Suo Jinling

"Our people are all blond-haired and blue-eyed like me. I have forgotten what that person looks like after so many years," the fairy official said with a smile, "The little general finally climbed up, so he only asks these things?"

"I don't want to do anything else." Chen Jing unconsciously glanced at the bed, wrinkling his nose slightly, "Why did you come to be this fairy official? Could it be that this matter of praying for wind and rain... can only be done by you ?”

"The little general is really smart," said the immortal official, "There are two main bloodlines that have been passed down by my people. Apart from the Avalokitesvara blood, it is the art of reaching the sky. The two bloodlines only appear once in hundreds of years. There will be a lot of waste to be done, and the two of us should work together to keep one side in good weather, but the traitor is reckless in nature, reckless in doing things, and he is still missing at this moment. The world is not benevolent and treats everything as a dog. My people are against the sky. be punished."

A burst of coolness hit, the fairy official wrapped tightly in white gauze, covered his lips with his sleeve and coughed continuously.

"If you want to succeed, the right time, the right place, and the right people are indispensable," Chen Jing said. "As long as the person is still alive, he will be found one day. If what you said is true, you can find that person in the future and bring the grass back. Give it to you, is it all right?"

"What the little general said is very true," said the immortal official, "With the grass that kills my heart, I can regain my health and keep Daliang in good weather forever."

Chen Jing nodded: "Understood, you should go to bed early."

As soon as the words were finished, before the fairy officials could say anything, Chen Jing had already crawled out along the window lattice, slid to the bottom of the pagoda, and went back to his own hall.

Chen Jing lay on the bed, rubbed out the jade bracelet under the pillow, and silently held it in his palm.

The jade bracelet didn't seem to be warm enough to hold, he stroked it back and forth several times, only to feel a cold hand.

He didn't know how true or false what this fairy official said, but everyone in the court is a human spirit, if the ability to call wind and rain is all fake, the fairy official would not live in the Qintian Prison, let alone when doing things. There are dignitaries vying to be the first to bow down.

The fairy official said that all of their clansmen were blond and blue-eyed, so could Bai Qing also be their clansman?

Chen Jing leaned back on the couch, racked his brains to recall a lot, only felt that he was a piece of rice paper to Bai Qing, but Bai Qing was hazy to himself, and couldn't remember anything clearly.

Even if you are a hunter, you will not ride on a wolf and wander in the wind and snow.

There are tens of thousands of hunters in the world, and when they meet wolves, they must be grateful for not being eaten. How can they control them in turn.

It is said that he and his grandfather depended on each other for life before, but these words are all without evidence, and it is impossible to know whether it is true or not.

Chen Jing rolled up the quilt, nestled into a ball, buried his head in it, and beat his head with his hand bitterly.

There were many doubts and mist, and I didn't know which sentence was true and which sentence was false. Maybe it was half-truth and half-false, just to lure him into the bait.

And he was really like a fish on a fishing rod, being pulled around by the long line, chasing the bait and running around, unable to touch any consciousness.

I really am a fool.

Believe what other people say, listen to what others say, and what is the difference from a fool.

As the night was getting darker, Chen Jing clutched the jade bracelet and fell asleep in a daze. In the next few days, another post station came to report that it was heavy rain in the Guandong, and the downstream water surged up, and the victims were displaced.

Qin Tianjian tried again, after a few days the heavy rain stopped, and the postman thanked him and left. Chen Jing couldn't sleep that night, so he climbed the rope to the roof of the glazed palace and slept all night outside the tiles.

He spent a few days sleeping in the palace and outside the glazed palace. The third prince was scared out of his wits, and he didn't come for several months, but the fifth and sixth princes They have been here before, and the princes respect each other as guests on the open face, and they have done a lot of dirty things behind their backs. Chen Jing gradually understands that this Qintianjian is not only a place to reach the sky, but also a place where the allied princes can communicate with each other. I don't know what else is hidden in the secret tunnel hidden in the wall. Maybe there is everything in the bed, mattress, brazier, wine and meat, enough for them to feast on, and they can dig a tunnel to escape from the imperial city in a crisis.

It's a pity that the plans of the princes all fell through.

Chen Jing silently slandered in private that the Holy Majesty listened to the government behind the curtain and asked for elixir, and refused to show up all day long. Instead, he controlled the court and took into account the balance of all parties, and did not give these princes a chance to fight for power.

Time flies and time flies. Chen Jing lived in the imperial city for half a year. During this period, he exchanged letters with his brother and sister-in-law. He learned that his sister-in-law is getting better, but she still needs to stay in bed and cannot walk around at will. In just a few words, Mr. has opened two new private schools. Not only are the parents in the city overwhelmed to send their children in, but even people from nearby cities have dragged their families over and insisted on moving chairs to listen outside.

