ghost marriage

When he came, his clothes fluttered, his expression was completely submerged in the dim light and shadow, only a pair of jet-black pupils shone brightly.

As he approached, a little light shone into the room through the gap beside him, and the frightened goblin collapsed against the wall, "You let it go..."

"Where is he?" Standing one step away from him, Fu Changting's stature was erect, making the thin rabbit even smaller.

"I, I don't know."

Before Xingren finished speaking, a sigh came from the darkness behind him, "Idiot, he came here with such a show, how could he return without success just because you didn't know a word?"

The Taoist, who had always been expressionless, was shocked when he heard the words, and let out an exclamation unconsciously.After that, he didn't move any more, and stood straight on the spot, frozen like a statue.

Xingren timidly opened his eyes and looked up, he was trembling just like him, his hands at his sides were tightly clenched, and there was a soft "pop" between the joints.

This Taoist...can't tell what's different, but Rabbit Spirit deeply feels that this Taoist is different from before.It seems more human...

"Han...Cicada..." The trembling tone was almost unbelievable, it came from the head teacher Zhong Nan who is famous for his uprightness.

At first it was just a vague shadow walking from the darkness, and then the shadow gradually became thicker, and the slightly fluttering long sleeves could be vaguely seen.Walking to the bright place, the figure became thinner again, as if it was just a mass of ignorant gray shadows.

"Go in and talk," he said.

He only gave him a chaotic back, and then retreated to the depths of the shop.

Fu Changting stared blankly at his long hair that fell down to his waist, and took two quick steps, wanting to reach out to hold his wrist as always.The tentacles were icy cold, and as soon as they touched the cuffs, they were quickly pulled away by him.

"Sit down." The vague figure stopped suddenly, and let out the wooden armchair that was placed against the wall sideways.

Han Ji lowered his head, his long hair fell from his cheeks, and he still refused to show his face.

Fu Changting looked around. The tall shelves placed horizontally divided the small room into two, and most of them were used as shops. There was only a compartment wide for one person behind the shelves. There was an armchair and a small square table next to the chair.The shelves are very delicately placed, with slight gaps between items to allow light to shine in, but not directly to the people on the chairs.

Ghosts live here, and this side is a little crowded even when turning around.

I couldn't help but reach out and want to brush his hair away and take a good look at him.Judging from his thin state when he just appeared, he was seriously injured.After all, no ghost has ever been able to escape from the Nine Heavens Thunder Fire.

Han Ji turned his face away, avoiding his hand again, "How did you find it?" His voice was low and hoarse, no longer clear and mellow as before.

"This..." Taking out a string of beads from his sleeve, Fu Changting slowly handed it to his eyes.The chain is not long, and the wooden beads with a faint sandalwood fragrance become black after being smoked by the incense. The beads are round and smooth, and they fit around the wrist of a Taoist just not loose or tight. Ample, dangling, two or three have to be removed.

"I saw someone wearing this." Fu Changting said.

"No wonder." Han Yu glanced at it, but didn't reach out to pick it up. "The things of Zhongnan must be taken back to Zhongnan."

He vividly imitated the rhetoric of the former Taoist when he asked him for an incense burner, his throat was rustling, and his laughter was dark and rough, "Thanks to it, Xingren and I were able to escape."

Within the thunder and fire, not a single blade of grass is left.Perhaps it is because of following the Taoists to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon all the year round, the bead chain itself has also bred aura over the years.The moment the fire hit, the brilliance on the chain flickered, and the flames flinched for a moment.It was at this moment that he pulled Xing Ren who was looking for him and broke out.

Han Yu had no intention of telling him this, and turned his eyes away from his approaching palm again, "Why is it in your hand again?"

"You took it for granted." He struggled to suppress the turbulent emotions, his eyes were heavy and full of pain.

A local official who was good at Taoism took advantage of the imperial edict to go to Beijing, and made a special trip to pay homage to his Taoist temple in Beijing.When he saw the bead string in his hand, the always tepid Master Guoshi almost lost his composure in public, he couldn't help but dragged the magistrate, his eyes were like burning flames, his expression was gloomy, as if he was about to tear off his arm in the next moment .After several investigations, I learned that the chains came from a pawnshop in Luoye Town.

