laughing soul

Xu Sheng'an thought that his movements were not slow, and in the end he was doing things at Chu Yu's non-stop speed. Unexpectedly, he was a step late after all, when he dragged the carriage full of two boxes of gunpowder and ran to the small pavilion in disgrace. However, only Zhou Yong was left drinking tea slowly in the pavilion.

"Where is the pavilion master?" Xu Sheng'an wiped his sweaty face, and unceremoniously snatched the tea bowl from Zhou Yong's hand and drank it down in one gulp, "Is he in such a hurry?"

Zhou Yong's hand was suddenly empty, he grabbed it unnaturally twice, slightly lowered his eyebrows and said: "It is said that we have to go to Tianyuan Temple, the time is really tight, I will send this batch of guns there, don't worry about it."

"..." Xu Shengan raised his teacup, raised his brows and eye corners, looked at Zhou Yong for a while, then suddenly reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "Are you angry or scaring him away?"

Zhou Yong immediately shouted his grievances: "What do you mean?"

"Don't change the subject," Xu Sheng'an pulled a stone bench, and his expression became serious, "The Skylark Mountain God hasn't given us any trouble recently, and Gu Wei took good care of Kunlun Mountain for the pavilion master..." He moved and lay down on the pillow The arm under the head, wondering: "What did you tell him?"

The people in Cuiwei Pavilion have been influenced by Chu Yu for many years, and they all have a good ability to observe words and demeanor. Zhou Yong is used to being casual and unrestrained. Yes, it was the first time I met such an expert as Xu Shengan when I ate crabs, and I lost even the slightest taste of novelty, I just rolled my eyes and said: "Ask him what he wants to do in the future."

"What?" Xu Sheng'an was startled, "Is it worth it? Can't you make a plan after the Jiangnan war is settled? You can move his mind now..." After a few words, he suddenly rolled his eyes and turned to Zhou Yong moved closer, with a sneaky look: "Tell me, how did he decide?"

Zhou Yong: "...you are a villain who looks like a dog and has two appearances."

"Aren't I concerned about our Pavilion Master?" Xu Shengan was full of curiosity while watching the excitement, "What did you say?"

Zhou Yong glanced at him coldly, and snorted, "If he had considered this question before taking it seriously, he wouldn't be left speechless by my question." Pointing to the carriage parked beside him, he said in a bad tone: "This If you approve it, you don’t need to go to the uncle to deliver it in person.”

It is true that Chu Yu has never used his Jingui's brain to think about this matter. According to his best consideration a few years ago, it is natural to save one's life in the chaos of war, and help the little emperor out of the consideration of taking care of his own unlucky body. After the battle with Chu Quan was over, he returned to Kunlun peacefully, and became the owner of Cuiwei Pavilion without any worries. Seeing the people of Kunlun farming and women weaving gradually getting on the right track, he has nothing to ask for in this life.

However, that was just a thought before meeting Qiu Sheng, and it is absolutely useless now.

He really didn't bother to think about it. These days, there are ups and downs and ups and downs. After thinking about it, he didn't even have a good opportunity. Could it be that he should show his sincerity to Qiu Sheng with a bunch of knives, guns, swords and halberds?

The 50 soldiers of the Southern Day Camp listened to orders outside the account, and he and Qiu Sheng were affectionately sketching out the blueprint for the post-war future?Would you like to go to Kunlun Cuiwei Pavilion with me?

In the final analysis, Kunlun Mountain is indeed a ghostly place that is not very romantic. Regardless of the wind, frost and swords in the four seasons, it is just a piece of broken land that the birds don’t shit. The Lord himself was too lazy to run back.

So what?Ask him if he is still willing to give up the great rivers and mountains, and travel all over the world?

No, no, no, Chu Yu interrupted this disgusting illusory dream in time, and bowed to the Bodhisattva in front of the gate of Tianyuan Temple, who was eating the most abundant incense in the world.After three prostrations and nine kowtows, his mind was finally completely clear and clear. He listened to the movement in the temple, and with a flick of his finger, he took out an ugly mask that had not been used for a long time from his sleeve, smeared it on his face carelessly, and fell from the tree. He flew up from the tip, and stepped towards Jingran's eye-catching window with a few steps in the air.

There was no sound at all when it landed, Chu Yu straightened his slightly bent legs, and casually lifted the boiling teapot from the stove: "I didn't even know how to pick it up after it was boiled. Master is so lazy, it's amazing."

