After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

Lin Mao couldn't remember what happened afterwards.

After leaving the carriage, he fell seriously ill.

It's just that this time the illness is not in the body, but in the soul.

His memory has become blurred and confused, and time is no longer a river flowing forward for him, but a chaotic storm.

The present and the past, the real and the unreal are intertwined, turning Lin Mao's thinking into a mess.

Lin Mao began to fall into dreams frequently—not the kind of dream he had when he fell into a deep sleep, but the sudden sinking into the long past in reality.

In that dream, he was not the cowardly and incompetent Lin Mao, but Jiang Yingxue, whose heart was as cold as iron and who bore the blood, tears and sins of countless people.And it was not the taciturn Chang Xiaoqing who was waiting by his side, but the calmer and more persistent Xiao Yao.

In the dream, Xiao Yao and Jiang Yingxue did not abide by the friendship between gentlemen as Lin Mao expected...

Between the two of them, they are indeed a pair of real gods and immortals, just as Mr. Tong said.

Although Xiao Yao's face is exactly the same as Chang Qing's and even Chang Xiaoqing's, her thoughtful and thoughtful methods are by no means comparable to Qing's father and son.His temperament and martial arts are indeed unparalleled in the world - he has the unrivaled spirit of a hero, but in front of Jiang Yingxue, he will inadvertently reveal the sinus of a young boy's first love; It can be called a soft compassionate feeling; he has an invincible and profound martial arts, but he can also cook soup with his sleeves rolled up...

Jiang Yingxue didn't know what happened afterwards, but Lin Mao did.

If those love affairs really had a happy ending of growing old together, how could there be Lin Mao who is suffering from hallucinations now?

Fortunately, day by day, from not knowing where he was at the beginning to drowsy afterwards, Lin Mao finally got better.

This serious mental illness made Lin Mao spend all the difficult days of traveling in chaos, and when he finally woke up enough to deal with the things in front of him, Jiancheng was not far away.

"Master, are you okay?"

Chang Xiaoqing held a bowl of thick black concoction, opened the curtain of the carriage and walked in.

Lin Mao frowned, and immediately after smelling the familiar bitter taste, he could tell that there were dozens of medicines for calming the nerves and invigorating Qi in the medicinal soup—expensive is very expensive, but if you really want to say, what is the use for him? , only God knows.

And now, instead of taking medicine, Lin Mao always felt that letting Chang Xiaoqing stay away from him for a while might be better for his illness.

He didn't tell Chang Xiaoqing that the ancient Mr. Qianji, and the later Xiaoyaozi and even Chang Qing all looked exactly like him.

In fact, he hadn't reacted to the shock at that time, and now he had a serious illness and could only rest in the carriage. This free time was naturally enough for Lin Mao to figure out some things.

Chang Xiaoqing is a pupa body...

And I'm afraid that he is one of the back roads prepared by Senior Brother Chang.

It is because of this that it is possible for Chang Xiaoqing to be so similar to Senior Brother Chang.

So from this point forward, Senior Brother Chang is probably also the pupa body that Master Xiaoyaozi prepared for him?

And whether the old man Qianji also...

With such an inference, Lin Mao only dared to think about it roughly but did not dare to go deeper.He was afraid that he really couldn't help but go crazy.

In fact, according to folk sayings, it is not unprecedented for father and son to be very similar before.

After suddenly waking up from that long dream, Lin Mao said to himself in his heart.

One must know that Lin Sheng and Jiang Yingxue are actually the same person.

Young Master Qianji, Master Xiaoyaozi, and Senior Brother Chang Ruo are all just another pupa body created by one person...

How could there be such absurd things in this world.

Lin Mao suddenly closed his mind, forcing himself not to think about anything and not to ask anything when facing Chang Xiaoqing.

……

Therefore, when facing Chang Xiaoqing's concerns, no matter how weird he felt, Lin Mao always put on the calm appearance he should have.

"Of course it's better than yesterday."

Lin Mao replied lazily.

