The Jinwu Guard is the emperor's personal guard, who holds the Jinwu guard of honor and guards the emperor's side. Twelve people on this trip came neatly with swords, acting on behalf of the emperor's order.
The leader at the head took out an imperial decree of a golden silk coiled dragon, turned his hands over, and the yellow silk cloth spread out in midair.
According to the imperial decree, the emperor is very sorry for the sudden death of Duke Su of the Western Regions. The domain cannot be without a master for a day, let Zhong Suifeng act as the Duke of the country. The two sons were both young, and they entered the palace with Jin Wuwei, and were raised by the emperor himself.
"Entering the palace..." Zhong Youyu turned her head to look at her younger brother in panic. Although the Duke is the lord of a domain, he is still a subject of the emperor. They can be kings and hegemons in the Western Regions, and they are free in the Northern Regions, but when they enter the capital, they have to keep their tails between their legs.
Zhong Wumo still looked as immobile as a mountain, as if he had expected it long ago.
The Jinwu Guard put away the imperial decree and presented it to Shen Qirui, who had the highest status present. Shen Qirui inspected the emperor's seal and handed it to Zhong Suifeng for safekeeping, "Everyone is running around all the way, let's go to the inner hall for tea."
"What should I do? I don't want to go to Beijing!" Zhong Youyu frowned, and asked Shen Lou to make up his mind.
"The imperial decree has been issued, what do you do?" Shen Lou turned around and disappeared from Lin Xin, and told Huang Ge to look for him. Although the Zhong family did not show any intention of arresting Lin Xin, they still had to be on guard.
"Little Mo, you have something to say!" Zhong Youyu slapped his younger brother with a depressed expression, "What can I do, what can I do? If it wasn't for your father's request, he might have directly taken over the Western Regions. Dad I'm gone, and the second uncle can't be counted on, can I still lead the army to resist the decree? The sons of the princes enter the palace, no different from the proton, if the emperor deliberately wants to raise us, we will not be crowned by then For the reason of succession, ten or eight years will be deducted from us, we... "
"Speak carefully!" Shen Lou stopped Zhong Youyu, who was speaking out loud, and knocked down the pot of the parrot squatting by the window with a snap of his fingers.
"Nursing the invalid! Raising the invalid!" Which pot fell from the window sill, Quack repeated Zhong Youyu's words, very angry.
With his head down, Zhong Youyu picked up the shameless bird lying on the ground, stuffed it into Shen Lou's hands, and entrusted him to take care of it. This bird must never be taken to the capital, and which pot should not be opened and which pot should be carried. He is a chatterbox, and he talks a few thousand words every day, maybe he has learned something from this bird. The capital city is no better than Mogui Mountain, the walls have ears.
"Xiaoyu, Xiaomo, Second Uncle has something to tell you." Zhong Suifeng walked in with a straight face, calling the brothers over.
Shen Lou took the bird and stood up to say goodbye, thinking that Ashin seemed to like the bird quite a bit, so he took it back for him to play with. As soon as they walked out of the courtyard of the Zhong family brothers, Huang Ge came in a hurry, "My son, Ashin, is gone."
"What do you mean it's missing?" Shen Lou's heart tightened, he threw the parrot to Huang Ge, and quickly ran towards Zhu Xingli's courtyard.
The yard was empty, and the ground paved with fine sand left a circle of shallow ripples, which were the lines caused by the spiritual power of the spirit sword. Obviously, someone left with a sword in place.
"Lin Xin..." Shen Lou clenched his fists tightly, and the yellow sand quickly leaked out from between his fingers until his palm was empty, without grabbing anything.
Lin Xin still left with Zhu Xing, inevitably repeating the fate of his previous life. But why? He had said it well before, and went back to Huan Xinghai to practice swords with him, and then called him senior brother, why did he suddenly change his mind
"Jin Wuwei saw him before he came." Huang Ge hugged the bird, trying to recall where Lin Xin had been.
Jinwu Guard...
Shen Lou woke up suddenly, "Huang Ge, you immediately chase after him with your sword, go to the southeast. Tell Ashin that the Jin Wuwei didn't come to arrest him. I didn't tell my father." Blinded. No matter how young he was, Lin Xin was still the cautious and suspicious Lin Bushou, and it was absolutely impossible for him to be a silly child who trusted him wholeheartedly after just a few days of knowing him.
"Yes!" Huang Ge didn't ask any nonsense, directly sacrificed the spirit sword, and walked away against the wind.
The pot that fell in mid-air spun around and shouted angrily: "Can't you use fox fur?"
The Spring Mark Sword was advancing rapidly, and when Huang Shiwei focused on chasing it in the southeast direction, Lin Xin and his master had already set up a hexagram stall in the small town.
"One liang of silver is one hexagram, no money is not allowed." On the long flag, it was written in a fluttering pattern, and the last word "Qian" could not be written, and it was aggrieved and shrank in the corner.
After taking off the crimson silk and the deer glass forehead pendant on his head, Zhu Xingli was dressed in a fairy-like white dress and sat in front of the hexagram booth to watch. Lin Xin was holding a stick, standing aside expressionlessly, shaking it dutifully.
"One liang of silver is one hexagram, are you a god?" The spectators pointed at the cheeky master and apprentice, who dared to ask for a tael when other people's fortunes were worth two cents.
"Sincerity leads to spirit." Zhu Xingli smiled slightly, with a natural good-looking appearance, even if the corners of his eyes were downcast, he still had a sense of immortality.
