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Cen Chi, who was only six years old at the time, didn't know so much, he could probably only say whatever he wanted, but it was this kind of direct feeling that turned into words to confide, which could best reach the point of question. ◎WWW.◎After getting the answer from the senior brother, Cen Chi was still puzzled, and after thinking about it, he asked, "Can't we be together if we learn differently?" Isn't it good that the senior brother has been here all these days? ”

As soon as Cen Chi's words fell, Lin Shan, who was lying on the bed next to him and pretending to read, also turned his head, obviously he also had this doubt in his heart.

"Hmm...... You're not entirely wrong to say that. Xiao Kuang's hand that was collecting the bowl froze slightly, and he pondered for a moment, then changed the topic and asked softly: "Little junior brother, senior brother asks you, if I am not here these days, and the second senior brother can't help you, then how will you live?" ”

Cen Chi could hear that the tone of Senior Brother's speech had changed a little, and whenever he spoke like this, it was when he was extremely serious.

Therefore, Cen Chi's complexion soon became stern and serious.

However, when he thought about the question asked by the senior brother several times with great seriousness, he frowned.

He didn't know how to answer, and it was only now that he suddenly realized that although he had a strong memory and a gift that could almost be remembered, he lacked the skills to live alone.

He subconsciously looked to the side because of the punishment and the back of his buttocks was beaten off by the board, so that he could only lie on the bed, but he was also looking at the second senior brother who looked at him here.

He suddenly realized that although the second senior brother was cooking unpalatable. Washing clothes is often done in a hurry, but the second senior brother can at least use flint to make a fire, can cook a pot of rice, and even sometimes the clothes are torn by the thorns on the mountain road, and the second senior brother can also twist and sew patches...... This qiē life skill, but I can't even barely do it.

"I don't know......" After thinking for a long time, Cen Chi slowly lowered his head, "I won't ......"

"This is the eleventh time you've said that!" Lin Shan, who had been silent next to him, suddenly interjected at this time, "No, you will learn, senior brother will not stay here all the time to listen to you no, I don't know." ”

Xiao Kuang rarely did. Didn't help the young Cen Chi speak. Instead, he agreed with Lin Shan's words, nodded and then said slowly to Cen Chi: "If I wasn't here, you would have learned to cook." You may not be tall enough to put away the dishes on the table, but if no one helps you. I believe in your mind. You won't be surprised. You can also step on a stool to collect the dishes. ”

Cen Chi raised his head when he heard this, with a hint of understanding and a little surprise in his expression.

"Take care of your own life. This is the most basic skill that you should master as a person, regardless of your talent. Xiao Kuang's words paused slightly, and then continued: "An isolated and helpless environment can best make people learn to bear and be strong, you are still young, and it may not be appropriate to say this to you now, but this is something you must understand."

Before you arrived, the second brother lived alone most of the time, and when he first learned to use the flint, he rubbed and struck the stone hundreds of times, but he couldn't stop trying because he failed, because there was no second person around him who would help, and if he couldn't light firewood, he would only starve.

Because there was sand in the rice, which almost cracked his tooth bones, he learned to wash rice.

Sometimes the Master is not there, and you can only rely on yourself to improve your food. The mountain was rich in produce, but if he hadn't learned how to shoot arrows and design traps, he would have had nothing more than a feast for his eyes if a rabbit passed under his feet and a pheasant flew overhead. ”

"Because I can't count on anyone to help make it easy for me, I can only do it myself and learn to master these most basic skills." Xiao Kuang reached out and gently stroked the braided hair on the top of Cen Chi's head, "If I were here, I might not be able to turn a blind eye to your difficulties, but if so, I wonder how long it will take you to learn this?" This is a result that Master does not want to see. ”

Cen Chi listened to what Xiao Kuang said in confusion, although there were some unclear points, he at least kept the original words in mind word for word, and then he nodded seriously.

And just as Xiao Kuang's words were finished, before Cen Chi could pick up the conversation for a while, a voice suddenly floated outside the house:

"What Kuang'er said is true."

This familiar voice revealed an incomparably solemn tone, which lifted Lin Shan and Xiao Kuang in the room, and Cen Chi, who was the weakest, showed a little timidity in his eyes.

