The young man was full of the sense of fortitude and uprightness of a martial artist, and stepped out of the remote courtyard, his eyebrows and eyes were particularly handsome in the scorching sunlight.

Su Musha, who was with the young man, watched him leave the direction and said, "Your sister definitely doesn't want to see you meddle in this matter." ”

"Whether my sister wants it or not, that's my sister's business." Xi Xuan's footsteps did not stop, and his voice was extremely firm: "In any case, Xiao Mu had a life-saving grace for his sister before, and my Xi family categorically did not have the reason for not repaying the kindness." ”

This has nothing to do with whether he wants Mu Yi to die.

"Juvenile ......" The man behind him wanted to speak and stopped.

"Second Brother Su, you weren't an indecisive person, but now you're so timid, are you afraid that your sister will be displeased?" Xi Xuan suddenly stopped, but didn't look back, "Or do you have an old relationship with that blind and blind man, and you can't bear to see him die?" ”

Regarding Xixuan's words, Su Mu avoided answering and only said: "Be careful of everything." ”

"Take care of my sister at home." Xi Xuanyan said, just like Fang Cai, and flew out of the general's West Mansion.

Imperial capital, in the middle of the city.

There was a handsome young man riding a fierce horse, leading more than 100 sons and daughters dressed in regular clothes to gallop through the streets and alleys, and went straight to the city gate.

The sky is full of gold, but it can't dissolve the cold and hard anger that these people kill from the pile of dead.

Qiyun Mountain, inside the field.

An old man with gray hair, with a rickety figure, waited for him to dismiss all the living creatures in the courtyard before returning to his room and sitting in front of the bronze mirror on the windowsill, tremblingly raising his hand to untie the white veil under it, revealing most of his face that had been covered for more than ten years.

I don't know if it's because the sunlight outside the window is too scorching, or if it's living in the dark all year round, when the white veil falls, Chunhua's eyes can't be opened no matter what.

I don't know how long later, on a face that was extraordinarily white but full of wrinkles in the bronze mirror, his closed eyes slowly opened, revealing blue and yellow eyes.

In the Central Plains, from the emperor to the common people, they all believe that people with different pupils have the body of life and death, immortal, immortal, and immortal.

In the previous dynasty, there was an emperor who was obsessed with the art of immortality, and in order to become an immortal shortcut, he cooked a person with different pupils, but died violently in the dormitory for no reason on the night of cannibalism.

The palace people only said that it was the person with different pupils who came to ask for his life.

As soon as this incident came out, people all over the world were more and more afraid of people with different pupils.

"I haven't seen you for years, I've grown like this." Chunhua squinted her eyes and looked at the person in the mirror, and her old voice with a slight male duck voice was mocking, "Presumably, that raunchy old guy is too old to look good." ”

Chunhua scattered a silver thread, loosened it behind her head with a red rope that had faded and turned white, and changed it into a red robe that he had sealed at the bottom of the box for many years.

The style of the red robe is chic, which not only integrates the atmosphere of the men's wide-sleeved robe, but also has a bit of the beauty of the slim waist of the women's dress.

Therefore, he did not look fat on his body, but made him more and more heroic, but the skin and flesh that looked like a furrow on his neck and wrists and the white hair made him sigh. ”

Outside the window, the deafening sound of iron hooves shook the valley.

The spring flowers, which have always had excellent ear power, didn't hear about it, and only moved slowly with half-squinted eyes, carefully looking at the decorations in the house and courtyard.

Every brick, tile, board and bench here was built by him, and although he lived in it before, he didn't see it with his own eyes now.

Chunhua's hands were full of wrinkles, and she gently brushed the stone table that had been cut off under the osmanthus tree in the courtyard, and the smile between the eyes that would have been frightening was faint, "The texture on this stone is really beautiful." ”

I still remember that when he first chiseled this stone slab from the mountain, he wanted to make a stone bed for the young man, but the young man said that the texture on the stone was very beautiful, and it was just right to make a stone table.

Chunhua didn't speak at the time, only raised her hand and split it along the middle of the slate, half of the broken slate became today's stone table, and the other half, Chunhua still used it to make a small stone bed, so that the young man who had a slightly curved back due to perennial reading and learning words slept for a whole year before giving up.

Chunhua turned around, and her fingertips swiped dozens of knife marks of different shades on the osmanthus trunk in front of her, and there were as many as fourteen of them, "It's been fourteen years." ”

At first, the little boy was standing with him, but he was waist-high, but now he was an inch taller than him.

Chunhua's palm rubbed the two knife marks on the top of the trunk, one new and one old, like caressing the sideburns on the child's head, and the fatigue on his face faded a little.

When his face is covered with white veil, he can skillfully avoid all obstacles, but now he can see things with his eyes, and he can walk a little staggeringly.

Walking into the kitchen, Chunhua swept the pots and pans on the table, and raised her eyes to look at the many ugly sheepskin bladders hanging in the air.

He lifted his hand and gently pulled the rope tied to the sheepskin, and a large stream of water flowed down the rough sink that meandered on the ground and flowed under the stove.

"It's ugly!" Chunhua was disgusted in her mouth, but the smile on her face grew stronger.

At that time, he suffered from drowsiness, and tried all the medicine stones in the world but none of them worked, so he had to go with the flow, but fortunately he had a mild illness before, only occasional seizures, and did not fall into a coma as often as he does now.

Chunhua vaguely remembers that many years ago, when he was cooking on the fire, he suffered from drowsiness, and he collapsed in front of the stove, and the firewood and grass that burned most of the wood in his hand instantly burned half of the kitchen, but fortunately, the young man found out and dragged him out of the fire in time.

For the first time, the illustrious boy learned to take care of people, and for the first time bought sheepskins from the butchers of the market, covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and rinsed them in the stream at the bottom of the mountain before hanging them in the kitchen on tables, chairs and benches.

Chunhua once asked him curiously, "There is a stream in the courtyard, why do you want to go so far and run so far to wash the sheepskin at the bottom of the mountain?" ”

The young man knelt in front of the stream in the courtyard, leaned over and plucked a handful of spring water, and threw it on his face, feeling cool, "Because we are located on the mountainside, if we wash the sheepskin here, I am afraid that the filth in the water will be drunk by the residents below the mountain." ”

When Chunhua heard this, she was very pleased that the young man in front of her was pure and kind-hearted, but she did not teach him the truth that flowing water is not corrupt like ordinary people.

Spring flowers slowly walk to a corner of the stream in the courtyard, take off their shoes and socks, and the child generally dips a pair of feet in the gurgling water, and shakes his feet lightly in the water, splashing water flowers.

In fact, he had wanted to do so a few years ago, but it was only because of the boy that he was unable to do so.

It's very good now, he has sent him out of Xichu overnight along with the beast pets in the courtyard, and he no longer has such worries.

Chunhua lay on her back on the bluestone underground, looking at the blue sky through the dense branches and leaves in the courtyard, with an indescribable look on her face, "The sky on Wuling Mountain is more beautiful." ”