Fu Changting approached again and again, trying to force him to raise his face.Han Yu looked down at the toe of his shoe, unwilling to meet his gaze.Facing the Taoist's anger, the ghost still said indifferently, "The world is expensive."

Even though ghosts don't need to eat, there are still almonds... For this small house to live in, the rabbit spirit pawned off his gold teeth.

"It's okay, you can redeem it when you have money." Xing Ren always said to him.

Rabbits missing front teeth can leak out their speech, and eating is not as convenient as it used to be, but they still remain optimistic.It's just that the relaxed tone couldn't hide the embarrassment in its heart.Rabbits are fond of gold and silver, and now not only do they have no money, but they also have to rack their brains to save a few copper coins every day.

"You're not having a good time." He stretched out his hand again, trying to pull Han Yu's hand hanging by his side.

This time, Ghost did not refuse.Allowing his fingertips to graze the back of his hand, he slipped the bead chain into his wrist again.

Skinny hands with bumps all over the fingertips.Fu Changting couldn't help pulling him to stand under the light and shadow. The ghost's hand was black, and the entire palm was burned up and down. The dark black skin was tangled and torn together, forming a series of shocking scars, some of which were not even healed yet. Scabs, still oozing blood.The festering scars entangled and entangled like earthworms, winding along the wrists to the long sleeves.

He had seen the scene of doomsday in the wilderness outside Yucheng; he had also seen wounded soldiers who were dying eagerly reaching out to him for help, but they were submerged by the army entering the city in a blink of an eye, and became flesh under the hooves of horses; The refugees who were sent to Taoist temples were often terminally ill and hopeless. Some of them were blind, their eye sockets were red, swollen and rotten, and yellow water overflowed.Some had faces like golden paper, and foul-smelling black blood kept coming out from all over their bodies, attracting countless flies...he had seen them all.

The human world is sometimes a purgatory, with all kinds of torture, all kinds of tragic images, and bloody scenes happening before his eyes, and he has watched them indifferently.What he cultivates is not compassion, but to subdue demons, and he is born with a heart of stone.

The hand holding Ghost's arm trembled uncontrollably.Just when Han Ji wanted to twist his arms to break free, Fu Changting suddenly rolled up his sleeves, and the ugly wrinkled skin and dark red dead flesh hurt his eyes again.

"Did someone look at it?" Fu Changting stared at his festering wound. Under the scorched rotting flesh, bones were faintly visible.

Not wanting to be exposed to the sun, Han Yu turned his face away, trying to hide in the shadow behind the shelf, "It can't be cured, or it can't be cured."

Warm palms pressed against his face without warning, and Han Yu had to turn around to dodge, and his evasive eyes happened to meet his deep eyes.The Taoist priest always had an expressionless face, gritted his teeth, his eyes were flushed, and there seemed to be water in his eyes.

Han Yun had never seen him like this, so sad, so depressed, so gentle, so gentle that he seemed to be about to shed tears.

"It's nothing, it's better than being wiped out." Ghost looked him in the eyes and said honestly.

Trembling fingers slowly brushed away the long hair covering his cheeks, Fu Changting moved his hands to his shoulders, holding on tightly.Han Ji's right cheek was also burnt, with charcoal-black thick scabs interspersed with ferocious bloodshot streaks.The tear-like scar even crossed the bridge of the nose and penetrated to the left side of the cheek.

Han Ji, his Han Ji, the ghost who floated along with the ghost mist in the middle of the night, under his fierce sword wind, raised his handsome and delicate face calmly, with a small beautiful woman's tip on the center of his eyebrows. .his face...

"It's not a small price to be able to escape from the nine-day thunder and fire..." He said meaninglessly, and his body stepped back again and again, trying to avoid the light from the front of the shelf.

Before the words fell, under the shadow of the shadow, only the robe of the Taoist Ruxue was left in front of Han Yu's eyes.

Wanting to embrace her fully, the erratic figure of the ghost is hugged in her arms, but she feels thinner and thinner, as if she is about to pull away and leave anytime, anywhere.Fu Changting could only tighten his arms and hug him tightly.Han Chan couldn't see the tears rolling down his face.

"Follow me back to Zhongnan."

The sea of ​​clouds on the top of Zhongnan Mountain is as vast as ever, and above the gilded corners and cornices of the Sanqing Hall, it is surrounded by clouds and fog all year round.Above the censer in the main hall, green smoke curled up and sandalwood overflowed, a bit illusory and a bit real.

