Great Sui Guoshi

Old Sun turned his eyes to look at Lu Liangsheng: "Is that true?"

In the whimpering wind, Lu Liangsheng pursed his lips, met his gaze, nodded, walked sideways to the old pine on the edge of the cliff, caressed the rough tree body, and spoke gently amidst the soft rustling of leaves .

"Actually, when I got the Emperor's Seal in Guixu a long time ago, I exchanged it with Tiandao, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get the Kongtong Seal. Later, on the Conferred God Stage, I made a promise to Tiandao, so that the Conferred God can go smoothly. Now it should be It's time to cash in, and...after absorbing the demon star, I faintly feel that I am about to break through the Void Slashing Realm, this world can no longer tolerate it, and the way of heaven does not allow it to stay..."

The Taoist's eyes were red, he kicked hard, raised his head and cursed: "Oh my god!"

boom!

The original red glow suddenly turned overcast, and a bluish-white electric light flashed across the clouds, as if sending out a warning, so startled that Sun Yingxian shut his mouth immediately.

Over there, Lu Liangsheng smiled, "Look, you are always watching me."

Soon, the cloud dissipated and the sun came down again. Sun Yingxian lowered his sleeves and showed his face. He wanted to curse a few times, but finally gave up and sat down on the big rock next to him, remembering that he had scolded Lu in anger just now. Liang Sheng gave a simple apology.

"It's okay. After all these years, no one has any grievances in their hearts. I like it when you scold them."

Lu Liangsheng patted him on the shoulder and sat next to him. Two big men with inappropriate appearances just sat side by side, watching the sea of ​​clouds surge. After a while, the scholar opened his mouth first, breaking the silence.

"Do you remember when you and I stood here and said that we would resign from office and go back to seclusion, so we set up a hut here to watch the sunrise and sunset? Now that I think about it... it seems like it was yesterday."

When he said something, he talked about some homely things, rambling on.

"By the way, how is Xiaoyun? Do you need me to teach him? I think it's better to let him read more books. Of course, don't restrict yourself like me."

"Don't blame me for talking too much today. I want to tell you in the future. I don't know when, but you are also a cultivator. You must have lived a long time. Maybe one day I will sneak off to the lower world, and you still have to uphold justice and drive me away." Going back, but at that time, remember to prepare more wine, drink enough, eat enough, you don't need to rush, I will go by myself..."

Lu Liangsheng was always talking about the rambling words, and the Taoist who was sitting and listening suddenly spoke.

"Then what can come back to the human world?"

The old grandson looked at him, and Lu Liangsheng also looked at him. There was a slow fluctuation of emotion in his calm eyes, and he turned away slowly, looking at the mountains covered by Xia Yi, and fell silent for a moment, with a very low voice.

"Go up and have a look and come back. If you don't come back, you may not come back."

Sun Yingxian laughed suddenly, slapped his thighs and stood up, "Other people can become immortals, and the eight generations of ancestors who are happy have to be burned. When they come to you, it is the same as going to the execution ground."

There was thunder in the sky again, this time it was not the Dao of Heaven who was angry, it seemed that the first spring rain was about to fall, a moment later, the drizzle fell, the Taoist said with a smile: "You go to become a fairy, Anyway, I have been in this Qixia Mountain all my life, but I will be bullied in the sky, bear with it, I will work harder, maybe I can catch up!"

"You mean?" Lu Liangsheng followed and raised his fist.

The Taoist also raised his hand, clenched his fist, and touched each other lightly: "One word from the Tao, eight horses can't chase it back!"

The sound of rain was hitting the leaves in the forest. The two people on the edge of the cliff didn't speak much, and then they both laughed again. They walked down the mountain hand in hand. The stream flowed over the wooden bridge. The farmer of the family was walking on the dirt road in the field with a hoe in the rain. When he met an old couple with a donkey and a woman who came out to look for them, they smiled and greeted them a few times.

Then he stopped, looked at the old couple and the woman in a daze, touched himself suspiciously, and let out a light sigh.

