[Yang Chan] Fei Tian

The old man is a noisy person. Apart from drinking and sleeping on weekdays, he chatters endlessly with his mouth open, and can sing as he talks.

"My hometown is in the south of Jiangxi. I have a real estate with one mu of land. I have one wife and one concubine. I am so uncomfortable. Who would have thought that the disaster would come from the sky, and the officers and soldiers would arrest me, join the army to defend my country, and deal with that Anlu Mountain..."

"Stop!" Yang Chan interrupted, "Last time you said that you were born in the Zhide period, and An Lushan was dead at that time, what do you want to deal with?"

The old man asked suspiciously, "Huh? Did I say that last time?"

"The last time you said that you followed General Ran Min to conquer the Hu people in the east and the west, and the last time you saw Cao Zhi's seven steps to save his life... It's not accurate. When were you born? people?"

"Oh..." The old man thought about it seriously, and suddenly realized, "Understood, I understand! This time I was talking about one life, last time I was talking about another life, last time I was talking about another life... It’s different every time, but isn’t it a different life every time?”

Yang Chan couldn't help but asked curiously: "Then how many lives have you voted for? How come you have no good death in every life, and now you are entrusted by the Heavenly Court to be a jailer? Where the hell are you? How can you be so unlucky?"

"Unlucky? How should I put it, um..." The old man took a sip of his wine, and then he said slowly, "The so-called blessings come from misfortunes, who can not have a moment of ups and downs? I am just a little more than ordinary people... hiccup Son...the number of times of death is a little bit more, it's nothing...it's nothing."

"Then what qualifies as 'what' in your opinion?"

"Well, that's a good question," the old man stretched out a finger and shook it, "I don't know what to call 'something'."

Yang Chan was displeased: "You are perfunctory!"

"No and no... In this world, those who care too much about gains and losses are mediocre; those who care about gains and losses occasionally are common people; "He glanced at Yang Chan slyly with a pair of bean eyes, "Like me, I will be your guard!"

Yang Chan narrowed his eyes: "Then you can watch over me, and you can also understand what kind of person I am!"

"Why don't you understand," the old man said with a smile, "you, a heartless person, a murderous person, a former criminal in heaven, and today's prisoner... only wait for 19 years in Huashan, and those who die because of you will live forever." Wow, in the mortal world, someone like you would have been dragged to be beheaded long ago, but now you are just sitting in a big prison, and heaven treats you well..."

"It's quite smooth," Yang Chan nodded and said, "Unlike those who came to Huashan before, you are not afraid of me."

The old man chose a stone and lay down on the ground: "Why are you afraid of you? A tiger in a cage, even a mortal would not be afraid..."

"Then you are not afraid that my tiger will come out of the cage one day and will take you first?"

"Then wait until that day, and let's talk about the Dharma!" He closed his eyes and sang, "Life must be full of happiness, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon... Come to the world for such a walk, wine and poetry are enough La!"

Hearing these words, Yang Chan was silent for a moment.

"...Old Li..." Suddenly, she called out.

After a while, the old man realized: "Hey, you called me?"

"I see that you appreciate Li Taibai so much, why don't you just follow his surname and fulfill your wish!"

Lao Li changed his surname without being annoyed at all: "It's very good, Li is also a good surname! Call it whatever you want, call it whatever you want..."

Talking about dozing off.

"Old Li, get up," Yang Chan called him again, "you're either drinking or taking naps all day long. I can't run here without you watching; the position of the Virgin is not for you to be a pure jailer. There are There is a Xiyue Temple, and there is a Notre Dame Hall in the temple. Since you are the new "Virgin Mother", no matter whether you look in line with public opinion or not, you still have to pay more attention to her...Lao Li, Lao Li..." No reply, Yang Chan With a high pitch, "If you pretend to be deaf and dumb again, I'll call you grandson! Grandson's grandson!"

