Li Yunshui didn't know what was going on in the bamboo house.

First, Zhujie has no enemies, and no one will get along with him; Second, the people themselves are equipped with superior martial arts, and ordinary people can't get close.

At the same time, Li Yunshui can't afford to worry too much about Zhu Jie.

Because in the middle of the night, the window creaked, and it was obviously open, but no one came in.

Although he has never walked around the rivers and lakes, Li Yunshui has read a lot of books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Nameless Temple, he has never eaten pork, and he has always seen pigs running.

The heart of defense is indispensable.

So, he held his breath and ran his internal forces around him.

After a long time, the muffled sound of landing sounded, although the sound was as thin as a mosquito, Li Yunshui still noticed it for the first time.

However, he didn't open his eyes, but saw that he was hunting, but wanted to see who would come to disturb him in the middle of the night.

Coming to people, it is worry-free.

Wuwu fell to the ground for a long time, but he still squatted, motionless, not daring to make a sound.

At the same time, she listened attentively, only to feel that the person lying on the bed was breathing evenly, and the smoke in her heart was really good, and people with strong martial arts like Li Yunshui had not noticed it, so she couldn't help but feel a little proud.

She pretended to be mature, put her hands behind her back, and walked to Li Yunshui's bed step by step, looking at Li Yunshui lying quietly on the bed, creeping on the edge of the bed, slowly stretching out her hands, pinching a face, and deforming Li Yunshui's face.

She was triumphant and smiled evilly: "Okay, you Li Yunshui, it's not like your aunt!" ”

"Let you hit me! Hum! ”

Li Yunshui said that he was in pain, just to see what this aunt was going to do next, although he was slightly in pain, he also endured it.

Wuwu finally let go of his hand, looked at Li Yunshui's calm face intently, and was not as happy as he was just now, and said with a little sadness: "Alas! You guy, free and easy, is really enviable. ”

"I'm about to leave Jiangnan, if you know, will you also have a little melancholy?"

She pouted: "Anyway, I'm still a little sad about my aunt, alas! ”

"Why, you say?"

Actually, I don't know that this guy in front of her is really hateful, she is a dignified saint and saint, and she was slapped more than a dozen times by Li Yunshui on the street, she should have broken this guy's body into thousands of pieces to relieve her hatred, but after she calmed down, she just couldn't hate it.

On the contrary, this guy's shadow is always circling around in her mind, making her think about tea and dinner, tossing and turning, why?

Maybe it's because his martial arts are so high, even a master like his father told himself in private that Li Yunshui's martial arts are unfathomable and the world is ...... Almost unbeatable.

Maybe it's because of his state, the world is so big that he has nothing to worry about, he can go wherever he wants, which is like himself, his mother's poison...... Not solved yet!

Maybe it's because of his indifferent attitude, from childhood to adulthood, a person in front of him, who is not competing to please? But this guy didn't even take himself seriously.

Perhaps, there are a lot of maybes.

For a while, it seems that many years have passed. She suddenly stretched out her hand, but she didn't grab Li Yunshui's face like before, just rubbed it gently......

After a long time, she came back to her senses and sighed faintly: "I'm leaving, I don't know when I can see each other, and if I can see each other......"

Then, looking back, he jumped out of the window and disappeared into the night.

Li Yunshui's eyes did not open, and unconsciously, he had fallen asleep.

Zhu Xie woke up slowly, it was already dark, and when he opened his eyes, he immediately realized that something was wrong, and suddenly turned over and got up, but there was no danger close.

It is a simple thatched house, there is no complicated furnishings in the house, in the middle of the room is placed a table of eight immortals, on which is placed clay tea sets, followed by a small stove, on which are placed a few enamel bowls.

At this time, the small stove was slightly steaming, and the bamboo went over to open the lid, and there was an egg, a sweet potato, and a bowl of porridge inside.

I think it was the breakfast that the host here prepared for him.

