"In the eighteenth year of decline, the hall master of the Kunlun Immortal Palace disrupted the order of the Divine Dynasty and affected the world, and the Daoist Department of the Divine Dynasty has an unshirkable responsibility for this matter. Due to the negligence of the Ministry of Dao, it indirectly caused the change of Jiuhua Mountain, and after verification, the head of the Ministry of Dao, a total of seven people were executed, and Song Weiren, the head of the Ministry of Dao, took the initiative to resign. ”

Ning Shu looked at the courtyard house across the street, thinking about the record of this incident that he had seen in the Bailu Guozhen Library Pavilion.

This case is not big or small, it is not small, there are tens of thousands of people in the empire, and the resignation of a Taoist squire who takes responsibility and voluntarily resigns can't set off a little wave, so that the law department does not treat this matter as a case, because anyone with a discerning eye knows that no matter what the outcome of the Jiuhuashan incident is, someone will be pulled out to bear the consequences, compared to the seven people who were executed, Song Weiren's ending is quite decent.

Song Qiuyu, who left home for 20 years due to the change of the court, and the Song family, who resigned 20 years ago due to the change of the court, gradually coincided with each other.

The Song family's mansion is located across the street and looks at the decaying environment, which seems to be unattended, which means that it is extremely unlikely that people will live in it.

But if you want to determine whether Song Qiuyu and the Song family have a definite relationship, you can only know if you go in and ask.

So Ning Shu prepared to walk towards the dilapidated mansion.

"Hey, where are you going, kid?"

Just as Ning Shu was about to cross the street, he was stopped by the owner of the shop behind him who sold breakfast.

"That yard has not been inhabited for more than ten years, and the big guys are unlucky, where are you going?"

The boss pulled Ning Shu over with a bowl of rice porridge and beckoned him to sit at the table: "It's so early, I haven't eaten breakfast at first glance, come on, come on, drink a bowl of porridge in the morning to warm up." ”

After Ning Shu thanked him, he took the bowl and chatted with the owner of the porridge shop.

"Hmm, you said that the people in the house, you are not from this neighborhood, this house has been vacant for more than ten years, I heard that the owner of this house committed an accident back then, was dismissed from his official position, and even the family property was confiscated, and every now and then someone was sent to interrogate and inspect. ”

"Uncle, can you tell me more about it? Ning Shu put the porridge money on the table.

"Hmm...... It's been a long time, and you'll let me think about it. ”

The shopkeeper rubbed his head and recalled some of the past events in the house across the street.

"My family has opened a breakfast shop in this southern city for three generations, and even Dr. Guanglu drank porridge in my shop when he was a child, and the university scholar had to send someone to buy a bowl ......of my family's barley porridge before he was willing to go to the court early."

Ning Shu thought to himself that sure enough, the people in this imperial city have an innate sense of pride, and even a porridge shop owner is very proud when he talks about his own porridge, which is a kind of cultural edification day after day.

The owner of the porridge shop also realized that his topic was a little far away, smiled apologetically, and continued to talk.

"This Song family house is also what I grew up watching, originally a foreigner, and then achieved the position of a waiter through recommendation, it can be said that it is on the rise, I never thought that it would suddenly fall, and the originally beautiful Zhumen is now decaying. ”

"This official way is ruthless!"

"Since the defeat has fallen, the original Shilang Mansion has become deserted, and even all the subordinates have been dismissed, Song Shilang seems to have suddenly aged for dozens of years, and he used to send people out to buy things, since then, he can only come out and buy it himself, once he came to my store, the white hair, I almost didn't recognize it. ”

"Later, ten years ago, a plague broke out in Los Angeles, but fortunately it was controlled in time and did not cause much damage, but the Song family did not survive, and the couple died after contracting the plague. ”

Ning Shu couldn't help but feel a little gloomy when he heard that the Song family had fallen to such a point at this time.

"If you want to say that this Song Shilang has committed something, we ordinary people don't know it, but this Song Shilang is usually a very good person, unlike the other street that is still the book of the Ministry of Rites, and he has accepted eight concubines in a row, I really don't know if the body can eat or not...... Oops, it's far away. "The boss felt that it was very inappropriate to say this in front of a young child.

"Song Shilang only has one main room, and he only has one child......"

"I forgot what the kid was called, but I've seen it, the kid is very good, and I heard that he was admitted to a particularly powerful college...... What are you calling......"

"Taifu?" Ning Shu had already determined that this Song Shilang's only son was Song Qiuyu.

"Yes, yes, that's the name. ”

The owner of the porridge shop knocked open a salted duck egg, weighed some sour radish with a plate, and put the shredded sour cabbage on the table, and sighed: "But since that incident, I have never seen that child, and even the funeral affairs of Song Shilang and his wife were hastily handled by neighbors. ”

Ning Shu used chopsticks to flick the pickles on the small plate in front of him, and listened silently, his knuckles trembling slightly.

