The Demon Road of the Republic of China

Hearing the voice in front of him, the young and handsome Taoist priest shook his hand.

A few copper coins fell suddenly.

There seemed to be an unspeakable astonishment of sadness and joy on his face, which was quickly suppressed.Then he followed the sound and raised his head slightly.

The young Taoist priest's shoulders are like a knife, and his back is like a bamboo pine. Even if he is just sitting on a piece of dusty and rough linen, he still has the meaning of being upright and upright. It is very different from the chaotic downtown around him, but he blends in without rejection , naturally.

It was noon.

The diffused blazing sunlight is dazzling, falling scatteredly on the side face of the Taoist priest and the corners of his indifferent lips.

His voice was neither high nor low, cold and calm: "Then grab it."

The young man in Xuanyi was stunned for a moment before realizing the meaning of this sentence.

If the calculation is not accurate, this young master will snatch you back to be your wife!

Then grab it.

Being used to being domineering and domineering, Young Master Rong didn't think about it, the first time he learned how to moleste someone without a teacher, he met someone who had a different way of doing things, and he dared to turn around and provoke him.

He stared at the Taoist priest's thin lips for a long time, then tilted his head to cover his red ears, flicked his whip angrily, and cursed: "Disappointment."

After finishing speaking, Rong Fei turned around and left.

The young Taoist didn't seem to hear, slowly picked up the copper coins on the stall one by one, and put them into his bag.

After a few breaths, the young man's voice sounded above his head again, "The words...you agreed, even if you go back on your word, I will never let you go, remember clearly!"

Then the wrist tightened.

The red-faced young man grabbed the end of the long whip, grabbed the Taoist priest's arm and tied it tightly, rolled up the things on the fortune-telling booth, and pushed the blind Taoist priest away from the bustling crowd.

The expression was ferocious and impatient, but the body was protecting the person behind him who was half a head taller than him without any trace.

"Daoist, aren't you a monk? How can you be my daughter-in-law? Are you trying to deceive me?"

"Hey, I'm really the King of the Mountain on Evergreen Mountain. You went back with me. You are the real Mrs. Yazhai. You will sleep with me under the quilt tonight... Daoist Priest, will you?"

"My name is Rong Fei, the talented Fei, what's your name?"

One after the other, they turned into walking side by side at some point, Rong Fei bullied the people around him to be blind, so she let her gaze unscrupulously ravage his face, squinting her peach blossom eyes, joking.

"Gu Jinghan." The cold voice of the young Taoist interrupted him suddenly.

Rong Fei was stunned, feeling that these three words were so familiar that they pierced into his heart like needles, and it hurt him a lot.But if you think about it carefully, this is the first time he has heard this name.

Gu Jinghan suddenly raised his hand.

Rong Fei tightened his grip on the whip, gritted his teeth and was about to move, but saw Gu Jinghan touched the whip wrapped around his arm, and said flatly: "It's loose."

Then with a movement of his slender fingers, he tied the whip that restrained him a bit stronger.

Perhaps it was the first time that he was so active in being robbed, Rong Fei rolled his eyes, and laughed, the youthful fresh breath stopped in front of Gu Jinghan: "Brother Han, I really like you a little bit."

The afternoon sun is diffuse.

In this way, the young man in Xuanyi took the young Taoist priest out of the city, walked unhurriedly all the way, got off the narrow path from the official road, and finally passed a village in the face of the rising smoke at dusk.

It was the end of a day of farming, and when they returned home, the farmers and village women in the fields greeted the boy one after another, stuffing small baskets of wild vegetables and eggs into the boy's arms, and interspersed with jackets and cloth shoes.

"Aunt Li, it's really unnecessary. I still have clothes to wear. You can save yourself making clothes for Daniel. Isn't Daniel looking for a wife these days?"

Rong Fei turned his back like a snail, and frantically pushed back.

"A group of old men in the cottage, what do you know? Look at how short your clothes are. Auntie gave them to you. Just take them!" The peasant woman stuffed him with a pair of cloth shoes and chattered, "Look at the clothes on your mountain. There is a newcomer again, this little thing is not enough..."