After all, Zhu Xie is a famous monk, and he has excellent martial arts, his pattern and insight are naturally extraordinary, he found that he did not have any scars on his body, and saw the treatment here, thinking that the person who fascinated him last night should not be a bad person.

So, he was free and easy, and he was no longer polite, ate breakfast, and simply washed the dishes, and then walked out.

In front of me, there are no pavilions and pavilions, and there are no voices of people, what catches your eye is the terraced fields layer after layer, at this time the rice is ripe, and several farmers are harvesting the rice in the farmland.

He realized that he was at the highest point of this terraced field.

The morning light is faint, the breeze is smooth, the ears of grain are swaying, and the thatched huts are scattered everywhere, accompanied by the barking of chickens and dogs, the sound of frogs and the chirping of cicadas, like a peaceful scene.

Zhu Xie was so relieved that he couldn't help but fold his hands and proclaim a long Buddha horn.

In a nearby rice field, a busy farmer looked up to wipe his sweat when he saw the bamboo solution standing in the wind, and couldn't help but say "good demeanor".

Then, he put down the sickle in his hand, walked up to Zhu Xie step by step, and smiled slightly: "The master is awake?" ”

"Hmm."

"Old man Zhao is useless."

"Hello Mr. Zhao!"

The farmer found a small stream ditch by the field, squatted down to wash his hands and feet, stood up and walked towards Zhujie: "The master came to our stream for the first time, but are you still used to it?" ”

"Uncle Zhao is polite, here...... Very good! ”

"Huh." Zhao Wufu walked to Zhu Jie's side casually, accompanied him to look at the landscape of the river bathing ditch, and said after a long time: "Master, my old Zhao is fine anyway, do you want to accompany you to walk in this mountain wilderness?" ”

With that, he made a "please" gesture with one hand.

Zhu Xie nodded slightly, and left with Zhao Wufu.

This creek bath ditch is different from other villages, they only do farming, do not care about money, do not care about fame, and do not have a school, uphold the mentality of self-sufficiency, but they are also rich in food and clothing.

In the village, people are very harmonious with each other, and everyone rushes to help when there is a happy event in their family. For a long time, the villagers have been like a family, and they are extremely harmonious and united.

Along the way, no matter how old or weak, young or old, no matter what they were doing, they all stopped, and greeted Zhao Wufu and Zhu Xie warmly, that demeanor was really sincere, completely from the heart of joy, there was no other mixture.

Along the way, Zhu Xie listened to Zhao Wuxian's introduction, and saw the scene of the creek bathing ditch, and couldn't help but sigh: "There is no such thing as governing the world, it is really the Peach Blossom Spring, and the fairyland on earth is also, Amitabha!" ”

At this time, the two of them had already walked to the middle of Xiyugou Village, where an ancestral hall made of fire bricks stood solemnly and embraced a small square, which could be regarded as the cleanest and most solemn place in the village.

The two of them stood in the middle of the ancestral hall, and after seeing this scene, Zhao Wufu suddenly said -

"In the future, when you become an emperor, Suyang should be the same!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Jie's heart was shocked, and he subconsciously turned his head and stared at Zhao Wufu, such rebellious words came out of the mouth of this ordinary farmer, as if they were justified, and there was nothing wrong with it.

And Zhao Wuwu, who was stroking his beard in front of him, where did he still look like a farmer at this time? It is clearly a strategist who is calm and calm.

As soon as Zhao Wuyong's voice fell, all sides around the square walked out one after another, men and women, young and old.

They were dressed in cloth clothes, but their expressions were solemn, looking at Zhu Jie's eyes, sad, heavy, excited, and expectant......

Zhu Xie turned his head to look at Zhao Wufu with a calm face, and scolded in a low voice: "Who are you?" ”

Zhao Wufu did not answer.

But I saw that among the people who came, the leader was the Han who assassinated the emperor that day.

After a while, the crowd gathered in front of Zhu Xie and Zhao Wufu.

Zhu Xie had not yet recovered from Zhao Wuwu's abrupt words, Zhao Wufu led these people, knelt down in unison, and shouted: "Young master!" ”

Zhu Xie was dumbfounded, this scene, this title, had completely exceeded his expectations.

