[Tianlong] Re-embracing Yanzhi and looking for Xiaoyao

Memorized six full volumes of "The Taigong Art of War" from beginning to end.He was too young and ignorant, and he didn't understand at all what is "the one who survives does not exist, because he worries about death; Between the two times, wonder is coming from the source of infinity." His mother taught him to recite, and he forced himself to memorize, so he stumbled and forgot the next sentence after reciting the last sentence, and his mother was so angry that she took a whip and beat him severely. his back.He was only nine years old, and he was in so much pain that he was crying, begging, and reciting. Outside the door, Brother Deng and Brother Gongye were also persuading him, but his mother's whip was getting heavier and heavier, covering him so densely that there was nowhere to hide.

"Zhuzi is extremely stupid! How can Gusu Murong have such an unworthy child! If any of you try to persuade me, I will pump harder! Just let him know that if he doesn't work hard enough, he is not worthy of the four 'Gusu Murong'. Character!"

Big Brother Deng and Second Brother Gongye didn't make any noise, and he himself didn't dare to cry and beg. By the time he finished reciting six volumes and 59 chapters of "The Grand Duke's Art of War", it was already from dusk to dawn.The mother looked at him with red eyes, "Mother stayed up all night, not to whip you, but to teach you that you are a child of the Murong family in Gusu, so you should not relax for a day. Your father worked hard and gave birth early. Huafa, the purpose is to make you the best person in this world one day, if you are stubborn, how can you be worthy of him, how can you be worthy of your mother?"

When he was young, he hugged his mother's leg and wailed and sobbed. The wound on his back was bleeding profusely, but his mother pulled her leg away from him, "The descendants of the Murong family in Gusu can only bleed but not cry! You worthless He looks really unworthy of the word 'Gusu Murong'!" Then he left, leaving him kneeling on the ground alone.

Since then, he has been studying and practicing martial arts non-stop. In the hearts of Azhuabi and his cousin, he is a son-in-law, capable of both civil and martial arts, and omnipotent; .They treated him with respect and thoughtfulness, and no one treated him better than them except his parents.But after his father passed away, he still felt lonely and lonely.Until one day, through the thin bamboo door, someone asked him softly, "Are you... willing?"

For so many years, no one has ever asked, are you willing to bear these burdens?Just because of this sentence, he couldn't sleep at night, and he has been thinking about it for many years.

He was in a trance in the dark, as if he had returned to Yanziwu in summer. He opened the letter from Yanzhi, and the words between the lines were "North Qiaofeng". Suddenly snatched the letter paper, looked at it for a moment and sighed: "Fuguan, have you ever remembered your father's last words?"

He has always served his mother with the utmost filial piety. When his mother asked him, he dared not refuse to answer: "The father told the child at the end of his life that there is no other major event in the world except for the rejuvenation of the Great Yan. You can let it go, and as for the love between men and women...you don't have to take it to heart." After saying this, he suddenly understood what his mother meant.

"Your man from the Murong family in Gusu is worthy of great responsibility in the world, but he can't be a woman's husband. Your father has already done wrong to Wan Ru, and I will never allow you to do wrong to her daughter. Re-official, you can marry anyone in the future. Your great cause, whether it is a princess of a kingdom or a daughter of a wealthy family, even your cousin who holds thousands of secret books of Langhuan Paradise, but I will not allow you to provoke Yan Zhi for the fame and connections of Divine Doctor Xue!"

He looked at his mother blankly. He had never thought about it before, but she was the only one who understood him so well, so how could he be willing to miss it.He wanted to obediently say "My child understands." But he couldn't say it no matter what, but there was a gentle voice in his ear that pityed: "Why don't you live for yourself..."

How would he live for himself, his father died for him, his mother lived for him.He will travel all over his life, thinking about the rejuvenation of the country, he really shouldn't take the love of his children too seriously, and he never intends to let her know his thoughts, so he never thought of taking off the mask to teach She recognized herself.However, as if in this blurred and chaotic dream, her beautiful face appeared in front of his eyes. He seemed to have held her hand and called her Ah Zhi. He must have been dreaming this dream for too long. The more beautiful the dream, the heavier the reality will appear.

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Murong Fu opened his eyes, but what he saw was a yellow pockmarked face, it was the mask he used to wear in Xixia.Seeing Murong Fu's stupefied look, Yanzhi felt it was funny, but he didn't take off the mask, instead he deliberately said in a harsh voice: "You're awake! What are you still doing in a daze! Drink the medicine!"

Murong Fu looked down at the hands holding the bowl in front of him, the nails were pink and slender like jade, more gentle and beautiful than the white porcelain bowl.An inexplicable warmth surged up in Murong Fu's chest, but he recalled that blurred dream, and said with a sense of alienation in his tone: "Miss Xue..."

