Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love - Chapter 41

This morning. We finally received a letter from Jun Wei and learned that he was with Bai Liqi. The letter wrote that he was currently embarking on a study on illusion. This study was how to use drugs to precisely control the indiscriminate transformation of beasts between human and animal forms.

Jun Wei, a master of mystical technique, didn’t understand at all, he was very good at running errands. It is estimated that he was dragged to do free coolies after he didn’t know how to bow. It is revealed between the lines that this research is in the early stages at this time. To make the conversion successful, first of all, we need to find a thing that can turn a beast into a beast if we eat it, and ask if I have any good suggestions.

I think there is no one who wants to be a beast. If you want to be a beast, you can buy some aphrodisiacs, but aphrodisiac things, people can change into beasts and beasts if they eat it. No matter how much they eat… they can only become more beasts and give birth to a lot of small Beasts…

Hearing this, Mu Yan pondered for a moment, changed his mind and decided to send me directly to Qizhong. It feels that parents have to go out and do important things and have to send their children to some place for centralized care. As a result, these older parents often never come back or never come back, leaving the children to grow up into bad girls and bad girls. Boy… I instinctively felt that I should follow Mu Yan, but he thought I should stay in a safe place, and Zhong Zhong is a safe place that is foolproof.

Although he immediately stated that he could share the joys and sorrows with him, he was dismissed repeatedly: “Some places are dangerous for women, but they are only subtle for men. You follow it to make me worry.”

I think I should believe him, but I still have to use some means to dispel his thoughts of sending me away: “You don’t know, Jun Wei always said that he wanted to marry me, why are you so stupid that you have to send me away It’s not safe around him.” He said these words, but ignored the person in front of him who always likes to challenge the limit, and was immediately picked up and thrown into the carriage: “He will try.”

Starry night on the road, straight to the middle.

Weiguo and Chenguo are separated by water. The water is Duanhe, and the birthplace of Duanhe is Chenzhong. But Jiangzhong is not famous for Duanhe, and the famous sword-making family is the Gongyi family.

Legend has it that the family of Gongyi has a long history. The ancestors participated in the decisive battle between humans and Kuafu in the Giant Rock Basin. He has a neutral career and has made swords for many generations. Because of his military merits, he can enjoy some privileges. Every generation of Wang Chen will marry his most beloved daughter, causing the blood of his family to become entangled with the royal family of Chen.

The world feels that King Chen played this game in order to win over the wealth of the official family. I sometimes have different opinions, but in any case, the family of Gongyi, which has been passed down for seven hundred years and passed down for twenty-five generations, was cleaned by a fire seven years ago.

A lot of things happened seven years ago when I was young and ignorant. I was living in Qingyan Sect. I heard the news that a distant and unseen family was destroyed by a fire came in from outside the high walls of the country. I think it really has nothing to do with me.

Master said: “You are the princess of Weiguo, and you should know how much the world is going to be. The ruin of how rich the Gongyi family is, it means that Wang Chen has broken his arm. In any case, it is a good thing for Weiguo.”

My thoughts are: “Yanzhi is not the work of King Chen.”

The master pondered for a long while, and then for the first time heard the legend of the fierce beast Qianhe from his mouth. The beast Qianhe, after a thousand calamities, blood flowed into a river. This is the patron saint of the Gongyi family, sleeping under the Taihao River, guarding the peace of the Gongyi family for many generations. I actually had questions about how the so-called fierce beast can be called Qianhe, a name that even the most literary and artistic youths are embarrassed to call. If there must be the meaning of blood flowed into a river after a thousand tribulations, Houhe is better than Qianhe. Okay.

But this is not the main problem. The main problem is, why such a powerful family and the death protection of the patron saint will be destroyed overnight. King Chen cannot do it. There is only one explanation, which is Gongyijia was destroyed by their patron saint.

The lesson I drew from this story is that raising a patron saint is indeed a very dangerous thing, and the master sees further: “Many things have a cause and an effect, and an effect must have a cause. Disasters must have antecedents, just as if one day defending the country is destroyed, there will also be antecedents. You may not understand the cause and effect, but you have to see the consequences. Before the story, think about the consequences.”

I was deeply impressed by the public ceremonies. It was precisely because of the words that Master said. I still remember these words. Besides, I also feel that it is a pity that so much money has been burned clean. Of course, it is still a mystery whether this ancient family really died as we speculated, but what has been heard is that two years later, the twenty-fifth generation of the gongyi family, gongyifei, rebuilt the gate in the ruins. Junjie, it’s just that the rebuilt Gongyi family no longer sells the business of making swords, but runs the business of Qianzhuang Yulou. These are all things to do.

