Ghost book

"Song Shu, Song Shu wake up."

Song Shu felt a continuous noise in his ears, and waved his hand, but the whole space shook in the next second, and he felt himself being thrown to the ground.Song Shu struggled to get up, and a bright light rushed into the room.

"Song De, what's the matter?" Squinting his eyes, Song Shu sat up, his mind was blank, and he couldn't tell the current situation at all.

"Song Shu, the Taoist priest is looking for you, get up quickly and follow me downstairs."

Song Shu shook his head, the reality and the dream were separated in an instant, Song Shu's face flushed suddenly, he picked up the glass of water on the coffee table and poured it into his stomach, "cough, cough, cough."

Seeing Song Shu's appearance, Song De frowned, "What's the rush?"

Song Shu was so guilty that he couldn't speak at all. He just had a dream that the main character was a man. It's nothing, but why him.Shaking his head with difficulty, indicating that he was fine, Song Shu got up and patted his cheek hard.

Daoist Yizheng came here alone, sitting downstairs in Song De's house with an unfathomable expression on his face.

After these two incidents happened in succession, Song Shu also had a little more respect for Taoist priests.

A righteous Taoist priest smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, I came to see you today because I want to ask you, not to bring any bad news."

Song De also looked a little nervous.Song Shu heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this, "Who is the Taoist priest?"

A righteous priest said, "It's not a big deal, just take a walk with me to Zhenshu Mountain. Of course, it's not without harm to you." A righteous Taoist pointed to the jade pendant on Song Shu's neck. .

Song Shu followed Yi Zheng's gaze to the jade pendant, the red string of the jade pendant had been replaced by him, Song Shu picked up the jade pendant and looked at it carefully.

The Taoist priest said it was good, so naturally Song Shu believed it, and followed the Taoist priest to Zhenshu Mountain.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is the tomb of Song Zhicun, the prime minister of the Jin Dynasty. I guess archaeologists will find his coffin in ten days."

Song Shu laughed with a stiff face, "This can't be my ancestor."

The Taoist priest said seriously: "No, but it has something to do with you."

Song Shu: "A relative?"

Daoist leader: "You don't need to ask too much, it's not good for you, and let him pass the past, and live a good life in the future."

Song Shu held back his mouth and didn't reply. So far, hearing this sentence has made his ears callused, and he has also changed from being irritable at the beginning to being calm now.

Above the cemetery, a large pit has been dug out in this cemetery. The archaeologists were all focused on their own affairs. When they saw a righteous Taoist priest approaching, they nodded respectfully and said hello.

Yizheng: "You wait here first, I will come when I go, remember not to wander around."

Song Shu only thought that the Taoist priest was worried about him destroying the cemetery, so he nodded in agreement.Leaning on a young precious tree, Song Shu's mind jumped into the dream he just had just now. It stands to reason that the memory of the dream will fade after people wake up, but Song Shu is better at remembering a little bit of detail.

When Song De woke him up, when he heard that a Taoist priest was looking for him, his first reaction was to panic.I don’t know why I have been in an environment with only two people with the Taoist many times. He subconsciously doesn’t want the Taoist to know that he is haunted by ghosts, and he is still a little male ghost. Song Shu couldn’t help but cursed himself as a beast. He must be confused by ghosts. Only then will it be like this.

At this moment, Yizheng walked over with a bowl of unknown things, "Song Shu, come here."

At this moment, Song Shu saw that Yizheng was holding a knife in his right hand. It looked very simple, but the blade was shining with silver light, which looked very sharp.

"One Righteous Daoist, this is you."

"Lend me your hand." Seeing Song Shu's hesitation, Yizheng sighed, "It doesn't take much, just a few drops."

Song Shu looked at Yizheng suspiciously. He had also seen some movies about Taoist priests catching ghosts, and the situation felt wrong now.

In the end, a few drops of blood were taken from Song Shu, and he disappeared as soon as he got the blood. Song Shu didn't understand archeology, so it was meaningless to stand here and look at the archaeologists, so he went back.

☆, on TV

"Hey, little brother in front, just wait."

On the way down the mountain, a voice came from behind Song Shu. Looking back, it was a middle-aged man dressed as an archaeologist.

Song Shu: "Did you call me?"