It has been several months since I returned to Zhongnan, and Han Yu only went to the main hall once after dusk.

In the evening class, the bells sounded distantly, and the sun shone brightly.Taoists big and small are dotted around, sitting cross-legged outside the main hall, with flowing clouds around their knees, the twilight is like gold, and the murmur of chanting makes people feel peaceful.The ghost stopped under the high steps in front of the hall, only looked up, turned around and left.Let Fu Changting on the other end chase his gaze away for a long time.

In the evening, Fu Changting came to give him medicine.The Taoist didn't say anything, just smeared the ointment on his fingers, and carefully moved it back and forth on his burnt cheeks.Han Ji turned his eyes away, not looking at his square and elegant face, let alone looking directly at his complicated and deep eyes.The temperature on the Taoist's body is still hot, through the cool plaster, from the hair-covered forehead to the entire face, and finally touch his fingers holding the hem of the clothes, wrapping the entire palm.

"Rest." Fu Changting said.

The palms covering Han Yu's hands were still sticking to the back of his hands reluctantly.Intertwining his fingers, he thoughtfully avoided the wounds that hadn't healed yet.

Han Yu lowered his eyes and looked at his hands. Taoist's fingers were slender and strong, with well-defined joints, short nails trimmed into round shapes, clean and tidy, just like him.

Before leaving, he left a set of Dao uniform.The new, stiff fabric smelled of sun-washed fabric.Han Yu pulled the Taoist robe and compared it to himself. It was not too big or too small, just right.There is also a booklet on the table, which contains the content taught in today's evening class.

Be a Taoist with a pure heart and few desires on Zhongnan Mountain, sit and listen to the evening bell, watch the sea of ​​clouds, have no worries, no worries, no wind and waves, and live a peaceful and stable life.This used to be the ghost's biggest dream.Later, the day failed.Later, he no longer has the qualifications to "live a lifetime".So much so that now, Han Yu almost forgot about it.I don't know how Mu Taoist knew this.The man looked dull and honest, but in fact he was very smart, and he had a lot of ways to understand what he wanted to know.Therefore, Han Yun didn't bother to guess, he hung the Taoist robe on the back of the chair casually, and sat curled up by the fire, listening to the sound of falling snow outside the window, falling asleep.

When he woke up the next day, he was already on the bed, surrounded by the warmth brought by the fire, and the thin blanket that was draped over his shoulders last night was folded squarely at his feet.Fu Changting went to the morning class. As the leader of the first teaching, every plant and tree on Zhongnan Mountain was his responsibility. From morning to night, he had to be busy from dawn to midnight.

Looking at the skylight reflected on the window paper, Han Ji reckoned that the morning class should be over.

Recently, a distinguished guest came to the mountain, Princess Linghua, the righteous sister of the current Saint He Lianfeng.Her father and brother were once capable generals under He Lianfeng's command, and all the male members of the family died in battle, even the younger brother, who was young and weak, was killed in the battle of Yucheng.

The Zhongnan School has never accepted female disciples, and ordinary pilgrims are only allowed to stay in the front hall to offer incense.The one who drove all the way and broke into the mountain gate, from ancient times to the present, this princess is still No.1.

Relying on the shining imperial decree in her hand, the princess who kept saying that she was here to practice Taoism and nourish her heart stayed around Fu Changting all day long, and traveled all the way from front to back. Smile.

Zhangjiao Fu is also good-natured, he accompanied her to climb mountains and enjoy the snow, taste tea and read scriptures every day, even though he was exhausted by chores, he never complained even a single word.Every time the princess is summoned, she will come in person.

The middle-aged Xiaodao boys gathered outside the door and chattered endlessly, what about the golden princess, what about the capable and handsome headmaster.Han Yu sat in the room flipping through the booklet left by Fu Changting, listening to it in bits and pieces.

