Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love - Chapter 6

In April, the spring was bright in the mountains, and Master Jun, who had disappeared for six months, finally returned from the mountains. This means that my forelimbs and torso will be stitched out soon.

For six months, I have kept my body covered with gauze. At first I was interested in floating out at night to frighten my fellow students, but soon I found that my fellow students who had been scared once were generally hard to be scared again, and it was difficult for me to judge which fellows Those who have been frightened before, and which ones have not, directly led to the lower and lower hit rate of this entertainment, and gradually made me lose interest.

Two months later, I can’t stand it anymore.

Many colleagues think that I can’t bear to wrap the gauze and soak in the medicine bucket for four hours every day. In fact, it’s not the case. Soaking is good for body and mind, but after soaking, I have to wrap wet gauze and wait for it to dry naturally, which is painful. very much. This pain increases inversely with the decrease of atmospheric temperature.

Later, I thought that in the process of becoming heroes, all unborn heroes are always cultivated by their masters ingeniously. Master Jun must use this to temper my perseverance and determination to figure out this, even in the freezing winter outdoors. In the twelfth lunar month, I also clenched my teeth, and never gave up lightly, even because of typhoid fever.

After persisting for half a year, after repeated infections with typhoid fever, my ability to resist typhoid fever has been greatly improved. After talking to Master Jun, he thought about it and replied: “Ah…I forgot to tell you that there is a stove next to the bathhouse that can put you on your body. The gauze is baked and dried, hahaha…”

Master Jun is the Sovereign of Emperor Jun Yu. Junyu Sect is named after Junyu Mountain, which is in the territory of Chen Kingdom. It is said that the ancestors who founded the mountain and Lijiao were not surnamed Jun, but surnamed Wang. He was born in poverty and his parents named Wang Xiaoer.

Later Wang Xiao’s second ancestor learned martial arts from an expert and established a religion on Junyu Mountain. However, he could not recruit good apprentices. When I asked about it, I found out that when others heard that the patriarch of Junyu was called Wang Xiaoer, they thought this. It is a training class for inn buddies, and the apprentices recruited will be sent to inns across the country to engage in the service industry.

The second ancestor of Wang Xiao was helpless, so he had to ask a nearby teacher to help him change his name. The teacher looked at the general trend of the world and said that Murong, Shangguan, Nangong, Beitang, Dongfang, Ximen, etc. have all been taught, Dongguo and Nanguo. Although these two surnames have not been established yet, they are likely to dilute the brand. The effect is the same as that of the white goose hemp candy but the white rabbit hemp candy. It is better to take local materials, follow Jun Yushan, and use the surname Jun. Create a compound surname, surnamed Jun Yu.

However, considering the creation of a compound surname, it is necessary to go to the government for filing. The procedures are complicated and it is not recommended. The surname is Jun, and the surname Jun is very gentle and very temperamental. When Wang Xiaoer heard this, he was enraged, and since then he changed his surname to Jun. Following the advice of the teacher, he translated the word Xiaoer according to the old saying, Shaoshuang, full name Jun Shaoshuang.

After Wang Xiaoer changed his name to Jun Shaoshuang, he recruited a large number of good disciples, and since then carried forward the teaching of Jun Yu. Master Jun is the seventh generation descendant of the founder of the mountain, Master Jun Shaoshuang.

I’ve known Master Jun since I was a child. At that time, I was still living in the State Sect of Weiguo-Qingyan Sect. My first master in this life-Mr. Huiyi was still alive and well, with good teeth and appetite. You can bite the fried beans. Master Jun took his son to live outside the Qingyan Sect, in a thatched shed two miles from the top of Yanhui Mountain. He often came to my master to play chess.

When the master took me to the top of the mountain to watch the sunrise, he would spend the night in his hut. There is only one bed in their house. Every time I go to harass with Master, I always sleep on the bed alone, and the three of them lay on the floor. This makes me especially like to go to their house to harass, because at this time, I am very different.

Later, I told Jun Wei of my idea, and Jun Wei is the son of Master Jun. Jun Wei said: “It can be seen that you should be a princess in your bones. Only princesses like to be different.” But I cannot agree with him. The princess does not like to be different, but is used to be different. The most important thing is that No one dared to resemble the princess. The difference between habit and liking is too far. I have a deep understanding of this before I die many years later.

Jun Wei is actually a well-rounded person, he is proficient in all the little wives of every emperor in the past dynasties, even those who had a one-night stand during the private visit of Weifu but did not have time to get married.