Suddenly remembering these legends and old things, it is nothing more than the place where Mu Yan is going to send me this time, it is the Gongyi Family in Jiangzhong. I will wait there before he comes back. There is nothing to think about. Isn’t life just waiting or being waited for these two states? It is used to measure the distance between the two, but the human heart. I used to be close to the end of the world, I hope to be close to the end of the world, but the best state is as long as it is close to the end of the world.

Soon I came to the foot of Guzhu Mountain, which is already in the territory of Qizhong.

Mu Yan said that the Gongyi Family’s Fosang Garden was built in the mid-levels of Guzhu Mountain. Someone will pick us up the next day.

Because Xiang Junwei and Xiao Huang are not far away at this time, no matter where they are, there is no doubt that everyone will meet after many days of separation, and there is no doubt that meeting Junwei will definitely break the casserole. Tiandi asked about our parting situation, this injury really couldn’t explain to him.

I was lying in bed, thinking about the separation all the way, but still missed a little. Although this person sometimes gets the wrong line, but when he doesn’t get the wrong line, he is also a good promising young man. Despite this, I don’t want to be missed. Only let this meeting happen again a few days later. I was a little confused when I thought about it, it was a sign that I was about to fall asleep.

The so-called death is nothing more than darkness. The heavens and the earth return to the darkness, and you can hardly move in the darkness. It is the sleep of the dead. But when the body seemed to be lying in the coffin and sinking into the ground, and the familiar darkness climbed along the instep, a piece of light suddenly opened in front of his eyes. I am very sure that I have not opened my eyes at this time, nor can I open my eyes. But it was clear that the light exploded suddenly, covering the sky and the earth, and then it was like a thick fog gradually dissipating, a hundred steps high bluestone steps, above the steps, a glorious mountain gate.

Amidst the misty rain, the mid-level purple-red double-petaled Buddha mulberry flower is hidden behind the misty rain. There is a huge five-color bead curtain hanging on the towering mountain gate, and the five-color curtain is slightly lifted by the wind.

The woman standing quietly beside the bead curtain supported Meng Zongzhu’s oil-paper umbrella. The bamboo color on the handle shows that there is no embellishment on the surface of the umbrella, like a funeral umbrella. The handle is slightly raised. , Revealing the woman’s white forehead with a black jade forehead ring, slender eyebrows, cold eyes, tall nose, and slightly pursed pale lips.

The only special color on the white dress and white dress is the unwound hair, which is like a waterfall in the mist and rain splashed with ink, hanging all behind him to the ankles. A beauty like an ice sculpture.

But three steps, slightly cracked bluestone, the white man bent down and picked up a polished black jade bracelet on the ground. When he raised his head, he actually had five-point similar eyebrows to the woman, but the eyebrows were not as long as that. Like a crescent moon, eyes are not as cold as cold springs.

Although she is white and white like a woman, her cuffs are embroidered with double-petaled Buddha mulberry flowers with purple thread. Slender fingers stick out from the sleeves and hold the black jade bracelet: “This bracelet, but the girl’s?” With a seemingly nonexistent smile, “Xia Xia and the girl, seem to have seen it somewhere.”

It rained one after another, the stone moss on the bluestone slab was drenched by the rain, and the grass became darker. The white jade hook belt on the heavy building, and the huge bronze mirror hanging in the air reflected the saffron.

The graceful young man raised his head slightly and looked at the woman leaning on the five-color curtain on the steps, misty and rainy, she approached step by step holding Meng Zongzhu’s oiled paper umbrella, the soft silk white embroidered shoes were wet by the rain, revealing goose yellow Edge of the shoe.

Across the stairs, she took the black jade bracelet that had been washed by rain from his hand, and rubbed his fingertips with her white fingers glowing with cold light. He held her fingers and she looked down at him with a dazed expression: ” Thanks a lot.”

She waited for him to let her go. A lone flute sounded not far away, but he did not let go: “Now,? Zhong Gong Yifei, dare to ask the girl’s name?”

She raised the oil-paper umbrella slightly and looked at him with her eyes down. For a long time, her voice was like a lingling pearl. An icy Buddha mulberry flower that seemed to bloom suddenly: “Yongan, Qingjiujiu.”

