Chapter Eighty-Eight: Asking the Fuqin
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Xiao Mo wielded his heavy sword, a disgusting smell of blood echoed in his mouth, his body was slumped, and he was so weak that he was shaking.
He was shocked by Pei Ruhai's sword qi in the sky, and his face was extremely ugly. He didn't know when the cloth bag around his waist was broken, but he actually exposed a corner of the wood carving, which was so easily captured by Fu'er.
Fu'er held the wood carving in her hand, she could be sure that this was a statue of a woman, and looked at her eyebrows, guessing that she was about the same age as herself, and she was regarded as Xiao Mo's sweetheart, and she expected him to take it with him every day, seeing things and thinking about people, for a while Fu'er had a complicated mood, and she didn't know whether it was jealousy or hatred.
How did she know that this wood carving was carved by Xiao Mo herself, and she had been with him for more than ten years, and each line had emotions hidden in it, which was of great significance to him. He engraved his thoughts about his mother, and engraved the vague memories of his childhood. As time passed, Xiao Mo's impression of his mother became more and more blurred, thinking that he would never be able to carve such a vivid work in the future, and he would never be able to find the sincere feeling he once had, so he regarded wood carving as his mother's life, and even far more important than his own life.
Xiao Mo was anxious, but he didn't show it on his face, he smiled evilly, looking calm, looking indifferent, and said secretly in his heart: "This girl is probably in love with Lao Tzu, if I say no, she will definitely leave the wood carving by her side, but it is a big mistake." If I say yes, she will be extremely disgusted, and it will not be easy to retrieve it?" Thinking of this, he sneered: "That's right, this is Lao Tzu's sweetheart, how about it, prettier than you, more feminine than you?"
Fu'er's eyebrows furrowed, as if unmoved, and asked tentatively, "Is this carved by your own hands?"
Xiao Mo bowed his head, patted his chest and said with a smile: "If the person in my heart lets others carve, wouldn't it be bad for Yaxing, and there is no sincerity at all, how could Lao Tzu do such a thing of stealing beams and changing pillars?"
"I didn't think you still had such skills!" Fu'er's delicate jade face showed hesitation, the delicate and beautiful nose bridge was very eye-catching, she put the wood carving in her arms, and said softly: "I will leave this, you remember my appearance, carve one for me with your own hands, if we can meet in the future, I will use my wood carving in exchange for this statue." But you must promise me that no matter how dangerous the outside world is, you must save your life, or you will never find this statue again. ”
Xiao Mo swallowed his mouthful of blood, his expression was wooden, and he was puzzled: "Your wood carving? Let Lao Tzu carve you...... This is easy to say, do you know how much energy is consumed? Carving a portrait at least has to let Lao Tzu look at you, and I don't remember it, how can I remember how your eyebrows and eyes are different from others? Your grandfather's, the little girl is not much older than Lao Tzu, and she actually has the idea of leaving the cabinet, you ...... You are a strong man, why are you so domineering!"
Fu'er's lips fluttered, and she said slowly: "I just want you to remember me forever, remember my current appearance, remember every word I have said, and my name, my name is Li Ruofu, and you don't have to tell me what your name is, because I will know." ”
She stood beside Pei Ruhai, and she couldn't help it, but she chanted a song and said: "The pond is crossed by the spring breeze, blowing away the lotus and thousands of plants, I hope you don't want to bear me, we will meet each other if we are fated!"
Fu'er smiled meaningfully, followed Pei Ruhai and strode out of the pear orchard, the crow army outside the garden was dense, all armed with sharp weapons, but no one stepped forward to stop them, and they felt that they had given way to a tortuous road.
Xiao Mofang wanted to catch up, but where did he go, he felt dizzy, his chest was bursting, and he scolded secretly in his heart: "Your grandfather's, you don't take Lao Tzu with you, this time you are dead!
Li Siyuan stood for a long time, and when he saw that the two of them were walking slowly, he asked in a loud voice: "Brother Pei cherishes, I don't know where to go?"
Pei Ruhai didn't look back, his sparse back was covered under the guqin, looking thin and thin, he heard it clearly, but he didn't stop, and laughed: "There is always a place for the old man in the world, and since then he has lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, asking Fuqin!"
"The piano is in the hand, where is the Tao?"
"Independent without change, circumference without destruction, Tao, everywhere. In the body of the ants, humble as this, outside the shadow of the dragon and snake, in the sound of wind and rain, everywhere is the Tao. Pei Ruhai stroked his white hair, as if the people of the fairy mountain who walked out of the painting walked into the painting again, "The heart of the Tao can accommodate all things, it can be filled with splendid rivers and mountains, and the eternal stars, but it can't accommodate people's hearts, so you can do it yourself!"
Pei Ruhai's robe hung fluttering, strode away, Fu'er's cheeks were like pink, followed by Xiao Mo from time to time, and gradually disappeared into the crowd.
The pear orchard calmed down, and there was a faint sound of wheezing from the crow army and the left shooting army, Xiao Mo stood alone in front of the collapsed terrace, and Xue Chong was still hanging upside down on his head.
Li Siyuan saw the two of them walking away, so he shouted: "What are you doing in a daze, quickly take down the little ghost and hang it up!"
Outside the park, the crow army rushed in, and more than 100 hands tied Xiao Mo upside down and hung him upside down, and set it up on the first log on the left-hand side, only three feet away from Xue Chong.
Youluan's severed head immediately hung down and smashed on Xiao Mo's head, because his hands were bound, he had no choice but to let the rotten human head cling to his face, and he was dizzy. Xiao Mo deliberately pursed his lips, for fear that if he didn't pay attention, he would go up in person, and if he thought about it, he would turn over the river and the sea.
Xue Chong saw Xiao Mo end up like this, he didn't feel funny, and sneered: "You kid also have today?
Xiao Mo said secretly: "Xue Chong didn't even recognize Youluan, it's really in vain that Gu Youluan is so affectionate!" He closed his lips, and made a sound by vibrating his tongue alone, his voice was blurred and indistinguishable, and he said in a trembling voice: "You take care of yourself! Lao Tzu is a member of the Son of Heaven and a sworn brother of the deputy capital of the Crow Army, coupled with the blessing of the thin old man, his little life can be regarded as being saved, and you can't say for sure." As an envoy of a state festival, it is a miracle to be able to live until now, where can I still laugh, I am really bigger than Lao Tzu!"
Xue Chong's smile was choked back, thinking of his own situation, it was indeed as Xiao Mo said, it was already dangerous and unpredictable, so he shouted loudly: "Li Siyuan, you old horseman, if you want to kill, you will kill, why do you humiliate me? The old man has done a lot of evil in his life, and it is not a pity to die, I just ask you to let my lady go, that's all!"
Li Siyuan ignored it, walked in front of Shi Jingjiao with the Chixiao Sword, pointed the tip of the sword straight at his throat, and said angrily: "You kid has a lot of ability, why do you hide the matter of the official document and don't report it?"
Shi Jingjiao was lying on his side, blood hanging from his mouth, looking extremely weak, he looked at Sang Weihan who was shivering under the table in Tingyuxuan, and said, "Yes...... It's a plan for the country, and I'm also thinking about adults, and I have no selfishness!"