Jun Wei’s view is that family affairs affect state affairs, and state affairs are world affairs, and the emperor’s family affairs are basically done by the little wives. In fact, as long as the emperor does not marry a young wife, it will be fine, but this is too cruel for an emperor. The emperor felt that he could not be so cruel to himself, so he chose to be cruel to the people of the world.

Jun Wei’s thinking is that the emperor’s little wives are harmonious, and the whole world is harmonized. After that, he has devoted his life to how to harmonize the emperor’s little wives.

In addition to this life’s career, Jun Wei also has another interest, that is, writing novels. But this interest made Master Jun very disdainful. Master Jun hoped that he could become a well-known swordsman. As long as he wrote a novel, he would confiscated his manuscripts and punished him to copy swordsmanship. So he had to combine literature and martial arts. Together, create novels in the process of copying sword scores.

You will find that the sword books copied by Jing Junwei are always out of shape. For example, he wrote: “Every day in the sun, she uses a pair of bare hands to take off the layers of complicated clothes, and exposes her pure porcelain body. Under the sun. It was a place of extreme cold. She was sitting on a bed of ice glowing with cold light. It was cold, very cold, very cold. She just sat cross-legged, facing north and south, running her breath perfectly. One week. She didn’t know that after the heavy winter rose ten feet away, she had a pair of pitch-black eyes stroking her skin inch by inch.”

Basically, no one wants to think that this is actually the four-line swordplay mental method “when the extreme cold sun is right, sitting alone on the ice bed, naked facing the north, qi travels inwardly”. Later, Jun Wei became the best swordsman in novels and the most powerful novelist in swordsmanship.

Because I grew up alone in the Qingyan school, the rule in the school was that men were not allowed to leave hair. The two thousand people in the school were all men except me. As a result, I was the only one with long hair in the Qingyan school.

This made me think for a long time that when I first became gender-conscious, the biggest difference between women and men is that women have hair and men are all bald. So, of course, I think Master Jun and Jun Wei are both women, and they are very close to them out of the feeling of sympathy for the same sex.

Naturally, I finally realized that their father and son are both men, but that idea has become deeply rooted. As a result, I can no longer face Jun Wei with the mentality of **** between men and women in this life. I have always regarded him as my sister. The story should have been. It was a childhood sweetheart, but I turned it into a childhood sweetheart.

When I was three years old, I learned by chance that I was the Princess of the Wei Kingdom, but my reaction to this incident was calm. Mainly because of my wisdom, I didn’t know what the princess was at that time. Jun Wei is one year older than me and knows a lot more. He said: “The so-called princess is actually a kind of privileged class.” I asked, “What is the privilege?” Jun Wei said, “Just what you want to do. Do, and don’t do what you don’t want to do.” Hearing what he said, I didn’t wash the dishes at noon that day, nor did I wash the clothes at night. As a result, I was punished by the master to kneel in the shrine until midnight.

From then on, I completely forgot that I was a princess. That is, in the same year, Master saw that my mind was open and officially started teaching me piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. What the master meant is that in life, it is always good to have something to pin your feelings on.

If I can be proficient in everything, it is naturally the best, and I can be considered as a master of everyone; if I only know one of them, it’s not bad, at least an expert; if I don’t know anything, I know a little bit, at least a miscellaneous. I asked the master, “What if I will not only be unreasonable in the future, but also doubt the meaning of learning these things?” The master pondered, “Philosopher, at least I am also a home…”

I don’t know why, but Jun Wei Mingming didn’t worship Master as his teacher, but he was able to study with me. Master’s official explanation is that academics have no national boundaries and no division of teachers. Jun Wei privately explained to me that his father gave Master ten thousand-year old ginseng.

Sure enough, academics know no borders, and national borders can be bought. In class with Jun Wei, writing and drawing can be tolerated, but when playing the piano, it is uncomfortable. When we first learned the piano, Jun Wei and I played a piano by ourselves, and we played each other in the piano room. The immediate consequence is that, at an age when I still don’t understand what the lingering sound is for three days, I first understood what the magic sound is like a rotted soul.

