Lou Xinyue, Fang Fei'er and Song Qing all looked at Zhu Xiuqi with a surprised expression, but Bu An secretly observed the sloppy Taoist priest, and when he saw his curious look, he kept a heart in his eyes and said to him: "I have something to say to my senior brothers and sisters, you go outside first and wait, and I will come to you later." ”

Taoist priest Deng Xiaoxian hurriedly said "oh" and walked through the courtyard gate to the street.

Zhu Xiuqi saw that Bu'an had Deng Xiaoxian away, nodded thoughtfully, and then said that Bu'an and the only daughter of Yu Zhaozhong, the left governor of the Inspectorate, had a marriage contract, and how he defiled himself everywhere in order not to be a son-in-law, obviously talented and talented, but pretended to be stupid and stunned, and made many outrageous moves.

He said it clearly, with clear cause and effect, and even Bu'an listened to it, and felt as if he hadn't thought of so much.

Lou Xinyue was sad when she heard this, and said in her heart: It turns out that Senior Brother Bu is not arrogant, but has other sufferings. If you are a student of other Confucian sects, you have a marriage contract, and I am afraid that you will have the heart to seek death, but Senior Brother Bu hides it all in his heart, and he can't see it on his face, and he really bears the burden of humiliation.

Fang Fei'er thought that she often squeezed Bu'an, laughed at him for pretending to be stupid and dishonest, and felt that she was so wrong, she turned her head with red eyes.

Song Qing opened his mouth slightly, staring at him as if he had just met Bu An today, but he looked a little embarrassed about Bu An.

Su Su tried to widen his eyes on the side, but in the blink of an eye, two tears rolled down, and then he was out of control, lying on the stone platform and crying, and said vaguely: "I hurt it...... It's all my fault......" No one knew what she meant.

Bu An saw that everyone was a little out of shape, and it was not easy to elaborate on which were the facts and which were misunderstandings, so he scratched his head and said: "Actually, it's really nothing, it's not all me who have talent or not." The marriage contract is still three years later, and in three years, God knows what will happen. When it comes to cultivating in this world, and staying in the academy to practice, they are also on the same path. ”

Lou Xinyue was delicate, and when she heard something in Bu'an's words, she exclaimed: "Senior Brother Bu, aren't you going back to the academy?"

Bu An smiled and said: "I won't go back for the time being, after all, I have the name of a son-in-law, and going back is also to add to the blockage of the academy, and when I take off this hat, it's not too late to go back." It's the hut on the eastern slope, I want to trouble Senior Sister and Song Qing to help me take care of it......" As for his disagreement with the aura of the Confucian Heroes, he was embarrassed to mention it.

When Song Qing heard this, he suddenly cried out with a "wow" and said, "Then you...... Then you still give me the silver?! You don't know it's down the mountain...... Does it cost money everywhere?!"

Lou Xinyue and Fang Fei'er didn't know about the silver, but they were also moved by what they heard, and secretly wiped away their tears.

Zhu Xiuqi looked up at the night sky, and said in a deep tone of sadness and indignation: "The world is difficult, what's the use of crying." Senior Brother Bu, you are now going down the mountain to practice, once you endure humiliation and burden, you will definitely let the whole world know in the coming day, my little junior brother, what a hero!" he said so angrily that people couldn't help but be moved.

Lou Xinyue wiped away her tears, took a step forward, and said softly: "Senior brother, senior sister, I am a woman, but I also know a righteous word." One day, even if everyone in the world hates you and abandons you, then I will stand tall and say, this is my little junior brother!"

Fang Fei'er stiffened her neck and didn't speak, Song Qing wiped her tears, and said stubbornly: "Bu'an! I took the silver! I won't be lazy when I go back this time, and I will devote myself to cultivation! I will definitely break through the Yu Mansion in the coming day!"

This time, Zhu Xiuqi did not stop Song Qing, but was a little relieved that this fourth junior brother suddenly changed his personality and claimed that he was no longer lazy.