The man quickly caught up, "I've caught up with you, this is given to you by an upright Taoist leader, and he said that wearing it on his body will ensure a safe journey."

Song Shu took it and looked at it. It was a sachet with a cluster of precious trees and flowers embroidered on the surface of the sachet. Song Shu sniffed it, and the sachet smelled faint.

"Thank you, Daoist, for me."

Putting the sachet into his pocket, Song Shu returned to Song De's home.

As soon as Song Shu came back, Song De narrowed his eyes and slapped him with disgust, "Why do you smell so bad?"

Smelly!Song Shu raised his hand and smelled it, "There is no smell, is your nose broken?"

Song Shu wanted to go back, but Song De didn't stop them. It was the smell from Song Shu that made them breathless. As soon as Song Shu left, the air in the whole space instantly increased a hundred times.

It's not too early now, and it was getting dark when the car was driving halfway.There were few other cars passing by on this section of the road. Song Shu turned on the headlights, and the car slowly drove back to Fuhua City.

Back home, Song Shu took out all the things in his pockets and was about to take a bath, only to find that the embroidered color of the sachet given by the Taoist priest had darkened, and he sniffed it to his nose, and the sachet had no smell.

Thinking of that man's words, Song Shu was taken aback. Could it be that he encountered something dirty on the road, or he appeared again.

After calming down his ups and downs, Song Shu put down the sachet. At this moment, he saw a figure on the TV in the living room. The figure became clearer and clearer. Song Shu walked towards him uncontrollably.

Carefully put your hand on the monitor, the touch of the monitor is on your hand, and the man is like a 3D picture, there is no dissatisfaction with his touch, and he still looks at Song Shu with a smile.

Song Shu swallowed, and asked softly, "Who are you?"

The man didn't answer Song Shu, but his smile was even wider, his two moist peach eyes were slightly curved, which was extremely cute.

Song Shu didn't realize that the corners of his own lips were raised high, and his brows and eyes were full of excitement.

It was already late at night when Song Shu finished a series of things, and he was still there on TV.Song Shu came to the TV again, "I'm going to bed." Thinking of what happened at noon, Song Shu blushed slightly, "Don't come to my dream tonight, good night."

That night he really didn't see him in his dream, Song Shu heaved a sigh of relief, but at the same time, there was a faint feeling of unhappiness in his heart that he had ignored.

After the number of leave days expired, the colleague who took over most of Song Shu's work before handed over all the work to him. He was busy in the next few days, leaving early and returning late every day, but every day he went out to watch him on TV. When I come back, I will say good night to him, but the only response to him is a smiling face, and life is like this.

"Song Shu, let's go, let's go to eat, and I happen to have something to see you." Da Sun took Song Shu's hand and pulled him into his car.

Dasun was the one who took over Song Shu's work before, and Song Shu couldn't find a reason to refuse, so he got into his car.

Da Sun: "Song Shu, to tell you the truth, I'm taking you on a blind date now, hey, hey, don't be annoyed, this is what you promised me before, and I know you didn't take it to heart, so I just use it This way, when the time comes, don't lose face to the little sister when you pass, just treat us as having a meal, and it's okay to refuse if you don't like it."

Song Shu is often said to be close, but he has never promised anyone in his memory, and he is skeptical about Da Sun's words.

The place to eat was a Chinese restaurant, and Da Sun took Song Shu to the direction of the private room.

The blind date was a very well-behaved girl who spoke softly and was very flattering, but Song Shu found that he didn't feel anything at all, only those moist peach blossom eyes in his heart.

Touching his nose, Song Shu suddenly felt guilty, "Eat first, I'll make a phone call."

That night, Song Shu drank alcohol and smelled heavily of alcohol. He refused Dasun's help and stumbled back to the house by himself.

Song Shu thought that he would feel guilty. In the final analysis, he had sex dreams with him, and he would see him every day, so he had a different idea in his heart.

Song Shu knew that there was something wrong with him, but he found that he didn't want to quit at all, and every time he had a little thought of leaving, his heart felt as uncomfortable as being gouged out.

The whole space was spinning, and Song Shu swayed his body to the front of the TV, wanting to question what drug the man gave him to make him look like this.

The next second Song Shu was awake, the person on the TV no longer looked at him with a smile, his face was pale, his eyes were wide open, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his red lips were tightly pressed together.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Shu noticed that his words were trembling, and his heart tightened uncontrollably.