But he didn't realize that after he woke up, Jiang Yingxue's shadow was faintly carried in his words and deeds.

Chang Xiaoqing didn't know that her master once had such a difficult battle between heaven and man.It's just that when he heard Lin Mao's lazy voice, he couldn't help looking down at the medicine bowl in his hand - there was a ripple on the surface of the black soup medicine, just like the lake of his heart at this time.

It has to be said that the original master who was as incomprehensible as wood was enough to attract his mind, but the current Lin Mao made Chang Xiaoqing a little overwhelmed.

"That proves that these decoctions still have some effect."

Chang Xiaoqing said dryly, knowing it was impossible, but still couldn't help but outline Lin Mao's whole body with scorching eyes.Lin Mao was tightly wrapped in a thick silk padded jacket, and the rabbit plush collar made his face fair and tender, which could be broken by blowing bombs.

It's just that he was still ill after all, and his face seemed to be a little smaller than usual, which made him look weaker and weaker.

After Lin Mao finally woke up, he was extremely fortunate to find that Chang Xiaoqing did not take the life of Young Master Tong impulsively.However, the suspicious thing is that now the treatment of the three of them is almost comparable to that of the troupe master. Not only do they no longer need to suffer on the bumpy luggage cart, but they also have countless exquisite food and clothing for Lin Mao to enjoy every day. .

As for the Tong Gongzi himself, when he saw Lin Mao, his face turned pale and he hid far away tremblingly.

Lin Mao: "..."

He had just recovered from a serious illness, and he really didn't want to explore what Chang Xiaoqing did when he was in a trance.

In the carriage, Lin Mao took the decoction and drank it all in one gulp. Then he opened the window and took a look outside. The majestic city wall of Jiancheng was already faintly visible.

"Probably we'll be in town before dark."

He calculated the distance and speed in his mind, and then spoke.

Chang Xiaoqing stretched out her hand, pressed Lin Mao's fingertips, and put down the car curtain.

"Master, be careful not to catch a cold."

Chang Xiaoqing said.

Lin Mao still seemed a little careless: "Why are you so delicate again? You see, Jiaruo is doing well every day outside to blow the wind, isn't it?"

It turned out that when Lin Mao was in a bad situation, Jia Ruo got better little by little.

It's just that even if the body is almost restored, Jiaruo still seems out of tune with ordinary people.

He became more silent, more weird, and more gloomy.

It was for this reason (plus that little dark thought) that after the monk who didn't know whether to call it a person or a flower was fully awake, he was driven by Chang Xiaoqing to sit cross-legged outside the carriage where Lin Mao was— —It’s also good for Lin Mao to cover some mad bees and butterflies.

"What's matter?"

As soon as Jia Ruo was mentioned, the curtain of the car door swayed slightly, and a snow-white bald head suddenly appeared.

Lin Mao quickly shook his head with a wry smile, Jia Ruo gave Chang Xiaoqing a cold look, and then slowly retracted his body.

Chang Xiaoqing pretended not to notice Jia Ruo's hostility towards him, and still put all her thoughts on Lin Mao.

"I still didn't take good care of you, Master, and made you suffer so much."

Lin Mao frowned, but did not respond to this sentence.

"That's not so, to be honest, compared to the previous state when I was old and frail, and lingering on the sick bed, this time I was just having some dreams, and I couldn't say that I was suffering. And at least we are now Knowing one thing, Jiang Yingxue and Master are probably really..."

Lin Mao frowned, and spoke softly to Chang Xiaoqing slowly.

"What is it?"

Chang Xiaoqing stood beside Lin Mao, staring at her master for a moment.

After Lin Mao finally woke up, the man who was as ghastly as a Shura turned into a kind and amiable man in an instant, and his eyes seemed to be glued to Lin Mao's body, and he never moved away for a moment.

"It's a so-called fairy couple."

Lin Mao thought for a while before applying that word to Jiang Yingxue and Xiaoyaozi.

It still feels weird and subtle, however.

