Three poisons

Beimin three years, Jingzhe.

It is the time when the harsh winter has just passed, the winter snow has just melted, and everything is growing.

As a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, ancient Yancheng seems to have started from the day God just decided not to make snowfall, the spring rain hastily fell on the bluestone slabs with fresh moss emerging... pattering, accompanied by mud The fishy smell blows in from the porch, causing people to feel sleepy.

It was supposed to be a good day to make people lazy and broken their bones.

However, the tranquility of this small southern city was shattered by a terrible funeral today—it was the funeral of the Bai family of the commander-in-chief in the north of the city.

In this troubled world, if the ancient Yancheng can live and work peacefully for a while, it is inseparable from the Bai Mansion - it is rumored that Bai Chulian, the young master of the Bai family in the Bai Mansion, touched a gun at the age of three, walked through Yang at the age of five, followed his father Commander Bai at the age of 12 Next to the sand table, he pointed out the mountains and rivers. At the age of 13, he went to the mountains to cut mountain bandits and went to the sea to fight Japanese pirates.

Bai Chulian is still alive and well and has not become the bone of the Wuding River, but he has indeed become the dream of countless little girls... If he hadn't picked one up when he was 13 years old when he went up the mountain for the first time to hunt down bandits... If a seven or eight-year-old bandit boy forcibly accepts someone's family as a "godson", then he is really the king of gold and diamonds——

But now, Bai Chulian is 25 years old and still alive. After his father Bai Shan passed away, he changed from a young commander to a commander in chief.

The protagonist of the funeral is his cheap son of Marshal Bai, Bai Yi.

... Then what, it can barely be regarded as a script of "grey-haired people give black-haired people".

……

Outside a street, common people stood on both sides of the street to see off Bai Yi, the son of the Marshal of the White Mansion, for his last journey.

People sighed when they mentioned Bai Yi, but compared to the radiant Bai Chulian, their impression of Bai Yi was relatively simple——

Tall, handsome, and resolute.

Always dressed in iron-gray military uniforms, he silently followed behind Bai Chulian, who was half a head taller than himself, and put on a cloak for him in cold weather, and an umbrella for him in hot weather, his eyes were silent and steady, as if he couldn't be shocked. A wave of waves.

In his memory, he always stared at the back of Bai Chulian's head, and only Bai Chulian was in his eyes, as if the "Shurangama Mantra" engraved on the back of Bai Chulian's head could make him enlightened.

I heard that Bai Yi is a murderous and ruthless character, um, I heard.

But compared to Bai Chulian's fine skin and tender flesh, which makes the little girls sleepless at night, Bai Yi is obviously more like the father, but he can always ignore the eyes of the people around him and call Bai Becoming a "godfather" for the first time.

... This seems to be a bit inconsistent with the "killing like hemp" character.

But it doesn't matter.

After all, Bai Yi is dead now.

"It's so miserable, a white-haired person gives a black-haired person."

"...White wool, the handsome is only 25!"

"Hey, by the way, where is the handsome man?"

"I heard that I was so sad that I never came to see the spirit."

"That's very sad. I heard that last time a group of Japanese pirates came to the border town. The commander led people there and was ambushed. At the critical moment, Bai Yi blocked the gun for him..."

"Huh!"

"Then he died for him."

People talked a lot, and accompanied by the sound of firecrackers, gongs and drums of the funeral team, it was still transmitted to the street here.

The "Xu Ji Tailor Shop" at the end of the street has changed from the bustle of women and children coming in and out after the Spring Festival. I only heard the sound of the rain hitting the eaves... I don't know if the shopkeeper is too stingy or just too lazy to move, but even the oil lamp has not been lit.

The muddled atmosphere inside the store was completely opposite to the "hustle and bustle" of a street outside the door, reflecting a weird and absurd atmosphere.

a long time.

Just when people almost suspect that there is no one in the store, they just open the door alone and pretend to be open for business.At this time, behind the ancient wooden sewing machine in the main hall, a figure crawled on it, almost mixed with the leftover rags of Mrs. Fu's cheongsam after cutting the cheongsam, and a figure with messy hair looked at Mo Yue The black-haired young man in his twenties raised his head and rubbed his eyes sleepily.

He has slender eyebrows and eyes, a reddish tear mole under his right eye, and his thin lips look a bit mean for no reason.The skin is fair, probably due to the lack of masculinity, and the indifferent appearance that is not so easy to get along with——

This is Xu Shuyan, the shopkeeper of Xu Ji Tailor Shop.

Xu Shuyan was in his twenties, and his accent didn't seem to be that of an authentic ancient Yancheng person, but rather that of a high-class person in Kyoto.However, Xuji Tailor Shop had already taken root in this ancient Yancheng before the founding of the Northern Dynasties, and when the age was still considered as a "dynasty". , more than half of the clothes she wears come from the Xu family.

Xu Shuyan had a pair of beautiful hands, which belonged to a tailor at first glance, always clean and white, and did not stain any precious materials; there was a thin callus near the root of the middle finger of his left hand, which was cut by a tailor Xu Shuyan is left-handed.

Xu Shuyan touched the small drawer next to the sewing machine, opened the small drawer, and took out a small iron box from the small drawer full of needles and threads... Pushing the iron box open with his slender fingertips, he took out a cigarette from it, It is an imported product from the western side of the ocean.