Jing Ran flipped through the scriptures laid flat on the table, her expression remained unchanged: "I'm sure the pavilion master is here... This lightness kung fu is really good right now, it's admirable to be able to come over from the big poplar tree outside the temple. "

"I used to be like this too?" Chu Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled, but he was not used to having an unfit old thing on his face. With such a carefree expression, the mask almost slipped off, and he fixed it in a hurry , just pitifully holding the bridge of his nose upright, not daring to move his face any more, and being forced to sit sideways like a puppet, which made him look a lot better.

After reading the last line of scriptures on this page, Shi Shiran closed the book, raised her eyes to admire Chu He's awkward sitting posture for a moment, then turned to get tea: "Take it down, no one is coming."

Chu Yu: "...You can't always..."

"Jiangnan is about to go to war, what are your plans?"

The half-true and half-false complaints were choked back, Chu Yu was startled for a moment, and then came back to his senses after a while, turning the teacup on the table as if he couldn't help but lazily said: "What else can I do? Soldiers come to cover the water and soil That's all, if we say that the war should have started long ago, that bastard Chu Quan used all kinds of tricks to tease Han Jianhua to make this thing a big deal, and when I pass by, I will kill him all..." Suddenly he sneered, his voice turned sharply, and there was a kind of coldness Killing intent: "You seek your own death..."

Jing Ran didn't respond to his sudden change of appearance, and just made tea calmly and quietly: "If the prince can help to dispatch troops, horses, food and grass in time, the Da Yue Navy and the Western soldiers should be equally divided at first. Once the opportunity is seized, The length of the battle will be greatly extended, and the distant water will not save the nearby fire. The Westerners are also facing internal and external troubles at this time. The struggle of the Holy See is chaotic, and they are bound to suffer a disastrous defeat on the Jiangnan battlefield.

After a pause, he raised his face that had become more and more lifelike in imitation of a fat pig's head over the years. It was obviously a fat face with big ears, but his voice was extremely cold: "Has the Soul Enlightenment Lamp been stolen?"

Chu Yu was stunned for a moment, and realized that he was so confused that he forgot the ability of Tianyuan Temple to know astronomy and geography, and he knew that he couldn't hide it from him: "What happened not long ago. I was really surprised. There are people patrolling at twelve o'clock in the evening, and he can open up a way to go to Dage to sneak around, and the relationship between people is deliberate..."

"I know that the opponent is you and Your Majesty, not to mention that you were able to hold on to your consciousness when the soul was in his hands, so he dare not underestimate the enemy." Jing Ran remained expressionless as always, it was like a smile carved on her face Even more so, after watching for a long time, it makes people worry that one day this person will smile hard.Slowly brewed two bowls of tea, and pushed a cup over: "In your current situation, the meaning left by the soul-enlightening lamp is actually not too great. Seventy percent self-control is enough. If you want to ensure that everything is safe on the battlefield, poor monk Even if you take this artifact, it can probably play half of the role of the lamp when it burns."

Turning around, he took out a fiery red bead that looked like blood from the small empty paper box by conjuring, held it between his fingers and exerted a little force, and when it was torn apart, golden light burst out from between his fingers, and when the beads and jade fragments were scattered, he put The palm was spread flat in front of Chu Yu, and a smaller golden bead was quietly lying on his generous palm.

Chu Yu took it carefully, looked at it for a while, but didn't see why, and was about to ask a question, but listened to Jing Ran: "The inner pill of the tomato egg is divided into two, this is one of them, and it is for you. Useful. Keeping it by your side for the past two days, this little divine bird has a deep relationship with you, and it can be used by you in just a few days. You don’t need to expend energy to support your consciousness.”

Tomato eggs?

Sure enough, the moment the golden bead touched Chu Yu's warm palm, a small piece was cut off at a speed visible to the human eye, and then it penetrated into the skin and melted into the flesh and blood as if recognizing its owner. The imperceptible radiance of the smile gradually drifted away in the bones and muscles, and finally settled down safely in the pit of the heart.

Finally, she got rid of that routine expression, and then she bent her eyebrows and showed a sincere smile: "It's really a bird, and I can recognize you."

Feeling the warmth in the meridians where the golden bead flowed, Chu Yu couldn't help clasping his palm slightly: "Where should the soul go after death?"

"The fetishes on Kunlun Mountain are naturally very different from ordinary domestic animals. In addition, it died for the sake of righteousness this time. It means that it has descended into the underworld. After all, it will be protected by the soul of Kunlun Mountain. In the next life, it may be able to cultivate its own body. A little fairy." Jing Ran smiled, and slowly buckled three or five Buddhist beads from between her fingers, "I suspected Qiu Wei before, and I almost found out for you."