But only my brother and sister-in-law wrote back and forth. The husband never took the initiative to write anything. Chen Jing knew that their correspondence was checked by others. Maybe the husband didn’t want to expose himself, so he understood it on his own and didn’t mention it in his reply. gentlemen.

In the past half a year, people from various post stations still came to report from time to time, saying that there was a sudden severe drought, heavy rain, heavy snow, etc. in such and such a place, please ask the Qin Tianjian to ask for orders from the sky, and all the immortal officials responded one by one. When there is no neglect, Chen Jing sometimes night When you step on the top of the glazed pagoda and lift the tiles, you will see the immortal official sitting by the window drinking wine, the night wind blows the tail of hair, rustling around his neck, the immortal official is still wearing the white gauze, as if he does not know the cold, that He drank half of the spirits and spilled half of them, some of which were stained on his fingers and scribbled on the tiles.

The fairy official had a handsome face, but his face became paler and his lips became redder, as if smeared with blood.

The Liuli Palace is always deserted, and there are people who come to deliver three meals a day. The dishes are rich and delicious, but the fairy officials don't think about eating, so they pick up the cakes instead of putting them in their mouths, but grind them between their fingers, and let the cakes break into pieces It fell down and sprinkled on the plate one after another.

Those big fish and meat didn't move at all, they took them away as they came, the fairy officials hated these, always pinched their noses to avoid them, and pushed the plates eight hundred feet away.

If he had done the religious service that day, the immortal official would cough continuously at night, wrap himself in the quilt, and buried himself in it drowsily, with only a few strands of forehead hair emerging, rustling on the pillow.

Once or twice can be explained by coincidence, but it is definitely not fake after three or five times. Chen Jing gradually believes that the technique of reaching the sky is real. The body of the immortal official can be seen to decay with the naked eye. Although it is not so weak, it is far less healthy than ordinary people.

In the imperial city, you can always see envoys from all sides. Even if you are heartless, you will get more news than before. If we are threatened by natural disasters and wars again, we don't know when the people will be safe.The memorials always come like snowflakes, piled up into hills, and Chen Jing also gradually realized that the casualties caused by strong winds, rains, floods and severe droughts are far more than those caused by wars. But he didn't expect anything in return, living in the Qintian Prison every day was like living in a prison.

One day Chen Jing couldn't stay on the glazed roof, slid in three steps and grabbed the jug in two steps, and threw it on the wall with a bang: "Stop drinking!"

The fairy official's face was flushed, he burped lazily, and used his hands and feet to grab the bottle, but was pulled back by the back of his neck by Chen Jing, and he was pulled to the window to blow air: "Sober and sober! Let's see what you look like!"

"Please, little general," the fairy official lay on the window, the smell of alcohol was overflowing, and the corners of his eyes were covered with thin frost, "At any rate... let me get drunk for a while."

Chen Jing suddenly let go, and staggered back a few steps.

Don't think about it anymore.

This is not Bai Qing.

This is not the general's mansion.

Bai Qing had left him and left.

Standing in the corner, Chen Jing pinched the center of his eyebrows with his fingers, rubbed them once and for all, the corners of his forehead ached and twitched continuously, like a small hammer beating, ding ding dong dong, the smell of the wine was just casual, and he knew it was a good wine , the pot in Xianguan's hand was broken, and he groped to get a new one from the plate. Unfortunately, before the lid of the pot was opened, he felt a pain in the back of his neck, and his eyes turned black and he fell to the ground. Chen Jing threw him on the ground. On the bed, they picked up the quilt and threw it indiscriminately, and piled it on people's bodies.

Chen Jing didn't go back that night.

He sat in a corner, sniffing the smell of alcohol in the room in a daze, grabbed his hair with his fingers, and pulled out a few strands fiercely.

Forget it.

Forget it, forget it, forget it.

Why can't I forget it.

Why is it like a nightmare, lingering in his chest, making him unable to let go.

The next day, the sky was dim, and the immortal officials were still drunk, Chen Jing jumped out of the hall and left, went straight to the martial arts arena, smashed several wooden stakes, and gasped for breath.

Practice day after day, day after day, he can feel that his posture is stronger, his body becomes firmer and stronger, his chest, abdomen and forearm muscles are swollen, his original clothes can no longer fit, the wooden stakes are cracked, and he can walk through Yang with a hundred steps. The ability has advanced to a higher level, and even the climbing technique, which is not good at it, has improved a lot compared to before.

He sometimes went to sit on the top of the glazed pagoda by himself, he knew what the immortal officials were doing, and the immortal officials knew what he was doing, the two of them were inexplicably tacit, one was drunk inside, the other was sitting alone outside, Leaning on the glazed tiles and looking up at the moon, the jade bracelet was twirling on his finger, the heat was fleeting, and he put it in his arms.

Saying that we will meet again in the end... is a lie to him.

Little liar.

Little liar without a word of truth in his mouth.

