The heinous crime of time travel

The change of appearance is only the first step, and the next step is the highlight.

Shen Yanzhi brought Xiao Yao and his party to a place.There are weeds all over the courtyard, but it doesn't mean to be deserted. It is lonely and independent in the hustle and bustle, like a senior who hides from the world.

The accumulation of dust is far less thick than the snow, and the slight footsteps startled the snow from the eaves and windows, making people here feel that they have sinned deeply, and the dust pollution can even disturb people's dreams.

But no one lives in this courtyard...or no one lives now—everything inside is exactly the same as when Mu Yunshen was alive, and no one has even touched the rice paper, brushes and inkstones.

There is also a monk knocking wooden fish sitting at the door of this courtyard. He is big and thick, with stubble all over his face, staring fiercely at the little sparrow jumping up from the branch, as if he wants to catch it at any time - this monk is not young anymore , No matter how you practice, you will not become a Buddha, but become an evil ghost.

Behind him is the small hollow courtyard gate, and there are two things in hand: a red wooden fish with peeling paint, and a jug of small wine.

When Shen Yanzhi came, the monk didn't raise his head, but stopped the sound of chanting sutras without knowing the so-called, and drank the wine on his own—Shen Yanzhi was used to Tai Chi anyway, so he wasn't annoyed, but it was Xie Yuanke who first frowned.

The strategist seemed to be at odds with the monk, but considering that Xie Yuanke was not at odds with anyone, it was much more normal.

"Why didn't Master Zhiyuan recite sutras today?" Shen Yanzhi said with a smile, "These guests and I want to go in and look up some secret scriptures, can Master..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhiyuan waved his hand to interrupt him. This monk looked very reckless, and he was a bit polite when he tasted the wine. Even though the old clothes were washed white, there were no ugly wrinkles Or stains that can't be removed-it can be seen that he is still a fastidious person.

He glanced at everyone and said, "The scriptures are read for the dead, but for the living...it's better to drink."

The old god Zhiyuan was there, and he didn't show any intention of getting out of the way.

"An eminent monk of the "Yuan" generation in Luojia Mountain?" Xiao Yao, a frog in the well who "keeps his ears out of the window and only wants to win big battles", has heard of the "Yuan" generation, which shows his status in the world how high.

Mu Yunshen held Xiao Yao lightly with his hands wrapped in his long sleeves, and wrote the word "yes" on his palm.

It's a pity that he had been drawing for a long time, but Xiao Yao only felt that his palms were itchy. As for which characters he wrote, he couldn't recognize them at all...Mu Yunshen had no choice but to give up his interest, and nodded down-to-earth.

"My mother got drunk at the end of the year and talked about a few people. One of them was a master of Luojiashan Yuan's generation... It seems to be called Hengyuan, but my mother also said that this person is dead."

Xiao Yao and Mu Yunshen were biting their ears behind the crowd, and there was only Ruan Yu staring at him, and everyone else was attracted by the monk.

Mu Yunshen's fingers gripping him suddenly tightened, causing Xiao Yao's bones to creak. Pain is still the same thing. This is the first time Xiao Yao has noticed that there is a secret in Mu Yunshen's heart—— A secret that made him have to die.

Although the letter left by Xiao Gusheng was vague and speculative, he also knew that the cause of Mu Yunshen's death in his previous life was inseparable from the court. In addition, in Taigu City, Shen Yanzhi had almost put the "betrayer" and "murderer" together. The written statement is pasted on the body, and the matter will be found out at this point, and revenge will be enough.

But what reason did the imperial court have for killing Mu Yunshen?Along the way, although he is indifferent, he can show all-round skills when necessary. Although Duan Fu's cooperation with him will not bring benefits, but it will not be a disadvantage - and even if Shen Yanzhi is Duan Fu's son, he is very good at using it. Tail Viper, planning for so many years to usurp the position of palace lord, just to maintain the pros and cons of the previous situation?Duan Fu map what?

And his mother... Xiao Yao vaguely remembered that Bai Jinnan risked his life to save himself for the sake of his parents, and the origin of the two swords of the man in the wooden house when he first went up the mountain, the lover and the peony... Wang Shixue's name is unknown, why does he know so many things in the Jianghu, and why is he involved in so many entanglements?

These things drilled into Xiao Yao's mind at an untimely moment, which made him break out in a cold sweat. He vaguely seemed to understand something, but he couldn't grasp the clue in a blink of an eye, so he could only stand blankly in the wind and snow.

"I've heard that there are strangers going up the mountain these two days." The monk poured the wine into the plate, and the snowflakes of goose feathers fell on it inadvertently. , with a unique style, he said again, "The doll of Xiao Gusheng and Miss Wang's family"

After speaking, the great monk raised his head and glanced into the crowd, his eyes stayed on the two fresh faces of Xiao Yao and Mu Yunshen, after a rough look, he shook his head, "Those two...how did you teach them to be like this?" good family."

"..." Xiao Yao was indignant, and said in his heart, "How bad was I before?"

