, and when they came to Jinan Mansion by accident, when they were rescued by Master Lin, the prince was already bruised and crippled. The eunuch lingered on and survived, and a year was not as good as a year.
Since he was a child, Wang Gonggong has treated people as slaves and maids. He does not know what people are like, so he does not regard himself as a human being, nor does he regard others as a human being. He thinks that he is the prince's saddle, sole, spittoon, and chamber pot, and is a cheap thing that is also pickled, while Xie Yun is a ball of the prince's blood, and it is an indescribably precious thing - although the two are different, they both belong to "" toy". Although this precious group of bone and blood grows bigger and bigger, the longer it grows, the more human-like it becomes. It can talk, laugh and think. In the eyes of Eunuch Wang, he is still just "bone blood", a life-saving medicine for the Zhao family. Tang, hearing that Xie Yun actually had an opinion on his origin, Eunuch Wang was shocked - this life-saving medicinal soup is going to go mouldy!
The two didn't talk for a while, the little emperor was tired of the "recovery of the country" day after day, and the prince had no good or bad words, so he had to change to admonishing each other with death, looking for life and death every day, and finally completely. Intensifying the conflict - Xiao Huangsun couldn't bear it any longer. Taking advantage of the midnight, he shaved his hair and became a monk on his own accord.
To be a monk, you have to cut off the ties of the world, and the four are empty. Although you have to say goodbye to the lively seafood, and I am afraid that a row of gulls and herons will fade out in the future, but you don’t have to worry about killing this and slaughtering that every day, everything is negotiable.
"Why can't I become a monk?" The little emperor said with Master Tongming, who came to him to reason with him, "My master is a great monk, so I should be a little monk."
Master Tongming didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Escape into the empty door is to see through the red dust. Do you know what 'red dust' is? I see you, you are just useless and want to avoid responsibility."
Xiao Xie Yunzhao's family had a natural attack, and answered seriously: "Why do I have to be successful? I can't decide who my son is. If I can decide, I won't be the son of the king."
Master Tongming asked, "Then whose son do you want to be?"
"A fisherman, a punter, or a load bearer is fine," the unworthy descendants of the Zhao family said in an old-fashioned manner, clasping their fingers, "This way I don't have to study, and I don't have to practice. When I grow up, I can work hard. To make a living, to be a runner or a coachman, the runner can listen to all directions, and the coachman can go south and north, isn't it happier than now?"
Master Tongming couldn't help sighing after hearing this dissection. The Zhao family, since the founding of the country, has really been a weasel's mouse. One generation is not as good as the next. Sheji probably doesn't have much gas left.
Xie Yun tugged at his sleeve: "Amitabha, Master, am I right?"
"Sit down, sit down." Master Tongming pointed to the futon in front of him, made the freshly-baked little "monk" sit down, stretched out his hand and touched the reflective bald scoop, and found that it was indeed a chubby good thing Head, no wonder so many people want it.
Master Tongming said, "You only see those coolies on the beach at ease, but you don't know that their happy life is only in the past few years. Once their bones start to sag, they have to work for the family. Dang, the punter has to support the boat for a lifetime. It is difficult to make a living, let alone listening to the wind and watching the moon? The family behind you are all stones, pressing you heavily, making you unable to get sick or die, so you have to Head down and run forward, this is still the Taiping period, if there is a natural disaster, it will be even worse, more people die than survive - you know what they think?"
The little boy was unaware of the suffering of the people, and upon hearing this, he shook his head blankly.
"Amitabha, they thought to themselves, why am I not the son and grandson of the prince?" Master Tongming said softly, "Those girl dolls are even more miserable. When they were young, they prayed to their parents for mercy, not to sell their flesh and blood, and struggled to grow up to marry. You have to pray for the mercy of the in-laws, life and death are all up to you, you are born to be human, and you are entrusted with the lives of cattle and horses - do you know what they are thinking?"