I opened my eyes suddenly. If I can breathe, I must take a big breath. The full moon hangs outside the window, and the moonlight quietly passes through the window lattice, casting some bright or dark shadows in front of the bed.

It is not a dream, but the consciousness captured by Hua Xuyin sealed in the shark beads. This consciousness hovering alone in the Lonely Bamboo Mountain, wrapped in mist and rain, cold and cherished, like an empty and prosperous scene Mirror flowers and moonlight, and like lonely waiting for someone to add the last stroke of ink painting.

The consciousness wandering between the world and the earth that can be perceived by Hua Xuyin can only be the obsession of the dead in the world, or the obsession of a particular obsession.

A mountain gate, a five-color curtain, a rain on one side, an oiled paper umbrella, and a young man and a young man who knew each other so well during the flowering season of the Buddha mulberry flowers must be of great significance to the person who died. Recalling what I saw in front of the gate of Caishan Mountain, it was a pity that the one who wanted to die might be the young man in white who was holding someone’s hand and refused to let go.

It wasn’t until I remembered their names that I felt a little wrong. If it weren’t for the same name, the 25th generation head of the Gongyi family who came down from the mountain to pick us up early tomorrow morning was also called by this name. So…what I see is the consciousness of the woman in white?

It turns out that she was the one who died, Yongan, Qing Jiujiu.

I couldn’t sleep peacefully all night, and I always felt that there were some curls in front of me, but I couldn’t really see it.

On the second day, I woke up in the sound of the gurgling piano, the sky was wide open, and a few unknown birds stood on the window panes and chirped happily. It was the summer morning scene.

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Climbing out of the bed and rubbing his eyes while pushing open the window, his wings flapped to his ears, and he looked up into the depths of the yard and saw Mu Yan sitting cross-legged under the acacia tree.

It seems that he plays the qin every time he partes. Zhi Su stood aside, and a young man in white was standing not far away, standing against the light, unable to see his face. It is estimated that the person who came to pick me up was probably Gong Yifei’s entourage. Thinking of this, there was resistance.

The huge albizia tree bloomed with pompon-like flowers, and the golden morning light slipped from the leaves, and radiantly fell on the seven strings of silk, as Muyan’s fingers flicked, faintly bursting with light.

The end of the piano flows soft and long tones, like a hurricane blowing the green desert Gobi overnight. Only he can play such a piano sound. A trickle of warmth slowly flowed through my heart, and I opened the door and ran out.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly. At the same time, I felt that I was tripping on something under my feet. I was about to fall into my head, and was hugged by the swift stepping Mu Yan: “It’s really called I’m flattered.” I thought, obviously I was more frightened, and in the idea that one less hug was one time, I took the opportunity to shrink into his arms and glanced at his feet. It turned out to be a mess of grass and vines.

There was a faint gasp sound from behind, it is estimated that after seeing me not talking for a long time, Mu Yan’s voice came from above my head: “What’s wrong?”

I rubbed my nose, put my arms around his waist tightly, and said dullly, “It’s nothing, I’ll hold you for a while, will I be happy?” “…”

I remember that the parting of the ancients in Jun Wei’s novels always happened when it was drizzling, and the best friends held hands and looked at their tears, drank the dirty wine, and gave them away. But at this time, Zhanxi Yaoyao showed the appearance of the sun shining brightly, and half of the weeping willow could not be seen. There was really no way to create a sad atmosphere.

I can’t bear to admire words. It is reasonable to say that leaving him is a sad thing, but since I know that he also likes what I admire, those sadness and reluctance have all become sweet, properly placed in the bottom of my heart, he will always come to me, always I would meet each other, thinking so, I was so courageous, not to mention any sadness.

But the so-called farewell, after all, is to show something. Without the willow branch, one can only get some other branch nearby instead. I broke off a twig of acacia tree for a long time and solemnly placed it in Mu Yan’s palm.

Just as he was about to say what he was told, he heard a laugh, and looked up and found that the voice came from a man in white not far away. The angle this person stood at was really tricky. He couldn’t see his face from such a close distance. He could only see a black ring-like thing secretly in his right hand. I glared fiercely in that direction, intending to continue to tell Mu Yan, but when I turned my head, I saw him staring at the albizia tree branch in his hand.

I looked at him inexplicably, not knowing what is so good about a broken branch.

quite a while. He endured a smile and raised his eyes: “When others parted with willow branches, what they meant was to retain. Today, we are giving you acacia branches as a gift, maybe…”

I looked at him more inexplicably: “What is it?”