We feel that each other is playing weirdly badly, making ourselves very painful, and we are committed to creating a more incredible voice to make each other more painful and retaliate. In my impression, the piano is a murder weapon, not a musical instrument. This is why I learned how to use the piano to kill people, but I never learned how to use the piano to save people. It is completely a psychological shadow left by Jun Wei. After I learned how to kill, all the people who wanted to rely on my music to be saved died. When I was ten years old, I picked up a tiger cub that had just opened my eyes. This tiger has followed me throughout my life, showing the loyalty of a beast to the maximum. Although recalling that year, Jun Wei and I picked it up with the intention of eating it. At that time, I met Jun Wei and his father was moved by my master, determined to be an animal protectionist, and practiced by himself, so that Jun Wei Sanyue did not know the taste of meat, and I rarely eat meat in the national school. It was us. The time when the two are most yearning for meat.

The reason why we didn’t eat it later was entirely because we thought we could raise it a little bit, so that it could be steamed, boiled, stewed and fried. There might be leftovers. Thinking about it now, it is incredible to be able to resist the desire without slaughtering Xiaohuang on the spot and roasting it. Xiao Huang is exactly the name of this tiger. After identification, it was found that the tiger species it belongs to is quite precious. Jun Wei and I were very happy and thought we could sell it, so that we could get rich, but we couldn’t find a way out, so we had no choice but to stop.

auzw.com When we have a way, we are all grown-ups. The most important thing is that we have become rich people, so we don’t need to exchange Xiaohuang for money. This makes us very sigh, life is almost like this, the road to wealth is always difficult.

Fate arranges that I will always be alone every time I encounter major events, and I will be injured. The master said: “Have you heard that the heavens will descend on the people and the people will be the ones who will hurt the muscles and bones first…” I can imagine that the biggest task that the heavens will have on me is to wait for the master to inherit his mantle and become The next suzerain, but then Jun Wei stole the rules of the zong to show me. The rules of the zong clearly stipulated that neither women nor shemales should hold important positions in the country, which shattered a dream of mine.

Many people quickly went astray after their dreams were shattered. There was an assassin at the foot of the mountain who retired from the rivers and lakes due to poor performance and switched to killing pigs. There was also a scholar who rewritten obscene novels and painted **** pictures part-time after the imperial examination. But I always think that dreaming is of the same nature as getting a wife. The old ones don’t go away, and the new ones don’t come, and the new ones are often better than the old ones. The old dreams are broken because the new ones are coming, and this is something to celebrate. The reason is depressed.

I expressed this opinion to Jun Wei. Jun Wei thought for a while and thought it was reasonable. In the afternoon, he went to the mountain to comfort Carpenter Wang, who had just died. He said, “Your wife is dead because a new wife is about to marry you. The new wife is sure It’s better than your old wife. This is a big joy. Be happy, don’t be so sad.” Carpenter Wang waved the broom for half a street. Jun Wei couldn’t understand and was a little hurt. I comforted him: “People in the world are used to showing a hideous side in front of the truth to hide their shyness.”

On the night when the suzerain’s dream was shattered, my approach was to sway out of the sect at sunset and go to the forest to meditate and beat the pigeons, change moods, find inspiration, build new dreams, and rebuild confidence. It can also be seen from this that I really want to be considered a positive person.

In addition, this kind of positiveness is also manifested in some private lives. For example, I have never doubted that if I have a husband in the future and he unfortunately dies ahead of him, I will definitely pack up and go out on the night he died. The world is looking for a new husband.

And as of that night, I was infected by Master Jun, and I used to think that my future husband would be Jun Wei. I often watched him who was alive and anxious, thinking: Oh, how can I go out right away when the person in front of me just died. Looking for the second spring?

Fortunately, the idea only lasted until this midsummer night when I was fourteen and planned to reshape my dream.

About Midsummer Night, there are all beautiful words to describe, but the most tangible words are often cruel. It is said that poisonous snakes are fierce in the midsummer night. Three disciples in the Zongli have died of snake disasters because of going out at this time. I hope all disciples will take warning and cherish each.

I was young, and I always believed that I was special, and I would never repeat the mistakes of those three unlucky ones. I did not carry realgar on this trip. Now that I want to come, the three seniors who died in Shekou must also think they are special. Everyone thinks that they are special, but they are nothing special in the eyes of others, and even less special in the eyes of snakes.

It is estimated that for venomous snakes, only those with realgar are special. When we were young, we always sought to be different from others, but when we grew up, we always pursued the things in common with others. If we can reverse it, wouldn’t it be right? At least the three little lives of three brothers might be saved. Even if you become a vegetable. And as someone who also doesn’t carry realgar, it is obvious that the viper treats me equally.