Song Shilang's only son has died, he has been away from home for 20 years, and after his death, he is still looking in the direction of home, but he does not know that his parents are long gone.

Thinking about it this way, whether Song Qiuyu experienced the incident in Shucheng or not, he will face a very cruel reality, it is difficult to imagine what kind of scene it would be for a person who has been away from home for more than 20 years to return home and find that his parents are dead, maybe he will never know that it is a good result.

It's a very sad story.

There were a few grains of porridge left in the bowl, and there were two or three sweet garlic cloves in the plate, and the story was finished.

The owner of the porridge shop walked into the back kitchen with a sigh with dishes and chopsticks.

Ning Shu looked at the house opposite and felt that something was wrong, because no matter what happened to the Song family in the court, it was a storm in the officialdom, and everything should have ended after Song Shilang resigned.

It seemed that these things had nothing to do with the black carriage at all, and he originally thought that the three of them had just happened to run into the bandits and ransack the village that day, so they had to take action.

Thinking about it later, there were no bandits at all, everything was a premeditated wait, and the person who was waiting for the black carriage was very likely to be Song Qiuyu.

But now the two clues in Ning Shu's hands cannot be intersected, and they are even two completely different things, and there is no reason to forcibly get involved.

He looked at the ring engraved with Song Qiuyu's name in his hand, and thought to himself that he would have to go into the courtyard of the Song family house to take a look at it no matter what.

......

......

The streets are short, and you can cross them in a dozen steps.

Ning Shu looked at the seals crossed on the rotten Zhu Gate, and walked silently along the fence to the backyard, so that he would not be stupid enough to break into the door, this is in Los Angeles, and if you do this kind of thing, you have to enter the yamen.

So he's ready to go over the wall.

Even if the height of the courtyard wall set by the Ministry of Industry for the officials was very high, it could prevent thieves from flying on the wall, but it could not prevent cultivators.

After all, when the Ministry of Industry came out of the planning and design of the house, it would not have thought that there would be cultivators in Los Angeles to climb over the wall, just like the queen mother would not go to the countryside to grind tofu in person, and the emperor would not sit by the lake and sit on a small bench to fish like an old man, because they would not do such things that did not match their identity.

But Ning Shu didn't think about these issues, he never felt that he should be such a high-minded, non-eating cultivator, he was in the world at this time, so it was enough to practice in the world.

No one has ever said that if you practice in the world, you will not be able to obtain the Great Dao, such an idea is actually restraining yourself in disguise, even if it is an immortal character, you can't get rid of people in it, let alone cultivators who have not set foot in the immortal path.

Ning Shu took two steps back, climbed over the wall, and landed in the barren grass in the courtyard.

Flexible, like a professional snitch.

There is a way that practice makes perfect, when he was in Tushi Palace, he just knew how to cultivate, in order to experience his body that had been washed by medicinal power, he often crossed the wall from the courtyard in front of the small building to go directly to Tushi Palace to find the Golden Horn King.

The courtyard was normally empty, Ning Shu stood alone in the middle of the field, covered with wild grass, faintly insects, he dusted off the spider webs hanging from his hair with his hands, looked at the broken purple flowers under his feet, and sighed.

It can be seen that if someone cleans their lives, this mansion garden should be a very suitable residence for people, with a strong northern architectural style.

There are ancient trees here, not tall but enough to shelter from the shade, there are two broken hemp ropes on the branches that cross the air, Ning Shu knows that it is a swing, he seems to be able to see the figure of Mr. Song sitting on it when he was a child.

On the other side of the lake has dried up, the silt in the lake has cracked into strange patterns, and the cyan plants are stubbornly rooted in the cracks of the dry mud, which is both desolate and beautiful.

The door in the main hall is half-hidden, and when it is pushed open, it makes a creaking sound and leaves a cloud of dust, and the furniture in the hall is quite neat, with mahogany Taishi chairs, tables, one-person-high porcelain vases on both sides, and wooden shelves with books placed next to it, it can be seen that the owner of this house should be an extremely well-educated reader.

Ning Shu didn't touch anything with his hands, not only because he didn't want to destroy their original appearance, but more importantly, whether it was the furniture, books, or window paper, they had been washed away by time, and they would disperse if they touched it.

He walked out of the main hall and walked to the side room, if the porridge shop owner was right, the owner of the side house of this house should be the only son of the Song family - Song Qiuyu.

Pushing the door in, there was a damp musty smell on the face, and the dust in the room was raised with the surging airflow, flying wantonly in the sunlight, and Ning Shu felt a sense of bookish anger from the layout of the side room, confirming that this room was the place where the scholar lived from childhood to adulthood.

Ning Shu put the ring engraved with the word Qiuyu in his hand into a dusty Falang glass box at the head of the bed, and then lowered his head and smiled relievedly.

Welcome home.