It was early autumn, there was neither the humidity of late spring, nor the fierceness of midsummer, walking beside the mirror lake in the southern suburbs of Chaoge, feeling the cool breeze blowing, so pleasant.

A strange large kite is suspended in the sky above the mirror lake, and the tail of the large kite has a long rope leading to the ground, and the end of the rope is held by a young girl. This young girl is dressed in a green shirt, her appearance is very beautiful, her skin is as white as jade, and she is happily pulling the rope, running on the shore of the mirror lake, while controlling the paper kite in the sky.

"Little thief, this kite is really fun!" This girl is Deng Chanyu, although she has released her suspicions with Zhang Zixing, but the word "little thief" is shouted very smoothly, no matter how Qing'er persuades, she is unwilling to change.

Qing'er was still dressed in plain clothes, covered with veil, and praised Zhang Zixing beside her: "Sir is really a whimsical idea, this kite uses the thrust of the wind to levitate and fly, if it can be used in warfare, it will definitely achieve miraculous results." ”

Zhang Zixing smiled and said: "Miss is really quick-witted, you can see the mystery at a glance, but today when you travel, you only want entertainment, not anything else, this kite is just a thing for amusement, why not let go of your arms and have fun?"

Qing'er seemed to blush a little when he said this, but she was a smart woman who knew everything at all, so she nodded and chased after Deng Chanyu.

Zhang Zixing watched the two girls laughing and playing, and her mood became cheerful, Deng Chanyu ran over with sweat, sat down on the grass beside him, and laughed in her mouth: "Little thief, aren't you outstanding in writing?

"Not only did you not give me the Thunder Gathering Bottle, but yesterday you embezzled two hundred and thirty-four crystal beads from me, and you were embarrassed to say the word "heavy reward"?" Zhang Zixing deliberately sighed for a while: "Let's pay off the crystal beads first!"

"You remember it so clearly! What kind of embezzlement? Miss Ben just borrowed it! Don't you have that thunder bottle? Why bother Miss Ben to go thousands of miles to trouble the master?"

Deng Chanyu had an expression of "what if I embezzled you", and reprimanded him in turn: "As the saying goes, the big husband doesn't expect to repay his kindness, how can a lazy person like you who has a small belly and chicken intestines refuse to enter the court as an official, and only cares about chasing small profits all day long!"

"Sister bullying Mr. again?" Qing'er pulled the kite and walked over with a smile, "Mr. is not a greedy person, doesn't my sister remember that I will transfer the heavy reward to Mr. in the court, and Mr. will not accept it?"

"Selling fame and reputation, pretentiousness, and ulterior motives" Deng Chanyu used three words in a row, thinking about it, it was still not appropriate to describe it, and the surname Suo added another sentence: "This thief is not a good person anyway!"

"Brutal Ren surname, *, Wu Ling people!" How do you know that Zhang Zixing immediately laughed and fought back: "You are not a good person, haha!"

"Miss Ben is not a good person?" Deng Chanyu saw Zhang Zixing's hateful appearance, and just wanted to take out the five-light stone to knock people, but was suffocated by the four words "Wu Ling people", and when she was about to say a few cruel words, she knew that her eloquence could not fight this little thief, so she had to glare at him hatefully.

It turned out that a few days ago, Prime Minister Shang Rong presented the strange "abacus" and mantra to the Son of Heaven, saying that it was a treasure of immortals discovered by chance. Shang Rong gave all the rewards to his daughter and asked her to pass them on to the wizard who did not want to be famous.

When Zhang Zixing met Qing'er in the cottage, he not only resolutely refused those rewards, but also brought many glass beads secretly made by the royal workshop, saying that a friend gave him a thunder bottle and successfully made a "crystal". Deng Chanyu looked at these glass beads, and her eyes lit up, because the secret weapon she cultivated, the five-light stone, needed to inject her own power into the crystal stone to hurt the enemy, and the purer the crystal stone, the better. Most of the crystal stones she used before had impurities, or other powers, which would hinder the operation of the exercises and greatly affect the power. Today, these "crystal beads" have almost no impurities or other interference, which is exactly what she needs most.

Deng Chanyu tried to cast the "crystal beads" with the secret method of this sect, and the power was several times stronger than before, and she was immediately ecstatic, and she couldn't help but "requisition" all the crystal beads. Zhang Zixing was originally a little apprehensive about the glass pretending to be crystal, but unexpectedly, this fish-eyed pearl was crooked, and he was secretly happy.

Seeing that the two were about to argue again, Qing'er smiled and handed the kite to Zhang Zixing, and said in a round game: "Mr. Hugh is going to tease my sister, and Qing'er is also waiting to listen to Mr.'s masterpiece!"

Zhang Zixing looked at the wild geese in the distance, felt it in his heart, and said casually: "The autumn wind rises and the white clouds fly, and the grass and trees are yellow and the geese return to the south." ”

These are the first two sentences of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty Liu Che's "Autumn Wind Speech", Qing'er recited it softly, only to feel that Qingyuan is beautiful, the artistic conception is extraordinary, and people are addicted to it. Deng Chanyu was also shocked by this swan song and did not quarrel with him anymore.

"Sir's sentence is wonderful, Qing'er can hardly find a suitable word of praise," Qing'er sighed: "It's just that Qing'er feels like she can't get enough, does Mr. have anything to say?"