Xiao Kuang put down the dishes that still had leftovers in his hand, dusted off his sleeves, and then bowed deeply towards the middle-aged man with a long body, bright eyes, and a wooden hairpin and black robe who walked in at the door: "Xiao Kuang, the big disciple of the North Fence, meet the master." ”

Lin Shan had also rolled over from the bed and got off the ground, although the injury behind his buttocks was pulled and cracked, and the pain made his forehead begin to sweat, but this pain did not stop him from bowing to the master and apprentice: "Disciple ......"

Lin Shan had just raised his hands and was about to bow down, when he saw the old man of Beili raising his sleeves to block him, and said in a gentle tone: "Shan'er, you have a good rest!" ”

Although the punishment a few days ago was done by him himself, every board was laid, and his strength fell very strongly, and he showed no mercy to his subordinates, and he beat the two disciples for a few days without recuperation. But after punishing this file, he actually took care of the places that he could take care of as a master.

Lin Shan also knew in his heart that he had made mistakes first, and punishment was the inevitable result. Although the master did not forgive him in the slightest, it was impossible for him to hold a grudge because of this matter.

Then, the old man's gaze fell on Cen Chi's face.

Cen Chi did not salute, but only whispered with a somewhat timid expression: "Master." ”

"Hmm." The old man of Beili answered lightly, and then he walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, reached out and lifted the clothes on Lin Shan's back to look at it carefully, and said slowly: "It's already scabbed." ”

He looked sideways at Xiao Kuang, and said, "These few days are the key to dispel decay and rejuvenate, you should be careful, don't let his scabs crack open twice, so as not to leave scars in the future." ”

"Yes." Xiao Kuang's head was bowed.

After checking the healing of Lin Shan's injuries, the old man of Beili did not say anything more. stood up and beckoned to Cen Chi: "Chi'er, follow the teacher out."

Come. ”

Cen Chi followed the old man in Beili and walked out of the house. Before going out, he subconsciously glanced back, only to see that the senior brother's hands were naturally hanging down at his side, and his eyes were meek and peaceful. The second senior brother was still lying on the bed, but unlike the calm gaze of the senior brother, there was a slight look of concern in the eyes of the second senior brother.

Walking outside the house, seeing that the master still had no intention of stopping, Cen Chi followed in silence until the grass hut behind him was about to disappear in the mountains and forests, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Master." Where are you going? ”

The old man heard the question of a childish voice behind him. He didn't even look back, still maintained a gait with his hands tied behind his back, raised his head slightly, and said lightly: "It's here." You'll know. ”

Considering that there was a child who couldn't walk fast behind him. In fact, he secretly slowed down. But in the eyes of the child. Master walked like the wind, still walking extremely fast, and he had some difficulty following himself.

If it was Cen Chi a few years later who heard Master's reply. I will definitely slander two words in my heart: "Nonsense!" ”

But when Cen Chi was six years old, when he heard this, his first reaction was to secretly realize: "The second senior brother is really learning from the master to speak." ”

Hearing a little displeasure in the tone of the master's voice, Cen Chi didn't dare to ask any more questions.

The mountain road was rugged and winding, and Cen Chi only felt that he had walked for a long time, but the master still had no intention of stopping, and there was no house in front of him. Such a wordless walking journey was inevitably monotonous, and Cen Chi's attention unconsciously fell on the arm that the master tied behind his back.

Master's two sleeves are extraordinarily spacious, and if they hadn't been bent behind his back, he would have dragged them to the ground. And because the wide sleeves were held up in the air, as the master's figure undulated on the rugged mountain road, the two sleeves also swayed...... I don't know what motive it is, Cen Chi subconsciously wants to imitate.

He also wrapped his immature arms around his back, which had not yet fully grown his bones, to experience the feeling of the robe being windless and automatic, but he soon found that his hands could barely be held together behind his back, as if his arms were not long enough......

So he tried to twist his shoulders to reach his fingers, and if anyone looked at him from the front, it would seem indescribably awkward, but of course he himself could not realize it.

Finally, his hands were clasped behind his back, but at this moment, his walking form became extremely unbalanced, and it was only a small protruding boulder on the ground, which tripped him face down, and gnawed on a mouth full of grass stubble.