A petite white-lipped bamboo leaf green took a bite on my calf, and the venom circulated throughout the body through the blood. I swayed for a while, slowly falling over, and when I was confused, I finally understood the truth stated in the first half of this paragraph. Then I recalled whether the picture of the ancient temple in the mountains, which had been painted for two days, had been mounted. After the memory, I felt that I was unlovable and could rest in peace, so I quietly closed my eyes and waited for death, and couldn’t open it again.

At that time, the faint sound of shoes rolling over fallen leaves and dead branches stopped by my side, and a pair of arms lifted me up in the sky, and the cold plum fragrance came from the tip of my nose. It can be imagined that the stars are bright, the quiet night is silent, and the mountains are full. Gu’s, that’s plum blossoms on Eryueling.

When I woke up, I felt the blood surging inside my body, gathered in my lower abdomen, and wrapped my hands on my belly, with warm pain. The place where the snake was bitten by the ankle was numb, but there was a soft object attached to it, while the knee was bent, and the calf was lifted by something like a tight leather rope. The overall feeling was so weird, I couldn’t help but open my eyes to see what was going on. As a result, he opened his eyes and turned his head, but saw a terrible scene. The environment is a cave and a stone bed. I am lying on this stone bed. Under the white moonlight, my right calf is being held tightly by a man.

His fingers are slender and white, distinguished by his posture and touch. The wound on his ankle is close to his mouth. I can only see his side from my angle, and most of this side is blocked by hair, which makes me very urge to flirt his hair. He didn’t notice that I woke up, dressed in a black shirt, sitting quietly on the side of the stone bed, with his lips pressed to my ankles, the wide and long sleeves slid down my calf that he raised up, and I could see the sleeves when I lowered my head. On the complicated pattern of the same color.

Everything around me faded away, and I couldn’t look closely at it. His dark hair swept across the back of my instep. It is conceivable that if it weren’t for such a scene, the encounter between a graceful girl and a young master Pian Pian would be like cursive calligraphy. Naturally, I thought I was frivolous, so I gave him a kick. This kick was too hard, causing a chain reaction, and an unspeakable part of the body suddenly shed blood.

I met him for the first time, kicked him, and kicked out my menarche.

He was naturally not kicked, and before my right foot suddenly exerted force, he took a step back calmly, showing his skill. And I didn’t find out how he suddenly changed from a sitting posture to a standing posture, which shows that his skill is real. I squinted at him. In the white moonlight shining through the entrance of the cave, he was tall and straight. A silver mask covered half of his face from above the bridge of his nose. Under the mask, his lips were thin, and his jaw line was beautiful.

There was a moment of silence.

He wiped off the blood stains remaining on his lips, and the corners of his lips were slightly upturned: “What a great girl, I saved you, and you will avenge you.”

But I was frightened by the massive bleeding in my body, and I couldn’t say anything to explain it. I opened my mouth and burst into tears. In the process of crying, I overuse my lower abdomen luck, causing blood to penetrate the skirt gradually from my lower body. Layer, the more stained, the more serious. The most unbearable thing is that I was wearing a white skirt that day. His eyes gradually focused on my skirt, after a long pause, he said: “Kwaishui?”

I sobbed and said, “Thank you, I am not thirsty, but I may have sepsis and will die soon.”

He continued to pay attention to my skirt for a while and coughed:

“You won’t die, you just came to Kuishui.”

I was puzzled: “What is Lai Kuishui?”

He hesitated: “Your mother should have told you this.”

I said, “Brother, I don’t have a mother, you tell me.”

It’s hard to imagine that I will get all the knowledge about Kwaishui from a strange man who I don’t know at all. But it is even more difficult to imagine what it would look like if the master and his elderly told me in person, “The so-called sunflower water refers to regular and periodic uterine bleeding…”. Even Cang Tian felt that this was too difficult for a seventy-nine-year-old old man, and had to pretend to be someone else.

He said his name is Mu Yan. Of course this will not be his real name. If a person wears a mask on his face, his name must also wear a mask, otherwise the meaning of hiding his face will be lost.

And I told him that my name is Jun Fugui, and I was purely worried that if this person is the enemy of my father who has never met before, once I learn that I am my father’s daughter, I will kill and vent my anger. There are many examples in history, which show that many princesses have been killed by their Laozi. No matter how bad they are, they will be too tired to marry and imagine a husband who is very influential.

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