Old state

Guixu saw Yang Zigui's shocked and speechless heart, and also saw what his little master was really thinking.

Even though he has shown many times that he is no longer a child, he has grown up. Although he is only 12 years old, he is no longer a child in body and mind, and he even feels that he no longer belongs to human beings. some type of……

But no matter how he explicitly hinted, Yang Zigui firmly believed that he was a child.Only when he showed a child's demeanor would the little master's mood fluctuate a little.

Guixu still had an innocent and cute appearance on the surface, but he laughed in his heart. He seemed to have figured out how to deal with the little master.

Suddenly, he felt a little discomfort in his heart, because the enchantment he left in the Wushuang Hall was touched.

Guixu's heart tightened, he knew what happened.It was only a few hours before he found Uncle, those people had already found Wushuang Hall, if he was a step late...

Guixu looked at Yang Zigui with a blank face, smiled lightly and said to him: "Master, I have to leave for a while, you stay here well, I will come to see you when I have time." With tenderness and tenderness, Guixu's eyes are full of the madness after Ni Lin was touched.

He took a deep look at Yang Zigui, turned around and left.

Yang Zigui didn't say anything, and sat under the plane tree.

Today's weather is really good, although the sun is gradually setting, but now the sun is shining gently, floating on his face, like the warmest memory in a dream.

What's more, this is on the mountain of no return.

His eyes were fixed on the clouds floating freely on Wuhui Mountain. In that dreamlike boyhood, he often looked at it like this, looking at the clouds in the sky, looking at the exceptionally clear and blue sky of Wuhui Mountain.

The clouds are never the same, but the joyful mood at that time is always the same.

The happiness I had back then is now gone.

Yang Zigui let go of his thoughts and let himself indulge in those dream-like memories.

Frankly speaking, life in the small courtyard is actually pretty good.

Anyway, being locked up here and isolated from the world, I simply let go of my burden, staring in a daze every day, looking at the clouds, and sometimes when the mood comes, I cook a table of delicious food by myself, and eat slowly by myself under the plane tree. afternoon.There are a lot of things here, all of which are good for food and use, and they also use the magic circle to isolate time, so that they exist at the freshest time. What is more to his liking is that there are countless good wines here.Bamboo-leaf green, pear-blossom white, daughter-in-law red, all the famous wines in the world are available here.

Apart from these, the small building still has the tea he often drinks, the teacups he used to, the flute and the qin that he had some interest in, probably for him to play with.

The only trouble is probably what the patriarch said before he left.In his opinion, the shocking confession makes him feel at a loss every time he thinks about it.

Maybe it's because he trusts the child and feels that the patriarch will not harm him anyway, so although he is locked here, he is not in a hurry, and even has time to enjoy life.

There is also time to think carefully about what the patriarch said.

He had never encountered such a thing.In those years when he was wandering in the rivers and lakes, there were also people who expressed their hearts to him, whether it was the eldest lady of Yujian Villa or the proprietress of the restaurant at the entrance of the village, he could refuse without mercy.At that time, with a sea of ​​blood and deep hatred, how to talk about love?His mind and eyes were full of thoughts about how to take revenge and restore the Demon Cult.

Later, he lived in seclusion again, and no matter who came to show his love, he felt that he had no feelings, so he simply refused, including Xing Lin, the eldest lady of Yigu who followed to the Wushuang Hall.

He also considered whether to find someone to spend the rest of his life with.

But helpless, seeing the faces of those people, he has no desire to continue.

This is the first time he has considered whether to accept someone's feelings, and he can't say why the child he loves has such feelings for him, but due to his habits in recent years, he can't do anything Deny any of his requests.It has become Yang Zigui's instinct to compromise with him.

But no matter how long he thought about it, his mind was still a mess.He really couldn't agree, not because he didn't have feelings for him, the main reason was that he thought of children, and all he could remember was when he first met him, who looked like a child and was dressed in rags.

There is really no way to accept it!

But he was not willing to reject him.

Maybe it's because he doesn't have such a serious concept of liking and love, so he feels that it's okay to agree.

After struggling and struggling, thinking and thinking, he finally made up his mind to promise him the next time we meet.

After making his decision, he enjoyed the life in the small courtyard without incident.

There is never enough wine to drink, especially on a rainy day.

It doesn't rain often in Wuhui Mountain, but when it suddenly rains on a certain day, it will last for several days.

The rain hits the sycamore, and every leaf of the tall and towering sycamore is moist and emerald green by the continuous drizzle, against the gray sky, as if gathering the colors of the whole world.

Yang Zigui was leaning on the balcony on the third floor, leaning on his knees, the jug was placed beside him, it was a bottle of pear blossom white, with a delicate fragrance, as elegant and beautiful as the green and gray outside.There is a bamboo flute next to his legs. This bamboo flute was made by himself. A few days ago, he made a bamboo flute imitating the original jade flute. On this beautiful rainy day, he might be able to play a song.

He looked at the continuous rain outside with a smile on his lips.

In front of the rain curtain, after his face softened his facial features, there was a sense of emptiness that would blow away with the wind at any time.

At least in front of the visitor, it seemed that he would leave at any time.

Few people came to the small courtyard. He had lived here for two months, and this was the first time anyone came.

It was also an acquaintance.

The young monk Zihui he met in the forest.

He was still wearing the same gray monk robe, holding a bamboo umbrella, and came in a boat through the weak water. He landed on the island, stepped into the courtyard gate, and saw Yang Zigui sitting upstairs at a glance. The profile of his face was blurred in the rain, but there was a feeling of a gentleman returning from afar.

It seems to have passed through time and reincarnation, a prehistoric memory sitting there.

Zihui was silent for a while, feeling a little uncomfortable.He was originally an upright person. As a monk who believes in Buddha, he abides by the rules and precepts and absolutely cannot do those things.

But for the sake of his clan, he disobeyed his master and the Buddha.

Zihui squeezed the umbrella in her hand, looked up at the handsome figure upstairs.

How good are those who are free to choose their own destiny!

Both of them are people who cannot freely choose their fate.

Zihui is okay because of the inextricable burden that he imposed on himself, but the person upstairs who looks unrestrained, free, and unscrupulous and brave is indeed a poor person who has been tricked by fate. As soon as I knew it, I became someone else's pawn for 10,000+ years.