Lao Li turned over, turned his butt towards her, and waved his hands from a distance: "Oh, why worry, there is a temple in that temple, and it is guarded every day, so there is no need for an old man to go and take care of it... let alone the temple in recent days. There is no one here at all, and now it is a war, and the people at the bottom of the mountain should be busy, who will come up the mountain to burn incense and pray for God..."

Yang Chan was silent, then suddenly asked him, "How is the situation at the foot of the mountain?"

"Didn't your fox tell you?" Lao Li raised his body and turned his head, asking in surprise.

"I said it, but I didn't say it clearly," Yang Chan said helplessly, "After all, it's just a beast."

"A lot of people came down from the mountain, all of them are from nearby towns... Now it's a war, and people are fleeing to the mountain to avoid disaster. It's not like you don't know..." The old man suddenly asked curiously, "It's strange, you are an unintentional person, Why are you so concerned about the changes in Mount Hua?"

"I've lived here for 19 years, and I've been locked up for 300 years. I've never stayed there for that long..." Yang Chan said, "If you stay in one place for a long time, even if you still don't have any feelings for it, you will still have feelings for it." Every plant and tree around me has something to worry about... It has been 300 years, people come and go here, and now you are here, I wonder how long you can stay?"

"Are you emotional?" the old man asked her.

Yang Chan asked back: "Have you ever stayed in one place for so long?"

"No, but I also have my story." The old man's tone was secretive.

"Then tell your story," Yang Chan urged him, "but don't mention An Lushan."

"That……"

"Don't mention Shi Siming either," Yang Chan sensed his thoughts and interrupted, "It's all folklore, and I don't know if it's true or not that came out of your mouth. Lao Li, you have to be honest, what do you say?" To tell a story, you must tell the real story about you, instead of making up random stories along with the romance."

When Lao Li heard this, he straightened up half leaning, and lazily said to Yang Chan: "Is it good for me to tell the truth?"

"No." Yang Chan was straightforward.

"Then why did I tell you?" The old man looked rascal, "You said that being a man must be honest, and I also said that being a man has benefits. I have to earn my own money for the drinks. I have to tell you what you gave me." True story?"

"Then what do you want?"

"taste."

"...fun?" Yang Chan pondered, chewing the word with complicated emotions.

Every time I said something, it actually came out of another mouth at this time.Yang Chan was almost delusional, the one standing there was not an old man, but a mirror of himself.

"Of course, being a man is about having fun," the old man continued unconsciously. "For example, you keep a straight face all day long and don't even smile. I'm so bored that I can't tell a story. Why don't you just smile? You laugh and I tell a story, how about this condition?"

"It's not difficult to laugh," Yang Chan pondered for a moment, "It's just that I laugh when you tell me to laugh, so I don't feel ashamed!"

"If you want to save face, then there is no story. I'm asleep."

The old man pretended to lie down again, and once again there was a dull atmosphere in the cave, extremely boring.

"Okay," Yang Chan is able to bend and stretch, so he won't take face too seriously, "It's just a smile, then let you see and see, I'm more than just a stern face!"

She smiled.The moment the old man's eyes touched her face, she withdrew her smile in a timely manner.

The old man was taken aback for a moment, and then commented: "Oh, what an ugly smile."

"..."

"Why don't you laugh again, I'm in a good mood watching it, so why don't you come and tell you a story?"

Yang Chan gritted her teeth and sneered, "Believe it or not, I'll kill you!"

The old man stood still: "Come and kill, come, this old man is sitting here, not afraid of you!"

"You laugh at me today, and when I get out of trouble tomorrow, I will beat you to death."

"Then wait until you get out of sleep."

"You really think I have nothing to do with you?!"

As soon as Yang Chan's words fell, she secretly mentioned Yuan Gong, suddenly, a low sound came from the ground, and climbed up the stone wall from below, shaking all the caves and trembling.The old man was taken aback by the situation under his feet, and straightened up to look at Yang Chan.

