Mr. Cat

Louis didn't stay in the werewolf tribe for too long, and most of the werewolf faces he was familiar with had withered in the long river of time, and he didn't want to disturb the tranquility of the werewolves anymore.The osmanthus tree bloomed all over the branches overnight, and Louis' heart throbbed because of the flowers blooming.

——He was indeed involved with Osmanthus fragrans.

After bidding farewell to the werewolf tribe, Lu Wu flew across the Mediterranean Sea with Louis and returned to Grasse. Like ordinary humans, he took a bus and then took a plane to return to Guangdu.

In fact, they were full of plans, and they had only left Guangdu for a few days, less than half a month, but Louis missed him very much.He has spent thousands of days and nights in his memory, but now he can only blink of an eye when he thinks about it.

With a flick of a finger, the big dream has been around for thousands of years.

Lu Wu's sealed memory has been unlocked, and he hasn't spoken much these days, and Louis doesn't bother him to digest, holding him in one hand and carrying the box in the other.As soon as he got off the plane, he saw Lu Guangting waiting for him for a long time at the airport gate.Lu Guangting jumped up excitedly: "Grandfather."

"how are things?"

"It's pretty good," Lu Guangting beamed, "Zhao Qingjun's illness is also cured, but the dog egg she raised is gone."

Louis paused, and looked at Lu Guangting's expression suspiciously, "You don't know who Goudan is?"

Lu Guangting seemed to be more puzzled than him: "Isn't a dog egg a husky?"

No, Kotei knew Theodore's identity, and also knew that he could speak. Someone had quietly rewritten his memory, and Louis felt terrified. He exchanged glances with Lu Wu, and understood the unspoken words of the other party by coincidence.

Before he boarded the plane from Charles de Gaulle Airport, he sent a message to Lu Tingjiu, saying that he would go to the ancestral home.Lu Guangting came here just to welcome Louis' return.Sitting in the vehicle picked up by Lu's family, Lu Guangting put on his seat belt. He had already left the insignificant episode behind him, and said excitedly: "Grandfather, can you take me to Aliu's house? I heard that he has recovered. "

Louis raised his head in shock: "What did you say?"

"Can you take me to A Liu's house?" Lu Guangting frowned worriedly, "Grandfather, what's wrong with you? Why is it so strange?" Always surprised.

Louis barely suppressed his ups and downs, and said in a flat tone: "It's nothing, maybe the spirit is not very good."

Lu Guangting was dubious, but didn't ask further.Louis looked at the speeding scenery outside the car window, but didn't notice it at all.Lu Wu jumped onto Louis' knee, lay on his chest, and comforted him silently.Louis reached out his hand hesitantly, then hugged it tightly in his arms, longing for a little warmth.

"The truth will come out," he thought firmly.

The ancestral house is still as quiet as it was a hundred years ago. Louis got out of the car straight away with a suitcase in his hand. Lu Guangting hurried down to help him carry the suitcase. Louis waved his hand and refused: "I'll walk in the yard for a while Just go, don't worry about me."

"Aren't you staying to eat?"

Louis stroked the boy's soft hair: "No, stop drinking for me and say hello to Xiao Ning." Xiao Ning is Lu Guangting's mother.

Lu Guangting said reluctantly: "Are you really not going to stay for dinner? I miss you."

"No," Louis shook his head with a smile, and asked abruptly, "By the way, Tingting, what about the nine chapters I gave you?"

"What nine chapters arithmetic?" Lu Guangting was at a loss.

At this moment, Louis suddenly reached out and patted Lu Guangting's heart, and strands of electric light penetrated into his chest.A few seconds later, Lu Guangting's legs went limp, his eyes closed, and he just passed out.Louis stretched out his arms and hugged him with a dignified expression.

"Someone tampered with Guangting's memory, Jiuzhang Shushu, Theodore, he doesn't remember any of these." Louis carried Lu Guangting back to the bedroom.As the sun sets, the green hills in the distance are also stained with blood, looking gloomy for no reason.Louis walked around the room, but found no special place.Lu Wu followed behind him and said: "There is no malice left on Lu Guangting, it should be just to make him forget."

Louis drew the curtains, and the bedroom was suddenly plunged into darkness.He smiled wryly: "But I'm still worried, and..." Xie Liusheng woke up unexpectedly, why?His soul has been broken, who woke him up from Xue Ling's ice?Is it Xueling, Lord Weichen, or who?

He took a long breath, bent down to hug Lu Wu, and walked quickly to the osmanthus tree in the courtyard: "Mr. Cat."