After such a fuss in the courtyard, Lou Yunkan was also brought over, and he saw that everyone was red-eyed, and he didn't want to ask anything, so he just said casually: "The hour is not early, and the wind is cold at night, so let's rest quickly." He walked away.

Zhu Xiuqi smiled and said: "Senior Brother Bu met his old acquaintance in a foreign country, and was about to reminisce about the old days, we should rest......" As he spoke, he beckoned everyone into the house, and even Su Su was taken to wash by Lou Xinyue crying, leaving Bu'an alone.

Bu'an stood alone in the yard, a little crying and laughing. Because of the crossing, I will only memorize some poems, and once I am tested for knowledge, I will show my feet, who knows that this kind of unworthy gap, but I was thought by several colleagues that it was to not be a son-in-law, deliberately hiding clumsy, and defiling myself everywhere. Several of his fellow disciples were sincere to him, and Bu An really didn't want to pretend to be deep and pretend to be a master in front of them, but no matter how much he emphasized that these poems were heard, Zhu Xiuqi and them only thought that he was humbling......

He rolled his eyes, thinking to himself that he might not be able to take off this master's hat for a while, and there was nothing to lose anyway, so let it go. After thinking about this section, he scratched his head and walked out of the courtyard gate, passed through the library, pushed open the door and came out into the street.

The sloppy Taoist priest Deng Xiaoxian was sitting on the steps outside the door, and when he saw Bu'an open the door and came out, he smiled at him a little embarrassedly.

Bu An sat down beside him, looked at the empty long street, and said, "We don't actually know each other, do we?"

Taoist priest Deng Xiaoxian's face is dirty, but his facial features are very handsome, and he is probably a beautiful son after washing, but he doesn't know why he went to be a Taoist priest. He smiled a little embarrassedly and explained, "Drowning people reach out and grab whatever they come from." Being in prison is similar to drowning. ”

Bu An shook his head and said, "Then why didn't you just say it directly? You have all come out of the prison, who are you bluffing? My senior brother will send you back again if he hears the truth?"

Deng Xiaoxian saw that Bu'an was speaking very casually, not as serious as ordinary Confucian students, and said with a bitter face: "Your senior brother is too decent, in front of him, I am under pressure......"

Bu An glanced at him, and when he saw his sloppy appearance, he didn't expect to squeeze any benefit out of him, so he casually asked, "How did you get in?"

Deng Xiaoxian's demeanor gradually relaxed, unconsciously curled up his legs, the whole figure squatted on the steps, shook his head and said sadly: "It's all the old bustard of Chunyan Lou is not good, early is not good, late is not good, but the 'ghost lead' has just come out, she entered a few new girls, my heart is itchy, the ghost is confused and accepted Wang Dahu's thirty taels of silver, and gave him a new house to exorcise ghosts, I thought that God knows that I know he knows, who would have thought, was touched by the government......"

Bu An rolled his eyes when he heard this, thinking that this person was simply shameless, as a Taoist priest, even if he was obsessed with beauty, he was open-mouthed, and he didn't feel ashamed at all, but it was precisely like this that he felt that this person was a little interesting, as if he was in tune with himself, leaned over and said: "As soon as the ghost comes out, is there a future for the ghost hunting business?"

It's okay that he didn't ask, but when he asked, Deng Xiaoxian's stomach was full of bitterness. The Taoist priest scolded the official while patting his thigh, and his words were very ugly, and he greeted all the female relatives in the Zhizhou family.

Bu'an automatically filtered out the incisions, and roughly heard what he was complaining about.

In March, the Yuezhou government added a tax item called "Supplemental Donation for the Suppression of Evil", saying that it was to use the money to recruit cultivators to hunt ghosts, but in fact, no one knew where the money went, and only knew that they had to do the business of catching ghosts.

The common people call this "anti-evil supplemental donation" a ghost tax, and the official document of the "right to suppress evil" is called a ghost introduction, and the ghost hunter who gets the ghost introduction is called a ghost catcher.