"Do you think Huashan can really trap me?!" The four chains couldn't lock her momentum, Yang Chan said in a deep voice, "Second brother is too naive, it's just a matter of time before I get out of trouble!"

"Hey...you can be yours, why are you so impulsive," the old man ran to Dongkou to probe his brain, "in case the shock caused some disaster again, wouldn't it be that someone else will suffer..."

Yang Chan put away his power and argued: "With a little vibration, not a single rock will fall off, so who can suffer."

Just as there was a burst of crying outside the cave, the old man turned his head and looked at Yang Chan, who shut up.

As the cry approached, the two looked at each other for a while, and the old man was about to go out to explore, when the noise overflowed in.

A young child was crying loudly, wiping the blood on his forehead with his small hands while crying.I don't know what it is to be able to touch here.He carried a small medicine basket on his back, which was full of wild flowers and weeds.

"Huh? What's going on here?"

Yang Chan's eyes were wide open, full of hostility, and the glimmer of a hole of fluorite was reflected in his eyes, which was terrifying and penetrating.

Xiaotong raised his eyes and saw this scene, he was very awake, and immediately stopped crying in fright.

The old man shook his head and sighed: "What a tigress, you can't be a little gentler..."

"kindness?!"

Seeing that she was about to glare at her again, the old man stopped talking.

"Ghost..." At this moment, the boy came to his senses, "Am I dead!"

He came up with an answer that made perfect sense from his point of view, and then the more he thought about it, the sadder he was, and he burst into tears again.

"Don't cry!" Yang Chan yelled, "You made me have a headache, believe it or not, I ate you!"

The child quickly shut his mouth, suppressing himself, but the two yellow dragons couldn't stop, they still dragged on for a long time.

After a moment of silence, Yang Chan finally couldn't take it anymore and turned his gaze to the side.

"Wipe him," she said.

"You called me?" Lao Li asked.

"Is it still calling me?!" Yang Chan raised his right hand, and the iron chain rattled.

Old Li muttered and complained about something, and at the same time wiped the child clean with his dirty sleeve.He had a small wound on his forehead, which seemed to be caused by a bump, but it was not serious.

"Is this... is the underworld..." the child asked in a childish voice, "My mother said that there are bull-headed horse noodles in the underworld, where are the bull-headed horse noodles?"

Yang Chan answered casually: "I am the bull head, he is the horse face, are you afraid!"

"What are you talking about? I'm not..."

The old man quickly waved his hand to the boy, who was naturally not a fool, and immediately asked a question: "Then why don't you have a bull's head and he doesn't have a horse's face?"

"Because it's too ugly to use, put it away!"

"Where did Lord Yan go?"

"His daughter-in-law suddenly gave birth and asked for leave!"

"That……"

"Where do you have so many questions!" Yang Chan finally let out a sigh of relief, "I am lying to you, I am not a bull's head, and he is not a horse's face. And you, you shouldn't come here, because this place is a big prison."

"Great prison?"

"That's right," Yang Chan said calmly without any sign of shame, "I'm in jail!"

"I'm a prison guard." Old Li turned his head and asked the little boy, "Why are you here?"

The little boy timidly imitated their tone of voice and replied: "I... I am lost..."

"Lost?" Yang Chan asked after thinking about it, "Then how did you get this injury on your head?"

The little boy answered honestly: "The ground just shook, I couldn't stand firmly, and fell..."

"Oh..." Lao Li raised his eyebrows, "'No mountain rock will roll down'... Hey..."

Yang Chan ignored him and continued to ask: "How old are you and what is your name? Why did you come up the mountain alone, where is your family?"

"I'm four years old...my name is Liu Xiang, and my family...only my mother," the boy choked up again at this point, "my mother is sick in bed...I want to go up the mountain to get some medicine to treat her illness, but I don't know why. Feeling lost..."

"The surname is Liu..." Yang Chan glanced at the shadow of the child on the ground under the fluorite, and couldn't help but sigh, "What a crime..."