All hearts do not die

Laughing, I didn't expect Fu Sheng to think like this at such a young age.He stared fixedly at the other party, not knowing how to answer him.

Fu Sheng cried: "My lord, there is no such thing as compensating someone. You should do anything for her when you are alive. It is worthwhile and sweet! But it is not worth doing these things after a person is dead. She'll never know, and it's pointless if she doesn't know, because she can't be happy about it anymore!"

Uncle Xu was a little moved, he suddenly put his hand on Luo Fanxin's shoulder, and asked in a daze, "Son, aren't you suffering?"

Luo Fan shook his head heartily: "It's not bitter...with hope, it's not bitter, it's a great suffering without hope."

For a person, how dare to say bitter?

It’s just a little lonely. No one will listen to what I want to say, no one will understand if someone listens, and no one will care if someone understands... He answered again from the bottom of his heart: "Actually, it is still bitter."

——After all, he didn't even dare to say that what he did was for that person. He couldn't push everything on that person, and he couldn't let him bear the crime of wronging someone's life, let alone Make your giri worthless.

Fu Sheng said sarcastically: "You are the best at explaining the truth, and you know best whether it is suffering or not!"

Luo Fan was silent.

Fu Sheng began to play hard and soft: "Young master, don't go, you stay with me, let's have a good life, take good care of the living people, okay? If you leave, what will I do? I am a relative. No more, even if we get married in the future, who else will come to bless me? Who else will take my tea? No more, only you... Anyway, I will leave my words here, and you can go if you want , take me with you, otherwise I will cling to you and spend the rest of my life with you!"

Luo Fan smiled heartily: "It's not that I won't come back. When I go out, I will come back to see you often. When I go to a new place, I can bring you some souvenirs and tell you about different folk customs and local characteristics. ...It's been like this for the past few years, isn't it good? Don't be so heavy, if you knew it earlier, you wouldn't say it, and it will make you worry in vain."

Uncle Xu: "You know it will cause people to worry, so let go of this idea as soon as possible. You can buy this yard, unless you live in it yourself."

"..." Luo Fan smiled wryly, "Uncle Xu is playing tricks on the younger generation?"

Uncle Xu replied lightly: "Yes, can't you play tricks?"

Luo Fanxin sighed a long time: "Hey...then I have no choice but to play tricks! This big yard is good, but it is a bit old, and it will take a lot of work to renovate after buying it, so I don't want to buy it!"

He turned to Fu Sheng: "Let's live here first, anyway, the owner of this house doesn't charge rent, so it's just for nothing."

Fu Sheng's eyes widened: "So, so you're not leaving, my lord?"

Luo Fan was heartbroken but smiled.

The road ahead is covered in misty fog. If you can't tell the difference between east, west, north and south, how should you go?As I said, it is always good to have a place to return to. As for other things, let’s explore slowly, maybe one day there will be a morning breeze blowing, and the world will be clear.

Uncle Xu picked up his teacup and took a sip, covering the smile on the corner of his mouth, but the lines around his eyes deepened.

Fu Sheng finally broke through his tears and laughed, grabbing Luo Fanxin's arm and shaking: "That's right! You will live with us, anyway, Uncle Xu is too embarrassed to ask for money! Other things will come naturally Okay? We have something to discuss, we can’t make a decision without authorization, and we should respect our opinions once in a while!”

Luo Fan's heart hurt from being shaken by him, and he took a breath: "Hiss~ stop shaking, it hurts!"

Fu Sheng hurriedly let go, stood a step away and bowed repeatedly, smiling from ear to ear.

Luo Fan's heart was infected by his stupidity, and his mood became brighter, and he couldn't help asking: "Little money fan, are you happy because I won't leave for the time being, or because Uncle Xu won't collect rent for the time being?"

Fu Sheng nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Everyone is happy, everyone is happy! Haha!"

After laughing, there was a silence, and the three of them had nothing to say for a while. Fu Sheng touched his nose, and he had an idea to forcefully find the topic again: "Oh, by the way, you haven't answered the question I asked earlier, my lord, Meng Yueniang Did she want to eat your living soul? Did all those people caught by her eat their living souls?"

Luo Fanxin: "Meng Yueniang didn't eat the living soul, she just snatched the man's living soul and sealed it in a lamp."

Fu Sheng let out an "ah" and asked, "Then what kind of monster is Meng Yueniang? She actually has these tricks!"

Luo Fanxin: "It was originally a laurel tree. It received offerings from the wisher for many years in Yuelao Temple, and gradually acquired a spirit body. This tree spirit broke away from its body and turned into a human form. If it cultivates hard, it may have a bright future, but it was trapped by love and turned into a monster. "

Mentioning Meng Yueniang, he felt a little bit embarrassed. He always felt that love is used to torture people. It is true for people, but it is also the same for this kind of natural tree spirit-it can't see through, it can't be broken, and it always hits. Only after the south wall was broken did I know that I should turn back sooner.

And what about himself?I'm afraid I don't know how to turn back after breaking through the south wall...