He took two steps forward, and before making a sound, imitating Mu Yunshen, he straightened his clothes and then cleared his throat... Just as he was about to speak, he remembered that he had a rather expensive folding fan in his hand, " With a sound, half of his face was covered, only a pair of round eyes were exposed, "Below is Xiao Yao."

"..." The monk was afraid that he had seen a ghost during the day.

His hand holding the plate trembled, spilling half of the snow, moon and wind, his eyes fell on Xiao Yao, he was dumbfounded and said: "The monk chanted less scriptures, benefactor, don't lie to me."

The wine worms in Xiao Yao's belly were crawling - ever since he was caught by Su Mu, the wine gourd he carried with him was lost, and after calculation, he hadn't had a single drop of wine in the past two days.

I remember that when he was very young and didn't remember much, Wang Shixue had already started to drink alcohol for him. He could skip three meals a day, but he had to drink this wine. Later, when the National People's Congress grew up, he asked him as if he was looking for death, His mother didn't answer anything, but the only time her eyes softened, and she told him not to stop drinking.

But in this kind of atmosphere now, it is impossible to snatch wine from the monk's hand——Xiao Yao is not very courageous, and still wants to hug Buddha's feet, so wicked that he is afraid of being struck by lightning.

"Oh." He sighed, and put the fan he used to pretend in the palm of his hand.In order to make it look good, the clothes that set off the fairy spirit were actually a little longer. They were dragged on the snow, and after taking two steps, Xiao Yao stepped on the lining suddenly, and the whole person rushed forward.

The monk hurriedly rolled away on the ground - if the person who threw himself into his arms was a little beauty, he would still be willing to help him, if it was a man with a height of nine feet... His compassionate heart can be said to be at least three or two halves. Half two, this is not to make trouble.

When Xiao Yao's face was about to touch the ground, the jade fan touched the snow and lifted a thin mark, and the person took advantage of this strength to twist it in the air, escaped with a dangerous posture, and landed lightly beside Mu Yunshen.

He stroked his chest with his hand.Only then did I realize that the beautiful things were not used well, the bones of the jade fan were covered with cracks, and foam fell off with a "crack".

Xiao Yao remembered that Ruan Yu made this thing, and the little girl became savage and denied her relatives, and was shocked again, hurriedly used her hands to pick up the jade scraps in mid-air, and said brokenly, "Crafting evil, committing evil...why wasn't it made of iron?" of?"

It really reveals itself in the blink of an eye.

Mu Yunshen shook his head slightly at the side, but he couldn't see any joy, but he stretched out his hand that was gathered in his sleeve, pinched a piece of jade chips on his fingertips, and turned to Xiao Yao and said, " Here."

The independence of the world created by a group of people collapsed because of Xiao Yao, and the secular people floating in the snow finally had an appropriate taste of the world, and they no longer seemed difficult to get close to.The monk took a deep breath and drank the wine from the plate.

This was probably the last bit of wine in the jug, so the monk shook his head regretfully, put the plate aside casually, reached out and copied the Zen staff against the corner, brushed off his robe and stood up——

This Zen staff has been half buried by the heavy snow. Its style is very simple, with no extra decorations from top to bottom.

This battle continues, it is really a serious crime.

"It's really strange today. It's rare to see so many big figures in Xiaoyao Demon Palace gathered together." The monk yawned. The younger the "cuter".

Zhiyuan pinched his beard and looked at Ouyang Qing and Sima Pei who had rarely seen each other for decades - this is a rare beast on Hujia Mountain, if you don't take a second look, you will forget what it looks like when you look back.

"Xiao Yao... is that the name?" The monk asked, "I remember when I was with you, Shixue passed by a hexagram stand, and I made a divination on a whim, saying that you lacked five elements and six elements, gold, wood, water, fire, earth and fighting, It's not easy to survive against the murderer in this life, I never thought it would be this big."

"...Where did the magic stick come from!" Xiao Yao's heart was overwhelmed, "The most important thing in my life is to fight!"

"You can go in." The monk turned sideways.

I don’t know if it’s because of the old man or the young man’s appetite for him. Anyway, the more I look at it, the more I like it. The nose is the nose, the eyes are the eyes, a white and tender ball, just like steamed buns—this is the true meaning of "" Appetite".

"Go in quickly, it's rare for Master Zhiyuan to let go." Shen Yanzhi seemed to have nothing to do with this monk, seeing that he was willing to give in, he hurriedly urged Xiao Yao.He smiled wryly and said, "I have been here dozens of times, but I have always been stopped by the master... This is the first time I have ever been here."

Although this sounds like a joke, it shows how strict the division of power in Xiaoyao Demon Palace is. Even though Mu Yunshen has disappeared for three years, Shen Yanzhi's prestige is still questionable, and he is often subjected to various forms of violence. provocation.

"Ah?" Xiao Yao frowned, "I don't live here for a long time... What's more, isn't it cold in such a big yard?"

He also glanced at Mu Yunshen, as if he was asking the people around him, "Isn't it cold in such a big yard?"

There was a little sweetness in Mu Yunshen's heart again, like sweet-scented osmanthus dew that had been tasted lightly, tender and tender like silk.