Lu Wu stood up, held Louis' face with his paws, and whispered, "100 years ago, when you were ten years old, I found you under this tree. You had light blond hair and eyes like lake water. You were always sick back then, and your soul was as weak as a piece of thin paper, which would be torn apart when you tore it, not a bit similar to the ten-year-old Shanzai."

"But I recognized you at a glance, because you saw me and smiled at me. When I woke up from the Kunlun Ruins, I was in a daze and forgot everything, but I couldn't forget the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and I couldn't forget you."

Suddenly, the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus wafted in the air, clusters of golden sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed one after another above their heads, and Louis fell into Lu Wu's golden eyes.

……

The entire city of Guangdu was shrouded in torrential rain, and the sky was dark with dark clouds, and occasionally white and purple thunder and lightning could be seen in the clouds.

Shan Shi dragged his long sword and walked past the monk's body in Fengqi Temple.With every step he took, his speed slowed down.Before reaching the mountain gate, he had exhausted all his strength and knelt down on the ground.The long sword fell to the ground with a clang, making a crisp crashing sound.The thunder that had been brewing in the clouds for a long time finally struck down, and the thunderbolt as thick as a bucket fell on the mountain gate, making a deafening roar, and the dazzling purple light finally illuminated Shan Shi's face.

He propped his hands on the ground, tears gushed out big and big, and the big raindrops wet his long black hair and plain white monk's robe.Shan San's voice was so suppressed that he couldn't make a sound, and he was almost out of breath. He recalled the unbelievable appearance of his master and brother before he died, and his heart throbbed with pain.

He wanted to call his senior brother again, but no one would answer.

He was an executioner who killed his dearest with his own hands.

Shan Sui's tears mixed with the rain, fell to the ground together, and trickled into the cracks of the stone bricks, making it difficult to distinguish.He dug into the brick soil tightly with his fingers, and forcibly pried up the thick stone brick.

His voice was so hoarse that he could hardly cry out, he could only choke and swallow his sorrow.The purple light flashed, and the thunder and lightning struck down one by one, almost shaking the mountains and rivers. The people in the city hid in their homes, trembling when they heard the deafening thunder.

Shan San picked up the long holiday that fell beside him, the spike of the sword had already been soaked by the rain, the moment he held the hilt of the sword, he seemed to see Lu Wu walking towards him with concern.

"Can't miss him." Shan Shi said to himself.

It was clearly autumn, but the rain came violently and strangely. Outside the stone steps of the mountain gate, the osmanthus tree stood still, and all the thunderbolts fell on the crown of the tree, but the osmanthus tree was still unscathed.Shan Shi took a breath, grabbed the sword and quickly ran down the steps in front of the mountain gate, and stood still in front of the osmanthus branch.

"I know you can hear my voice," Shan San stroked the rough bark of the laurel tree. He cried so hard just now that his originally clear voice became deep and hoarse, "I want to do one thing, now Lu Wu Being dragged away by the Supervisor, far away in Kunlun, Yangli has also turned into a kingfisher, wandering around and forgetting to watch, only you are left."

The branches of the osmanthus tree shake, and the osmanthus flowers fall one after another.

"You have to live," Shan San said in a low voice, "at least, after I die, he will be sad, you have to look after him instead of me, and don't allow him to do anything."

A laurel branch fell in response to the sound, and fell firmly into Susa's palm.

"I'm leaving." Shanshan laughed, turned and left, with water drops slipping past his eyes.The fallen sweet-scented osmanthus was hit hard by the rain and fell to the ground, stained with mud, no longer elegant.

When passing through the Palace of Heavenly Kings, I suddenly heard a soft sob from the bell tower, and then disappeared in the boundless heavy rain very quickly.Shan Shan paused, dragged his long sword and walked towards the clock tower.He took off the Buddhist bell on his waist, shook it step by step, and the weeping sounded again.Morning bells and evening drums, another hour is dawn, usually there are always juniors who will get up early to ring the bell.The torrential rain had lasted all night, and the water in the Fengqi River was soaring that it almost overflowed the embankment. The sky was still covered with dark clouds, and occasionally you could see the scarlet sky behind the clouds.

Fengqi Temple has been dead for a long time. From then on, there will be no young monks who get up early to ring the bell. The ancient temple is still there, but the monks have passed away.

Shan Shi stepped into the bell tower, turned around the stairs, and came to the Buddha bell.The rain wet the eaves, but fortunately the ground of the bell tower was still dry. Thunder and lightning tore through the sky, illuminating a pair of old cloth shoes under the Buddha bell.

