I have never heard the name of the Tang family in Cheongju, but the master is very excited: "The Tang clan next to the ghost bridge in the town of Guitang Dongcheng District, Cheongju? ”

Uncle Feng nodded, I looked at the master in confusion, and he sighed lightly: "I was lonely when I was young, and I was adopted by a wet nurse of the Tang family for three months, and then the wet nurse died of illness, and I was driven away. He pinched his fingers, "It's been more than a hundred and twenty years, it's really fast......"

Before returning to the room, Uncle Feng asked me if I hated Xiangzhu, and I shook my head and said no. He asked me what I was going to do with her, and I said that I was not from the government, and that she had killed someone from the government, and that I just wanted to get my jade back.

On the second day, the sun sprinkled a warm light, I woke up, curious why the master didn't come to get me up, just out of the door to see Uncle Feng sweeping the floor in front of the hospital, he said that the master personally went down the mountain to buy things for the Mid-Autumn Festival, originally let the master supervise me, but the master felt sorry for me for many days of fatigue, and wanted me to sleep well.

It's rare to have half a day of leisure, naturally to enjoy it, I hurriedly hugged a bunch of desserts and went to sit under the plum forest by the stream, taking advantage of the breeze and warm sun, took out the letters that Yang Xiuyi wrote to me in the past few days from my arms, and read them back and forth, never getting tired of reading them.

He was erratic, one moment in Anhuan, one moment in the capital, and one moment in Qianke, so it became very unfair to write a letter, only he could write to me, but I could not reply to him. He also knew this, so he counted me down from time to time, so that I didn't even have a chance to talk back.

After reading several pages of paper, I held it to my chest and looked at the sea of clouds in the distance.

The master said that after I have practiced these sets of stick methods and my body blood and qi have been replenished, I can start practicing mystical arts, but my qualifications are not good, and the amount of practice depends on my personal creation, but I drank so many Xianzhi Xianlu in the early days, which helped me a lot.

In fact, I understand that immortal cultivators have been practicing since childhood, and there are almost no young and successful people like Yang Xiuyi, not to mention Yang Xiuyi, even if the master has practiced hard all his life and reached the Bai Yuan stage of immortality. I'm twenty-two years old, and Yangshou has also been discounted so much, I don't dare to do my best and my life like the immortal cultivators in the world, after all, there are more important things waiting for me.

After this time, the first thing I wanted to go to was Xuancheng in Liuzhou, one was to find Xiangzhu to return to the twin butterflies, and the other was to go to Guanyin Village and Mu Xiangcai's underground Soul Hall to find clues, and then to go back to the cave in Sanqian Mountain. As for Yuan Qingshi, I don't have to bother looking for them at all, as long as I tell the world that the real Tian Chujiu is still alive, they will definitely find me.

Thinking about it, suddenly there was a breeze, the falling flowers were rolled up, chasing each other in front of my eyes, I found a comfortable position to lean, there were a few birds chirping crisply next to me, I couldn't help but bend my lips and smile, thinking about these days, although it was hard, but it was also all these years of unprecedented tranquility.

The clouds are slender, the flowers are idle, and the wind is rolling the stream. Ling Xiaohan, the world, the years are full of joy.

This is a small word written by Shigong three hundred years ago, and now it has become a ballad for country children.

When Uncle Feng came to me, I took a nap and was about to consciously carry water and practice sticks, but he said that Doctor Sun had woken up and wanted to see me now.

I carefully tucked the letter back into my arms and tilted my head: "She wants to see me?" ”

"Hmm."

I frowned slightly, what could she do with me? Looking back at the few times I met her, it didn't seem to make a good impression on each other, and although I respected her, I didn't like her personality and personality.

I have seen so many girls, Chen Suyan is everyone's demeanor, calm and stable; Xia Yuelou** self-improvement, ice and snow smart; Song Eighteen Ma Golden Knife, informal...... But like Doctor Sun, who has nothing to say to her, and looks at her and feels that he can dissipate the heat and relieve the heat, he has never had it. It's not Lin Zhusheng's pretentious, high-eyed lady who is above the top, her coldness and indifference should grow out of her own bones.

The room that was cleaned up for her was next to the Shanshui Pavilion, and when she pushed open the bamboo door and entered, the master sat on the bamboo chair and drank tea, his expression was not happy or angry, the light in the bamboo house was bright, and the sunlight fell on her pale face through the window of Xiaoxuan, which did not add any brilliance, but was even more pale.

She leaned on a soft pillow, flipped through a book in her hand, and looked at me after hearing the movement, paused slightly, and said lightly: "I didn't expect Xuemei to be really you." ”

I walked over: "Reading in the sun is not good for your eyes." ”

"It's okay, time is running out, how much can you see."

"What are you looking for from me?"

She lowered her eyes, and then raised her eyes to look at Master: "Senior Yuzun." ”

This title made the master straighten his chest instantly, and even the glory was glowing, he put down the teacup, and said in a deep voice: "This, Sun Yatou wants to go to Chenzhou Shangchun, but she is not in good health, and the meaning of being a teacher is to let you escort her safely." ”

I was stunned: "Me? ”

"Well, you get ready, and now you're ready to go."

I was even more stunned: "So urgent? But what about my sticks......

"Chenzhou Shangchun is not far from here, it will be there in two days, and you can rush back in five days. I have asked Xiaofeng to arrange the manpower and carriage to pick her up on the road, and I don't need you to take care of her. ”

"But tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival......"

He looked at me with stern eyebrows: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is there every year, but Sun Yatou doesn't have much time, you should be careful." ”

I was a little unhappy, lowered my head, and my expression sank: "You said it all, Uncle Feng has arranged the manpower, Yang Xiuyi's dark people are all better than me, why do you have to pull me ......"

