I wanted to embrace my master and return home

"This bun is bad! The bamboo shoots inside are stinky. Your buns are made from leftovers from five days ago, right?!" The man with a fleshy face pointed at him and yelled angrily, foaming from his mouth.

"Guest officer, I'm really sorry! I'll go back and ask the boss!" Zhang Sichen lowered his head, clutching an oil-stained rag, and apologized repeatedly.

"Today, the steamed stuffed bun was paid for by your wages. It's obviously not broken. The bamboo shoots were pickled. You didn't explain it clearly to the guests. You asked someone to pat the table and left. You don't even know what money you want!" Baozi The shop owner raised his hand and slapped him, and said in a vicious voice.

"I... I don't know that it's pickled. I haven't eaten it. It's causing you trouble. Please excuse me. My brother hasn't eaten yet. Give us the steamed bun..."

"Oops, you still pick it up and eat it when it's all dusted on the ground? Telling it is like my old Li mistreating you two brothers. You said it yourself and paid the wages to the residence, so you don't have to worry about the food!"

"Yes, yes, that's not what we mean. It's just that my younger brother is in poor health and needs to buy medicine, so I asked you to pay for it..." Zhang Sichen stood humbly, with lowered eyebrows and a cautious tone.

The picture changed again, high push walls were erected all around the city, snow-white paper money was floating in the wind in the street, and a few servants of an unknown family were walking unsteadily carrying a black wooden coffin, their faces full of sadness. , a sluggish state.

"Hey! There's no way to live this day, the ghostly atmosphere, ghost fog, people die every day..."

"Sin, what a god, you can't go out even after dark..."

"I heard from the master that it's because of a wolf demon who has done a lot of evil, causing storms and storms in the city, and people dying everywhere..."

"Let's go, let's go..."

Zhang Sichen and Zhang Sirun were pushed out at the door of a steamed stuffed bun shop by the side of the road, and then a patched cloth bag was thrown out of the door.

"Let's go, let's go, don't beg me, I can't help it!"

"Boss, please forgive me, I won't need wages from now on, as long as I have something to eat!" Zhang Sichen pleaded bitterly, pawing at the door.

Zhang Sirun also pounced on the door crying, "Don't chase brother away..."

"It's not that I don't want to show kindness. Now there are monsters everywhere in the city. People from the upper cultivation world come down to get rid of the monsters. Our shops are not allowed to open at all. Do you want me to raise you for nothing? It's not easy for anyone in this world. Hurry up!" The boss shook his head, kicked his hand, and sighed.

"Boss...Boss, we can't eat much. You know, there are monsters outside. How can Si Run and I live if we go out!"

Zhang Sichen pleaded with red eyes, his hands gripped the door frame tightly and refused to let go, and finally his fingers were separated one by one, and he was pushed down the steps with his chest.

Zhang Sirun yelled, and quickly ran over to help him up, sobbing with tears in his eyes, while wiping his face with his sleeves: "Brother, don't cry...Brother, don't cry..."

"It's okay... Did Si Run catch it?"

"There is no pinching hands, brother, don't worry..."

Zhang Sichen stood not far from them, quietly watching the scene of the two cuddling each other, his face was cold, and he raised his hand to touch it, only to realize that he was crying.

"Brother, it hurts, it hurts..."

Suddenly a voice came from behind——

Zhang Sichen turned his head and saw that he was already in the backyard of the dormitory of Tianfu Zhige, the yard was full of fragrant grass and bamboo fragrance lingered.

Six-year-old Zhang Sirun was playing with a wooden sword when he stumbled and fell, and looked at him with tears in his eyes. He was pitiful and cute, and slowly stretched out his little hand to him: "Brother, help me up..."

Standing at the door of the dormitory, Zhang Sichen looked at the pitiful "Xiao Sirun" who was lying on the ground not far away, but he didn't walk towards him as before, sighed, hugged him and patted his clothes.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Seeing him ignoring him, Xiao Sirun pouted his mouth and was about to cry, feeling very wronged, he stretched out his little hand vigorously.

Zhang Sichen stared at him, the six-year-old Xiao Sirun was like a cute meat dumpling, his heart was suddenly soft, but he knew that he couldn't touch the little hand that was stretched out to him.

With just one touch, you will fall into the boundless abyss.

"........."

Fortunately, I knew in my heart that Zhang Sirun was probably still biting his pen in the Pomo Hall, and recited the "Astronomical Gossip Talisman" he had arranged before he left. mind.

Although looking at this familiar face, it is a bit difficult to kill the killer, so let's kill it with one blow, and don't give it a chance to fight back. After all, the picture...is a bit difficult to accept.

Zhang Sichen held his breath and focused, his eyes flickered, and he drew out the long sword with his right hand in an instant, and held it in the air. He condensed the spiritual power in his palm and poured it into the sword body, and slammed it in the direction of "Xiao Sirun", hitting him directly with extremely fast force. The deadly part of the heart!

——"Xiao Sirun" clutched the half of the sword outside his chest in pain, looked at him with big eyes in disbelief, and blood gushed out of his mouth continuously, dyeing his snow-white school uniform into large swaths of bright red, which was shocking.