The little emperor was speechless.
"Birth, old age, sickness and death, this is the suffering of life, mortals spend half their lives running around to get rid of the life brought by their mother's womb. How can it be so easy? You only know your own suffering, and you have never seen the lives of others." Master Tongming recited With a Buddha's name, he took away the pretentious wooden fish in front of Xie Yun.
"Master," Xie Yun asked, "is there anything in this world that is not suffering?"
"That's a person with great fortune," said Master Tongming, "If his parents and elders are wearing wind and frost swords, he can be born free and come from his previous life. You and I do not have this blessing, nor do I ever have. seen."
(three)
"I thought later, this kind of 'great fortune' person who was born free, isn't it my A Fei?" Xie Yun pulled Zhou Fei's long hair. He arrived in Penglai, just washed off the dust, and was drying his hair in the house. He heard Xie Yun tell the story of him jumping and smashing the door in front of the "empty door" to relieve the boredom. Xie Yun touched her hair and it was almost dry, so he started to use his hands. Playing with the foot and the ground in his hand, "In the future, when I encounter the ditch, the blessings hand-picked by your master must protect me."
Zhou Fei pinched her fingers, Xie Yun was less than ten years old at the time, and he should have been peeing and muddy years old, but he was already able to kneel on the futon. She couldn't help feeling a little ashamed of Gou Leap's childhood, and asked, "Master said that, you're still vulgar?"
Xie Yun gathered up her long hair with one hand and squeezed Zhou Fei's chin with the other, and asked incredulously, "My lady is really beautiful."
Zhou Fei's two fingers flicked off his salty pig's hand, and Xie Yun was slightly taken aback - he pushed the cloud palm with one hand, not to mention unprecedented, at any rate, he could be regarded as unparalleled in the world, and he was a teacher and uncle's lifelong cultivation base, how could he actually He almost didn't dodge, but Zhou Fei's fingers swept his wrist, feeling a little numb.
Xie Yun said in surprise: "It's strange, when did you worship a famous teacher when I wasn't paying attention, this means that the snow-breaking sword intent in the wind is about to enter the realm of transformation."
Zhou Fei gave him a white look: "I have a few words with Chu Chu, can you still follow me to listen?"
Xie Yun thought about it too. Except for running errands about the Forty-Eight Villages, Zhou Fei was mostly stuck with him. After careful calculation, it was really only when she was sitting with a few girls of the same age, and he was inconvenient to accompany her.
Due to fate, Wu Chuchu, one of the most beautiful girls, took root in the Forty-Eight Villages. Due to the limited natural aptitude, he started to practice martial arts a little late. Over the years, his kung fu has only been mediocre, and he is not even a third-rate in the arena. She has worked tirelessly to organize the lost classics for the major sects. If she just talks about Taoism and does not do anything, she can often make the authorities enlightened, and it is very crooked.
Xie Yunqi said, "Could it be that your mother passed on the Snowbreaker to her? Isn't the Snowbreaker a secret of your Li family?"
Zhou Fei waved her hand: "There is no so-called 'secret that is not passed down' in our Forty-eight Villages. My mother didn't pass it on back then, but she felt that my generation was all stupid at that time. Sheng went to work, I was free, and I felt that Chu Chu was not a rotten tree, so I was naturally willing to teach her. The Snowbreaker was my grandfather's life work, but the old man only got through the three ways before his death. I didn't understand it, so I didn't leave the classics, only my mother followed him all the year round, and after learning it, I just handed it over to Chu Chu to sort out and summarize, she often came to ask me, and went back and forth, but it was me who asked her for advice."
Xie Yun smiled and said: "In those days, there were many martial arts schools in the Central Plains, and all of them were proud of themselves. I was afraid that their secret books would be looked at by outsiders. Now they have each fallen into decline, relying on Miss Wu and an outsider to take the lead to help them survive. The forty-eight villages that I learned have been passed down to this day, and these things are really unpredictable."