Yan Zhi was very shy when he called her Ah Zhi, but now she heard him call him so politely and distantly, but she couldn't help feeling angry, stood up abruptly, and said coldly: "Mr. Neither her surname is Xue, nor her name!" After finishing speaking, she pushed open the door and left angrily.She was dressed in men's clothes at this time, it was just for convenience, and she was wearing this mask just to avoid running into Xiao Xiao's rascals when she went out to buy medicine for Murong Fu. Trouble.

After leaving the room, she sighed, then went downstairs to find a table and sat down, and asked Xiaoer to serve two baskets of steamed stuffed buns.She also thought in her heart that the money for staying in the hotel, buying medicine and eating steamed stuffed buns was all she got from Murong Fu, and she didn't know how many more days it would last, but fortunately Murong Fu had already woken up.Just remembering his polite and alienated appearance just now, Yan Zhi felt angry, and took another bite of the meat bun.

She was biting the buns boldly when she suddenly heard a familiar voice, "Shopkeeper, please serve some vegetarian dishes to the little monk." As soon as the words fell, the buns in Yanzhi's hands immediately rolled to the ground.

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17 Farewell

When Yanzhi saw Jiumozhi, her first thought was that she must owe him a lot of money in her previous life... When she was in Dali, she would be caught by him while walking on the road, and when she was in Gusu, she would be caught by him when she was rowing on Taihu Lake. Take it away, and now she will meet this great monk while eating steamed buns in Wuxi, how deep is her relationship with Jiumozhi! !

Seeing Jiumozhi turn around, Yanzhi lowered her head in panic and raised the teacup. Seeing the reflection in the cup, she suddenly realized that she was now wearing Li Yanzong's mask. Jiumozhi couldn't recognize her at all, and secretly scolded herself extremely suspicious.

However, Jiumozhi is not an ordinary person, he has deep internal energy and sensitive five senses, as soon as he entered the inn, he found that the yellow-faced man sitting by the window was breathing stagnantly.He practiced and retreated in Tubo for more than ten years, and had not set foot in Central China for many years.I don't remember meeting this person these days.However, ever since he was teased by A Zhu in Qinyun Xiaozhu last time, he knew that Zhongyuan's disguise is very clever.Jiumozhi was always vigilant, so he deliberately walked past the man's table, with a dignified smile on his face, looking gentle and harmless, but out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of the yellow-faced man holding the teacup, but he couldn't help but tighten his fingers. Slender, looking at the waist under the men's clothes, it is obviously thin and slender, and this person's breathing is long, so he must have practiced the orthodox inner strength method.

Jiumozhi paused in his steps, then flicked the rosary in his hand and flicked it towards her. Yanzhi thought he could escape the catastrophe, but unexpectedly Jiumozhi made a sudden attack, the teacup in his hand flew away, but the tea was thrown away. Jiumozhi twirled up all the cassocks to resist.At this time, there were many tables and chairs in the inn, she couldn't dodge in time, so she casually picked up the meat bun on the table and threw it at Jiumozhi.Jiumozhi had faced countless enemies in his life, and he was a highly respected national teacher in Tubo. He had never seen such a hidden weapon like meat buns, and he didn't dare to let his Buddhist holy relics touch these pickled things. But he still retracted the rosary, and his left palm came out quickly.

Unexpectedly, before the palm wind could reach him, he felt the strong wind in his hand coming towards him, Jiumozhi hastily turned his palm into a finger, and moved forward quickly, just touching the throat of a person, but his own chest was also hit by a blow Hold it with a bamboo chopstick.

Yanzhi was still in shock and hid behind Murong Fu, clutching his clothes tightly, not daring to make a sound.At this time Murong Fu is wearing a snow white underwear, obviously he has just rushed out from the house.Although the clothes are in a mess, the momentum is quite coercive.Seeing that Yanzhi was quite frightened, he couldn't help but stare at Jiumozhi with a cold gaze.Jiumozhi's face sank, but suddenly he clapped his palms and said with a smile: "This is the authentic 'Gusu Murong'—the battle turns and the stars move, it really is a good skill! If the young monk just used his palm with all his strength, I'm afraid Mr. Murong's bamboo chopsticks will be broken." I'm going to stab the little monk's chest." He implied that he was just probing, and he never really wanted that person's life.Then he retracted his fingers first, clasped his hands together, "Little Monk Jiumozhi, this time he came to the Central Plains from Tubo to pay homage to Mr. Murong, and seeing you now, the journey of this little monk is not in vain."

Murong Fu relaxed when he heard this, and put down the bamboo chopsticks in his hands: "It's true that we never meet again in the world, the master is famous, I have heard my late father mention it, it is a great honor to meet you today."

Jiumozhi smiled and said: "When Mr. Murong went to Tubo to obtain the thousand-year-old red snow lotus, the little monk hit it off with Mr. Murong at that time. It has been almost 20 years.