"You know sorcery, and if you're there, you'll have multiple guarantees."

"But ......"

"That's it, anyway, you don't want her to be hurt, do you hear?"

I bit my lip, I naturally know the severity of what he said, but I am not a saint, how can I not be unhappy in my heart.

He raised his voice and repeated: "Did you hear that?" ”

Uncle Feng pushed me: "Girl." ”

Of course I heard it, but if I say I heard it, it means that I agreed, and I didn't want to say yes.

Now every day is extremely precious to me, I can practice a set of stick techniques in five days, and I haven't spent the Mid-Autumn Festival with my loved ones for so many years, why do I have to go now.

I still didn't say a word, and the master asked several more times, and finally became furious: "If I were in good health, I would still need you to go!" Are you going or not! ”

I couldn't hold back, hanging my head and scolding: "I just don't want to go!" Why do you want to be strong! ”

"You!" A tea cup suddenly shattered at my feet, and Uncle Feng stepped forward to stop me behind: "Girl! ”

The master scolded loudly: "The girl is only two years older than you, but she has the world in her heart and a pure heart, you can look at yourself!" How do you compare to others! You have to go today, and you have to go if you don't go! She's going to have one less hair, and you don't have to come back! ”

“…… Have you heard me talking to you now, have I usually spoiled you and don't even listen to me? Good! Xiaofeng, go get my whip! ”

I raised my head, my eyes were red, and I wiped it fiercely: "No need, just go!" ”

Wangyun Mountain is vertical and horizontal, and it is easy to get to the foot of the mountain, but to completely get out of the Wangyun Mountain system, it will take at least two hours. Uncle Feng asked me to go down directly from the northwest mountain road of Zhaozhongju, and the few men he arranged for him to stay by the river early, and there was a ferry boat to dock.

As soon as I got on the boat, I leaned on the cabin, no one paid attention, a maid named Shan Meng handed Sun Shenyi a set of clothes, it was a cloud goose hibiscus flower waist long robe, the water sleeves were extremely wide, the ground was extremely long, with a hat, and the peach-colored curtain hanging down to the front of the abdomen covered her face, like a fairy.

The water of the Changliu River is much milder and clearer than that of the Linchen River, the clear water outside the window is quiet, and the fishing boats are in a minor tune, but they can't relieve the depression in my heart.

Since I was a child, I have been beaten and scolded by my master, but I have never been wronged like today, and he also asked me not to go back, even the little boy knows that a hair can fall out if he combs it casually, he means to drive me away, isn't it, what's the big deal, I won't go back!

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, thinking that I would become strong and brave when I came out of the bottom of the lake, but I didn't think that he would be able to make me angry with just a few words, especially in the end, he would even whip me with a teaching.

Why should I be scared at that time, just let him beat me to death!

Doctor Sun sat down beside me, carrying a pot and pouring tea, but did not speak. After sitting for a long time, I glanced at her, her eyes fell on the white water on the river, and she couldn't see the color of her eyes clearly. I was stunned for a moment, and looked at her again, through the veil, her face was extremely blurred, but the things on her face reflected the silver light slightly folded by the river, and she couldn't be more sober......

My heart sank, she actually pierced countless silver needles on herself! Hidden under a hood, it is very difficult to detect if it is not for the light.

Xu noticed my staring at her, she retracted her gaze and slowly looked at me, the river wind blew her curtain, rolling like a wave, but the voice was not as warm as the river breeze, with a slight chill that only had to be in the morning: "I asked you to accompany me, don't blame the Yuzun seniors." ”

I didn't start coldly, looking at the distant ** mountain, she took a sip of tea, and gently pushed a letter on the table: "There are a lot of witch formations in the place I want to go, and I don't want to trouble you as a last resort, this is what Yuzun's predecessor asked me to give you." ”

I glanced at the letter lightly, never wanting to talk to her, and she probably didn't feel the need to stay any longer, so she got up and nodded slightly, and walked out of the cabin.

I looked at the folded letter paper, and my mind was full of thoughts, I didn't know what kind of medicine the master was selling, he was on the mountain just now, why didn't he say it to face, and asked an outsider to hand over the letter?

I put up my cheeks, and my mind gradually dissipated, maybe this old guy was sorry, and he couldn't pull the old face to talk to me, so he put it in words? With his way of acting, such an explanation makes the most sense.

After a pause, I unfolded the letter paper, but I was stunned by lightning strikes.

"I have nurtured you for nearly seven years, opened your mind, taught you magic, and saved you in the fiery waters, and you must repay this kindness. Now that my old friend's widow is seriously ill, I am afraid that he will die in the near future, and I order you to save him by exchanging blood and removing poison, so that he must prolong his yang life and help him to save his fate. ”

There is no title, no payment, and he is very familiar with himself, but his tone is indifferent and unfamiliar, as if there is no master-apprentice friendship at all.

The tears that had been holding back suddenly flowed, wetting the paper and smearing the new ink stains black.

The Survivors of the Deceased Friend......

When I mentioned the old man Fenghua that night, I didn't want him to say it, because the old man Fenghua had a friendship with him for fifty or sixty years, and I only got along with him for six years, and I was afraid that I would not be able to compare. Now Sun Jiatong has become the widow of his old friend, and I seem to be isolated thousands of miles away by such a tone......

Although I have never taken the resentment of the old man out of anger on others, he killed Eighteen and killed my best sister! Why did he mention the words "the bereaved disciple of his old friend"?!

You must repay this kindness......

Exchange blood to detoxify ......

Help it but the dust......

Every word hurts as if it was engraved on the tip of my heart, just like when Uncle Feng asked me to leave Yang Xiuyi, which made me breathless.

I looked down at the wound on my right wrist that had not yet healed, and the tears became more and more fierce. rs