The waning moon hangs high, and the smoke clouds are half caged.

Dachu Yongan County Ya, the service house.

As the nine melodious bells rang in his ears, Lu Yanqing couldn't help frowning and woke up from his slumber in a daze.

Hey, where did the bell come from?

Confused, Lu Yanqing rubbed his eyes and was about to get up.

But at this moment, a messy memory surged like a frenzy, and quickly intertwined with Lu Yanqing's original memory, making Lu Yanqing have a splitting headache.

The Great Chu Dynasty...... Evil and treacherous ravages the world...... The three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism stand all over the world...... If you want to seize the luck of heaven and earth, you will find the infinite ...... of immortality

What! I actually crossed over!

It took a long time for the headache to dissipate slightly.

Lu Yanqingqiang propped up his weak body and looked around, only to see that the surroundings were slightly dim, and only a candle like a bean emitted a faint light, barely illuminating the situation in the house.

It was a small wooden house, with only a bed, a square table, a chair, and nothing more; The openwork checkered wooden window is pasted with window paper, faintly shining through the silver frost of the waning moon outside the window.

The service house, the place where the servants stay and rest.

As the memories continued to merge, Lu Yanqing quickly recognized where he was at this time.

But at this moment, a steady sound of footsteps came from outside the door, and I saw two figures stopping in front of the door and talking softly.

"Confucianism, is there really no cure for him when he is clear?"

The middle-aged man asked worriedly.

The old man sighed helplessly, and then replied:

"Alas, although I happened to pass by to save him, his essence has been sucked up by the snake demon, and ordinary prescriptions are difficult to make up for his losses, and the mediocre medical skills of the old decay are really powerless."

"Unless you can find a thousand-year-old ginseng as a medicine to make up for its essence deficit, or kill the snake demon and take its demon pill for this kid to take, there will be a glimmer of life, and there is no other way."

"Then Confucian Master, do you have a way to kill the snake demon?" The middle-aged man hurriedly asked.

The old man shook his head, "That snake demon has been cultivating for a hundred years and has entered the demon product, and the old decay Confucianism is not refined, so it is difficult to match it." ”

The words fell, and there was a dead silence outside the door.

Although there is still a forensic treatment, it is tantamount to pronouncing a death sentence to Lu Yanqing.

Thousand-year-old ginseng is a rare thing, even if it is difficult to find it, how can Lu Yanqing buy it with a small catch?

And the snake demon is extremely vicious, even the Confucian master is not an opponent, and it is difficult to kill it and take out the demon pill.

In the room, Lu Yanqing couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he heard this, and then he remembered this.

Lu Yanqing, twenty years old, his parents died, and his family was poor, but he was a catcher in Yong'an County, Dachu Dynasty.

A few hours ago, Lu Yanqing was ordered to hunt down the fugitive, and it took a lot of effort to block the fugitive in a deserted temple.

But the moment he broke down the door, he saw that the fugitive had been sucked dry by a snake demon and turned into a terrifying dried corpse.

Seeing this situation, Lu Yanqing suddenly looked frightened and fled.

But the snake demon chased after him, threw Lu Yanqing to the ground, and frantically sucked Lu Yanqing's essence.

After a few breaths, I saw an old man in a white shirt suddenly appear, taking advantage of his unpreparedness to repel the snake demon, and carrying Lu Yanqing out of danger.

At that time, Lu Yanqing's consciousness was already in a very trance, and it didn't take long for him to faint to death, until he just woke up.

"How much time does Yan Qing have to live?"

Hearing another sound outside the door, Lu Yanqing came back to his senses and hurriedly listened.

"I shouldn't be able to survive tomorrow night."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Yanqing's face turned pale instantly, and his pupils were full of disbelief.

What! I only have one day to live?

Other people's cross-cutting sons are rich and second-generation, and they hold money and power in their hands; Beautiful women are drunk and lying on their knees, and they pretend to be forced when they wake up.

But after he crossed over, he became a dying person, which made Lu Yanqing feel sad and angry, and secretly scolded the sky for being unfair.

At this moment, I heard a "squeak" and the door opened. The two people outside the door walked into the room, and Lu Yanqing came back to his senses and looked at it.

I saw one of the middle-aged men dressed in a black tunic uniform, a square hat on his head, an oxtail long knife at his waist, and a face with a Chinese character that was not threatening and angry, with thick eyebrows and thick lips.

Lu Yanqing's mind then had a memory related to him, and this person was the head of Ge Changwu in the county government.

If there was no recommendation from Ge Zhutou, I am afraid that the original owner would have been sold into slavery.

Another old man was dressed in a white Confucian robe, with a sense of fairy wind and bones, and from the conversation between the two just now, it could be known that this person was the Confucian master who rescued him from the snake demon.

With the help of the faint candle flame, Ge Changwu saw that Lu Yanqing had woken up at some point, and was sitting on the bed looking at himself gloomily.

Ge Changwu smiled far-fetched, and asked tentatively in a deep voice: "Yanqing, did you hear what the Confucian Master and I said outside?" ”

Lu Yanqing smiled bitterly and bowed slightly, Ge Changwu couldn't help but sigh,

Twenty years old, in the prime of life, but was suddenly told that there was only one day to live, Ge Changwu could understand Lu Yanqing's feelings at this time, but he didn't know how to comfort Lu Yanqing.

After a moment of silence, Lu Yanqing suddenly asked the old man on the side, "Confucian Master, isn't there any other way to save my life?" ”

Lu Yanqing was unwilling to die, so he could only hold on to this last straw.

Song Yuanzhen was slightly stunned when he heard this, and after pondering for a while, he shook his head helplessly, "Maybe there is, but how can I be old and sparse, and there is really no other way." ”

These words undoubtedly gave Lu Yanqing a thunderbolt from the sky, could it be that his life was really exhausted?