Rong Fei dragged Gu Jinghan and ran away.

It was already dark when the two escaped from the villagers. When they went up the mountain and entered the cottage, it was already pitch black, with the stars and the moon hanging high.

The gate of the cottage was open, and a group of old, weak, sick and disabled greeted them, unloaded Rong Fei's clothes, and dragged the two of them to eat without any explanation.

A group of children rubbed against Gu Jinghan's legs like Xiao Douding, and distributed the saved jelly beans and broken cakes to him.

"Big brother, you also suffered a lot at the foot of the mountain, right?"

The child stood on tiptoe, stretched out his hand and patted Gu Jinghan's shoulder, "It's all right, once we get to the village, we don't have to suffer, Young Master Rong is good to us!"

Gu Jinghan took a jelly bean and remained silent.

As if he really came to be the wife of Rong Xiaobawang, Gu Jinghan stayed in this village and did not go down the mountain.

There are almost no young and middle-aged people in the cottage, and children and old people like doing work and talking most. Within a few days, Gu Jinghan heard Rong Fei's family background clearly.

Young master Rong was indeed a young master a few years ago, after a famous general.But later, the ancestors were wronged, died in battle, the family was ruined, relatives and friends were scattered, and the young master was lonely and helpless. After wandering for a long time, he finally gritted his teeth, picked up his whip and went up the mountain to become a bandit.

This bandit's name does not live up to its reality.

Not only did he help drive away other bandits from the villages and towns under Changqing Mountain, he was also responsible for catching thieves and dogs all year round, and helping villagers harvest wheat and thresh during busy farming seasons.

Young Master Rong also likes to pick up people. Beggars, widowed and elderly people, and those with disabilities who have no one to take care of them will be taken to the cottage by him to do some small work of weaving bamboo baskets and tying straw sandals.He also opened a piece of wasteland, planted some sparse wheat and vegetables, and occasionally went to the mountains to hunt. When he came back, he would carry a few bamboo baskets and straw sandals and sell them in the city in exchange for food and drink for a group of cottagers.

Therefore, when the people in the cottage saw Gu Jinghan going up the mountain, they didn't ask any more questions.Blind in both eyes, he is also an out-and-out cripple.

But this disability, even though it is disabled, is not useless.

Even if he couldn't see it, Gu Jinghan could still write without trembling.

When he wrote a three-character classic silently, and every word was perfect, he became a hot figure in the whole village.

Rong Fei took a group of little beans and built a shed for them as a school.

Every morning, there is the sound of reading aloud from the cottage, accompanied by birdsong in the forest, like a fresh and clear movement.

The children who shook their heads and recited their books were clever, and occasionally stretched their heads to look out the window. They could always see the person who was supposed to be boxing and practicing martial arts in the front yard, leaning against the window and staring at the eyes in the room. Mr. Blind, with a pair of peach blossom eyes when he smiled.

If the husband just turns to the window, the people outside will disappear in the blink of an eye just like a cat whose tail has been trampled on.

"Sir! Young Master Rong is stealing a teacher outside again! He is a big slob, he didn't study hard before, but now he is here to steal a teacher, is he ashamed!"

The children chattered, but Gu Jinghan couldn't see it, or rather, Rong Fei hadn't appeared in front of him for a long time since he stayed in the cottage.

Mrs. Yazhai, or others, are obvious jokes.

Autumn is coming and winter is coming, and it is the Chinese New Year in the cottage.

Many villagers went up the mountain, bonfires were lit, and the whole village was full of laughter and a prosperous atmosphere.

In such an atmosphere, Gu Jinghan blocked Rong Fei who was avoiding him.

"You said you were leaving?"

Rong Fei could hardly hold back his voice, he suppressed his rapid panting back into his throat, leaned his back against the wall, raised his head slightly, gritted his teeth and looked at the person in front of him, "You...you can't see, you are alone outside How dangerous... what's wrong with the village? They... all regard you as a relative..."