Chu Yu stopped drinking tea, but after looking up for a moment, the subtle and tranced sadness in his face disappeared without a trace, and he sat upright: "It's not a simple plague at all."

"That's right," Jing Ran took a wooden box from a small table beside her, and opened the lid, only to see a thin layer of off-white powder inside the bottom of the box, "It's really a disrespectful thing to say, obviously I have been buried in the ground for peace, but I disturbed the rest for the sake of the truth, it is really a sin..."

Chu Yu understood, stretched out his hand and lit two incense sticks and said, "Excuse me."

"I ordered the best necromancer I could find nearby to do an autopsy. It should have been about seven or eight years. Fortunately, the old man's burial place happened to be a bitter cold place. The degree of physical damage was limited, and the bones of the whole body were completely preserved.. "Jing Ran took out a piece of sea pattern paper from the scripture book just now and unfolded it. It turned out to be a human portrait that couldn't be more delicately depicted, with every muscle and bone fully visible. There is an extremely rare strange thing, you see..."

Chu Yu, who was still immersed in the study of the exquisite human body picture, was patted on the head, looked at the small wooden box according to his words, and said clearly: "There are some things in the ashes that turn red when exposed to the light. That Wuzuo is not a well-informed person, and after this step, he can no longer continue. The poor monk had to look through ancient books in the library, and got a few words from a history book of monsters..."

He turned over the sea pattern paper that had occupied half of the table again, and it turned out to be a lifelike little bug: "The poison of the Southern Border Witch Gu that overwhelms the stronghold——Golden Silkworm Gu, after the death of the host, the little bug doesn't die. It will flee from the human body in a panic like other Gu insects. It will live and die with its host, and after death, it will turn into gold powder, which can have fine flashes when facing the light."

Seeing Chu Yu looking up from the corner of his eyes, Jing Ran added indifferently: "Everything is inferred, and you should not take it rashly. This is also based on what you said. The sudden death of the plague may be related to southern Xinjiang, so the poor monk will follow along." If we continue to search in this direction, there may be other solutions to the gold powder..." He slapped the wooden box on the lid, "But, no matter what, this is no longer a simple plague."

Seeing that Chu Yu was just staring at the small wooden box in a daze, he tacitly did not bother him, and only filled his empty tea bowl with hot tea at the right time.

The two people, whose temperaments are roughly similar, are all too familiar, even their silent and dazed expressions are seventy-eight percent alike.It's just that once Chu Yu's eyes are empty and he starts to go off-line, he must be thinking about some inexplicable major issues by himself, and he can't be more sensible, so he will definitely not disturb his thoughts.

However, the old man was different.

If the same expression appeared on Qiu Sheng's face, there would be no need for half a moment of hesitation, the best way would be to go up and hit the chestnut hammer on the head.

Even though he has experienced so much, he still retains a youthful heart in his bones almost stubbornly, pretending to be deaf and dumb is not the real face, laughing is real laughing, and crying is full of tears.

Jing Ran indifferently glanced at Chu Yu who was still speechless, clearly looking into that person's exquisitely contoured eyes, there was an illusion that the person in front of him was just an ethereal shell, and the self-protection when he was fully concentrated was simply outrageous.

Chu Yu, who was secretly slandered by the old bald donkey, didn't realize it. In such a short period of time, he had connected all the information in his mind together, nodded slightly, and began to deliberate on the key points. Unable to figure it out, I hurriedly returned to my senses and prepared to ask Jing Ran, who would have thought that such a sudden fixation would meet the undisguised...sympathy of the monk.

He could only think of such a word that might not be appropriate for a moment, and when the Pavilion Master was free and had nothing to do later, he thought about it later, and added the word "kindness".

That look is probably not much different from that of a normal person looking at a little homeless man on the roadside.

"You..." Chu Yu said hesitantly, "Master, it's not that I'm too poor to eat, so you don't have to look at me like that."

It wasn't until he opened his mouth to speak that Jing Ran suddenly came to his senses from his imaginings, and said dumbfounded: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding."

"..." It seems that the old man is about to fall ill again, Chu Yu shook his hands and prepared to run away, "Thank you for your hard work, master, I probably know it...Take care, Chu takes a step first."