The life of ghosts in Zhongnan is simple, they are locked in the room to avoid the sun during the day, and go out to wander around at night.The one who visited the most was the Jing Pavilion at the other end of the hanging bridge. The Taoist priest guarding the Jing Pavilion was older than the master back then, and fell asleep as soon as they passed by.Be careful to restrain your breath, don't make any noise, you can sit under the bookshelf and browse wantonly under the moonlight.Sometimes, Dazed raised his head from the yellowed scriptures, his expression was in a trance, time flowed backwards, everything around him was the original face, he seemed to be the little junior who was forced to follow the senior to watch the night, and everything in his life and after life was just a dream .At dawn, when I escaped from the window of Jingge, some emotions lingered in my heart and lingered for a long time.

However, Fu Changting didn't like him going out.The Taoist who had been waiting all night, when he saw him return to his room, would get up and hold his wrist tightly, grasping with all five fingers, as if trying to crush his muscles and bones, "I haven't taken the medicine yet." With great restraint.

The Taoist who never showed his emotions, when he pulled off the ghost's skirt, the anger and anxiety on his face were obvious.However, the action of applying the medicine is always gentle.

"I thought you were gone." Closing up his shirt, Fu Changting began to treat the scar on Han Ji's face.

It was only at this time every day that the ghost was willing to turn around and look at him.

"Where can I go?" Han Ji asked innocently.You are the leader of today's Taoists. With one order, all ghosts will submit, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you will not be able to avoid your net.

Fu Changting pursed his lips, and the palm on his neck suddenly exerted force.

Han Yu choked for breath and stopped talking.

Just for a moment, the Taoist relaxed again, and the face that was already close at hand moved closer, holding his scarred face, his eyes were full of pity, "I can go anywhere."

Ghost smiled meaninglessly, and was pulled into his arms and hugged tightly in the blink of an eye.

Han Yu didn't believe him.

Ever since he insisted on leaving the almonds and hawthorns in the village at the foot of the mountain, Fu Changting discovered that he no longer believed in him.The reason why he agreed to return to Zhongnan to heal his wounds was because he didn't want Xingren to suffer any more.In these years, in order to treat Han Ji's injuries, Rabbit Jing spent all the money he saved on buying medicines, even though those medicines didn't work at all.What's more, Han Yu later found out that the hawthorn was in Fu Changting's hands.

"They are not used to eating vegetarian food," Han Yu explained.

Fu Changting was silent.

The ghosts took precautions against him.Even though he was surprised to read the reworked "Zhongnanlu", he was still dubious and prepared for the day when he was taken to the Sanqing Palace for interrogation.

"Human beings and ghosts have different paths, where the cleanest and most upright places are, how can evildoers be allowed to run rampant?" He didn't want to enter Zhongnan through the main entrance, and he deliberately avoided all Zhongnan's disciples.On the first night back at Mount Zhongnan, he went to Siguo Cliff.

Fu Changting didn't want to disturb him, so he stood on the edge of the cliff and watched him sit quietly facing the wall.Under the blue night, the seriously injured ghost's figure fluttered, appearing and disappearing from time to time, as if it would be shredded by the bitter mountain wind in the next moment.In an instant, his clothes were wet with sweat, and his body was full of panic.

As the injury improved day by day, Guimei tentatively offered to leave, "I want to go to Wuzhou to see Chuyu."

Fu Changting replied calmly, "Wait until you recover."

He nodded, a little disappointment appeared in his eyes, and then quickly wiped it away, he was so obedient that he was not at all like the Han Ji who dared to bicker with him and made fun of him back then.

He was afraid of him and never trusted him again.Gone are the days of talking freely while warming a pot of wine under the moonlight.

Every night, when the ghost turned his head to avoid it, the Taoist who bowed his head and took the medicine seriously was full of panic.Because when the scab on the wound under his finger fell off, it was the day when Han Yu left. At that time, he had no reason to keep him.

Princess Linghua will live on the mountain for a while.The Taoist priests, big and small, were discussing vaguely in private that Her Highness the Princess made up her mind to live in Zhongnan.The little boy outside the door laughed and joked, "The holy decree only said that she would come, but it didn't say when she would leave."

"You said, if the head teacher came to Beijing, would she leave?"

"Of course... Huh? Can a Taoist priest marry a wife?"

"It's...it's okay to be vulgar."

Every family of children was spoiled by his group of out-of-shape seniors.

The ghost sat in the corner and casually flipped through the book.The booklet left by Fu Changting became thicker and thicker.Master Zhang, who has so many things to do every day, is so busy that he doesn't even have time to sit down and have a meal, but he always finds time to write down the contents of morning and evening lessons for him, and he never slacks off all day.

