After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Master Song stood up: "Master."

"I still remember Master, not bad."

Brother Lingxiang flicked his legs and jumped off the wall. Yang Chuan watched her fluent movements, and silently swallowed back the phrase "who wants to be my aunt".

His eyes brightened: "Hello, grandma!"

Brother Lingxiang: "...?"

Yang Chuan has long heard that Master Song's kung fu was taught by his master. Even if Master Song is so powerful, wouldn't his master be even more powerful?

Brother Lingxiang took a step back, avoiding Yang Chuan's enthusiastic flattery, and asked cautiously, "What do you want to do?"

Yang Chuan restrained his smile, rubbed his hands together and said, "I don't want to do anything, just ask how you practiced martial arts."

Brother Lingxiang was stunned, and stretched out his hand and said, "It's nothing, it's just more practice, plus talent—do you know how old I am now?"

She was dressed in a white Taoist robe, she couldn't tell her age from her appearance, and her voice couldn't be heard. Yang Chuan looked at her for a long time and shook his head sincerely.

Brother Lingxiang hooked his lips and smiled in satisfaction, raised three fingers and shook: "I am now forty. Hard work can make up for weakness. If you want to practice like me, it will not be easy."

Master Song drove away Yang Chuan who was yelling "I can learn! Auntie, do you still lack apprentices?!", and then his ears became clear. He sighed, turned around and saw that he hadn't had time to say anything to him just now. Brother Lingxiang sat on a stone bench under the willow tree, staring at the chess game on the table without moving.

Master Song closed the door, made sure that there was no one in the courtyard, and the hidden guards guarding the dark place were nowhere to be seen, so he asked, "Master... those hidden guards?"

"Don't worry, it's all right," Brother Lingxiang turned his head, "I asked Luan Luan to go to Jingxiu, and he transferred him away."

Master Song nodded and sat down at the stone table: "Luan Luan is here too?"

Brother Lingxiang said helplessly: "Your other brothers and sisters also want to come. If I hadn't stopped them, I think they would have turned the world upside down."

Master Song didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why did Master suddenly think of coming to me? Why did he bring Luan Luan alone?"

Brother Lingxiang twirled a chess piece on the chess board on the stone table to play, and said casually: "The epidemic is rampant in Dazhou, with heavy casualties. I heard the details of the epidemic, and Luan Luan told me that he knew the origin of the disease. That's why I brought him to find you."

"You should know that Luan Luan is from southern Xinjiang."

Today, the world is divided into two, one is the Western Zhou Dynasty, and the other is the Southern Xinjiang. Most of the Western Zhou Dynasty is from the Central Plains, and they are all people left over from the previous dynasty. A nation, or a country, is more like an ethnic group.

Southern Xinjiang and Great Zhou have been at odds for a long time, and after a few years, there will always be some friction and accidents as a reason to start a war.

The depletion of the Great Zhou treasury is not all due to the fact that the emperor has gradually become fatuous. Every year, a lot of silver will be deducted from the military pay and food. In order to prevent the coveted southern border from invading at any time, the troops of the Great Zhou must always maintain good combat power. , For this reason, there has also been a situation of redundant soldiers.

But these are all far away. What Brother Lingxiang wants to tell Master Song is actually not that complicated.

People in southern Xinjiang are more superstitious than Western Zhou, but their superstition is not in other aspects, but in luck and providence.

Legend has it that 200 years ago, a man traveled to the capital city of southern Xinjiang, and was found to be a master of things. The monarch invited him into the palace as a guest. He claimed that he had stepped into the Penglai fairyland. As a sacrifice on the spot, he showed the ability to call wind and rain, and relieved the drought in southern Xinjiang for several months.

The monarch was overjoyed and worshiped him as a national teacher.

Hearing this, Master Song couldn't help but asked, "So he really lived for 200 years?"

Brother Lingxiang: "..."

Jing Xiu, who dozed off while holding the sword, said, "..."

Sitting in front of him, the young gentleman in red who explained every word with a stern face: "...No."

As soon as Master Song looked at his soft and fair face with a little baby fat, he felt itchy. Thinking that Song Shu also liked to keep a cold face like him, he couldn't help pinching his hands: "How do you know?"

An Luan slapped his hand away, a tinge of red on his fair and tender cheeks, which made his pretending serious expression a bit funny: "This is not important for now, what I want to talk about is something else. Senior brother, don't hit me!" break me."

Master Song withdrew his hand in a calm manner, with a nonchalant expression on his face: "You continue."

The origin of this national teacher is unknown, but the people in southern Xinjiang have seen many times that the national teacher turned the national crisis into an opportunity, and they all recognized this national teacher from the bottom of their hearts, and even handed over the conditions for the election of successive monarchs to him , It has become a situation that "the national teacher is above the king".

Everyone in southern Xinjiang now raises Gu, because the national teacher once said: Gu insects can help Southern Xinjiang restore the declining national fortune.

Regarding the influence of Gu cultivation in southern Xinjiang, the national teacher did not say a word.

"This has something to do with the current plague...?" Master Song asked, his eyelids twitched. He had a premonition that something was wrong, and a vague idea emerged in his heart.

An Luan nodded as expected: "The symptoms of the Great Zhou Plague this time are exactly the same as those of the people in southern Xinjiang who were infected by Gu insects."