"A kid from the Lu family?" Shan Shi looked down and suddenly spoke.

The Buddhist bell in Fengqi Temple is huge, with a straight mouth, and the bell wall is different from ordinary Buddhist bells. Only the lotus-shaped seat is left, and the pool is full of leaves and branches.The collision seat in the shape of a lotus, and the red lotus road surrounded by Xiayong Peak are ten to ten like.

The person hiding under the Buddha bell was shaking like sifting chaff, he crawled out trembling, tearful: "Don't, don't kill me." He hasn't put on his crown yet, he looks like a boy.

The purple lightning struck again, rumbling thunder was heard endlessly, and with the help of the white and purple lightning, he finally saw the face of the person in front of him clearly.

"Good, good master?"

"Lu Man, why are you here?" Shan Shi called out the young man's name in one breath, his voice was very low and light, his breath was like a thread, as if he had exhausted all his energy, holding his last breath.

Lu Man hugged her knees, shrunk into a small ball, her face pale: "I, I wanted to become a monk, and then I fell asleep here, and when I woke up, it rained heavily outside, I smelled blood, heard screams, scared I dare not go out."

Shan San stroked the top of Lu Mann's head, and sighed, "You are a smart boy, why don't you go into an official career, but want to become a monk?"

"My father was a gambler and lost all the family's money. I wanted to start a business, but my father refused because of his face." The monk's breath was warm and warm, slowly dispelling Lu Man's fear, "My mother can't stand my father's beatings either. I committed suicide by jumping into a well, I, I really had no other way out, so I wanted to become a monk, so I could at least have food to eat.”

Shan San pursed his lips and did not speak.He remembered that hundreds of years ago, when he was the boy raised by Sima Zhishi, he lived by sucking blood and was at odds with others.I don't know how he is now after hundreds of years.

He took out the previous cinnamon branch from his sleeve, handed it to the young man, and said in a hoarse voice: "As far as I know, scholars who pass the imperial examination are also called toad palace zhegui. There is no moon today, so I will give you the cinnamon branch. Good luck." He covered his lips with his sleeve to hide the blood that flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Lu Man took the branch with both hands in fear.

Shan Shi took out another seal from his arms and handed it to Lu Mann: "Take this seal and go to the Ganbi Temple under the Jicui Peak a hundred miles away, they will take you in when they see this seal. There is the bedroom where I used to live. There is a cellar in it. There are four books and five classics and nine chapters of arithmetic, as well as pens, inks, papers and inkstones, which are enough for you to study. The abbot of Ganbi Temple owes me a sum of money, and you will collect the money It's like a bag to rush for the exam."

Lu Mann couldn't believe it, and what followed was ecstasy.He asked inexplicably, "Master Susa, what about you? Why did you... help me?"

Shan San smiled lowly: "I'm about to die, isn't it normal to want to help someone survive before dying?"

After finishing speaking, his five fingers turned into claws, picked up Lu Man, took off his cassock, and put it on Lu Man's head.He held Lu Mann's shoulders and told him carefully: "Listen, hold on tight to this cassock, hold the osmanthus branches and the seal in your hand, don't fall out, and run outside Fengqi Temple immediately if you say run away later. , run as far as possible, don’t be afraid of thunder and lightning, it is protecting you.”

Lu Man panicked for no reason. He couldn't help but grabbed Shan Shi's clothes and said, "Master, can I see you again in the future?"

"If you want to see me, plant the osmanthus twigs. When the osmanthus twigs grow into towering trees, maybe you will be able to see me. As for now," Shan Zai put down his wide sleeves, let go of his hands, and took a step back , his face changed, and he shouted sharply, "Run!"

Lu Man hurriedly ran down the bell tower, staring at the pouring rain, and ran towards the mountain gate. The cassock was full of wind, like a kite.Shan Shi could vaguely see the osmanthus branches protruding from the boy's arms. In the wind and rain, clusters of golden flowers still clung to the branches, refusing to wither.

The boy crossed the Heavenly King Hall and ran through the Sanmen Hall. He fell down while descending the long steps, and quickly got up again.Shanshi watched his figure getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared under the osmanthus tree in front of the mountain gate.

Shan San heaved a sigh of relief, held the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand, and walked resolutely to the Sutra Pavilion.There was an ominous light emanating faintly, like the red light covering the snow-capped mountains in the extreme north of the underworld.

Lord Jiuyin woke up from the seal.