There was silence in response to him, and a line of dark red blood flowed out from the head of the man on the TV, "Pa-ta, pa-ta" dripping to the ground.

"What's wrong with you, why did you do this?" Song Shu wanted to stop the bleeding, but he couldn't touch him at all, and could only watch him bleeding.

After a few 'shashasha' sounds, he disappeared into the TV, and the TV returned to his original appearance, reflecting Song Shu's panic at the moment.Song Shu stared blankly at the sight, he was very strange to the person opposite him, he sneered, he would have the same look.

Resting his forehead on his knees, Song Shu sat on the ground feeling empty. He left without knowing why, and his life would return to a controllable past. These were what he had always wanted, but before he left Why did he look like that before, made his heart clenched tightly, and he couldn't relax for a moment.

☆, Daochang

That night Song Shu didn't sleep all night. Sitting on the ground, his mind was full of his frightened appearance and the strings of dark red blood.

Song Shu got up at three o'clock the next day and set off for Fuyun Mountain.

He didn't forget the phantom he saw in the lake on Fuyun Mountain, and he saw him in the toilet that night when he returned from Fuyun Mountain.

One night is enough time for him to think about one thing, he likes him, otherwise he would not let a strange thing happen in his home, say good morning to him every day, at night, if he doesn't like him, he may He will be driven away immediately, or he will change his residence.

Song Shu hoped that he could slowly fade out of his world, but he still left like this after he really disappeared today, Song Shu's heart ached.

He arrived at Fuyun Mountain at 6 o'clock in the morning. At this time, Fuyun Mountain was still very foggy, and he was still wearing yesterday's clothes, which made him sneezed.

Song Shu went directly to the Tianshui Lake on the mountain. It was still dark at 6:[-], and the wind blew past, making Song Shu tremble.

Without him here, Song Shu will go to the previous Taoist temple next.

There were two Taoist boys sweeping the floor in front of the Taoist temple. Song Shu clenched his fists, hesitated for a while, and finally walked in.

The place he went this time was the room his mother took him to last time, and Song Shu's mood suddenly became heavy when he walked outside the door.

He came here because he didn't know where to go other than here. This is the only place he can ask such unscientific things, and the last time he came here, he was obviously familiar with the Taoist priest. He also looks familiar.Song Shu still trusts this Taoist temple, because even the atheist of his mother can break it into that appearance, presumably the Taoist priest must have profound Taoism.

It's just that I don't know if the Taoist leader will solve this matter, at least let him take a last look at him.

Taking a deep breath, Song Shu knocked on the door, and at this moment a voice came from inside, "Come in."

The Taoist priest poured a glass of water for Song Shu, looking at Song Shu's appearance, his heart was in a state of agitation, guessing the level of what happened, "What are you doing here today?"

Song Shu lowered his head and didn't know what to say for a while. The Taoist priest was drinking water, his eyes inadvertently glanced at Song Shu's neck, and immediately put down the tea cup, his face was very heavy.

"Take off the red string around your neck and show me."

The previous red rope was replaced by Song Shu with a thicker one with a tighter joint, so it couldn't be taken off right now.

The Daoist stared, and said in a rough voice: "Why did you change the rope? What about the previous one?"

Although Song Shu wondered how much the Taoist priest cared about the red rope, it was obvious that the atmosphere was not the time to ask this, so he answered honestly: "It's broken, so I'll change it."

The Taoist priest had an undisguised disbelief on his face, the fucking rope he gave Song Shu before was not ordinary, and it was impossible to say that it would be broken.

If it is broken, it will be broken, and this is not the time to pursue this.He touched his chin heavily, "Did you see him?"

Song Shu's eyes flickered, and the Daoist really knew something.The red rope jade pendant around his neck was put on by his mother after the car accident, and his mother told him that it was passed down from his ancestors and not to be taken off easily, that is, the whole world became strange from that day on, and Taoism Chang really looked very familiar with the red rope jade pendant, Song Shu couldn't help but boldly guess whether he had been here before the car accident.

The Taoist priest sighed, scratched his forehead in distress, and murmured in a low voice: "Sure enough, evil fate."

Daoist: "Did you see that book at home? That red hijab?"