The old man finally stood and turned around.

He didn't know that the reason why the newly accepted child's disciple who had not yet lost his heart fell was just playful, and he thought that this child was immature and weak after all, and he couldn't compare to the other two disciples.

Looking sideways at the front of the mountain road, estimating the length of the remaining journey, the old man of Beili sighed softly, and pulled Cen Chi, who had fallen heavily and was already crying in pain, but could hold back a word, from the ground and lifted it onto his back.

When Cen Chi first arrived at the Great Wilderness Mountain, he also came over on his master's back like this along the way. But at that time he was entitled to special treatment because he had endured hunger for too long, and was so ill that he could no longer walk on his own.

In Cen Chi's memory, lying on the master's back this time is the most real way to feel the warmth of the master. Master's back is more generous than that of Senior Brother.

However, Cen Chi's mood at this time was not relaxed, a little surprised, a little nervous, and the two small fists hanging on the shoulders on both sides of the master were clenched tightly.

The old man of Beili obviously felt the nervousness of the child on his back, and suddenly said: "Release your fist, wrap your neck around the teacher, and don't roll off your back again." ”

Cen Chi did as he was told, and as his mood slowed down slightly, he couldn't help but ask again, "Master, are you angry?" ”

The old man of Beili said in a flat tone: "Why do you say this? ”

Cen Chi said worriedly: "You...... You can't laugh at anyone......"

"Being a teacher is true for anyone, you have to do your best to get used to it." The old man of Beili paused slightly, and then continued: "Chi'er, you remember, do a good job of disciple responsibilities in the master's sect, and you will not have any apologies for being a teacher." Usually when you meet as a teacher, you don't have to be submissive, you can express what you think in your heart, whether it is right or wrong, the teacher has a little bit of a responsibility to answer you. Even if there are some things that may not be explained to you too clearly for the time being, I will definitely talk about them at the right time. ”

"Yes, Master." After listening to Master's teachings, when Cen Chi replied, there was some more high-spirited tone in his voice.

……

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On that day, Cen Chi stepped into the residence of the old man in Beili for the first time.

Master's residence is at the top of Xiahong Peak in the Great Wilderness Mountain. From the outside, they are only a few grass-roofed houses, but the dark rooms embedded in the surface of those houses are surprisingly large. There were many boxes in the dark room, but in the years that followed, Cen Chi never had the opportunity to go there to explore the details. I only remember the only chance I had was when my senior brother Lin Shan took the risk to sneak him in, and hurriedly looked through a few boxes, which were full of books.

In the spacious and neat underground dark room full of boxes, the old man of Beili removed the birthday lock hanging around Cen Chi's neck.

It wasn't until that moment that Cen Chi could be regarded as officially worshipping the Beili School.

It was also from that time on. Taught by the Master. Cen Chi vaguely delineated his future goals, and diluted the impression of his parents that was not very clear in his memory.

Discover your own talent potential, achieve the talents of the auxiliary country, and surpass the second senior brother. Inherit the centennial ambition of the North Fence School.

If things keep going this trajectory. Not bad.

However, this is a bit hard. But the full and steady life did not last long.

It only lasted three years.

Before that rainy night, the image of Master in Cen Chi's heart. Still majestic and erudite, he only has full of respect.

But such a harmonious learning environment seemed to be shattered by the storm and lightning rush that night.

What is the reason for this?

The result?

When he was nine years old, he was forced to leave the Great Wilderness Mountain, and after leaving the Shimen school, Cen Chi wandered outside for more than ten years, and he has always been very puzzled, on that thunderstorm night, why the master suddenly rushed into his bedroom with a sharp knife like a mad demon......

Master, what is the purpose of the sudden ruthlessness in your eyes?

Although he met his senior brother Xiao Kuang again many years later, after a long conversation, Cen Chi finally knew the reason why the master wanted to kill him on a rainy night when he was nine years old, but the doubts in his heart deepened.

In the past three years, more than 1,000 days and nights of earnest teaching, although the life is light but subtle care, is it all fake?

If it weren't for the second senior brother who suddenly rushed in and risked his life to resist, Master, would you really be able to do it to me?