Luo Fan prayed silently in his heart, hoping that the true love in the world will never die, that it can take root and sprout like a broken branch, and bear good fruits again.

The melancholy and pity that had just emerged did not last long, and then was interrupted by Fu Sheng pulling his sleeves. He was forced to tell the story in detail, but he did not mention the name Huo Qian and the long river gun again. Knife—hero's grudge, and beauty's death, it is better to leave more good stories and less gossip.

"It turned out to be like this... since ancient times, there has been a lot of love and nothing but hatred, this hatred... this hatred... son, what is the reason for this hatred?" Fu Sheng made a rare statement with emotion, but still forgot the second half of the sentence.

"There are so many disasters in this life of hatred!" Luo Fanxin laughed heartily.

"He's teasing me on purpose again, he's not serious all day long! Uncle Xu, let's ignore him and let him have fun here by himself, let's go!" Seeing that Uncle Xu couldn't get up, Fu Sheng forcibly pulled him up, He went out angrily.

Opening the window, the moon has moved westward, Luo Fanxin took the lamp brought back from the Yuelao Temple to the table, and drew a soul concentrating spell to surround it.Sitting cross-legged in meditation, chanting mantras silently, I saw flickering in the lamp after a while, the silent soul began to stir again, and the shaking frequency of the lamp became higher and higher.

"The time has come, each finds its own master!" After the order was issued, the living souls in the lamp flew out one after another, and went out of the window. Seeing these extinguished living souls scattered and disappeared, Luo Fan felt sorry for himself, not knowing how many innocent people there were Misfortune happened to the living soul.

The light was dim, the lamp no longer shook, only two wisps of unowned souls were still entangled in it.He took the Changhe knife, dripped blood from his fingertips on the blade, and recited a formula.I saw that the two strands of soul seemed to be bloodthirsty, and flew into the blade following the few drops of blood.There was a flash of blue light on the blade, and the blood disappeared as if soaking into the soil, leaving only a few bright red marks that could not be wiped off.

"It's really wishful thinking..." He murmured in a low voice, but he didn't know whether he was talking about others or himself.

Luo Fan thought too much this night, and Luo Fan couldn't fall asleep.Thinking back when both knees were nailed into the Yinling Needle, he almost died on Jumu Cliff, but now the spiritual power cannot penetrate the whole body, self-protection in critical moments has become a problem, and it is even more difficult to guarantee Fu Sheng's safety.

He felt faintly worried and couldn't sleep on the left and right, so he simply sat upright on the couch and started to exercise.

As time passed, the meridians of both knees could feel the promotion of spiritual power, but it seemed that there was a wall that couldn't get through.

The time of ugliness was about to pass, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and Luo Fan felt a faint tingling pain between his knees.

Although the hidden spirit needle is not a rare treasure, it is taboo due to the difference in spiritual power of each magician. The magician who refines it must extract his own spiritual power to dissolve it. If it is broken by force, it will hurt the internal organs at least Dirty, severe cases go crazy.

The time has come, and the meridians still haven't made any progress, and he starts to get anxious—since they are from the same branch, there shouldn't be much difference in spiritual power, why can't he decipher the method of the hidden spirit needle with all his strength these few years?

There seemed to be thousands of ants gnawing on the knees, and the pain was extremely itchy.

Luo Fan let out a sigh of relief, dissipated his skills, and no longer forced himself.

Thinking of the phrase "shouldn't and don't have to be so persistent" that Shu Yu said tonight, he just felt bitter in his heart and mouth, and a little bit fishy.

If attachments are so easy to dissolve, how can they be considered attachments?

Suddenly, he felt stuffy in his chest and couldn't let it go. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell down on the couch and passed out.

Anecdotes about youth

In Luo Fanxin's memory, there is a wide area of ​​water with a forest on the shore. A young and beautiful woman drifted farther and farther on a bamboo raft, while she was waving on the shore.

I can't remember what happened afterwards, I only know that I was picked up by my master Luo Chenyan by the cold spring at the foot of the mountain.

At the age of three, Luo Fanxin was picking neem tree seeds when he heard his master calling softly in front of the door: "Fan'er, come and eat osmanthus jujube cake!"

The third senior brother who was squatting aside and digging the mud pit with his bare hands stood up dissatisfied, and complained softly with his hands on his hips, "Master is too eccentric. He always asks you to eat osmanthus jujube cake first. Why don't you eat it?" ? Just because you are fat like a white rabbit? Hmph!"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out a finger and poked Luo Fanxin's round forehead, leaving a black fingerprint.

Luo Fanxin didn't care about these things, the angrier the third senior brother was, the happier he was, and he laughed without hesitation, and threw all the neem tree seeds in his hand into the mud pit that the other party had just dug. He strode away frantically, and threw himself into Master's arms happily.

In the arms of the master is the aroma of osmanthus jujube cake.

At the age of five, Luo Fanxin was drawing circles on the ground with a wooden sword, when he inadvertently saw his master leaning against the night tree and flipping through ancient books