Zhang Zixing's face flashed gloomily, because this "Autumn Wind Speech" was one of the favorite poems of his deceased wife Yuxian back then, and he usually memorized it very well, but when he read it casually today, he couldn't help but think of the appearance of Yuxian in his mind, and he thought that it had been more than five years since he came to this strange world.

As soon as he thought of this, the originally high mood suddenly fell, Qing'er didn't know about this section, and asked him to say the following, Zhang Zixing sighed lightly, and chanted: "Lan Youxiu Ju Youfang, Huai Jia can not forget." ”

Qing'er savored the artistic conception in the poem, her body suddenly shook slightly, and she asked in a trembling voice: "Sir, but I remembered someone...... Sweetheart?"

She ...... It's been dead for many years......" Zhang Zixing said, ignoring the kite in his hand, and walked forward silently.

Qing'er looked at Zhang Zixing's back, silently reciting Fang Cai's poems, and couldn't help but be stupid for a while. Deng Chanyu walked up and said softly: "It turns out that his lover has passed away, and my sister is so compatible with him, she just has no worries, so it's better to ......."

"There is too much difference between my family background and him, there must be great dangers in it, and I don't know what his intentions are, so it's better to go with the flow. Qing'er sighed and silently followed.

"Sister, it's a matter of life, how can you be so hesitant? Wait for me to ask you to understand!" Deng Chanyu rushed up and asked loudly: "Little thief, let me ask you, can you marry now?"

Zhang Zixing was not in the mood for games or jokes at this time, and replied truthfully: "Don't hide it from Miss, I am a married man, and I have been married for more than ten years......"

Qing'er was like thunder, her delicate body was shocked, and her bright eyes suddenly became dim. Deng Chanyu's face changed greatly, and he asked, "Damn thief, why didn't you say it earlier!"

Zhang Zixing was in a bad mood, and did not tolerate it as usual, and retorted: "What does it matter to you whether I marry or not?"

Deng Chanyu raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "Do you want my sister to ......?"

"Sister Hugh wants to talk nonsense!" Qing'er suddenly screamed uncharacteristically, interrupting Deng Chanyu's words, although she tried her best to hide her gaffe, Zhang Zixing still heard the loss and pain in her heart from the slightly trembling voice.

"Sir, Chanyu is young and her words are abrupt, please don't take it seriously. Please rest assured, Qing'er is not ...... Narrow man, no matter what, you and I ...... The affection remains the same. Qing'er tried her best to keep her tone calm, but the fingers in her sleeves were tightly pinched into the flesh.

Zhang Zixing looked at the tears in her eyes, couldn't bear it, and sighed: "Since you and I are confidants and friends, this matter must be known to you sooner or later." When my lover died, I was as disheartened as dead wood and grass. Later, I had to get married on the orders of my parents, and I was wandering all day, drunk and dreaming of death, and I didn't know where I was. It wasn't until I woke up from a big dream five years ago that I felt like a world away, and since then I have changed my past mistakes and studied the right path. This pain has always been hidden deep in my heart, and I usually don't want to mention it, not deliberately to hide it, and I ask for my understanding. ”

This statement is not a lie, but it is a synthesis of what happened in the twenty-fourth century and the world, but it is also very relevant.

It was the first time Qing'er heard him pour out the past like this, and it seemed that she saw the extremely depressed and haggard appearance of this high-spirited man back then, and the sharp pain in Fang's heart suddenly weakened a lot, but instead she felt a sense of pity, and said in a low voice: "It's all Qing'er's bad, force Mr. to say the next sentence, and let Mr. remember the pain of the past." ”

"It doesn't matter, long and short pain, long and short pain, sooner or later, sooner or later, sooner or later. Zhang Zixing shook his head, stepped on the horse and walked slowly. Qing'er thought about her thoughts, didn't say anything, and slowly followed behind.

Deng Chanyu on the side was stunned for a while, but he didn't expect that this little thief who didn't seem to take everything to heart would have such a painful experience, and he also surged with sympathy. On the way, she wanted to find some topics to talk to him or even quarrel with him many times, but Zhang Zixing was always interested, and the thoughtful Qing'er was also very abnormal, and neither of them could talk to each other, which made her so angry.

Deng Chanyu suddenly thought of something and said, "Little thief, I have a strange thing here. This morning I met a person outside the south gate of Chaoge, who claimed to be the lord of Songjiazhuang in the southern suburbs, named Song Yiren, and asked Taoist priests everywhere to catch some ghosts, and now I happened to stop by to have a look. Don't you have some slight skills, dare you go with me?"

"Song Yiren?" Zhang Zixing was a little familiar with this name, and hurriedly contacted Chao Brain to check Song Yiren's information. It turned out that Song Yiren was Jiang Ziya's righteous brother, who was extremely righteous, Jiang Ziya had no contact with him for forty years, and he also received countless help from him when he came to Chaoge. That ghost must be the five spirits in the back garden of Songjiazhuang in the book, also known as the Five Paths God. These five demons have no ability, and they were frightened by Jiang Ziya's thunder, and later they did some miscellaneous work to carry soil and build a god-sealing platform.

The surname Suo even took these five spirits together, leaving nothing for Jiang Ziya! Thinking of this, Zhang Zixing's spirits perked up, and his mood improved a lot: "Go! Why don't you dare?"

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