The two familiar thatched huts in front of him gradually blurred in their vision, as if they were fading away, and as if they had turned into smoke and dust and disappeared with the wind; The majestic and lofty outline of the Great Barren Mountain also began to blur, as if it was like a splash of ink, smeared into the night, and then seemed to sink into the ground, falling into a sea......

In front of me, however, a mountain path appeared, and instead of rugged gravel, it was paved with neat stone steps. The scenery on both sides of the stone steps path has been blurred into ink, and only the stone steps reflect the moonlight and silver glow, revealing the long figure walking on the stone steps step by step.

The figure tucked its hands behind its back, its two wide sleeves dangling in the air, as if the man's arms would be dragged to the ground if they had been lowered a little longer.

Cen Chi remembered the back, especially the wooden hairpin inserted in the man's hair.

Once, when the master carried him on the mountain road, he almost couldn't resist pulling the wooden hairpin several times.

At that time, it was very simple and just for fun, not like now, time seemed to have passed for a long time, and it seemed to be just a blink of an eye, when he saw the familiar back again, the familiar wooden hairpin, his heart suddenly tightened.

It seems that on the simple and unpretentious wooden hairpin, there is a cold breath entwined, and the long figure has also been emptied, and an evil spirit lives in.

"Master?"

Although Cen Chi was faintly afraid of the familiar back, because that back reminded him of the rainy night killing when he was nine years old, he couldn't help but call out as he watched his master walk away step by step.

Originally, he didn't believe in the theory of ghosts and monsters, but the cruel experience that forced him to leave the Shimen school at the age of nine carved an indelible wound on his soul that made him unstable when he saw someone again.

I don't know when it began, the dark clouds covered the silver moon, and it rained again in the sky.

However, Cen Chi didn't feel the cold rain dripping on his face, he just heard the sound of the rain falling on the stone steps, the mist splashed, and the back of the master, who had already walked a little farther away on the stone steps, became more hazy.

The vague back did not mean to turn back, and continued to walk forward step by step on the stone steps.

"Master!" Cen Chi shouted, and subconsciously took a step forward.

It was at this time that he noticed that his body had become extremely light. It seemed to float in mid-air, but it just jumped forward with the intention of jumping, that is, like a swallow cutting rain, swept out several feet at once, and swept less than seven steps away from the shadow.

This strange scene made Cen Chi's heart empty for no reason, and he suddenly faintly realized that he seemed to have become a rabbit in a trap.

The back figure that was gradually walking away in the rain suddenly stopped and turned his face...... His facial features were blurred, and he didn't know if it was because the rain was getting heavier and heavier, which affected his vision. Or is it because the face is hideously twisted together......

The man had a sharp knife in his hand. The sharp edge of the knife seems to be able to cut the raindrops falling from the sky into two pieces.

The man said coldly: "Chi'er, I came to see you for the teacher, are you still used to the new bed?" ”

A vague figure with a knife seemed to be about to approach as he spoke. But he could only pull his legs and feet in place. But he couldn't take the actual half-step distance.

At this point. Cen Chi saw clearly that there was a young figure at the foot of the blurred figure. The boy hugged the knife-wielding figure's legs tightly. As a result, he could not walk, and the indigo shirt on the young man's body had turned a dark red color, not because it was wet by the rain, but because it was soaked with blood.

"Let's go!"

The boy turned his face and shouted.

Different from the long and blurred face, although the figure of the young man curled up on the ground was blurred in a dark red color, the outline of his face could be very clearly imprinted into Cen Chi's eyes in the night rain, the wide eyes were embedded in the miserable white face, and the dark pupils seemed to open the passage of the region.

"Senior brother......" Cen Chi couldn't help but call in a trembling voice. The cold voice of the elder figure and the sharp knife he held made Cen Chi want to turn around and flee immediately, but when he saw clearly that it was the second senior brother Lin Shan who was dragging the footsteps of the elder figure, and when he saw the second senior brother lying in a pool of blood, he suddenly felt that his legs were stiff again.

"Let's go!" The boy shouted the word again, choking out of his throat with blood foam, his face had become extremely pale, "Don't go and wait for death!" ”

Cen Chi, who was standing on the stone steps of the mountain road, looked at the scene in front of him, and his heart was extremely frightened. He didn't turn around, but he was finally able to control his legs and take a step back, but unexpectedly, this step stepped into the abyss.