"Xiaoxian, why didn't you and your parents get wet from the rain?"

Lu Xiaoxian touched her shoulder subconsciously, and there was no trace of wetness. Looking back at her gray-haired parents, Li Jinhua half-closed her eyes, and her vision was a little blurry, but her ears were still sharp, and she could hear the words of the farmer who spoke just now. human voice.

Smiling and poohing at him.

"You old bastard, don't be ashamed, you got wet so you can see..."

Suddenly, she stopped talking, and she seemed to hear the familiar sound of a bell in the pattering rain in her ears, and hurriedly gave her hand to her wife beside her, "Old Shi, did you hear the sound of the bell? It's over there The mountain is where Liang Sheng used to go, take a look!"

Lu Laoshi is still as gentle as before, but he is much older and his head is a little slow to react. Following the direction the old wife is pointing, there is a faint voice coming. He can't see clearly in the vast rain, so he calls Xiaoxian together have a look.

On the small road down the mountain, I seemed to see the figure of my husband. A handsome scholar was chatting and laughing with him, followed by an old donkey, who seemed to have seen this side too. The scholar turned his eyes and evoked a warm smile. The woman was stunned. , Rao vaguely guessed something about his brother might be back when he was at home, and when he saw a familiar figure approaching, he couldn't stop crying.

Unable to suppress his emotions, a cry of "Brother!!" broke out. He stepped on the slippery road and rushed towards the scholar in the rain curtain over there, hugging Lu Liangsheng into Lu Liangsheng's arms, like It was crying like being wronged.

It's like going back to my childhood.

"Good life..."

Li Jinhua's old tears slid down, raised her hands to grope for the air, and walked towards the blurry side, and then stretched out a hand to support her.

"Mom, the baby is back."

Lu Liangsheng put his arms around his younger sister, and also held the old woman's hand in his arms, talking softly.

In less than a moment, the returned farmer flew back to the village with a hoe on his shoulder. The news of Lu Liangsheng's return 20 years ago immediately exploded in the village.

From every household, people, big and small, rushed out of the doors. The eight old people who heard the news threw away the chairs they had brought home in excitement, and ran towards the west entrance of the village excitedly.

Chapter 8 Thirteen

The drizzle fell on the young crops in the field, and the misty water vapor slanted and slid to the ground from the top of the person. The old woman's hair was completely white, her eyes were not working well, she squinted and raised her face tremblingly. She could hear the voice of her son, slightly He touched it tremblingly.

"Liangsheng, don't move, let mother touch it."

The rough palm touched the smooth skin, and Li Jinhua's cloudy eyes glistened with tears. She couldn't hold back any longer, sobbed out suppressedly, and confirmed in a low voice: "Liangsheng?"

Lu Laoshi at the side also wiped away the wetness from the corners of his eyes, came over and hugged the couple, and said in a low voice, "It's a good student, our son is back."

The villagers who came running from behind gathered at the entrance of the village, seeing clearly, some who knew him and some who didn't, looked at the handsome young scholar, and didn't react for a long time.

"This is my Uncle Liangsheng? Younger than me..."

"That's right. Dad was so young when he got married. Now that you've got married and got together with your wife, he's still so young. Alas, I'm so envious just thinking about it."

"Father, don't talk about it, my mother heard it, and was sent to the cowshed to sleep again."

"How dare she?!"

"Hey, don't talk about your father and son. When Liangsheng is back, don't just watch, tell everyone to bring out one or two dishes at home, and put together a banquet in the dam tonight. I still have a few jars of wine. Let's drink together!"

......

Lu Liangsheng hugged his parents and younger sister, and stood in the rain for a while before the family parted. Looking at his mother's cloudy and slightly squinted eyes, "Mother, go back later, my son will treat you."

"Okay, okay." Lu Laoshi blushed happily. His son, whom he hadn't seen for many years, came back, and his wife could see things. In his heart, he was so happy that he couldn't tell. Going to the village, the villagers who gave way to the entrance of the village shouted excitedly: "Everyone, watch carefully, this is my son, Lu Liangsheng! The juniors in the village have never seen it, but now you can see it?! But you elders, go to If we run into each other later, we have to call him Uncle, or Grandpa!"