Lu Yanqing lowered his head, his fists clenched against the bed, his body trembled slightly, and his heart was full of fear and unwillingness.

Although he was a human being in two lives, he was only a young man in his early twenties, and he did not have the courage to face death at all.

Ge Changwu sensed Lu Yanqing's emotions, and hurriedly said with relief: "Yanqing, otherwise, I will take you to the county lord early tomorrow morning to explain the situation, and let the county lord invite a cultivator from Jingzhao Mansion to eliminate demons, and take his demon pill to heal you?" ”

Hearing this, Lu Yanqing rekindled his hope, "Boss, what ...... Then let us go. ”

Lu Yanqing couldn't wait, and he wanted to get out of bed as he spoke, but his weak body made him almost fall out of bed.

Fortunately, Ge Changwu's hands were quick, and he stepped forward to support Lu Yanqing, and then pressed Lu Yanqing down on the bed, and persuaded softly:

"Yanqing, when the moment has passed, the county lord has already fallen asleep, so it's better not to bother. What's more, it's not the county lord who has the final say on the Jingzhao Mansion, so let's wait until tomorrow morning. ”

Although Yong'an County is under the jurisdiction of Jingzhao Mansion, due to its remote location and the relative poverty of the county, the county lord is not important in Jingzhao Mansion; If the county lord went to Jingzhao Mansion late at night to invite cultivators to come to eliminate the demon, it would definitely be in vain and in vain.

Lu Yanqing had no choice but to give up when he heard this, and took a deep breath to force himself to calm down.

In this situation, panic can only wait for death, and only by calming down can we win a glimmer of life.

Seeing that Lu Yanqing's mood gradually stabilized, Ge Changwu breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was full of bitterness.

Although what he just said has a certain degree of feasibility, it is still unknown whether the county lord can invite a cultivator to kill the demon in time, but he has to try it anyway.

"Boss, I'll listen to you." Lu Yanqing replied in a deep voice.

Ge Changwu smiled forcefully, "Okay, then you can rest tonight, and I will come to look for you after dawn tomorrow morning." ”

"That's right." Ge Changwu's voice changed and he looked at the Confucian master on the side, "Confucian master, can you please stay in the county government for one night, and explain the situation to the county master with the two of us early tomorrow morning." ”

"Of course, it can." Song Yuanzhen nodded and agreed without thinking about it.

Ge Changwu hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, Confucian." ”

"Whereever, whereever, it's just a matter of raising your hands."

But at this moment, Lu Yanqing suddenly thought of something, and asked in a trembling voice, "Confucian Master, are you sure I can last until tomorrow night?" ”

Lu Yanqing stared at Song Yuanzhen deadly, wanting to seek a definite answer.

Song Yuanzhen couldn't help frowning slightly when he heard this, his face showed a look of trade-off, and he didn't rush to respond.

Judging from his diagnosis, Lu Yanqing can indeed last until tomorrow night, but as the so-called impermanence of the world, he does not dare to assert it easily.

Looking at Song Yuanzhen's hesitant expression, Lu Yanqing understood in his heart, and said in a very sour tone: "Confucianism, the kid understands, that means that I can only resign myself to fate if I can last until tomorrow night, right?" ”

Song Yuanzhen bowed slightly in response to Lu Yanqing's words, since Lu Yanqing had such an awareness, there was no need to hide it.

Lu Yanqing clenched his fists tightly, the grief and indignation in his heart were incomprehensible, and after a while, he couldn't help coughing violently.

Seeing this situation, Song Yuanzhen hurriedly slapped his palm on Lu Yanqing's chest, and used Confucianism to help Lu Yanqing regulate his breath, and Ge Changwu on the side could only be anxious.

After half a ring, Lu Yanqing's breath was straightened out, and he lay on the bed panting heavily.

Song Yuanzhen sighed helplessly, and said in a serious voice: "Boy, life is mysterious, and you can't trust your fate if you listen to fate; I can't say for sure you'll make it until tomorrow night, but if you continue like this, I'm afraid it's going to be hard even tonight. ”

"Ahem! Confucianism, having said that, but the kid is going to die, how can you let me be calm? ”

Lu Yanqing asked bitterly, and Song Yuanzhen and Ge Changwu, who heard this, were silent.

Don't persuade others to be kind without others suffering.

They can't die calmly even when they are old, let alone Lu Yanqing, a young man.

After being silent for a while, Song Yuanzhen suddenly thought of something, and said in a deep voice: "Boy, the old man can use Confucianism to help you stabilize your mind, you can sleep in peace, and everything will be talked about tomorrow." ”

It can only be like this now, Lu Yanqing thanked Song Yuanzhen: "That...... Then thank you to the Confucian Master. ”

Song Yuanzhen bowed slightly, didn't say anything, and then put his fingers against Lu Yanqing's forehead, and said in a deep voice: "The living are passers-by, and the dead are returnees." Heaven and earth are a reverse journey, and they are sad for eternity. ”

As soon as the words fell, the panic and unwillingness in Lu Yanqing's heart suddenly disappeared, and a wave of tiredness surged into a frenzy, and Lu Yanqing, who was lying on the bed, slowly closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Ge Changwu and Song Yuanzhen glanced at each other, and walked softly towards the door in unison.

But at the moment when the door was closed, there was inevitably a strange sound of "clang", and Lu Yanqing, who was lying on the bed and wanted to fall asleep, sat up from the bed violently when he heard the sound, and muttered to himself with a shocked face:

"Aren't the two poems just mentioned by the Confucian master the first couplet and the jaw couplet of Li Bai's "Twelve Quasi-Ancient Songs" in the Tang Dynasty? Could it be that ancient poetry is Confucianism? ”

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