An Luan is from southern Xinjiang. He is twelve years old and four years younger than Jing Xiu. He was picked up by monk Lingxiang at the border when he was seven years old. Together with other juniors and sisters, they were almost all brought up by Master Song. of.

He said a long time ago that he had no feelings for Nanjiang, so he would not deceive Master Song about this matter, so when he heard this sentence, Master Song only had a feeling of "it really is".

He said seriously: "You mean, this kind of Gu worm is only found in Southern Border?"

An Luan nodded again.

Brother Lingxiang knew what he was thinking, stretched his waist, propped his chin and said lazily: "I have also investigated on the way here, and those diseases are indeed similar to the symptoms of Gu poison that An Luan said. But There is one thing, the Gu insects raised by ordinary people in southern Xinjiang will only make people grow old if they bite people, but they will not make people die quickly."

Brother Lingxiang spread his hands and said, "And I don't know how to crack it. An Luan was still young when he left Southern Border, so he can't remember clearly. People in Southern Border never teach the way to crack Gu poison."

"We've heard that the saintesses from Southern Xinjiang are coming to pay tribute and offer sacrifices to the emperor in a few days. Maybe the court officials will know about this, and they can find a way to get the saints from her."

Master Song knew that Nanjiang would be offering sacrifices to the court in a few days, and it happened to coincide with the emperor's fiftieth birthday. If it was really their hands and feet...

Master Song was a little puzzled: "Master, when did you have the time to take care of these things?"

Brother Lingxiang smiled lightly: "This epidemic is strange. If it is not resolved, Da Zhou may not be able to last for too long...I can't just ignore the opportunity and let so many people die in front of my eyes."

Master Song pondered for a while and asked: "Is there a race in southern Xinjiang whose Gu poison is different from ordinary people?"

"Yes." This time it was An Luan who answered.

He looks like a porcelain doll, delicate and beautiful, but pale in complexion, red clothes and long hair make him look a bit feminine.In fact, if he doesn't speak up, Master Song will often subconsciously recognize him as a little girl: "The holy son or saintess of Southern Xinjiang... and the national teacher, the Gu worms they raise are different from ordinary people."

Speaking of this, the direction is already obvious. Master Song remembered that among the envoys who will pay tribute in a few days, there will be this saintess.

He wanted to ask again, when a fat pigeon suddenly fell from the wall of the yard, with an inconspicuous roll of white paper tied to its foot, it jumped on the wall twice, making a noise that made everyone look at it, Only then did he flap his wings in satisfaction, and flew to Master Song's hand.

Brother Lingxiang asked suspiciously, "Who wrote the letter?"

Isn't this Jingxiu's pigeon?

Master Song took the creed from its leg, and felt that there was nothing wrong with his master, so he responded, "Little Shu. He has been writing to me these days."

Hearing him calling so intimately, none of the people present thought it was a big deal. Brother Lingxiang even showed a "suddenly enlightened" expression, and leaned back on the chair again.

After reading the note, Master Song's expression froze slightly, and he raised his eyes to see their unsurprised expressions, and asked strangely, "Why don't you ask us why we send letters every day?"

Brother Lingxiang continued to play with her chess pieces: "Why do you ask?"

An Luan was expressionless: "Brother, aren't you just like the Second Young Master?"

Jing Xiu answered: "When you pass the capital, you must go back to the manor to see the second young master."

An Luan said "Oh": "By the way, you haven't been here for two years, have you forgotten the idea of ​​'wanting to be with the Second Young Master every day as long as there is a chance'?"

Brother Lingxiang: "That's really great."

What Jing Xiu wanted to say was finished, so he had to hold back a sentence for a long time: "...Wow."

"..."

Master Song couldn't bear it anymore: "When did I say something like 'As long as there is a chance, I want to stick with the Second Young Master every day'?"

Brother Lingxiang: "Of course you never said that."

An Luan: "You just thought about it in your heart. Now that we have guessed it, are you angry?"

Jing Xiu: "...Wow."

Master Song really wanted to knock a few hills on Jing Xiu's head: "Wow, wow, are you a wah wah fish?"

Jing Xiu was at a loss: "What is a wahwa fish?"

Master Song was tired and didn't want to talk to the three master and apprentice.

He was still puzzled at first, Song Shu always sent him a letter with a pigeon on his waist, telling him what happened today, and what he found - did something happen today that made him send the letter in advance?

As expected, the letter was as concise as ever, with a few sentences telling him about meeting Luo Fang again today, and——

The second princess Luo Jiao sent him a message.

At that time, Luo Jiao rushed towards him, and Song Shu was caught off guard. Apparently, Luo Fang didn't expect that. Although he stopped him halfway, Luo Jiao did touch Song Shu's sleeve.

It was at that short moment of contact that Luo Jiao threw a handkerchief into his cuff, and Song Shu held it calmly, and when the others were busy comforting Luo Jiao, he quietly put the handkerchief on his sleeve. It's stuffed inside.

Luo Jiao was indeed playing dumb, they guessed right.

Lian hadn't contacted her for such a long time, and now, as soon as they met, she blatantly stuffed a veil over her, and secretly kept Chen Cang with Song Shu under Luo Fang's nose.

But the two cooperated tacitly and seamlessly, and they succeeded.

It was not until he left the palace and returned to the carriage that he took out the veil and saw a line written on it:

See you tonight in the forest outside the South Gate Palace.

The writing is a beautiful "Jiao" character.