Zhou Fei sneered and said, "Good or bad? All the kung fu that can be handed down has the essence, the kung fu of the bad street, if you practice it to the extreme, it may not be inferior to others. Martial arts are the same, different paths are the same, why? Are there concubines and concubines by grades? Those who have exhausted their minds to spy on other people's exercises, and those who are desperate to hide a little piece of the book from others, they are all idiots who have no future, even if there is some shit in the inheritance. use?"
Xie Yun: "…"
Although this is the truth, for some reason, it came out of Zhou Fei's mouth, which naturally made one's teeth ticklish. It must be able to damage someone's head. I think back then when she was just a fledgling and her martial arts skills were still rudimentary, she had a mad heart, not to mention now.
Xie Yun sighed: "Isn't it? Thank you, my lady, for staying in the mortal world for this worthless idiot, otherwise I don't think you will be able to pretend that you are old in nine days and ten places - hey, what kind of hair do you want? A cross bun? Lingyun bun? Flying bun... Well, it looks good in a bun, but you have to be honest when you comb it, or you'll break up in a while."
Zhou Fei only had a decent hair combed by Mrs. Wang when she was young, and she basically only bundled it in a random bundle, and couldn't play with those tricks. He answered honestly: "… oh."
Halfway through combing her hair, Zhou Fei suddenly remembered that she seemed to have asked something just now, but was interrupted by Xie Yun: "I just..."
"Don't move," Xie Yun straightened her face and said without raising her head, "By the way, when you went to Jinan, a brother from the walking gang came over and sent a letter, Brother Yang invited you to go to the South Jiang, are you going?"
"Invite me to go to the southern border to beat him?" Zhou Fei really put aside the topic just now, "Okay, if it's snowing to beat a child, if you are idle, you will be idle."
Xie Yun glanced at Zhou Fei through the bronze mirror. Penglai Island is full of old men, and there are few bronze mirrors. I don't know which mirror was pulled from the bottom of the box. A very calm look, he smiled vaguely, and brought the topic to the south and the north, making Zhou Fei forget what she just wanted to ask—
"Master said that, you are still vulgar?"
Eight or nine-year-old boy, with 10,000 incomprehensible things in his heart, stubborn and stupid, how can he listen to the old monk's dry and mysterious long speech? He was shocked by the words of Master Tongming at that time, and he turned his face the next day and forgot about it.
Wang Gonggong is a lame man who does not know martial arts. The little emperor's grandson's "Wind Without a Trace" has achieved little success. It is easy to avoid the chattering old man. The Wang Gonggong can't be seen, and his mouth is dry on the huge Penglai Island. He shouted dryly for three days, but no one paid him any attention, and the prince closed his mouth.
Just when the little grandson thought he had finally won the victory, he climbed up the tree triumphantly, and was about to show off his power to him, when he saw the prince hanging a blood letter on his chest, took Master Chen's fishing line, and closed the door in the middle of the night. Hanging himself on the beam.
The corpse was stretched by an inch and a half, and the old eunuch made a lot of money and died.
Xie Yun forgot how he got down from the tree, maybe he alarmed Master Tongming and asked him to hold him down, or maybe he fell down by himself. The memory of that paragraph is blurry, and when I recall it up to now, there is still only Suifeng. The swaying corpse's wide-open eyes and the shocking blood book.
He was seriously ill, and since then, the weak and willful little emperor was finally "set things right" and became a sacrifice for the restoration of the country.
(Four)
Zhou Fei and Master Chen rushed to the tide, Xie Yun rarely stuck to her, he walked slowly, and walked alone to the very edge of Penglai Island.
Buried in it is only a pair of clothes. Wang Gonggong's blood book bluntly stated that he is a slave of sin. If the nobles take pity, don't put up a monument to sacrifice and sweep away the blessings behind him, but only wish to burn a handful of ashes and sprinkle them into the East China Sea. , he can go all the way north, drifting back to his homeland.
