CHAPTER XVIII

The streets of Chang'an

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The name of the street is Chang'an, coinciding with a light rain, and the ancient meaning is thick.

There is only one day left before the opening of the exam......

The students in the cold window were still studying hard behind the window, but Jiang Heng had a hint of distraction. Propping up an oil-paper umbrella, he walked out of the inn and slowly stepped into the bluestone slab on Chang'an Street.

The rain splashed softly under his feet, and he walked forward, looking ahead, looking sideways at the pedestrians in the rain who seemed to have been displaced by the rain.

He's not in a hurry, it's raining hard, and the road isn't slippery.

Any bit of trouble is just the raindrops that fall on his fingertips, and a little bit of it will wipe it away.

This is the world of monks, even if he pretends to be a scholar, but he still embarks on a path of monasticism.

Even he himself doesn't remember when he gradually lost his bookish spirit, and he had too many habits of dancing and playing with swords. He is pretending to be a scholar at the moment, and walking on this street at this time should be to return himself to this state of mind.

Tell yourself: I am a floating person in the mortal world, why should I be too obsessed with the strength and weakness of this world, the ups and downs of this world, and the parting of this world.

He passed by the Fahua Temple, and he did not look at it inside, nor did the person inside look at him, even though they knew that the other was inside and outside the door, even if they knew that the other was still an important bond for the other party.

Holding an umbrella and moving forward, I am about to enter the end of Chang'an Street.

As pedestrians thinned out, he prepared to turn around and head to another street.

He had only made this trip to calm his mind, but he didn't know that it was a consciousness in the darkness that was guiding him down the street and to this place.

Walked to the eaves to hide from the rain, looked at the thick rain in front of him, and looked at the dreamlike smoke and rain in Nanqizhou.

He saw a pair of deep eyes, like a breeze with fine snow on the side of an ancient road.

The rain is slightly cool, blowing through the dark and hazy ancient streets. Dengshi's heart throbbed, like a gentle sword, like a frightening fright, seemingly hurtful, but extraordinarily gentle.

His footsteps stopped, and under the eaves, he quietly looked at the pair of deep eyes.

It was a woman, in the rain, her hair wrapped in the dark blue turban, she curled up in front of the sugar shop, and gently scooped up a bowl of sugar water with an antique spoon and brought it to the drizzle, hiding from the rain to the guests of her sugar shop.

A penny fell into the palm of her hand, she smiled and nodded, bowed, and returned to the pot of sugar water, ready to serve a bowl of sugar water to the next new guest.

The footsteps still stopped under the eaves, but it was no longer Jiang Heng's meaning.

As he stood there, he felt a cold heart suddenly burn with warmth, and a pounding sensation throbbed.

With a drop of rain or tears slid across his face.

"Old Ghost ......"

He saw beside him, who had already broken away from his body, standing under the eaves, looking at the woman's bones.

He was standing there.

There are emotions that are difficult to suppress in his heart, even if he is a ghost king who has not been cold and has made the whole continent cold.

At this moment, he still couldn't suppress the joys and sorrows that gradually floated in his heart, and he held on to his thoughts.

It's an expectation that has been hidden for a long time-

The tenderness that has been silent for hundreds of thousands of years, tens of thousands, even the 10,000-year-old ice and snow ushered in the moment of a smile in the spring breeze with affection.

Who would have thought that there would be a meeting.

But it's been hundreds of thousands of years—

It's been separated by a street, like the world.

The old ghost turned around, returned to Jiang Heng's body again, and said lightly: "Let's go!"

Jiang Heng looked at the woman, he didn't leave, and his footsteps still stopped under the eaves.

He said to Gu Weihan: "Let's take a look!

Because in the daytime, he is not allowed to appear, and this is the best way.

I thought the old ghost would refuse.

But he didn't give any explanation, turned into Jiang Heng, imagined a scholar, held the oil-paper umbrella, and crossed the street that separated the world.

Walked up to the sugar water shop and looked at the woman in the shop.

She is so ordinary, she doesn't have the posture and face of a shy flower in the closed moon.

But she has a pair of kind eyes, even if the murderous Gu Weihan can be concluded at the first glance of her - she is a good person, a completely good person.

There are not many such people.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, we met, and hundreds of thousands of years later, we met again.

This may also be a trick that God gave him.

Playing tricks on him should not have had such a life of compassion and subtlety.

The woman walked up to him, and she opened her mouth and asked, "Shall you have a bowl?" and rest here from the rain. ”

Gu Weihan nodded, reached out and touched his pocket, he was nervous like a child, he forgot to take the ring, and only rummaged in the empty pocket for a long time, and shook his head awkwardly.

Because he didn't find a single silver tael, he thought that he probably wouldn't be able to drink this bowl of sugar water.

And the woman smiled: "No money, this bowl will be regarded as if I invited you!"

She seems to have long been accustomed to helping others in this way, helping those who are penniless when they are down.

Even she lived a miserable, depressed life.

The bowl of sugar water was brought to Gu Weihan's side, and the woman said: "This sugar water has three flavors, it can warm up the body when it is hot, nourish qi and blood when it is warm, and calm the mind when it is cold. ”

"How to choose...... It's all up to me......"

He muttered the phrase as the bowl of sugar water grew chilly in the rain.

He chose to calm his mind, but when the sugar water was in his mouth, it was still warm and hot.

His heart warmed and beat again.

It's all because of this bowl of sugar water, all because of this one woman.

"What's your name?"

Gu Weihan asked.

The woman replied, "I don't have a name, and everyone else calls me Yungu." ”

Yun Gu ......

Yun Gu.

She is a girl picked up by the owner of this sugar water shop, and she grew up here.

After the death of the master, there were no children and no daughters under his knees, so the owner of this sugar water shop was replaced by her.

Her business is doing well, but it's a pity that she sells sugar water after all, she can't make a lot of money, and she lives a hard life, filling her hunger and stomach, that's all.

Gu Weihan put down the empty bowl, nodded at Nayun Gu, and turned to leave.

He did not dare to look at the woman any more, for he was afraid that after he looked at her any more, he would never be able to walk again, and he would never be able to take another step.

He knew he still had a long way to go and a lot to do......

His unruly personality left a trace of tenderness in front of this woman named Yungu, and after leaving a trace of reluctance, he returned to the original coldness again.

will be his original murderous ghost king appearance with a sea of blood churning.

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On that day, it rained on the streets of Chang'an.

It was not until the next day, after the initial examination began, that it was stopped.

It's just that the night before, Jiang Hengbian found that the ghost king Gu Weihan had left his body, and he knew that this guy wouldn't be by his side for a while.