City Lord Song and Li Fulin drank the loose wine they ordered from the street, ate some cold sauced meat and then left.
If it weren't for the master's words, Xiaodong really couldn't believe that this is the famous city lord.
Looking at the style... very easy-going, very ordinary person.
In short, it is quite different from the "city lord" Xiaodong imagined.
Xiaodong hadn't seen many great figures among monks. But he has seen ordinary civil officials. Those high-ranking officials greeted and hugged before going out, with extraordinary style, and they seldom said anything, as if speaking casually would degrade their identities.
But Master, these old friends are different.
Whether it was the real Liu from the beginning, the real Hu from Tianji Mountain, or the famous Song City Lord, they all had no airs and were easy to talk to.
When City Lord Song left, Xiaodong asked worriedly, what about City Lord Song's old injuries? Is there a cure
I heard from Master and the others before that City Lord Song's old injury had recurred and was so serious that even the City Lord could not continue to be the Lord. Although she didn't look sick just now, Xiaodong was still thinking about this matter.
"It can't be cured." Li Fulin patted his head: "It can't be cured. If it can be cured, it will be healed when it was injured. This injury has been suppressed all the time. It has been hidden for many years, and now it cannot be suppressed. gone."
Then, will City Lord Song die
Although he only met once and didn't say much, Xiaodong felt that City Lord Song was a good person and shouldn't have such a short life.
He didn't ask, but Li Fulin understood the meaning shining brightly in his eyes.
The little apprentice's gaze made people feel guilty.
He didn't want to coax him, so he could only say: "Life is safe for the time being."
All right
That is to say, what will be hindered in the end is only between morning and evening.
Xiaodong's small face suddenly revealed a sad expression.
Li Fulin thought for a while, let Xiaodong sit down, and brought a small plate of pickled fruits.
"Come, eat, eat."
Xiaodong was a little depressed.
Master treats him like a child and always coaxes him with food.
He is no longer young.
But what Li Fulin said next was not what he said to the child.
"Xiaodong, you have been a beginner for two years. Master is usually slack and never on the mountain. He hasn't taught you much. This is because master is incompetent."
Xiaodong wanted to speak, but Li Fulin waved his hand.
"The path of cultivating the Tao is long and long. Ordinary people can only live for a few decades, but those who cultivate the Tao can easily live for hundreds of years. It is short and short. Few people can walk this road to heaven. End. On this road, now Master and senior brothers are walking forward together with you, but you have to understand that this road may not reach the end for all of us. Some people will leave first, and some people can go far. Short, as long as you don’t feel timid or regretful, you haven’t made this journey in vain.”
Xiaodong seemed to understand but half understood.
Li Fulin looked pitifully.
The little apprentice is soft-hearted and kind-hearted, but the path of cultivation is full of thorns, and the softer the heart, the more vulnerable it is to get hurt. Many monks with outstanding talents have overcome all kinds of difficulties, but they are planted on the threshold of demons.
But on this road, Master can not protect them for a long time, let alone make decisions for them and move forward for them.
Looking at the appearance of the little apprentice, thinking that he would encounter various stumbling blocks in the future and experience countless pains, Li Fulin felt a faint pain in his heart.
Young people will not understand his sigh of vicissitudes.
Li Fulin recalled that when he was apprenticed to his master, he knelt down to listen to his master's admonition. At that time, the way Master looked at him was mixed with sadness and joy, complicated and difficult to distinguish.
At that time, he didn't understand why Master was sad when he was happy.
Now he understands.
The master has seen a lot, and has also experienced a lot. On the one hand, he is happy, but on the other hand, he is full of worries about his future.
If Xiaodong were a little more dull and hard-hearted, maybe Li Fulin could feel relieved.
"The old injury of City Lord Song is the old wound left by the battle of killing demons. Even though he has suffered from illnesses due to injuries for so many years, he does not regret what happened back then. If it happens again, he will still do what he did back then. The same choice. You don't have to worry too much about him, he has the ability to protect himself, leaving Beifu City, he will live a more comfortable life, and maybe his injury will get better because of it."
This is obviously wishful thinking.
But Xiaodong also hoped that what Master said would come true.
Xiaodong's appetite did not decrease at noon, Mo Chen and Jiang Fan were quietly relieved.
It seems that the younger brother can still figure it out.
A guest came in the morning. Although the identity was different, most of the disciples of Huiliu Mountain didn't know who it was, so they didn't take it seriously.
Unexpectedly, another guest came after noon.
This guest can make Huiliu Mountain up and down all of a sudden refreshed.
Without him, this guest is a familiar face.
It was Ji Zhenren who had been to Huiliu Mountain.