Most of the people in the village were relatives, and the younger generation looked at the scholar who came over and was younger than themselves, so they were embarrassed to shout out, but then they were slapped by the adults in the family and pulled their ears before they hurriedly shouted.

"Uncle Liangsheng."

Lu Liangsheng smiled at them, and didn't care. After all, some of these juniors had studied in private schools. Now that 20 years have passed, most of their appearances have changed. The older generation can still recognize some of them. There are eight figures in front of them, with bushy beards It is gray, and its muscles are not as knotted as an old man's. It is spread out with a smile, and its muscles are bulging.

"Liangsheng, do you still know us?"

"Why doesn't Liangsheng recognize the eight uncles?" Lu Liangsheng showed a gentle smile, raised his sleeves and shook, and respectfully bowed to the eight of them. These eight elders followed him the longest, from Qixia Mountain to Chang'an In the city, I heard Taoists say that these years, those children were the ones who did the most hard work, and this ceremony must be respected.

The village entrance chatted and laughed with everyone in the village, and when it got dark, they returned home with their parents and sisters, and put the lit oil lamps on the table. After crying for a while, Li Jinhua and Lu Xiaoxian packed up their mood and went to the kitchen to make dinner. However, the neighbors brought their own meals over, which made the family less busy.

After eating dinner under the eaves, Lu Liangsheng held the oil lamp and took his mother to sit in the room. Many villagers stayed in the courtyard, or opened the windows, holding their breath and looking at the scholar who was squatting in front of the bed. Gently kneading around the eyes of the old lady with the sharp point, ordering the Qi and blood meridians, traces of mana seeping through the cortical blood vessels, entering the eyes, and feeling the blockage of the separated consciousness, probably guessing that it is these impurities It made my mother's eyes look unclear.

At first, it was a bit unnatural, firstly, it was afraid of pain, and secondly, it felt that there were many people staring outside, grasping the quilt nervously, and pinching the corner of Lu Liangsheng's sleeve with the other hand, and within a moment, gently kneaded it under his son's fingertips. , feeling the warmth in the depths of the word sockets, a hot flow is circling, I don’t know if it’s the return of her son, whom I haven’t seen in 20 years, or the warm current, which makes her feel soothed and relaxed, holding the hand at the corner of her sleeve, slowly He hung down the bed, and softly grasped it, and there was a slight snoring sound.

Lu Liangsheng withdrew his hand, got up and pulled the quilt to gently cover his mother, touched his wrinkled face, and then exited the room, talking to the villagers who were still waiting outside. It was not until late at night that the villagers moved out. The stools in his house gradually dispersed, Sun Yingxian sent his wife back to the room first, and took Xiaoyun to sit under the cypress tree, watching Lu Liangsheng, who was holding a branch as thick as his arm, shaved it one by one, revealing the silhouette of a man.

Can't help but ask: "When are you leaving?"

Lu Liangsheng didn't speak, but just raised his head, glanced at the room over there where the oil lamp was still on, and continued to sharpen the wooden stick, while Sun Xiaoyun wanted to speak, but the old Sun pulled down his sleeve, motioning him not to talk too much, okay After a while, the conversation turned elsewhere.

"In the future, when you become a fairy, how will the old toad and Hong Lian handle themselves? Will they go with you? If possible, why not bring your parents with you."

Lu Liangsheng shook his head, stopped his small sword, and blew away the debris on the wooden stick. A wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "When I came back, I thought about it a long time ago. Master still has Hong Lian, and even the old donkey, who can be sent to me. Mountains and seas are boundless, but people cannot enter it."

The small sword that had stopped continued to be carved. Lu Liangsheng smiled slightly and continued to speak.

"Okay, old grandson, don't talk about this anymore. From now on, you can take care of me at home...Maybe I will come back after a hundred years?"