He put away the branches and uttered two words concisely and concisely: “Acacia.”

“…With your sister!”

During the conversation, the Zhi Su who was standing beside the Qin appeared calm, but the white-clothed neuropathy kept sulking. Bishi finally couldn’t help laughing out loudly: “Shi…Master, where did you find such a treasure? ?”

The voice is a bit familiar, Mu Yan nodded and helped me adjust the collar, without saying anything, but I secretly thought back where I heard such a sound. I haven’t figured out why, the young man in white clothes who owes his mouth has slowly stepped out of the halo reflected by the bronze mirror of the bamboo house.

In the morning light, I stared blankly at the gradually clear face in front of me. The temples are cut like a knife, and the eyebrows are like ink paintings, and they are like autumn peach blossoms. There is no difference. ? In, Gong Yi Fei. In addition, the things he had been playing with by Mosuo in his right hand were caged in the shade of the trees. My eyelids twitched and I didn’t know why I asked such words:

“Whose bracelet belongs to you?”

He was stunned, and raised the black jade bracelet to look at the morning light: “Do you think it is beautiful too?” The corners of his eyes are still full of smiles, like a favorite, but what he says is so cold that he can’t hear it. Half silk loves emotions, “I don’t know, it seems that I was born with it.” There was no mention of the original owner of the bracelet.

Mu Yan entrusted me to Gong Yifei, even though I was full of doubts about this young man in white clothes at this time, but think about the philosophy of life in troubled times that Master taught me when he was alive. Whatever he did, he silently dismissed the idea of ​​clarifying the matter, and waited wholeheartedly for Mu Yan to tell Gong Yifei to come back.

I don’t know what the two of them said, but Gong Yifei murmured with a low smile: “I’m afraid no one will believe it. The legendary Master Mu, who has left behind everything in the Cunning Rabbit Ten Caves, will have weaknesses, and he is still such a Innocent and delicate little girl, if the two princesses Tang Guo and Lou Guo knew about it, they would vomit blood and die.”

With my ears moved, I craned my neck to observe Mu Yan’s reaction. I saw him shook his fan and glanced at me. I quickly turned back. I can see a casual smile on the corner of my mouth. Although the voice is low, I still hear him. Here it is: “Don’t you have always studied this kind of thing? The so-called weakness is either destroyed by your own hands or properly collected. Although the former has been chosen by most people who have become major events since ancient times, I have always felt that life is short. For a hundred years, it is also a good thing to have a weakness.”

Gong Yifei looked up at him in surprise. To be honest, I was surprised too. I couldn’t help but stare at him. He probably noticed my scorching gaze. His gaze swept over slightly. I quickly sat down and pretended to do nothing. He turned his head to the side without hearing it, but in my heart I thought to myself, this person, I want to treat him very well.

Not long after the conversation between the two was over, Gong Yifei followed Mu Yan, pacing slowly one after another.

When the sun is in the middle of the sky, it is almost time to set off. Seeing Mu Yan’s appearance, there is something else to say to me. But I didn’t give him this opportunity, rushing to the front, for fear of not having time, pulling his sleeve eagerly to tell him the things that I had always wanted to tell him.

“Go to bed early at night, not stay up late.”

May make him feel naive.

“Sleep must be covered tightly, not kicking the quilt.”

Those more mature girls, facing such a moment of separation, will definitely have a more mature way.

“It’s cold, remember to add clothes, don’t ignore it just because you feel good.” But I don’t understand those things.

“Don’t be picky eaters. You have to eat a little bit of vegetables and meat.”

If I followed him, I would slowly learn to take care of him like this.

The whole bamboo house was silent for a while, and no one’s ridicule was heard, and the most important thing was not finished. I licked my lips and had to go on talking, my throat was a little dry, and I was about to speak again, but I was suddenly muffled. Interrupted with a smile: “These are obviously what I want to tell you…”

I glared at him: “I mean it.”

He studied my expression for a while, put away his joking look, put away the fan by the way, and nodded: “Okay, I remembered, what else?”

The courage I had finally gathered was interrupted, and it felt a little unsustainable. I raised my head and glanced at him quickly, coughed, and stared at the ground: “Also, yes,” adjusted the vicious tone, “No. Look at other beauties, if they strike up a conversation with you, you are not allowed to talk to them!”

He smirked and put his hand on my shoulder: “Well, what else?”

Suddenly I felt a little sad, and I looked down at the toe of the shoe dejectedly: “I have to come back early to pick me up.”

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