"Master ......" Cen Chi suppressed his voice and roared, and suddenly woke up from his nightmare, and immediately felt his limbs and bones being filled with pain, which made his hands and feet tremble uncontrollably.

But fortunately, he has now broken free from those soul-destroying dreams.

Although he knew that it was a dream, when he just opened his eyes and woke up, Cen Chi's heart actually had a hidden feeling of the rest of his life. He subconsciously took a deep breath, accidentally touched the pain of the broken bone under the ribs, and couldn't help but snort.

The physical pain quickly reminded him of what had happened before he passed out, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

Such a toss, sometimes empty your mind to think about it, it is really boring and fugitive

Something that adds to the pain.

Fang Wu, a middle-aged Taoist who was napping on the table, sat up straight and looked sideways, and said with some surprise: "Woke up so soon?" ”

While speaking, Fang Wuji got up from the table, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, then clasped Cen Chi's wrist for a moment, and then said: "My life is saved, but I must stay in bed for at least five days to recuperate before I can move my hands and feet." ”

"Five days?" Cen Chi suddenly remembered something and struggled to sit up.

Fang Wu stretched out his hand and pressed his shoulder, and said urgently: "Don't struggle, the broken rib has just been taken back, if you don't pay attention to recuperation, I'm afraid it will cause a hidden disease." ”

Cen Chi sighed silently, he also felt that his physical condition was terrible. In the dream before, although he always felt that his feet were not on the ground, and his body was floating like a wandering spirit, but at that time, with the drift of his mind, the pain all over his body also became blurred, not as real and violent as when he woke up now, and his underwear was soaked with sweat.

Fang Wu put Cen Chi's hand back into the quilt, then looked at him and said slowly: "Why bother so much, I thought that after the incident in the tea shed, you would let go of the killing thoughts." ”

"In order to prevent the high dive from seeing the clues from you, so that I can continue my actions in the inn, I must have lied to you when I left the teahouse before. If you're angry, just scold me. For this matter, Cen Chi wanted the other party to smile apologetically, but at this time, he was in pain everywhere, and he really couldn't laugh. After a pause to adjust his breathing, he frowned and said, "Do you still have that little red pill you gave me just now?" ”

Fang Wu was slightly stunned, then shook his head and said, "That's not a good thing. How can I carry too much with me? Just two servings, you vomit one, eat one, and then there is no more. ”

"Help." Cen Chi stared at Fang Wu's face, obviously questioning the Taoist's answer, "Do you believe it or not, a person who could have survived, but could have been killed without shedding a drop of blood?" ”

Fang Wu tugged at the corners of his mouth, and suddenly said, "A prison codex like 'Hundred Logs in the Torture Room'. It's better for you to see less. So as not to be cranky. ”

Cen Chi said lightly: "If it weren't for that book's treasure, I wouldn't have given it a damn." ”

"Collecting is also a helpless move, like this ** left over from the previous dynasty, I'm afraid that this world will be burned." Fang Wu said casually. "This book of experience that is exchanged for the blood and life of a prisoner. Although the word-by-word account is too murderous. But it is not without a bit of merit. Using the kind of methods in "Hundred Logs of the Torture Room" to extract a confession, I'm afraid even Shiren has to speak. The perverted intelligence of the original author is rare today. ”

Cen Chi said expressionlessly: "If you refuse to take out that little red pill." Maybe in the future you'll lose a friend with whom you can talk about the perverted author. ”

"But you need to rest now." Fang Wu put away his rambling thoughts, his face calmed, "That kind of medicine can stimulate the potential of people's bodies, you will feel refreshed after taking it, but you don't know that the effect of that medicine is to burn people's vitality." You've already lost too much blood, how can you withstand such suffering? ”

"Do you think I'm resting right now?" Although Cen Chi knew that Fang Wu was also thinking about him when he said that, the physical pain gave him a more direct feeling, which frustrated his patience. After gritting his teeth and enduring it for a moment, he said again: "Why don't you give me a stick on the head, so that I can rest." ”

Fang Wu pursed his lips and didn't say to give, nor did he say no.