"It's useless to talk about this again." The Taoist raised his hand, but he also liked this trick the most, and let things go casually, but he was still a little worried, looked around, and lowered his voice: " Now that you're gone, what about the fox on Xiaoquan Mountain? Over the years, she has become more and more powerful, and if she becomes a monster in the future, she may not be able to deal with it."

"No, Yanzhi is very smart, she won't mess around, Mingyue worships me as her husband, the Qixia Mountain area is naturally surnamed Lu, how can she mess around, even if I go to the sky in the future, she won't even dare. "

Sun Xiaoyun looked left and right, wondering what his father and uncle were talking about, he was confused, and only knew about the vixen on Xiaoquan Mountain. It seemed that his uncle really raised him there, but he had a son?

...Could it be?When the young man rubbed his chin thoughtfully, he was hit on the cheek by the splintered sawdust, and he happened to meet the eyes of Lu Liangsheng on the opposite side, as if he had seen through his inner thoughts, he quickly lowered his head in horror.

The wooden stick cut off by the little sword gradually took on the appearance of a human or a donkey, and became clearer and clearer. Lu Liangsheng blew it, cut off the excess, kept the base, played with it in his hand, and said casually .

"Actually, it's not just Yanzhi. The old hen at home, you can take care of it from now on. I can't take care of it. I'll let Yanzhi take care of it. The newly formed demon is easy to mess around and doesn't know the etiquette in the world."

The two chatted word by word until midnight, the spring rain was still falling, and when the cock crowed in the backyard, Lu Liangsheng looked at the wood carving in his hand, got up slowly, walked to the opposite room, pushed the door open, and his father and His mother was sleeping soundly, he put the wooden carving on the table in front of the window, walked to the bed, lifted his robe, and knelt down abruptly.

"Father and mother, the child is gone, and in the future...may not come back. It is my greatest honor to be the child of the second elder in this life."

thump.

He knocked one head off, raised his head, and knocked down again. After three beeps, Lu Liangsheng got up from the ground, pressed the quilt corners for the old couple, turned and went out, looking at the couch through the slowly closed door. Go to the old man who is sleeping peacefully until the door is closed, and go to the old donkey to take the rein.

"elder brother....."

On the fence on the second floor, Lu Xiaoxian stood there, tears soaked into some wrinkles, and slid down the corners of her eyes. Lu Liangsheng looked at her, forced a smile, and his voice trembled.

"You take good care of your parents at home. If you know that you are not filial in heaven, be careful that I will beat you down!"

As he spoke, he turned his face away, stopped looking at his sister who covered her mouth and cried, and whispered to the Taoist next to her, "Take good care of her."

After saying that, he took the rein and walked out of the courtyard, and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye. Lu Xiaoxian upstairs came back to his senses, stumbled downstairs, ran out of the yard and chased him, looking at the empty dam, heartbroken Lung cry out.

"elder brother!!"

The sound spread far away, and Lu Liangsheng, who walked on the road outside the village, gritted his teeth, went to Qixia Temple without looking back, took out Hong Lian's bones from the statue, and put them in "Mountain and Sea Boundless". When he came out, he saw the village over there Many torch lights came out of the village, and he could vaguely hear his name being called. Some sentimentality welled up in his heart, and his nose and throat felt sore. He let go of the reins, and turned to that side, raised his wide sleeves, and bowed. go down.

I also bowed to Qixia Mountain, which winds around in all directions, and I may not see it in the future.

Hong Lian, who was beside him, followed him, bowed shortly, and when the young master had calmed down, she asked, "Young master, where shall we go from now on?"

"Hangzhou, cloth the last Myriad Souls Eye."

Lu Liangsheng gritted his teeth and looked away, took Hong Lian's hand, and greeted the grass-chewing old donkey to leave. He also saw the rouge waiting for a gift on the side of the road, nodded to her, and walked slowly to the end of the official road, dawn To the east of the city, the slightly whitish clouds drift away, and the golden morning sun pushes the edge of Qingming, illuminating the men and women holding hands, leading the old donkey, and the yawning toad on the bookshelf, gradually receding into the magnificent light.