"elder brother--!!"

Zhang Sichen shook his hands, his spiritual power was a little uncontrollable, and he almost let go of the hilt of the sword. "Xiao Sirun" looked at him with tears on his face, as if he was accusing him of why he shot the sword at him. After a while, "Xiao Sirun" Then there was no movement.The blade was withdrawn, and what was flowing out of the chest was no longer bright red blood, but black resentment...

Zhang Sichen suddenly woke up from the stone table, raised his head and looked around, and found that he had returned to the backyard of Jingjiatang, then raised his hand to wipe the thin layer of cold sweat on his head.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Elder Yugou who had already woken up. His long eyelashes were half drawn, and his face was like a peach blossom. He didn't seem to be affected by the illusion at all. He rested his chin with one hand and waved his fan boredly. Waited for a long time.

"Hey, one finally woke up."

"...Elder Yugou, he is indeed very experienced. Sichen wandered around for a long time before coming out."

"Then let's wait a little longer. It's a pity that this tea can't be drunk, and the tea pet spirit probably committed suicide." Meng Yuci looked down at the clay tea pet on the table.

Rather than being taken away and put into the pagoda for the eight punishments, and then shattered and scattered, it is better to end it by yourself. Meng Yuci understands this kind of behavior very well, and it must be this kind of spirit who thinks extreme, does not leave any room for action, and does not care about the consequences of suffering. , in order to bear a hundred lives in an instant.

Zhang Sichen also took a closer look at the little clay pig. Some thin cracks appeared on the pig's body at some point, spreading slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"........."

I don't know what year, by the kiln.

"It's so ugly, how could I make such an ugly thing."

Zhang Tingliu looked at the clay pig in his hand with disgust, and threw it to the ground. The pig rolled on the ground and rolled into the grass.

"Hey, why did you lose it?" Jinglang glanced at him reproachfully, went to the edge of the grass and knelt down to pick it up, picked up the little clay pig, and touched it distressingly: "I let you break it." It's..."

"Don't ask for it, it doesn't look good at all, it's just for playing with your hands, I'll give you a good one tomorrow." Zhang Tingliu said disdainfully, his eyes were full of spirits, he was like a high-spirited young man.

"All things have spirits, not to mention living beings."

The young and mature Jing Lang shook his head with a smile and said, "Give it to me, I like piglets."

"I'll give it to you if you like it, but I'll give you a better one tomorrow. There are two purple sand monkeys in my father's teahouse, a pair, they look so clever..."

The little clay pig lay quietly in Jing Lang's hands, with constant laughter and chatter in his ears, gentle and familiar.

In a daze, she could only hear the man gently stroking her broken ear, and said softly: "Little pig sounds silly, so let me call you Xiaocha..."

With a soft "click", Zhang Sichen and Meng Yuci looked sideways, and the tea pet on the stone table was broken.

-

Gu Mou felt a little uncomfortable. He took Ye Xunliang around for a long time in various places in Tianfu Zhige, his eyes were confused, people came and went, but he couldn't see anyone's face clearly. The man was wearing a familiar blue-edged school gown with an overturned lotus pattern, but his face was blurred, and there were endless laughter, but he couldn't hear a single sentence clearly.

"Gu Mou, I'm a little scared...they all have faces and facial features, but why can't they see clearly..."

Ye Xunliang hugged his arm tightly, feeling a little creepy.

"This is my fantasy, you don't have to be afraid." Gu Mou gave him a flat look.

The situation arises from the heart, and Gu Mou probably thought of what he was about to face, and even felt a little disdainful.

Passing the Pomo Hall, the Yan Ci Hall, and passing through Jiuqu Shuisi, a handsome man stood quietly by the lotus pond with his back facing them. A lotus flower whisks the dust, Shen Jing Hexi.

The moment he saw him, Gu Mou couldn't help but soften his brows and eyes, barely resisting the urge to stride over.

Ye Xunliang's heart sank. This man...was quite similar to the man in the painting he saw in Chen Xianting that day. Although he didn't paint his eyebrows carefully, he recognized the fly whisk.

"Shi Minghua, what are you doing here—"

A mocking voice suddenly sounded, and at the other end of the lotus pond, a man in black boots and robes was walking slowly with his hands behind his back, his black hair was tied up high with a jade-encrusted gold crown, and a large blood dragon was dotted on the black robe. Embroidery, the arc of the tip of the nose is as sharp as a knife, one can tell at a glance that this person has a violent temperament.

After seeing the whole picture of that person, Ye Xunliang's heart skipped a beat, his face turned pale in astonishment, that person looks...exactly the same as him? ! !

what on earth is it?

"Gu... Gu Mou, he..."

Ye Xunliang was terrified, couldn't help but took a small step back, his face showing horror.

"Tang Jie..." Gu Mou's face was terribly dark, and his eyebrows were full of gloom. He never thought that that person would appear in his illusion.

"Tang Jie, you are really not afraid of death, how dare you go up to Tianfu Mountain alone?" Shi Minghua turned sideways to face him, raised his whisk as a precaution, and rebuked him coldly.