"Give it to me." Cen Chi sighed in a deep voice, and looked at the middle-aged Taoist with a pleading meaning in his eyes, "I know you must still have a copy in your hand." ”

Fang Wu still sat still, and only asked in a slow voice: "I'll give you that medicine, but don't go crazy if you take it, don't do crazy things again." ”

"It's not like I don't know my current physical condition." Cen Chi picked the corners of his mouth, "Unless that little red pill is an elixir, although it can arouse some spirit after taking it, at most it is only enough for me to open my mouth to speak, what else." ”

"I also wanted to prevent you from coming nonsense, and I was determined to kill Gao Qian, so you lied to me." Having said that, Fang Wu still made a concession, and sure enough, he reached into his arms and took out a small paper bag, which he casually threw on the quilt covered by Cen Chi's chest.

Cen Chi moved his fingers and wanted to get the paper bag containing the pills, but he quickly gave up again, let out a long breath, and said, "I don't even have the strength to raise my hand." ”

"Then don't move." Fang Wu said, he had already arrived at the table, poured a cup of cold boiled water, and brought it over to help Cen Chi take the medicine. At this time, the scene in the house was really not suitable for outsiders to see, so Fang Wu did not call someone to bring boiling water in, he was not a woman, and he was not so particular about some things.

However, Cen Chi was also a casual person, and the cold water medicine was nothing to him, and he just wanted to swallow the pill as much as he could, to alleviate some physical pain.

The pain of internal frustration, the pain of broken bones, and the pain of pulling out poison all hit at the same time, and for a person like him who had no foundation in martial arts, it really made every moment of his awakening and every breath turn into a living torture.

The point is that he is still a little afraid of that dream at the moment and doesn't want to dream again. Compared to the pain on his body, in the vague dream shadows against the dark background, the heart-cutting fear he felt was even more unbearable.

If this middle-aged Daoist knew that the purpose of asking for that pill was secondary, it was actually mainly to prevent himself from escaping that dream, this Daoist would definitely laugh, right?

The distracting thoughts in his heart flashed, Cen Chi didn't think about it anymore, lowered his head slightly, his lower lip approached the water cup that Fang Wu handed over, took a sip of cold water, and chewed and swallowed the small pill with a strange color.

He vaguely remembered how he felt when he took this pill for the first time, but when he felt the medicinal power of this pill again, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

A ball of fireworks ignited from the abdomen, but only burned to the internal organs, like being trapped in an iron furnace, and could not warm the limbs that were cold from excessive blood loss. This difference in body temperature is indescribably strange, but even non-medical practitioners can appreciate that it is a pathological effect.

Despite this, his lips did not return to the slightest blood, but his cheeks burned with a few bloodshots. I also feel that I feel that after taking the medicine, my body is indeed much more comfortable, and I am also much more sober.

nbsp; It's just that the heart beating in the chest is a little irritable, like beans roasted in a pot at high temperature, some irregular jumping and falling, high and low, it seems that there is a possibility of exploding into pieces.

Cen Chi closed his eyes and smoothed out his breathing as much as possible, hoping that the sickly palpitations would gradually calm down.

The second time he took the pill, he felt it more clearly than the first time. Detect the evil of this pill. He accidentally felt a trace of fear in his heart, and secretly said: This medicine really can't be taken casually, the medicine is too violent.

Thinking of this, another thought suddenly popped into his mind. Suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Old Dao." Your medicine reminds me of a person. ”

"You mean Liao Shi." Fang Wu said without touching his beard. "I also thought that this kind of medicine with a mixed reputation was probably his method. But this medicine was indeed given by Xiao Kuang, and I have never met Liao Shi. ”

Fang Wu had said this when he gave Cen Chi the little red pill for the first time, but at that time Cen Chi was already in a semi-comatose state, and Fang Wu felt that he might have forgotten it, so he repeated it again.

But in fact, Cen Chi did not forget about it, and he did not stop doubting Liao Shi because Fang Wu pushed the matter of the medicine on the senior brother.