Seeing this, Zhao Wufu sighed, got up and pulled the confused bamboo solution into the ancestral hall, only to see that in the middle of the ancestral hall, there were one or two tablets, which read: The spiritual seat of Xiao Yuanshan, the king of Luo, and the spiritual seat of Mrs. Suli, the princess of Luo.

Zhao Wuwu took out six incense sticks from the shrine, lit them, gave three bamboo solutions, and took three for himself, with a solemn expression, but also seemed to beg: "Young master...... You can accompany the old man and put a few incense sticks on your parents! If you think that Your Highness and Mrs. are under the Yellow Spring, you must miss you very much. ”

Although the bamboo solution was inexplicable, Zhao Wu's begging was really unable to refuse, so with the old man, he picked up the incense, bowed to the tablet three times, and then inserted it into the incense ash under the tablet.

Zhao Wufu stared at Zhu Jie, slowly took out the black tiger Yao Ri Pei from his arms, and said to Zhu Jie: "This Black Tiger Yao Ri Pei was personally given to Mrs. Su Li by His Royal Highness King Luo back then, and this kind of craftsmanship in the world is the only one. Oh, by the way, Lady Surrey...... She is the concubine of His Royal Highness King Luo and your mother. ”

"And you are the only remaining flesh and blood in the world of His Royal Highness King Luo. You...... Originally called Xiao Tongguang. ”

Next, Zhao Wuxian seriously told Zhu Xie about the life of King Luo, and when it came to the emotional place, it was inevitable that he would have tears in his eyes and couldn't help himself.

And the strength on Zhu Jie's face, with Zhao's useless explanation, gradually disintegrated, and slowly shed two lines of tears.

It was another night, and Zhu Xie sat in front of the spiritual seat in a daze, and sat all night.

When they walked out of the ancestral hall on the second day, everyone at the door was still kneeling there.

There was silence in the square, and the sound of heavy footsteps was heard, and the kneeling people slowly raised their heads, and they were distressed to find that overnight, Zhujie's hair had grown, although it was not long, but it was snow-white. And his originally smooth face was covered with stubble.

He ignored Zhao Wu's efforts to keep him, didn't say a word, and left in a daze.

Zhao Wufu and Qu Ping glanced at each other, both helpless, perhaps, there were some choices, and he had to do it himself.

What should be said, Zhao Wufu has already explained.

He said that His Royal Highness King Luo and Mrs. Su Li have passed away, and it is inevitable that they will be sad as a son of man, but it is their instinct to avenge their ancestors in their bloodline, and then inherit the will of their ancestors and complete their unfinished business.

He said that King Luo is known as the name of the virtuous king, and his ability to govern the world is rarely compared, and the original emperor intended to let King Luo inherit the treasure, only to blame Xiao Wanli for making a stumbling block, King Luo did not want his brothers to face each other with swords, so he took the initiative to say goodbye, but unfortunately buried in Jiangnan.

He said, you are also surnamed Xiao, and it is completely natural to take back what originally belonged to the orthodox children of the Xiao family. If you raise troops, it will not be considered a rebellion, but a great public virtue that is beneficial to the world.

He also said that the people of Jiangnan all miss the deceased King Luo, if the son of King Luo raises his arms, he will definitely be able to respond in clusters, and take advantage of the torch to teach the south, and when Mo Li is eyeing the plastic Yang, it is the most suitable and the most successful opportunity.

He even said that over the years, they have never forgotten the kindness of King Luo, and have been quietly operating and accumulating a lot of assets.

This is obviously a family foundation to King Luo's only surviving son. Perhaps, in the past, they could decide many things by themselves, but now it is different from the past, since the young master is still there, it is all up to the will of the young master, of course, it is justified.

However, from beginning to end, Zhu Xie did not say a word.

How should this group of old Luo Wang people deal with themselves? And how to go? In this way, it was tied to the young monk who came out of the nameless temple.