Across the wall, laughter from outside leaped over, and the distant firelight shone with indistinct light and shadow, filling the dark corners of the small courtyard.

Listening to Rong Fei's helpless breathing, Gu Jinghan said, "I have something to do."

Rong Fei's breath paused, and he slowly rose and fell again, with a hoarse voice: "I saved up money to find a doctor for you to have your eyes checked, at least... wait until you're done before leaving. You can't even see day and night." , are you not aggrieved?"

He laughed as he spoke.

"And I want you to take a look at me," Rong Fei said, "It's not that I'm bragging, I'm good-looking. If you look at it, you might fall in love with it...so much that you're willing to break the precept for me and return to vulgarity." Yes, I broke my sleeve..."

Gu Jinghan suddenly raised his hand and pressed it on Rong Fei's forehead.

The voice stopped abruptly, Rong Fei was startled, and saw the Taoist priest who was blindfolded in white satin caress his eyebrows and eyes with his fingers.

The warm and slightly cool touch, sliding over the eyebrows, brushing over the eyes, fingertips gently dropped from the bridge of the nose, the chin was lifted, the pulp of the thumb rested on the lips, paused, and suddenly rubbed heavily.

The tiger teeth scratched his lips, and Rong Fei took a deep breath: "Hiss...you..."

"Saw."

Gu Jinghan's faint voice sounded, he withdrew his hand and said, "It's beautiful."

Rong Fei's heart was beating like a drum, and he grabbed Gu Jinghan's arm. Gu Jinghan didn't move, and said, "My eyes can't be cured. It's God's punishment to spy on the secrets of heaven, so you don't have to worry about it anymore."

"Stay for another six months..."

Rong Fei let go of his hand, "Last year you went up the mountain in October, this year you have to wait until October, so don't make things difficult for me with this request."

"Okay." Gu Jinghan was silent for a moment, agreed, and turned around to leave, but was held back by Rong Fei.

The white satin over his eyes was untied, Rong Fei raised his hand, pulled out a moon-white ribbon with embroidered patterns, and tied it again for Gu Jinghan, "Tie a piece of white cloth, it looks like a funeral, it's ugly. I'll give you a new ribbon." Yes, it's a birthday gift, soak it with herbs, it's good for your eyes..."

He looked at the man's downcast and closed eyes, his handsome eyebrows, and he tied the ribbon with his fingers reluctantly, slowly lowered it, and smiled.

"...that's what looks good."

The cold dissipated, the ice melted and the snow melted.

When the spring breeze blew, Mr. Taoist in the village got a new ribbon exuding a faint medicinal fragrance, and Young Master Rong in the village moved a small bench regardless of his face, and squeezed it with a pile of radish heads that were only waist-high. Together, listen to Mr. Lecture.

When the weather got hot, Young Master Rong went to the melon field to pick up watermelons and came back, soaking them in the well water. He would dig out the most central piece and send it to Mr. Wang's desk.

The unlucky Young Master Rong also spent a long time making a mosquito net. Every night before going to bed, he would stare and beat Gu Jinghan's mosquitoes in the room before he retired.

Blindly, clumsily and caringly showing favor.

"September [-]th is my birthday. I want to spend it with you. After I pass, I will let you go down the mountain."

When the heat was about to end, Gu Jinghan was pestered by the drunk Rong Fei for half the night.

He stuffed the person back into the quilt, and pressed his fingers on the acupuncture points on the person's head until a slight snore sounded.

The thousand-year-old mahogany heart is a treasure that can't be found.

Gu Jinghan didn't care, but he cut it into two pieces, the bigger one, made a mahogany sword, and the smaller one, he carved a wooden sign.

After the wooden plaque was carved, he cut open his wrist and put half a bowl of blood on it, nourishing it with blood until the aura of Mahogany Heart was locked.

Then he covered the wooden sign with a layer of white wood, and wrote a line of words with a talisman pen.

September [-]th, Fei's birthday, gifted by Han.

After doing all this, Rong Fei's birthday will also arrive.