The problem is that the amount of money for a ghost introduction is as high as fifty taels of silver a month, and if you meet one or two high-rollers and still make some money, if you are unlucky, you have to accompany them all;

Bu Anxin thought that he didn't know if the ghost qi in his stomach could be used, and he didn't need to be in such a hurry, so he asked Deng Xiaoxian to go back first, and said that he would go to Qinglian Temple to find him if he had something.

As soon as the sloppy Taoist priest left, Bu'an walked back to the courtyard alone, blowing the night breeze suitable for late spring, and thinking about his future plans with his head sideways.

The boy pipa was still on his back, but he was not in a hurry to take it down and try it, just because this result was too important, and it was related to how he would go on a deviant path from now on.

Song poems and Song Ci that can be recited in his mind completely, masterpieces of the Ming and Qing dynasties, and there are also that he originally liked to recite these, after coming to this world, he would hastily recall them every night before going to bed, and sometimes suddenly remembered a somewhat vague poem, and memorized it silently in his heart, for fear that he would forget it after a long time - heroic spirits are everywhere, he dare not read them out loud, nor dare to record them with a pen, for fear that these poems will be useless if they "see the light".

The result of the unintentional willow insertion in the previous life has become a strategic resource in this life, which is really an unexpected joy, but no matter how much you memorize, you will always use one song less than one, and you have to stay at the critical moment to save your life, you can't wave, you can't go crazy, you can't squander it casually.

He has been thinking about the word "deviant" repeatedly in the past few days, and he has thought more and more thoroughly, Tu Yao's meaning should be to let him be a madman or a fool, not a wicked person.

Of course, there is also unwillingness in the depths of Bu An's bottom, feeling that Tu Yao has underestimated himself, and feels that he has crossed over and deserves to become a big name, not just satisfied with being a madman and a fool. However, deviance is also a guarantee, a bottom line, and even a cover for him. If it soars into the sky in the future, it will naturally be impressive, but even if it is a breath away, with this pretense, it can make Yu Zhaozhong avoid himself, so that he will not really become a son-in-law.

He is optimistic by nature, but he is not silly, laughing, and not really indifferent.

He was grateful to a few of his classmates, and felt that it was precisely because of them that the world was full of human touch, which made him indulge in it, even if he was sitting alone in the courtyard at the moment, he did not feel lonely at all.

Senior brother Zhu Xiu Qi is benevolent and upright, the second senior sister Lou Xinyue is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and the third senior sister Fang Fei'er is naturally straightforward, although Song Qing usually speaks out of tune, her mind is as pure as a clear spring, they are all first-class people, and Bu'an feels honored to have such a fellow disciple.

As for Tu Yao......

Thinking of the scene on the shore of Mirror Lake, in the pavilion, when the tide receded around and Tu Yao turned around, the corners of Bu'an's mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a smile.

While laughing, he took the lute off his shoulder, hugged it comfortably in his arms, held the neck with one hand, floated on the string with the other, and silently closed his eyes.

The coolness of the dantian slowly walked to his chest, turned a corner, swam to his shoulder, and then flowed along his arm until it stopped between the fingers of his right index finger, where he stayed steadily.

Bu'an opened his eyes, his fingers swept over the strings, and a string of crisp but slightly monotonous sounds were made, far less vivid than the pipa music described in the poem, but in Bu'an's ears, it seemed like heaven.

Because the coolness between his fingers was clearly brought out by the vibrating strings, floating in the courtyard of the spring night, glowing with soft warm light, like a slowly fluffy ribbon in the clear water, like the phantom of the night that moves with the rhythm of music, like a vigorous vitality, a happy soul, containing an indescribable charming taste.

This warm light turned by the coolness in his dantian only lasted for a moment, and then spread out with the aftersound of the piano, disappearing as if it had melted into the air.

Bu An let out a long breath. He knew that whether or not there was a future in the ghost hunting business, for the time being, he was done.