The Xiao Yao in the dream is really different from the master he knows. When he was seriously ill, he was half asleep and half awake when he was immersed in Jiang Yingxue's emotions. Now, once he wakes up, the conflict between the past and the memory becomes very obvious. .

In short, in Lin Mao's memory, no matter how loving Master is, he is by no means the true hero in his memory.

What happened between Jiang Yingxue and Xiao Yao in the end?

Lin Mao thought about it again, but he was sick and weak, and once his brain power was used too much, he would feel dizzy, so he could only temporarily put this doubt aside.

What's more, during the time he was thinking hard, Mr. Tong had already brought his mighty theater troupe into Jiancheng.

Just as Chang Xiaoqing and Lin Mao imagined before, on both sides of the gate of the city, there are indeed some obvious eyeliners stalking——

The "porter" who is resting in a foot shop, but the sleeves and skirts are white; the flower girl who says she is selling flowers, but the flowers in the basket are placed there in a big way, not even covered by a wet cloth; her eyes are rolling around, A "hawker" who speaks incoherently, and even haggles the price very readily...

These people thought they were covering it up very well, but Chang Xiaoqing only glanced past them, and already had some calculations in his heart.

And as for Chang Xiaoqing's previous plan, this time it really did not come to fruition.

As the eldest son of Yuhuamen, Mr. Tong, even if he has fallen out with his family, the power in this family should take care of him.The guard at the gate of the city just took a rough look at the mighty carriage and cage, and without confiscating the money bags, they put Tong Gongzi and his party into Jiancheng with a smile.

As for the spies who had been exposed to Chang Xiaoqing's side before, after seeing that the troupe owner turned out to be Tong Gongzi, they also quickly lost interest in this group of people.

As soon as he entered Jiancheng, Young Master Tong, who had avoided Lin Mao and Chang Xiaoqing before, timidly moved into the carriage with a white face covered in cold sweat.

"Chang, Chang, Chang Shaoxia..."

With his head down, he stammered and said: "Look, the construction of the city has arrived, and the city gate has also entered. My theater troupe has a lot of people, so don't delay your schedule."

The words are euphemistic, but the meaning of driving people away is obvious.

It's just that the trembling appearance of the man who wanted to drive him away was almost pitiful in Lin Mao's eyes.

Lin Mao heard that the unlucky young man was stuttering, so he couldn't help but look at Chang Xiaoqing again.

【What did you do? 】

Lin Mao couldn't hide his doubts.

Chang Xiaoqing narrowed his eyes and smiled at Lin Mao through Tong Gongzi's huge body, but did not answer.

The young man found that the two people in the carriage did not answer, his face was wrinkled, and he was about to cry.

"If the hero is not satisfied, I still have a golden thousand—"

"Shh-"

Chang Xiaoqing was originally listening to Tong Gongzi begging for mercy with a playful attitude, but suddenly his face became serious, and he stretched out his hand to stop the man from speaking.

At the same time, there was a loud commotion outside the carriage.

"Bai Ruolin, I'm fucking your grandma! Are you not afraid of being struck by lightning?!"

Amidst the mixed sound of horses neighing, knives and guns fighting, a hoarse male voice full of strength and vitality almost resounded through the sky.

"Shut up, I'm holding the title of the White Palace Master of the Zhengfu, why are you bastards shouting!"

Immediately after, the man responded with a thin, exasperated voice.

Lin Mao first heard the name of Chizheng Mansion, and then heard the words "Master Bai Mansion", his face changed suddenly.

At this time, the hoarse male voice outside the carriage seemed to be louder than before.

I only heard that person shouting loudly: "Chizheng Mansion? We have never had a little rabbit master who deceived teachers and exterminated ancestors in Chizheng Mansion!"

Sure enough, the other thin voice became more and more frightened and angry: "Lin Tietou, keep your mouth clean! I respect you for being a good man in Chizheng's mansion before showing mercy to you! You don't want to toast now or eat fine wine ! The Lord of the White House is the Lord of the Chizheng Mansion who was personally appointed by the Holy Majesty, you guys dare to deny it?!"