There is a beginning and an end, never halfway.This is also one of Fu Changting's principles of conduct.Ghost shook his head, thinking to himself, wooden Taoist priests are wooden Taoist priests after all, and they don't know how to be flexible.It's fine to just grab a disciple and grandchildren who can't transcribe and transcribe.

There was a sudden commotion outside the courtyard, and the Xiaodao boys who had gathered together to laugh immediately scattered like sparrows that had been startled flying.

Only a delicate female voice came from a distance, "Headmaster Fu is an outsider, so he shouldn't care about the red tape of the world. Please invite me in for a cup of tea. It doesn't seem shocking, does it?"

As expected of a woman who escaped from the flames of war, she was indeed bold and straightforward.

"This is the place where the poor live. It's shabby and simple. I'm afraid it will spoil your highness's eyesight." The teacher's straight and solemn voice sounded.

The ghosts in the house sighed again and again, they were so puzzled that they would not be able to marry a daughter-in-law even if they returned to the vulgar.

"Since it is Changting's Immortal Residence, Ling Hua has to go in to soak up some spiritual energy."

"His Royal Highness, I think it's inappropriate."

"Why?"

"Men and women have their own defenses." He said it righteously.

The princess on the other end was angry, and her voice was a little higher unconsciously, "That's all lay people's gossip. You and I are far away from the world of mortals, what are you doing with those old customs? Besides, you and I have no evil in our hearts. Why do you need to care about other people's eyes? What's more, what's more, what if it is? This is between me and Changting, and the emperor knows it. I don't think who dares to meddle in other people's business?"

"Your Highness the Princess!" She wanted to say more, but Fu Changting interrupted decisively, her voice was low and undeniable, "Every word can make money, and I hope the princess will respect herself."

And then, despite the princess pestering her repeatedly, the hard-tempered Master Headmaster never gave in, and with the resolute sentence "men and women can't get along with each other", Ling Hua stomped away angrily.

In the bedroom of the head teacher, Han Yu sat on a chair in the corner and listened quietly, and suddenly the corners of his mouth curled into a silent laugh.The aloof and arrogant Fu Zhangjiao refused to let the princess step into your courtyard, but hid an ugly ghost in his bedroom.Spread the word, who will believe it?

That night, a Taoist boy knocked on the door outside the room, "His Royal Highness, please go to the teacher."

Fu Changting paused for a moment, and then continued to stand in front of the table sorting out Han Ji's leftover plasters, "It's inconvenient at night, I'll go tomorrow morning."

Daotong responded, and hurriedly ran to reply.Sitting behind Fu Changting, Ghost couldn't help laughing.

Fu Changting turned around and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Han Yu looked at his rigid and serious face with great interest, "You really don't know?"

The princess seems to have a bad reputation.This is what the little boy outside the door said.Literati, young men and heroes, were all the guests of the princess.

"..."

"You..." Seeing his inexplicable expression, Gui Mei couldn't help sighing, "What a wooden Taoist."

Fu Changting put down the medicine bottle in his hand, took a step forward, and looked down at him from top to bottom, "What are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at you." Han Yu lowered his eyes, and the thick scab that had formed on his right cheek was still bright red, entangled in disorder on that once beautiful and fair face, "In the world, there are many handsome young heroes, young and There is only one handsome Zhong Nan headmaster, what a rarity..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly bent down, the smile on Ghost's face was still there, his eyes were like crescent moons, and his pupils were like starlight.Han Yu was caught off guard and looked at the approaching face of the Taoist foolishly.

Fu Changting's kiss fell on his lips, just like his behavior, straightforward, quick and decisive, "There is nothing unusual about Zhong Nan's head teacher."

So what is rare?Han Yu was stunned, half opened his mouth, and let his tongue go straight in.

The Taoist priest usually behaved politely, but the kiss at this moment was so strong that it was almost domineering.He leaned over and embraced him, entangled with him relentlessly, as if expressing endless longing.

While breathing, he also held his shoulder tightly, with deep eyebrows, looking straight into Han Yu's eyes, "You stay."

Three days later, the princess drove back to the palace.