Chen Jing tossed and turned, shaking the tiles creaking and creaking, a piece of jade bouncing from the bottom, ding-dong hit the top, the fairy officer smiled and said: "Since the little general can't sleep, why don't you come in and be my drinking companion?"

Chen Jing didn't say anything, got up and went into the window, with a sullen face: "I don't drink, and you are not allowed to drink."

The fairy official was still lying on the window, his face was flushed, his hair was sticking to his neck, his eyes drooped as he shook, and he yawned in a daze: "I think the general is also strictly disciplined in the mansion, and the little general he raised is so boring. .”

"It has nothing to do with you," Chen Jing said coldly, "Since you are unwilling, then don't be this fairy official."

The fairy officer was stunned, giggled, his shoulders trembled, his eyes were red, he kicked away the wine cup, put his arms on the window lattice, and sat on it with his legs, his sleeves were blown by the wind, The bright moon above the head, the abyss below the feet, can't even touch a support.

Chen Jing's brows were furrowed, and his chest twitched heavily. There was no canopy underneath, and he would surely die if he fell.

"Little general, do you know who is the happiest person in the world?"

The fairy official curled up his legs, his eyes were crooked and smiling, like a fox that just stole fresh fruit, curling up its long fluffy tail and swinging back and forth.

"Who is the happiest?"

Chen Jing exhaled heavily.

"The happiest is the one who has no worries and cares," the fairy official shook his body, and the white gauze trembled. , is really happy."

"It's easy to say," Chen Jing said, "People have parents and relatives since they were born, and they still have friends and friends when they grow up. How can we throw them away and treat others as nothing?"

"There are tens of millions of people in the world, how can you judge others by yourself," the fairy official said with a smile, "Although you and I can't do it, there are others who can do it. Since the little general is here, how about being my drinking companion?"

Chen Jing was worried that if he said no, the immortal officer would turn his body backwards, so he leaned over and picked up the wine cup, poured himself a glass, and slowly poured it into his stomach.

The spirit of alcohol evaporated, the heart and limbs were surrounded by heat, not as cold as before, the two sat one by the window and the other sat on the ground, and there was no sound before each other, only drinking one cup at a time, the immortal was exhausted, and after a short while Dazed, he was carried back to the couch by Chen Jing. Chen Jing's eyes were clear and sober. He had never been drunk since the young man left. No matter how strong the wine he drank, he would remain sober. A ball, thrown whole in the corner.

Chen Jing returned to his palace and had a dream overnight.

Since the boy left, he hasn't had a dream for a long time, and he rarely even raises the flag in the morning, but this night he and the boy turned each other's heads. What happened, the boy was in pain with tears in his eyes, and the tears did not fall, but in the end he was like a baby with unremoved nipple hair, crying on the boy's neck, and strangled the boy into thin slices, crying and saying that you can leave , I'm with you too, don't leave me here.

The next day, he woke up with his pants and pillow cloth soaked. Chen Jing's face was ashen all day long, and he smashed all the wooden stakes in the martial arts field, leaving none behind.

As the son of the general's family in Zhenbei, there are countless sons of aristocratic families who come to Chen Jing to drink and eat meat. There are many flower shops outside the imperial city. Jing rejected it several times, he really couldn't touch others' face anymore, so he had to go with him a few times, the rest of the people drank three rounds, and spent the spring night with Mei Jiao Niang, leaving him in black clothes, stiffly standing there pouring himself Drinking by himself, the cold air filled the surroundings, so that the beauty did not dare to come forward, let alone drink with him.

Several times, the princes of the aristocratic family suspected that he was not close to women, so they replaced him with handsome and handsome young men. From young to old, from fat to thin, from literati to military commanders, they searched all kinds of places and gave them to Chen Jing. When it was brought to him, Chen Jing couldn't bear it anymore, threw the table and wine and drove them all out. Now there is no one to make a match, because the sons of the aristocratic family privately rumored that he would not | Stepped out half of them, and then retracted all of them one after another.

Chen Jing can tolerate others criticizing him, saying that it doesn't matter if he is not close to women or men, but he just doesn't mention one thing... But I can't bear it anymore.

But there is no way to prove it by yourself. You can't stand on a high platform and shout to the sky, proclaiming that you are "peerless in the world".

Chen Jing was sullen and unhappy with this un|prestige, but fortunately his brother and sister-in-law sent a letter to relieve some worries, Chen Jing read the letter and gradually frowned.

The eldest brother said in the letter that Beiyi has been acting frequently recently, eyeing the surrounding tribes with covetous eyes, going to provoke them again and again, and has already incorporated two tribes, and one of the leaders is desperate to fight. When charging, he rides a white horse and wears a Shura mask. He has an ugly appearance and is known as the ghost-faced Shura. Everyone in the surrounding tribes is arrogant and unwilling to confront him head-on.

Chen Jing grabbed the rice paper and crumpled it into a ball in his palm?

Everyone is in danger and unwilling to fight head-on?

Interesting, I would like to meet in person.