He rolled up the seaweed paper and stuffed it into his sleeve, and quickly recalled the steps of the spell of drawing snow thousands of miles away. He was sure that everything was safe, and he lifted his long legs and was about to go back the same way by the window, but he heard a commotion behind him. Immediately afterwards, someone grabbed an inch of his sleeve: "The pavilion master is going to the coast of the south of the Yangtze River?"

Chu Yu: "That's right, Master?"

Turning around, I saw that Jing Ran was conscientiously grabbing his clothes with one hand, holding a small rosewood box firmly in the other hand, and was stretching out her forearm to hand it over: "If Xiao Jiu hasn't been buried in the ground, I will put this thing in his grave." □□Mian, if..." He seemed to be a little choked up, but he still looked like an upright and flawless monk, "Put this thing...on the altar."

Chu Yu twitched his brows fiercely: "After all, I still can't hide it from you."

He has tried his best to suppress the news of Fang Jiu's death on the battlefield, whether it is buying the way with gold and silver treasures, or collude with others to cover it up, he has done a lot of calculations, but at the time he forgot that this person is a man who knows everything. It's a whimsical idea to block it hard.

After receiving the wooden box, he felt that it was a heavy and solid object. Chu Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, and heard the monk who had regained his composure write lightly: "The mud in the abyss of heaven, that child has been wandering and tossing all his life, so it can be regarded as returning to his hometown for his soul in the soil. .”

Seemingly aware of Chu Yu's slightly surprised gaze, he added an explanation: "Xiao Jiu has tried his best to get out of this temple since he was a child. Just thinking about it a little, I hope the pavilion master will not make jokes."

It's true, Fang Jiu, who is so smart and easy on the battlefield, must be a thorn in the hands of the king of Hades after his death. If he really follows the old rules, I really don't know that this young man turned the temple upside down first. , or a group of bald donkeys who enjoyed chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha all their lives first brought him back to life.

"Where," Chu Yu held the red sandalwood box in both hands, raised his eyebrows and smiled faintly, "General Fang died for the country, and in times of peace and prosperity, we must chase him for the title of a hero...it's you, Master."

Intentionally improving the rather stiff atmosphere in front of him after being active, Chu Yu joked: "If General Fang turns his back on his hometown, don't worry about his small mistake of jumping over the wall and beating people to escape."

"How is it possible..."

Before he finished speaking, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Presumably following Chu He's words, he recalled the scene of the chickens and dogs jumping around back then, and the one-man effort to knock down all the monks who woke up in the morning. A young boy who is down-to-earth and can smile happily even in simple military uniforms.

When mentioning the word Fang Jiu, what tens of thousands of people in Da Viet can think of is that heroic posture with a red tasseled spear singled out on the battlefield.

But in the old monk's heart, he was always the troublemaker with the fat and chubby face of the baby.

He squinted his eyes that were already covered with fine lines, as if with the help of some kind of power, he saw the hazy figure of that person from a distant corner of the sky where the stars were shining brightly.

"Who doesn't understand the truth of Mount Taishan?"

With a low laugh, he slowly stretched out his wrinkled hand that looked like old tree bark, and gently placed it on the small rosewood box: "That child has ambitions everywhere, and he has the soul of a heroic fighter, and he can stand on his own in troubled times." When he shines. I am also... happy that he was so persistent back then."

Chu Yu was taken aback.

Who earnestly persuaded Fang Jiu to return to the garden to live in poetry and wine?Who ordered the eighteen arhats to guard Fang Jiu's door every day and never let him go?

"Praying for his life's safety is nothing more than a little secret selfishness of this old man..." The old monk's voice clearly carried a smile, but his eye circles, which were covered by fat and hard to find, were bright red, "The Pavilion Master is laughing."

Heroes in troubled times have left their hometowns, and their delicate skin and flesh have been attacked and damaged by wind, frost and swords before they are complete. After the bloody storm has passed through the intestines, the dirty things have already fallen to the ground. On his face, the sword has no eyes, who cares about his age?

He would rather have nothing to achieve in his career and do nothing in his life, and he would not be willing to throw his life on the field of blood, betting that his life will be famous and the country will be safe and sound.

"Where are you laughing?" Chu Yu raised his leg and leaned against the half-open window. The moonlight reflected his clearness and purity, but in his eyes was Pai Haoran's magnanimous feelings of disregarding life and death.He wrapped the wooden box in twos and twos, and just before disappearing without a trace after exercising his supreme lightness kung fu, he tilted his head slightly and said loudly: "If I die in Jiangnan, don't forget to dig some soil from Kunlun Mountain to bring it!"