Gu Jinghan went down the mountain early in the morning and returned in the evening, bringing back a fine horse.

Rong Fei was born as a general, how could he not like good horses?It's just that now that you are so poor that you can't even afford a donkey, why do you expect a big horse?It's just that Gu Jinghan brought him a horse unexpectedly.

"What a beautiful horse, where did you get it?"

Gu Jinghan could hear the joy in Rong Fei's voice.

"Fortune-telling."

Rong Fei raised his eyebrows, didn't say much, instead he got on the horse and stretched out his hand to Gu Jinghan: "Go out for a walk?"

Gu Jinghan didn't refuse, grabbed his hand and used his strength, turned over and landed behind Rong Fei, reined in the reins, and pinched the horse's belly.

"Where are you riding? I'll come!" Rong Fei snatched the reins.

The horse galloped, the voices of people gradually faded away, and the howling wind passed by the ears, hunting.

I don't know how long it ran, but the speed of the horse became slower and slower, and finally stopped.

Gu Jinghan felt a little surprised, touched the rein, and was about to speak, but suddenly a strange fragrance came to his face, his mind sank, and he suddenly lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, his hands and feet were tied tightly, his Taoist robes were scattered, and a warm body covered him.

"you're awake……"

The person sitting on him laughed hoarsely, "It's just this one night, don't blame me, can't I sleep for you for nothing? Hold back your dislike, don't look like I'm so cheap..."

Sweat rolled down Gu Jinghan's forehead, and his voice was hoarse: "I don't like you."

As soon as the movement stopped, Rong Fei's lips slammed against her arrogantly: "What fart! It's enough that I like you..."

Barren mountains and ridges, no stars and no moon.

The peculiar fragrance mixed with the strange sound diffused among the grass.

After a long time, a slender hand struggled lightly, easily escaped from the rope, and reached over to pick up the messy clothes.

Gu Jinghan walked through the cottage quietly and sent Rong Fei back to the room.

He hung the wooden sign on Rong Fei's belt, and sat by the bed for a while, staring at the young man's bright and sharp eyes in the thin yellow candlelight.

At the end, she gently kissed the wet red corners of those peach blossom eyes.

"You're right," Gu Jinghan smiled, "This is life."

He went down the mountain overnight and stayed in an inn at the foot of the mountain.

Sitting in front of the wooden table in the inn, Gu Jinghan took out his copper coin again after a year and threw it on the table.

The sound of bones is exactly the same as the day when I first met Rong Fei a year ago.

"plague……"

The moment the two words came out, blood flowed over the corners of Gu Jinghan's lips, dripping down.

If such secrets are released, it will consume many years of life, and once the exit is leaked, there will be ten deaths and no life, maybe even a piece of soul residue may not be left behind.

Gu Jinghan put away the copper coins and sat cross-legged in the inn.

Gu Jinghan, who was watching the dream, stood in front of himself in Taoist robes, watching all this, frowning slightly, feeling a little confused.

He didn't know what this self who might be from the previous life was doing, why did it seem... didn't he just meet Rong Fei?And this hexagram... made him feel ominous even through the dream.

His question didn't take long to think about before he got the answer.

On the fourth day of Gu Jinghan's stay at the inn, Rong Fei still couldn't find anyone like a headless chicken, but a young man with the same appearance as Yan Ziqi came to the door.

When he saw Gu Jinghan, his face was full of anger: "Gu Tianshi, do you know what you are doing?! The things sealed in his body are about to come out! The world will be chaotic, and how many innocent people will die tragically... How dare you still Soft-hearted!"

Gu Jinghan's lips overflowed with blood: "He is an innocent person."

Yan Ziqi's body froze, he smiled dejectedly, and said awkwardly: "He is innocent, but who is not innocent? We can't fall short... Gu Tianshi, your heart has been pulled out, your eyes have been gouged out, how can you... ...will you still be moved by this mortal?"

"Stop delusional..."

The author has something to say: I almost forgot to set the time for publishing the manuscript qwq