After striking a match, Xu Shuyan lazily lit the tobacco in his hand. The milky white smoke lingered and blurred his somewhat pale face. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said flatly to the corner of the shop, "Marshal, the ground is cold."

As Xu Shuyan finished speaking, in the corner of his shop, a figure curled up like a crouching beast moved—accompanied by the sound of wine bottles hitting the cold floor, several pieces of cloth collapsed like an avalanche and rolled on the ground , stained with dirt and dust.

Xu Shuyan didn't even twitch his eyelids, and snorted: "The new chiffon cloth, those foreigners beat me hard—remember to pay for it."

When Xu Shuyan mentioned the word "foreigner", there were three sneers in his words.

Bai Chulian didn't speak, he staggered to his feet, raised his eyelids and glanced at the relaxed tailor not far away with his legs crossed - at this time, Bai Chulian's meticulously combed hair was messed up. , the collar of the military uniform on his body was torn off, and the buttons were missing... Those eyes, which were always pompous and arrogant, were bloodshot.

Even if it was the adjutant Bai Chulian grew up with, he wouldn't dare to recognize him at this moment, even if he looked so embarrassed.

Bai Chulian swayed drunkenly, his military boots stepped on the cold floor and made a heavy sound, he staggered and staggered towards the sewing machine - the wine bottle almost hit Xu Shuyan's face, and the latter leaned back to avoid it... …

"he died."

Bai Chulian's voice seemed to be scorching hot sand, hoarse and bloody.

The tangy smell of alcohol could not even cover up the smell of tobacco in his nostrils.Xu Shuyan paused for a moment, and nodded in a serious manner: "The voice of the crying spirit in the street next door is so loud, and I'm not deaf... Who do you think woke me up when I was sleeping soundly?"

"he died!"

Bai Chulian said stubbornly as if he didn't hear Xu Shuyan's nagging complaints.

"..." Hearing the suppressed grief in the words of the always proud man in front of him, Xu Shuyan was not surprised, but just extinguished the sparkling tobacco in the cigarette case at hand, then raised his head, put away his lazy appearance slightly, Staring at those bloodshot eyes, "I told you a long time ago, Bai Yi has been paying your debts all his life..."

The voice still has the super patient flavor of the teacher in the school, which makes people crazy.

Whoa-!

Bang bang bang!

As soon as Xu Shuyan finished speaking, everything on the sewing machine was swept to the ground!

Everything that fell to the ground was riddled with holes by the revolver held in the hands of the young commander in the next second, and the sound of the gunfire finally overshadowed the sound of the rain.

The voice of the crying spirit seemed to stop a street away.

It could also be an illusion.

"Who wants him to repay the debt..." There was a bit of gnashing of teeth in the man's voice.

"Reincarnation of cause and effect, retribution of good and evil, retribution of good and evil, cause of past life, result of this life...Bai Yi owed you a life in his last life, Marshal." Xu Shuyan stared down at his ruined sewing machine without even shaking his eyelids, " Also, this is an antique, it has been handed down from my family for several lifetimes, it is expensive, and I have to pay for it.”

When Bai Chulian heard this, as if he had heard some joke, he laughed eccentrically: "If you save him, I will not only pay you a few rags and a rotten sewing machine, but I will give you the entire street."

a street.

Xu Shuyan was startled: "How can you bribe me with money?"

Bai Chulian asked back, "Can money buy your life?"

Xu Shuyan spread his hands: "I don't have that ability."

Bai Chulian became angry: "Don't fight with me, Xu Shuyan—you said you have the Mozi line, the cause in the past life, the fruit in the present life...there is no cause in the past life, and there is no reason for the so-called 'fruit' in the present life. If he doesn't owe me, he will." Don't die—"

As if he heard some key words, the black-haired young man never saw laziness in his eyes. He stretched his hands slightly, and sat down sensitively on the armrest of the armchair in the next second—this height was enough for him to face Bai Shulian face to face. , nose to nose, he laughed, and the contours of his eyes became vivid: "Marshal, as you said earlier, soldiers are not superstitious."

In the next second, he was roughly grabbed by the collar—the black-haired young man couldn't exert any force on his feet, so he leaned forward slightly with that force, but he heard the young handsome man say in his ear: "He Once you die, the human world is like Avici Hell... Hell is in front of you, so what if you believe that there are gods a hundred feet above you?"

At the same time, there were dark clouds and lightning outside the door.

In the flash of thunder, I saw that the young man who was worshiped as a god by the people of ancient Yancheng no longer had despair in his eyes. His eyes shone with arrogance, resolute and decisive.

There was a roar in the sky outside the door, as if the sky had been blown apart, and a thunderous thunder finally fell from the gloomy sky, which was deafening to the ears.

This is the first spring thunder of the year.

Xu Shuyan smiled, raised his hand, and slapped off the claw that was holding onto his neckline. He smiled and said to the hideous young handsome man in front of him, "A shop on a street, is it agreed?"

Bai Chulian lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Xu Shuyan straightened his collar, tilted his buttocks and slid back into the armchair to sit firmly, tilted his head and squinted at the silent man in front of him, who looked like a madman, with a half-smile and said: "The person who hastened to tell you, just say today The days are bad, so don’t bury people, or wait for someone to cheat...you have to dig him out when he wakes up.”

On the February Festival, everything comes out of an earthquake, and the earthquake is thunder, so it is called Jingzhe, because the stinging insects are startled and run away.

Therefore.

Waking of Insects.All things are revived, and life is endless.