Xie Yun stood still at a distance of ten feet, looked at the nameless tomb, and suddenly heard someone behind him say: "The old benefactor Wang has knowledge under the spring, it should be a wish, and it's reincarnation."
Xie Yun didn't look back: "Master."
Master Tongming walked over slowly, the master and apprentice stood side by side, no one said a word for a while, then Master Tongming patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go."
Xie Yun lowered his head to keep up with him, and suddenly said: "I should have paid for my life, these years, have I paid for it?"
Master Tongming recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.
It took him half his life to finally break free from the fate brought by his mother's womb, and for the rest of his life, he was free physically and mentally.
"What are your ambitions, Your Highness?"
"Me, I'm not very promising. I don't want to be Wencheng or martial arts, so I want to be a male maid for my daughter-in-law who combs her hair."
Side Story Four Suzaku Bridge
"A Fei! A Fei!"
Zhou Fei threw the willow twig out of her palm, and it happened to be on a pulling line. She was like a catkin in the wind. She floated up with strength, and landed firmly on the rock between the walls of Ximojiang Mountain. She raised her hand and pulled it. He put down the silk silk covering his eyes and waved his hand towards Jiangzhong Xiaoting. Xie Yun, who was leaning on the stone table in the small pavilion, saw that, put down the tea cup, waved his sleeves, and the lead machine in the washing ink river immediately sank into the water like a dormant beast with a thunderous roar.
This strange man who was enjoying the moon and drinking tea while watching his daughter-in-law's hard work smiled lazily at the bank of the Ximo River: "Ah Yan is here?"
Inexperienced and inexperienced like Li Yan, she couldn't help but laugh in astonishment and said, "Brother-in-law, you are really motivated!"
Xie Yun's skin was three feet thick, and the dead pig replied without fear of boiling water: "Well, now, there is no second person in Shu who is more familiar with the pulling mechanism than me."
Zhou Fei felt that the two of them had their own strengths and weaknesses. It was really hard to tell the difference, and there was no way to judge, so she simply and rudely said: "Shut up—Li Dazhuang, what's the matter with you?"
Li Yan has grown up and experienced a lot, and is not so afraid of heights anymore, squatting by the Ximo River, she replied: "There is a distinguished guest in the village, aunt and uncle are not at home, Li Quode sent me to ask you to meet See."
Zhou Fei was stunned for a moment, because "pick-up" has always been Li Sheng's business. If there is a "guest" who needs her to show up, then the "guest" must be an uninvited guest: "Who is it?"
Li Yan shouted at the top of her voice: "Suzaku is in charge of Mu Xiaoqiao."
Mu Xiaoqiao came to Forty-eight Village today, and he didn't mean to make trouble. He didn't dress himself up as a monster, he just wore an ordinary long gown, his temples were gray, and although there was some lingering on his face Demonic, but generally speaking, he is very good-looking, and he is a relatively attractive middle-aged man.
When Zhou Fei arrived, he was talking to Li Sheng. Although Li Sheng was a "stinky man", because he was a beautiful man, Mu Xiaoqiao had a good attitude towards him. , Seeing Zhou Fei entering the door, Mu Xiaoqiao nodded at her seriously: "Miss Zhou, it's been a long time."
Zhou Fei was choked up by the former big devil's "Miss Zhou", and almost stumbled on the threshold. She always felt that his old man was a night owl who came into the house - everything came, and at the moment, she nodded with a little hesitation, He went back politely: "Master Suzaku, thank you for your help in the battle of Jinling back then."
Mu Xiaoqiao waved his hand: "Don't be sentimental, I'm happy to watch the fun, watching the dog emperor crawling all over the floor is very happy, I don't plan to help you."
This sentence is very wooden Xiaoqiao, Zhou Fei breathed a sigh of relief and asked: