Early the next morning, Liang Cheng got up early and washed up, and was sitting there restlessly. When I raised my eyes and saw a few personal maids around me, I couldn't help but feel a trace of guilt in my heart. It's no wonder that these maids haven't slept well almost every night since they served themselves. Since I was woken up by a nightmare before four watches last night, I am not sleepy now, but I dare not sleep anymore.

"Son, the car is ready, the master told you to go over now," family member Liang Wang reported outside.

"Well, got it, I'll be right over. Liang Cheng stood up after agreeing, and several maids were busy for a while, and after they were busy putting on clothes and hats for their sons, they were about to go out in clusters.

"You don't have to go with me, just go down and rest. Liang Cheng said, then turned his gaze, looked at a few personal maids and said, "Everyone has worked hard in the past few years, especially you, Sister Mei Xiang, you are tired." ”

Mei Xiang's eyes were red, and she said, "What did Childe say, our sisters were willing to serve Childe, Childe is a good person, this time he will definitely be able to cure the disease and come back sooner." ”

"Alas, come back?" Liang Cheng's heart sank, and he carefully looked at the courtyard house he lived in for a while, I don't know why, this time Liang Cheng had a strange feeling, feeling that he might never come back again. After watching it for a while, Liang Cheng was ruthless and left without looking back.

Liang Cheng saw from a distance that the man in the distance was wearing a green shirt, with a long sword hanging from his waist, riding a tall horse with black hair and shiny hair. I knew that it must be my father's "dark cloud cone" waiting for him on his favorite horse.

Seeing his father's majestic appearance, Liang Cheng's heart was suddenly very stable, you know, since he was a child, his father was like an almighty god in his heart, as long as his father was by his side, even if the sky collapsed, it didn't seem to be a big deal. Every time he was chased by various ghosts in his dream, Liang Cheng hoped that his father would appear in the dream to save him, but his father did not appear in the dream once.

"Cheng'er, get in the car quickly, let's go." ”

Liang Cheng agreed and got into the carriage next to him, he knew that this carriage was specially prepared for himself. The official worships General Anyuan's father, as long as he can ride a horse, he will never take a car or a sedan chair.

Mr. Liang went to Wuliangguan this time in civilian clothes and only brought four personal entourage, which was not inconspicuous at all. It was also in order not to give the Taoist priests in the temple a feeling of oppression, and he also took great pains for his son.

The group walked slowly on the road for about three hours, and finally came to the foot of the North Mountain in the afternoon.

This north mountain is located more than 40 miles north of Wusheng Pass. The mountain is not high, but the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the trees are shady, and the fog is boundless. There is a stone staircase in the bush that is not very wide. Under the shade of the branches, it twists and turns until it leads to the gate of the immeasurable view of the mountain.

Liang Zongbing looked at the stone steps and frowned. had to get off the horse and pick Liang Cheng out of the car. Then he left a personal entourage to watch the carriage and horses, carried his son on his back, and walked up the stone steps.

The remaining three relatives knew the temper of the general soldier, and they didn't say anything, just followed silently. After walking for a while, I saw a memorial arch in the distance, and a young Taoist priest was looking at this side below.

"Is it General Liang?" the man asked from afar when he saw General Liang and his party.

"It's Liang," Liang asked strangely, "What is the name of the little Taoist, and how do you know General Ben?"

The Taoist smiled and said, "The name of the little Tao is Yuan Jing, and he is the third disciple of the Qingxu Master. This morning, the family teacher said that the general is going to come to the temple, and the family teacher will have some things to deal with for a while, and he wants to wait here for the small road, fortunately he did not miss it, so please come with me. ”

Liang Zongbing was overjoyed in his heart, and said in his heart that these bulls' noses really have some skills, and they can predict the prophet. So he said very politely: "Let's lead the way." ”

After a while, Yuan Jing took them to the Taoist temple, and after a little visit to the Sanqing, the little Taoist priest Yuan Jing saw that Liang Zongbing and his party had no intention of playing, so he took them to the backyard quiet room to rest.

When I entered the house, I saw that the windows inside were bright and clean, and there were some calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, which were quite elegantly arranged, and I looked a little bookish. It's a pity that Mr. Liang is a martial artist, and he can't understand the subtleties of these calligraphy and paintings.

Huogong Daoist served clear tea, and Yuan Jing smiled and said: "The general and the son, please use tea, sit for a while, the family teacher will arrive soon, and Xiaodao will retire." ”

"Please. Liang Zongbing watched Yuan Jing turn around and walk out, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed in his heart, and said in his heart that these Taoist priests have a lot of shelves, and they don't know what kind of medicine they bought in the gourd, so they let themselves wait here, and when they thought about it, they were asking for help, and it was inconvenient to have a seizure, so they sat there with a calm face and sulked.

Since entering the house, Liang Cheng felt refreshed, and the usual fatigue on his body seemed to have been reduced a little, so he stood up, walked around, and moved his muscles and bones.

"Cheng'er, are you tired? Liang Zongbing noticed his son.

"Dad, I'm not tired. Liang Cheng looked at his father and felt a little guilty. I thought that my father was still full of energy when he carried me up the mountain, but I felt a little tired, and it seemed that I was afraid that my life would be short. His nose was sore, so he walked up to a picture of words and looked at it, not wanting his father to see his tears.

Liang Zongbing himself has never read and has little literacy, and has always regretted it, so he hired a gentleman for several children to teach and read since he was a child, so although Liang Cheng is young, he is also literate and hyphenated.

I saw that the painting was painted with a sideways portrait of a middle-aged Taoist priest under the bright moon, bamboo cane and mango shoes, standing in the wind, fluttering clothes and belts, and the fairy wind of Taoist bones, which had the meaning of chic dust. There is also a poem written next to it - "The knife and pen have been carried with me for forty years, and right and wrong are reversed." A family has enough food and clothing, and thousands of grievances have been famous. The purple ribbon gold medal is now gone, and the bamboo cane of the mango shoes is leisurely. Someone asked me about Penglai Road, the clouds are in the green mountains and the moon is in the sky. "The brushwork is extremely elegant.

Liang Cheng looked at this painting and couldn't help but be fascinated. Just looking at it, suddenly Liang Cheng felt that there seemed to be something moving on the waist of the Taoist priest in the painting, and couldn't help but look at it, it turned out that there was a small jade pendant hanging on the waist of the Taoist priest in the painting, which was an animal image that he had never seen before, this animal was blue and gray, and his appearance was a little ridiculous, with a big nose that looked like a pig, a pair of small eyes, and round ears were not big but supported, Liang Cheng looked at it, and couldn't help but admire that this painting was really rigorous and meticulous, and such a small place in the painting was painted so finely.

Looking at it, Liang Cheng suddenly felt that his eyes were flowering, as if the little animal in the painting moved again, as if he was sniffing himself with his nose. Liang Cheng couldn't help but be surprised, staring at this little animal for a long time, but it was just a painting, how could a painting move. Liang Cheng shook his head, feeling that he had been in a trance recently, and he was hallucinating in broad daylight, and he was afraid that he was a little tired. So I went back to my chair and sat down to rest.

Liang Zongbing's eyes were a little melancholy, looking at his son who was tired but sitting there with a strong spirit, his heart was full of guilt, in fact, Liang Cheng was very strong before the age of three, and his eyebrows and eyes were also very similar to Liang Zongbing.

Liang Zongbing's eldest son is like his mother, he has always been weak, although he is also very smart, but he is not a soldier who eats food, so although Liang Zongbing also likes it very much, he always can't help but be a little partial to his younger son Liang Cheng.

On Liang Cheng's third birthday, because the child was still young, he was afraid that the scene would be too big and ruin the child's fortune, so on his birthday, the Liang family did not make a big deal and did not invite outsiders, but just closed the door and set up a few tables of wine banquets from the family, and prepared to make a lively scene.

Liang Zongbing remembers the situation that day clearly, before entering the table, he has been holding his beloved young son Liang Cheng, rubbing his fluffy beard on the child's face, Liang Cheng was amused to "giggle" and laugh, recalling this scene, Liang Zongbing's heart was warm, thinking that this is the joy of family, but why did that happen later.

After the banquet, Liang Zongbing picked up his wine glass and was about to speak, when he suddenly felt that the sky was dark, and a gust of wind blew, and there seemed to be many remnants of the defeated generals in front of him, all of them were drenched in blood, broken hands and feet, and some even lost their heads. These ghost-like figures swept across the banquet in an uproar, rushed in front of Liang Cheng and disappeared.

Mr. Liang was shocked, looking left and right, but saw that his family members looked as usual, looking at him with happy eyes, all smiling, waiting for him to speak.

Mr. Liang was calm, but his voice trembled slightly: "You guys...... Do you see anything?"

Everyone was at a loss, they all said nothing, Liang Zongbing shook his head vigorously, as if he wanted to drive the scene just now out of his mind, and finally reluctantly calmed down, hastily said a few words of blessing, or held the family banquet as usual, but the next day Liang Cheng fell ill, although he was quickly cured, but since then he has fallen ill and has not been well until today, Liang Zongbing remembered the strange scene that happened at the banquet, and felt that all this was only related to himself, and he often felt sorry for his son in his heart.

Mr. Liang was thinking about these miscellaneous things in his mind, but he faintly heard what seemed to be footsteps walking towards the quiet room.