Fu Changting led his disciples to see them off outside the mountain gate.The moment before leaving, Ling Hua looked back sadly, the woman who threatened to stay with him forever in Zhongnan could not withstand the loneliness and coldness in the mountains after all.

Sitting curled up in the shadows under the window, Han Yu casually listened to the Dao Tong outside talking about the situation that day.The princess's tears of reluctance, Zhangjiao Duanfang's ruthless face.

"The mind is like still water, without distracting thoughts. This is the realm of the gods." The little boy who knew nothing about the world smacked his lips in praise.

The ghost shook his head again and again, a Taoist priest who didn't know how to adapt, dared to refuse such a great honor as a princess marrying, this is going to pull all the Taoist priests all over the mountain to kill the nine clans with him!

When changing the dressing at night, I told Fu Changting so and so.There was a bit of sarcasm and a bit of ridicule in Guigui's words, and she spoke earnestly, with the tone of a senior uncle, "He Lianfeng has no sisters, and Ling Hua is a real golden branch and jade leaf. Even if we can't make a husband and wife, we should show some affection, It's easy to talk in the future. Why do you have to be so clean? After the Zhongnan sect, you really didn't ask her?"

Fu Changting stopped his hands, straightened up, and stared at him blankly.Under the candlelight, a pair of black pupils flickered indefinitely, intricately.

Han Yu was inexplicably startled by him, and then he sneered and said, "Isn't that what your Zhongnan faction has been up to from the beginning to the end? When Jin Yunzi sent you down the mountain, the name was to kill Tianjizi, but it was actually to get acquainted with new people. Emperor, help the new emperor ascend the throne, so that he owes Zhong Nan a favor, doesn’t he?”

Emperor Xing Yunyun is a legend among ordinary people.In the eyes of cultivators, it is a secret.Peeking at three points of the sky is enough to put the world in the palm of your hand.A cultivator outside the world of mortals is outside the world, but he can't let go of a heart full of mortals.

As a human being, you don't have to worry about daily necessities, rice, oil and salt?Which scripture scroll does not cost money?As soon as I open my eyes every day, even the nest of mice in the kitchen in the back mountain opens their mouths and waits to eat.Zhongnan Taoism is like a cloud, if it is not the royal family, who in the world can afford to support such a huge family business?Is it true that the disciples and grandchildren all over the mountain drink the northwest wind?

Under the contemptuous eyes of the ghost, the Taoist remained silent for a long time.

Raising his hand slowly, he frowned, rubbing his scarred cheek with the palm of his hand.The plaster made by Zhong Nan can heal the wound of thunder and fire, but it can't remove the scar left after the injury.Thick, uneven scabs twisted and crisscrossed, from the right side of the forehead to the chin, firmly entrenched on the formerly beautiful and handsome face.Even after the scab had fallen off, the wrinkled skin and auburn scars would have completely ruined his face.

"When did you know?" After a long silence, Fu Changting slowly approached, with the tip of his nose touching, the ghost could almost feel his breathing.

He admitted it.It's rare that Headmaster Fu, who keeps sighing for the country and the people, is willing to admit to him such a disgraceful little thought of the Zhongnan School.

Turning his face away suddenly, Han Ji didn't want to be distracted to explore why the pity in the eyes of the Taoist at the moment came from, "I didn't feel this kind of thing at the time, but after thinking about it later, I will understand it all."

Why did Fu Changting choose the time to go down the mountain after He Lianfeng won three cities in one night?Why did you choose Qin Lanxi instead of King Lu Jing?Why the dull and reticent Fu Changting instead of other more worldly and tactful disciples?

The group of old Taoist priests on Zhongnan Mountain are the real insight into everything.

The world is like chess, the princes and kings use the country as the scale of the chess, the civil servants and military generals are the sons, you come and go, it is a joy.And he, and the people they called Li Min, are not even pawns, but just a layer of dust.Between raising his hand, he was ruthlessly brushed away by his sleeve.

King Lu Jing lost, a crushing defeat.Tianjizi is dead, and the law of heaven is obvious.He Lianfeng won, sitting on the world.Fu Changting became a national teacher, and the Zhongnan School gained both fame and fortune.And what about Han Yu?What did the ghost in front of him get?A seriously injured body, a broken face, and the phrase "you deserve it".