Although Liao Shi belongs to the side branch of the Beili School, he is separated from Cen Chi, a disciple of the main line of the Beili School, for more than one generation, and it is normal that the two sides will not have any contact, and this is indeed the case. Now Cen Chi suddenly thought seriously about this person, because he took the clue of this person to the head of the second senior brother Lin Shan.

Cen Chi took a deep breath and said slowly: "As far as I know, Liao Shi was disgusted with the people of the emperor's family because of the matter of the old queen mother of the previous dynasty, and even included the family of Nanzhao Xinjun, who had redeemed him. Therefore, his whereabouts after leaving the prison have always been extremely secretive, even the emperor has hidden them, but only the senior brother knows. ”

Fang Wu knew that he had two senior brothers, and he was a little unaccustomed to this somewhat strange title for a while, so he hesitated and said, "What you said is ...... Lin Shan? ”

Seeing Cen Chi nodding, Fang Wu thought about it and said: "This should not be difficult to explain, in the early years, Xiao Kuang was placed under house arrest by the Northern King's Mansion, it was Lin Shan who rescued him from the cage and placed him in Kyoto, the two of them come and go much more frequently than you, and there may have been news about Liao Shi's whereabouts a long time ago." ”

"That was a long time ago, the senior brother rescued the senior brother to return to China, and soon after that, he withdrew from Kyoto, and he did not return for ten years, so how can he still come and go frequently. What's more, in the fifth year of his brother's departure from Beijing, Liao Shi only appeared in the village and town where he lived in seclusion for half a year, and then completely lost his trace......" Cen Chi said this, paused for a moment, eased his breathing that had become weak and rapid because he had been talking for a long time, and he was also hesitant to say the next words to the other party too bluntly.

"Actually, Shi Jing has been looking for Liao Shi. He has three sons, the eldest son is brave and decisive, but in his opinion the scheming is not enough, such a general is really embarrassing in the prime minister's family, who has never been able to get actual military power; The second son of the Shi family is a crazy fool, so don't mention it; is the third son of the Shi family, the city is quite deep and comparable to Lao Tzu, Shi Jing, the father, is also very concerned about this son, but the third son of the Shi family has a hidden disease, that is, he can't see blood. ”

Having said this, a smile of incomprehensibility slipped across the corners of Cen Chi's mouth, and he continued: "This hysteria is simply the death hole of a person, and everyone has the ability to control it, otherwise how can the emperor rest assured that such a character will serve in the Privy Council." Use his mind to deal with tedious matters, and he will never dare not do it without his heart. ”

Fang Wu was surprised and said: "The emperor is not afraid that this father and son will collude with the news, and the wolf will be a traitor?" ”

"Shi Jing has no military power in his hands, and the authority to control the financial revenue of the dynasty has been given to a few Shangshu, what can he do, but he just makes a pen for the emperor, and no matter how good the handwriting is, it is only a few drops of ink marks." Cen Chi shook his head slowly, "It's like a cat sleeping with a fish on its pillow, if it eats a fish, it will be killed by the fisherman immediately, and if it doesn't eat, it will be killed by itself." Thanks to Shi Jing, the old fox, he can bear it so much. ”

Fang Wu couldn't help but say, "Maybe he really returned to the new dynasty?" ”

"How can outsiders know his personal thoughts, but I'm afraid it won't be too simple. He surrendered too quickly and too smartly. Such a wise person is either difficult to change hands and is willing to be faithful to only one king in his life, or he is only interested in profit, cunning all his life, and is not loyal to anyone. Cen Chi looked at Fang Wu and sighed softly, "In short, the current emperor has never been able to rest assured of this person, in fact, I also feel that an old fox who guards people thousands of miles away like this is really unpredictable. ”

Fang Wuxin burst out and said, "Could it be that he still wants to usurp the throne?" ”

"Who knows. But once this thought of his one day leaks out, then the environment he is in will inevitably push him down that road. Cen Chi lowered his eyes slightly, and continued: "For more than three hundred years in the previous dynasty, it is not that there has been no usurpation. After all, the phase seems to be one step away from the throne, this is a great temptation of power, the sea has been up and down for a long time, so it is inevitable that there will be a moment when the power ** confuses the heart, and the usurpation of the throne, once it has begun, it cannot be turned back.

Besides, Wang Chi is a good example of a successful usurper! ――

(To be continued......)