......

The sun shone into the fenced yard, and fell on the bedside through the window lattice. In the warm ocean, the old woman opened her eyes, and the dust on the roof became clear in her eyes. After she finished dressing, she put on some worn-out shoes , seeing the puppets on the table; there was a smile on her face, just like the sturdy woman back then, pulling her husband's ears out of the bed, cursing and going to the kitchen to cook food.

Then, he went to the eaves and yelled outside: "Dinner is ready!"

The sunlight shining through the window sills, dust flying, fell to the wooden carving on the table, it was a young man in a fluttering robe holding a scroll, leading an old donkey, on the donkey's back there was a young girl sitting sideways and kicking embroidered shoes, a Toad sat on the edge of the bookshelf, stretching his waist...

Chapter 8 West Lake March Day

The sun shines on the flowing river, and in the shimmering light, water birds stand on the reeds, and the tinkling copper bells come, flapping their wings and flying across the water to the opposite side.

The old donkey with a swaying mane walked leisurely with the bookshelves on its back, and the scholar in the green shirt held the scroll behind him, and as he walked forward, Hong Lian, who was humming a tune, stepped forward and took his arm lightly, talking about Suzhou and Hangzhou heard in other people's ears.

"My lord, where are you really going? Where is the last formation in Hangzhou?"

"I don't know the specifics. It's probably near the West Lake. I won't know until I go there."

"West Lake, it seems beautiful over there, especially at this time of year."

"Has Hong Lian been there before?"

"No...it was when I sang songs before, I heard people talk about the beautiful scenery of the West Lake, and I wanted to sing a corner, so the class master ordered us to go to Hangzhou to sing..."

In the sky, the cheerful woman who was bouncing and bouncing at first lost her expression, and stopped talking later, Lu Liangsheng scratched her nose, and her voice was soft.

"It's not too late now, but I'm still here, and Master will accompany you to visit the beautiful scenery of West Lake."

Yaer~~~

Not far away, the old donkey who lowered his head and gnawed grass raised his head and neighed twice to remind Lu Liangsheng that he still had it. The scholar smiled and added: "Yes, there is still the old donkey!"

puff!

Nie Honglian looked at the young master, and the old donkey with two long ears grinding his mouth and smiled. The haze just now dissipated, and dimples appeared on his cheeks. He didn't know whether he was staring at the scholar or at that Bian Laolu, but now, seeing Lu Liangsheng being able to talk and laugh like this, she finally let go of the faint worries in her heart.

Amidst the tinkling of copper bells, a small door was opened on the bookshelf swinging on the donkey’s back. Taoist Toad clicked on the cigarette holder silently, exhaled smoke after bursts of smoke, looked at the men and women talking and laughing by the roadside, and remembered the night when the apprentice and the little Taoist What he said under the tree, some thoughts appeared in Toad's eyes.

...Becoming a fairy with Liang Sheng...Something is wrong.

Is this old man the kind of person who clings...a demon?

Hmm... There seems to be nothing to eat in the sky... There are so many rules, why can't you roast a crane every day and catch a fish in the fairyland?

There is no artificial seasoning, and the old man can't make it delicious......

Tangled~~

Looking at the scenery of the river, Taoist Toad sighed sadly. Soon, he tied up the rope and crossed the river with the old donkey. He continued along the official road to the north. At noon on this day, the road between the roads became more and more obvious. Busy, business travelers come and go, and the teahouses with flags flying along the roadside are also overcrowded. Most of the vendors who come to Hangzhou to do business rest again and ask others about the market of the city.

Towards March, the temperature in the south has obviously warmed up. The breeze blew across the green willows beside the road. Lu Liangsheng led the old donkey to sit on the bluestone under the tree, took the water bag from Hong Lian, took a sip, and listened to the tea nearby Passengers who come and go chat everywhere, and occasionally there will be an anecdote or two.

"Have you heard that Jingci Temple wants to promote Buddhism and open an altar to preach scriptures?"