Chapter 293: The Fate of the Scholar

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The Tang family became rich one day, but they did not enjoy a luxurious life with this money, but as always, lived a simple and ordinary life. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info:7777772e766f6474772e636f6d

Lin Sen once asked Tang Yue why he was like this, and Tang Yue smiled at the time and said, "Brother Lin, this question has been asked by many people. Let me tell you the truth, I still don't believe that the iron tools built by someone in my Tang can actually attract the attention of the city lord, and he bought all the tools with a lot of money, there must be a secret in this. Do you remember the hunting knife and collar you spent a day and a night building when a man in a fancy costume took a fancy to him and you gave him two things? If I'm not mistaken, maybe it's because of you. ”

Lin Sen didn't speak at that time, he felt that Tang Yue was a wise and foolish person, which even some monks couldn't compare to his state of mind.

The days passed like this, and in a flash, it was another three years. The business of the Tang family's blacksmith shop is also becoming more and more prosperous, and the originally remote street has now become an extremely prosperous downtown under the planning and expansion of the city lord.

In the past three years, the two monks have not appeared, and as for their master, as early as one night three years ago, he had appeared in Lin Sen's shop, and he had not been heard from since.

Today's Tang family's blacksmith shop has become a famous shop in Yancheng, and the shop has expanded because it is really unable to meet the needs of more and more customers, and Tang Yue's apprentices are more and more, but he still calls Lin Sen to eat every day, and does not forget to give him a pot of multigrain wine.

Tang Yiyun is now slim and has become a playful and cute girl, but she has become more and more intimate with Lin Sen, and will ask some strange questions from time to time. Of course, these questions are all about ghosts and gods, and Evian is particularly curious about these things, and with Lin Sen's many years of cultivation experience, he has a hunch that Tang Yiyun will face a life choice in the near future.

In the past three years, Lin Sen has seen great changes in this remote street, and of course, he has also seen the reincarnation of the heavenly way of birth, old age, sickness and death.

In the past three years, Lin Sen has not gone to Tang Yue's shop to help, and he still looks at the towering beech tree on the street all day long. It's just that the strange breath that he never saw from the beech tree again, no matter how he felt it, he couldn't see it.

As for his cultivation, Lin Sen rarely even cared about it, and he hadn't investigated it for a long time. His state of mind is peaceful, there is no change, what he seeks is the mentality of mortals, the life of mortals, and the reincarnation of heaven.

"Fate, is it really a foregone conclusion?"

Lin Sen was silent, he patted the Qiankun bag, and took out a knife and an iron ring in it, this knife is seven inches long, the tip of the knife is slightly curved, and the blade is smooth and bright like a mirror, revealing a sharp edge. The entire iron ring exuded a vicissitudes of life, and it was surrounded by iron animal bones, which were Lin Sen's hunting knife and collar.

Back then, the black and white monks fled back to Yancheng in embarrassment, and he told the old man the truth about what he had encountered. This person relied on his powerful cultivation in the middle stage of the knot pill and planned to go there in person.

So, one night, he appeared in Lin Sen's shop, saw Lin Sen sleeping soundly in bed like a mortal, and after several investigations, he saw that the other party was not vigilant, so he planned to make a move.

The consequences can be imagined, and the old man didn't see how Lin Sen made a move until he died. And he is also the only one Lin Sen has killed in all these years.

As for the hunting knife and collar, they were also found in this person's bag.

"The hunting knife and collar changed the fate of Tang Yue's family, and also changed the fate of the old man, and it can even be said that it changed the fate of this street. However, when everything changes, they return to their own hands, are these also destined by GodNo, no, their fate was completely changed by hunting knives and collars, and the hunting knives and collars I inadvertently created changed their fate, so I am the key to their fate" Lin Sen suddenly stood up from his knees, he rushed out of the shop, ran under the beech tree on the side of the street again, and looked up.

I saw the towering beech trees, shading the sun, and the sunlight shining down through the dense green leaves on the canopy, piercing into Lin Sen's eyes. Lin Sen did not avoid the sun, but narrowed his eyes, and he saw that among the countless green leaves, there was a strange aura, and this aura exuded vigorous vitality.

Lin Sen felt it in his heart, and Lin Sen seemed to see the fate of this beech tree:

It was a sunny summer day, and a depressed scholar gradually walked in the distance, he carried a book basket on his back, his clothes were disheveled, his expression was decadent, and he was tired from all the way from the capital to this place, but he didn't seem to feel it at all.

Yancheng is his hometown, but he doesn't have the slightest joy, but he feels guilty. Because, this time, he failed in the imperial examination.

At this time, he sat down in an open place, remembering the kind faces of his parents before he left.

"Son, these entanglements are borrowed from some relatives by my father, and what can be sold in the family has been sold, and there is only so much in total, the road to Beijing is far away, you must pay attention to safety, my father and mother have no extravagant hopes, I just hope that you can return safely." With trembling hands, his mother took out a worn-out money bag and handed it to the scholar.

The scholar's face was full of tears, he held the money bag, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to the two old men three times, and the sourness in his heart was beyond words. He got up, glanced at his father and mother deeply, and secretly made up his mind that he must go to high school in this imperial examination to repay his parents for raising him.

Who would have thought that on the day of his return again, as soon as he entered Yancheng, he found that people looked at him strangely, and the scholar returned home, and after several inquiries, he learned the news that his parents were both dead, and the whole person suddenly became depressed, he was already tired, but now he seems even more depressed.

The reason for the death of his parents was because the news of the imperial examination in the city and the capital had already spread, and they learned that their son had failed the list, but they were not too disappointed, they only hoped that their son could return safely.

However, their so-called relatives agreed to lend them to scholars because their parents promised to wait for their son to pay back several times after high school. Now that they heard the news that the scholar had fallen off the list, they stepped forward to collect debts. His parents were already in poor health, and under the persecution of such a group of relatives every day, his father suddenly fell seriously ill and died soon after, and his mother also died due to excessive grief.

At this time, he took off the book basket on his back, there was no book in the basket, but only a handful of dirt, and he gently picked up the dirt with his trembling hands, put it on the ground, and put it on the ground, and put it together with both hands.

At this moment, he could no longer cry, and tears dripped down and melted into the dirt, making the soil wet from too many tears.

"Father, mother, the child is not filial, failed to get fame and made you die for this, the child has no face to live in this world, since I can't give you filial piety in this life, then in the next life, I will be your son, and I will provide for you to die. ”

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