The new wind was strong, and the whining sound of the wind echoed outside the window, shrill as if weeping.The candles in the room fluttered and jumped with the wind.Fu Changting half-kneeled on the ground, raised his head, and clutched the armrests on both sides of the armchair with both hands.Han Yu still refused to look back.What fell into Fu Changting's eyes was only a fragmented profile, covered with scars and shocking.

"I'm sorry." Fu Changting said.

Han Yu blinked and said, "It's all over." With a calm tone and a meaningless tone, he had already let go of everything.

It's just that even at this moment, he still doesn't want to look at him.

Unable to resist the depression, Fu Changting lowered his face, only his hands were still tightly clenched and refused to let go, "Do you want to go to Wuzhou to see the first rain?"

I don't understand why he asked this suddenly, but Guimei was caught off guard.

Fu Changting stopped talking, and when he got up, the tall figure almost completely covered Han Yu who was sitting on the chair.

"You said, you have to wait for me to recover from my injury..." I'm afraid it's just an excuse to recover from my injury.Who knows, after recovering from his injuries, he went to Wuzhou or the Hall of Inquiry of the Zhongnan Sect?Ghost replied casually.

The voice stopped abruptly, and he stared at the Taoist's heavy expression with wide eyes.The usually calm and pretentious man stood there with the candlelight behind his back, his lotus crown half-lowered, and his lips pursed into a line.Even though he forbears in every possible way, sadness still spreads from his eyes, occupying his entire face in an instant.

"May I take you to see Chu Yu?"

This time, he asked lightly.The tone of voice was so weak that it seemed like a flame that would be extinguished at any moment.

"Don't be joking." Na Na opened his mouth, Han Yu came back to his senses, turned his face away again, and said solemnly, "The place where demons and ghosts gather is not the place where Headmaster Zhong Nan should go."

Still don't believe it, Han Yu doesn't believe him.In an instant, his eyes were full of disappointment.Fu Changting took a step forward, trying to make him understand, "There is nothing unusual about Zhong Nan's teacher!"

"I know." Ghost closed his clothes lazily, got up and turned his back to him and said, "It's getting late, isn't Master Headmaster still asleep?" In a tone of reluctance to talk.

Fu Changting was speechless.

Before leaving, he stood in front of the door and said in a low voice, "heal the injury first."

Han Yu nodded.

After a long time, Fu Changting's sigh still lingered in the room.

About half a day later, the decree was delivered in the middle of the capital, not the sad news of ransacking the family and destroying the family, but an endless stream of various rewards.The government officials who see the wind and the rudder move accordingly, and a long line of offering gifts and offering incense is lined up, winding from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain.

Xiao Daotong, who was always chattering in front of the door, bit his finger enviously, "Look, this is our head teacher Zhong Nan! He is beautiful and decent. When he went to the capital, even the general came out of the city to pick him up. In the world, such a How many can there be?"

There were repeated praises countless times.Suddenly, another timid voice sounded, "However, the head teacher is also very busy. Sometimes, there is no time to even have a sip of tea."

The snow fell silently.In the clean world covered in silver, the breath of sandalwood from the Sanqing Hall is lingering in the nostrils, and the ghosts in the house and the children outside the door are lost in thought.

Fu Changting is very busy, Zhong Nan is not a good job as a teacher, and the national teacher is a life-threatening job.The group of leisurely uncles, uncles, and uncles in the sect are all not easy-going lamps.After practicing for 80 years and [-] years, even a grass can become a spirit, let alone a living person?

Vaguely, Han Yu could guess what Fu Changting was up to.He couldn't help but sneer in his heart, Zhongnan Mountain was where he was born, grew up, and died.Now it seems that in the end, the soul will be scattered here.

Shaking his head, the little Taoist boys didn't know where to go to be mischievous.Pushing the lattice window open a small crack, the whistling wind blows towards the face with biting cold air.Looking at the snowflakes all over the sky, Guimei secretly decided where to go tonight.

Hawthorn and Almond live in a small village at the foot of the mountain.The field outside the house is Zhongnan's property.The two monsters transformed into human figures grandly declared that they were hired by Taoist priests on Zhongnan Mountain to help guard the fields.Zhong Nan's disciples came and went, but no one came to expose them.Come to think of it, someone must have taken care of it specially.Master Fu is always considerate and considerate in handling affairs.