"Hey, kid, is your master a liar?" Someone teased Lin Xin.
"If you believe it, you have it. If you don't believe it, you don't have it. If you can't afford a tael of silver, then don't disturb my master's purity!" Lin Xin raised his chin and said coldly.
"Hey!" Everyone was taken aback by the boy's words.
Zhu Xingli glanced at his apprentice with great interest, good boy, self-taught without a teacher, could he really be the illegitimate child he forgot somewhere
"Let me do a fortune telling!" A man in fine clothes sat down, took out a piece of broken silver, and put it on the table.
Zhu Xingli didn't ask anything, just pointed at the man's palm, touched the palmistry slowly, pondered for a moment and said: "Penglai has a way, it's a pity, a pity."
After several times of pity, the man's face suddenly changed.
Penglai has a way, which means that he could have ascended to the fairy road; once hated, it means that he has blamed the wrong people for his crimes all these years.
"How do you know, sir, that I hate the wrong person?" He was born in a family of mortals. When he was young, a fairy came to touch his bones, but nothing happened. When he became an adult, he was in charge of the family, met the nobles of the Xianmen, and learned that he had excellent qualifications. Recalling that the stepmother had a talk with the bone-touching fairy back then, she must have deliberately ruined his immortal journey, and she felt resentful, so she kept treating her stepmother harshly.
Lin Xin lowered his eyes and said nothing, silently listening to Zhu Xingli's nonsense. Just now, when he looked at the physiognomy, he was actually touching the bones. This bastard must have seen that the other party seemed to have a spiritual vein with immortal roots. come out.
In his previous life, he often went out with Zhu Xingli to set up stalls, sometimes to tell fortunes, sometimes to sell rouge, and occasionally to beg for food. According to Zhu Xingli's words, going out of the world and entering the world is all about practicing. It sounds nice, but it's just for fun.
In the past, he felt ashamed and couldn't bear to accompany Zhu Xingli to go crazy. After Master's death, looking back on the past, those days when begging with broken bowls were the happiest.
"Returning to the soul," Zhu Xingli flicked his finger, casually rolled up the white cloth used as a sign, and threw it aside, "Are you hungry?"
Lin Xin helped the master to collect the booth, and the way to collect it was to throw away the lottery in his hand.
Zhu Xingli crossed his arms and stared at this strange apprentice, "Do you think we have met each other in our previous life?"
Um? Lin Xin was very sensitive to the word "previous life", and immediately looked up at Zhu Xingli, "Why do you say that?"
"Otherwise, why do you seem to have been with me for many years?" Zhu Xingli picked him up with one hand and carried him on his shoulder, "Go, son, dad has made money, so I'll buy you delicious food."
"Who is your son!" Lin Xin struggled and slid into Zhu Xingli's arms, "Master, when will you teach me fairy art?"
"Didn't I teach you all the time? Looking at the bones is also a fairy art." Grinning, Zhu Xingli raised his hand and pulled a stick from the straw for selling candied haws, stuffed it into the apprentice's hand, and threw it without looking back. Brought two copper coins in the past.
"In this world, is there a kind of fairy art that can cut off a person's spiritual veins?" Lin Xin took a bite and realized what he was eating, and couldn't help but blush.
Zhu Xingli leaned over, stole a hawthorn, and said, "Of course there are."
"Then what if this thing is contagious?" Lin Xin stared closely at Zhu Xingli's eyes.
"That's plague." Zhu Xingli said without thinking, and wanted to steal again, but Lin Xin hid him.
The master is not reborn, so he thought about it. This kind of mysterious and mysterious things can't be two, it's not that easy.
"Then what's wrong with Shen Lou's body?" Sitting in the best restaurant in the city, Lin Xin continued to ask while eating his meal.
Zhu Xingli asked for a jug of good wine, and drank it slowly, "He..." He deliberately elongated his voice, causing the child with many problems to stretch his neck, "The brows are reversed and the lips are thin. It must be a debt of love owed in the previous life that has not been repaid."
"..." Knowing that, Lin Xin rolled his eyes and didn't want to talk to him. Shen Lou had a pair of thin lips, but absolutely no reverse eyebrows, sword brows and star eyes, and a whole body of righteousness.
Zhu Xingli is a casual person, and he speaks freely when talking to children. When he mentions this incident, he can't stop talking about his looks that are not related to each other, and what looks attract love, which makes the people at the next table look sideways.
The two of them did not go south to Zhu's house as Shen Lou expected, but went east all the way, left the western region and went north again.
"What kind of place is this?" Standing under Zhaoyao Peak, Lin Xin asked knowingly.
"Zhaoyao Peak." Zhu Xingli picked him up, Yujian jumped up the mountain, landed in a place with excellent Fengshui in the forest, took his hand and walked forward, where the flowers and plants piled up, there were two graves. In front of the tomb stands a tombstone carved from rocks, with the words "the tomb of my best friend Xunlu Hou Lin Zhenghan" and "the tomb of my best friend's wife Lansu" written in flying and flying shapes.
Open a jar of good wine, light a stick of fragrance, "Come and kowtow to your parents."
The author has something to say: Small theater:
Master: Do you know why your daughter-in-law ran away? your method is wrong
Loulou: what method
Master: You still don't understand, what he wants is not a spirit sword
Lou Lou: I know, what he wants is to treat him sincerely
Master: No, what he wants are candied haws
Lou Lou: …