Ji Zhen is extraordinarily beautiful. But her beauty is not common. Generally, no matter what their temperament is, most women dress brightly and charmingly. Ke Ji's beauty is as sharp as a sword radiating cold light. In detail, her eyebrows are too thick, her eyes are too cold, her nose bridge is high, and her lips are thin, but these imperfect features are concentrated on her face, but there is a kind of awe-inspiring beauty that cannot be looked at.
This time it was not Jiang Fan who answered the door, he was also very surprised when the news came in, he hurried to the front to say hello first, and then asked people to go to the back to report to the master.
When greeting Ji Zhenren to sit down and have tea, Jiang Fan couldn't help but rejoice that they tidied up the hall and the courtyard outside when they checked in and cleaned it. The guest who came in the morning was familiar with the master, so the two went directly to the master's room to drink and talk.
But Ji Zhenren... uh, Jiang Fan always felt that it would be inappropriate if she was allowed to enter Master's room directly.
Jiang Fan didn't dare to breathe in front of Ji Zhenren.
Ji Zhenren... Although he came to visit as a guest, Jiang Fan always felt that this person was difficult to get close to. Finally, when the master came, Jiang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly retreated without making a sound.
Li Fulin didn't expect Ji Zheng to come.
She was standing in front of the window of the living room, the window was wide open, and there was thin snow falling outside, the sky was leaden gray, and the courtyard was covered with thin snow, making it look empty and lonely. Ji Zheng just stood in front of the window, her figure and back were still exactly the same as in his memory.
The first time he saw her was in the Western Regions, people from Yinyue Demon City were chasing and killing them. A full moon.
The first time Li Fulin saw her, he thought of Ye Xiao.
Chilling, cold, murderous.
He felt right.
Ji Zheng threw off the silver whip and flew over their heads, heading straight for the pursuers behind the team.
At that time, there were quite a few people from the Yinyue Demon City who came out to chase and kill them, but because of the difference in skill, there were only two who chased them closest.
Those two people are still a pair of brothers, they have practiced magic arts together since they were young, and they are connected with each other, the two of them together are far more difficult than ten or eight people.
Then…
Then there was no more, she killed one of the brothers, and the other was injured and retreated.
Because of her rescue, the group of people who were in heavy siege at that time were able to save their lives.
Li Fulin will never forget the black cloak she spread out under the night, and the shadow of the whip reflected silver by the moonlight.
Later, they went into the Lost City together to escape.
That Lost City is said to be a tomb built for himself by a king of the Western Regions a long time ago. He was killed before the tomb was completed, but the person who killed him sent his body into this big tomb he built for himself. But it is said that the king's resentment persisted after his death. On the third day after his burial, black sand swept across the entire capital, and since then it has become a dead city.
No one cares whether the legend is true or not, but this place does have weirdness.
The weirdest thing is that they fell into illusion after entering the Lost City, and the people who hunted them down were no exception.
Entering the Lost City is a last resort, at least the chasing soldiers can't do anything to them for a while.
The illusion experienced by everyone is different. Some people even spent decades in the illusion, but in reality, not a single night passed.
Li Fulin was always ashamed to mention to others what he saw in the illusion, and no one asked him to tell. Even Hu Zhenren had never pried his mouth open with all his tricks, and resentfully said that he would bite this secret to death.
Li Fulin himself never recalled his experience in the illusion. It was too... Li Fulin felt ashamed even thinking about it.
Later, my uncle said that everything experienced in the illusion was actually the suppressed desire of human beings, and he also said that the catastrophe in the illusion was not without benefits. After going through that illusion, it will be easier to overcome the catastrophe of heart demons in the future.
Others also shared their experiences in the illusion, while others kept silent like him.
After all, what everyone yearns for is different. Even though they are all decent disciples from famous families, maybe what they yearn for in their hearts cannot be seen.
But looking at Ji Zheng now, all of a sudden those scenes of phantoms resurfaced in his mind.
It turned out that he had never really forgotten it, he had always remembered it so clearly.
Uncle Shi is right, everything he experienced in the illusion may be the most secret and shady yearning in his heart.
Ji Zheng only has a hair rope tied on her head. This hair style is usually too simple and casual for men, but she looks outstanding and heroic when she tied her hair up like this. Li Fulin had never seen her wearing red, willow and green clothes. Her clothes were either black or gray, and the brightest color was blue lotus.
But in the illusion he experienced, she was wearing a dress embroidered with red peonies on a black background, and the color could burn people's eyes.
"Ji Zheng."
Hearing his voice, Ji Zheng didn't look back, looking out the window at the snowfall day by day.
"It turns out that your hometown is such a cold place." Ji Zheng said softly, "You also said that you brought me to see the snow."
He did.
That was decades ago.
He drank some wine that night and talked a lot.
A lot of things that I haven't said to others.
He rarely mentioned to others that he was born in Beifu City.
He said that day, shall I take you to see the snow? The snow in Beifu City sometimes falls for a whole winter. (to be continued)