Not far from here is the small courtyard where Han Ji lived.Time flies, and the sea changes.Ghost's small courtyard surrounded by low fence walls has long since disappeared.It is said that a Taoist priest on the mountain originally intended to build a house here to live in seclusion, but it is a pity that it is not appropriate to build it in the middle of the farmland.Gradually, this matter was no longer mentioned.

Shanzha mysteriously told Han Ji that according to the villagers, it was only two years ago that the Zhongnan faction bought this field, and it was about the time when Fu Changting returned to Zhongnan Qingxiu after Tianjizi's death.

After the chubby civet cat finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at Han Yu without blinking, his eyes were full of questions like "Master, did you understand what I said?"

The ghost poked its belly, which was about to burst its clothes, and praised its cooking skills with a smile.Hawthorn stretched her neck and wanted to say something else.Han Yu had already turned around to talk to Xingren.

There is also a low fence outside the small courtyard of mountain plants and almonds, and the tip of the fence is covered with snow, which is white and crystal clear.

Han Ji could see the warm yellow light and shadow on the wallpaper from a distance. When he walked to the door, the aroma of white rice cakes filled his nostrils, and he could hear the two of them bickering intermittently, "Hurry up, pick it up, steam it again."

"Don't worry, the longer you steam it, the more fragrant it will be."

"It sticks to the teeth after steaming for a long time."

"Hee hee, that's because your teeth are bad..."

The ghost stood in front of the door and couldn't help laughing.On the yellow window paper, there are two completely different silhouettes, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin.The thin ones intercepted left and right, and the fat ones fled around.

"You, you, you...you bullied me! I want to tell the master."

"The master is on the mountain, he can't hear you."

"you you you……"

"Ping-pong-pong", "dingling-dangling"... I tripped over a chair, smashed a bowl, and a large washbasin of glutinous rice flour scattered down, both of them turned into disfigured faces.

Han Yu pushed the door open and entered, pointing at the two ugly slaves and laughing hahaha.

Hawthorn and Xingren are doing very well now, bickering and holding up the bar, and the day has passed in a lively manner.The civet cat couldn't forget the white rice cakes in the inn in Qujiang City, and he made it like a gourd, and the taste was not bad.The rabbit had a heart, and urged him to make two more drawers, and sold them in the town while they were hot during the market, and the business was unexpectedly good.The small cash box made a "jingling" sound after a while.

When the rabbit mentioned money, his eyes lit up, and he grinned and said to Han Yu, "In addition to selling cakes, we also have wages every month."

Gui Mei raised her eyebrows upon hearing this, "Oh?"

"The Taoist gave it to us, saying that it was the wages for hiring us to look at the land."

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I realized that I seemed to have said something I shouldn't have said.Rabbit Jing suddenly stopped talking, and looked at Han Ji timidly.

Ghost didn't care at all, turned his eyes, pointed to a wooden box on the table and asked, "What is this? Almonds, where did you get them from?"

Rabbits love all shiny things, why do they even bring wood home now?Without waiting for their answer, Han Ji got up to watch.It is an exquisitely crafted food box. The maroon wooden box is made into the shape of a huge lotus leaf. The paint is smooth and the materials are exquisite. You can tell at a glance that it is not from an ordinary family.

Han Yu looked at Shanzha suspiciously, "Who brought the dim sum?"

The civet cat muttered, lowering its head and not daring to speak out.

Han Yu understood, "He has been here?"

"Come here yesterday." Seeing the ghost's face suddenly retracted, Xingren replied in a low voice, and hurriedly grabbed the civet cat's sleeve and pulled it forward, "It was rewarded by the palace. Daoist, no, he, he said, Hawthorn probably likes to eat it .So...it's all Hawthorn's fault, master, I ignored him."

"Go, go, you still haven't paid him any attention? Who is the first one to rush out the door every time the wages are paid at the end of the month?"

"It's your gluttony!"

"You are greedy for money!"

Talking and talking will start arguing again.

Han Yu sat quietly on the side, his face couldn't see whether he was happy or angry for a while, "He comes every month?"

The monster stopped making noise, and lowered its head timidly again, "It's not sure. Sometimes it comes less often, for ten days and a half months. Sometimes it comes more often, just come and see in three or five days."

"What is he here for?" Ghost continued.