Song Shu just opened his lips to say yes, but before he could say anything, the Taoist priest said seriously: "Burn them."

Song Shu was shocked, subconsciously he was very resistant to the word burning.

Daoist looked at Song Shu's appearance and remembered what happened when Song Shu came over for the first time. It was the same that day. When he said that he burned those two things, Song Shu resisted and left immediately. It was time when Song Shu's mother came over, she begged him to find a way, and the priest always remembered Song Shu in his heart, he knew that Song Shu would definitely come back, so he prepared a gift for him in those days, The same red rope jade pendant that can suppress all dark matter.

The red rope jade pendant, the red rope is responsible for assisting, and the jade pendant is responsible for suppressing and forgetting dark memories. Only two pairs can work together to achieve the greatest effect. Now the red rope has been replaced by Song Shu, although Song Shu’s previous dark memory has been suppressed, making him unable to He remembered, but he would still remember what happened after the red rope was changed when he woke up.

This jade pendant is also not perfect, it can't tell which situation needs to be suppressed and which can't be used. That's why the Taoist priest warned Xiang Si not to let Song Shu go to a more yin place, which is not good for anyone , firstly, the effect of the pendant will be weakened, and secondly, the other side's... will not be safe.

Song Shu received the news of Zhang Chaoyuan's death that day and was rushing back. Unexpectedly, there was a small car accident on the way. Originally, he was just in a coma and would wake up soon, but it took a buffer time to put on the jade pendant, so Song Shu slept for nearly two days. sky.

The Taoist priest who performed the ritual for Zhang Chaoyuan was the Taoist priest's younger brother. During those two days, he made a phone call to contact his younger brother, and there was also the fact that the villagers disagreed with Song Shu's participation in the funeral.

Daoist thought that this matter could be over for the time being, but he still underestimated fate.

☆, red hijab

At this moment, his mind was so clear that he would not appear after burning the hijab. He hadn't figured out anything yet, who he was, why he appeared, where did the hijab come from, and where did he go.

Song Shu thought that if he didn't clarify all these things, he would never forget him in his life.

The Taoist priest in front of him may have known about this matter before that, seeing the hideous face of the Taoist priest, Song Shu panicked.

"Okay, those things are at home, I'll burn them when I get back." Song Shu lowered his eyes, as if he had made up his mind.

Daoist was stunned for a moment, Song Shu's reaction was a little different from what he imagined, could it be because the way of meeting was wrong and the relationship was not that deep?But it is a good thing that he is willing to burn these two things.

The Taoist priest said hello with a smile, took out a small box from the drawer, put the box on the table and opened it.

Song Shu didn't know what the Taoist priest was going to do, and stared at the Taoist priest's hand flipping through the things in the box.

There are many things in this box, a wooden doll, a black triangular piece of wood, stacks of talisman papers...

The Taoist priest took out a piece of talisman paper, "Here, just put this talisman and those two things together, they will disappear after one night."

Song Shu took the talisman paper slowly and grabbed it into the palm of his hand, "I want to see him again, can I see him again?"

The Taoist priest took a deep breath, "He's not even conscious, and he won't give you any response when you see him."

After a few days of getting along, Song Shu naturally thought about this issue, but he still felt a little nervous when he heard it with his own ears.He lowered his eyes and said, "Can I see him?"

The Taoist priest waved his hand, "I don't have the ability to let you see him, and you don't have to worry, the existence of those two things only affects you, and it won't affect him if they are burned."

Song Shu listened in a cloud of fog, and his thoughts became stronger.

On the way down the mountain, Song Shu held the talisman paper that he had crumpled into a ball in his palm, and around his neck was the red string jade pendant that the Taoist priest gave him again.

Song Shu stared blankly into the distance, walking down the steps step by step. "Ding ding..." The phone in his pocket rang.

Xiang Si: "I'll come over at night, you wait for me at home."

Song Shu knew that the Taoist priest must have said something to his mother.Although he verbally promised that the Taoist leader would burn, he didn't in his heart, "No need, Mom, it's not a big deal. I have to work overtime at night, so don't come here."

Xiang Si was very worried, how dare she not go through such a big event, not to mention how could she not know about her son, she was skeptical about Song Shu's willingness to burn that evil thing.

Just like Xiang Si understood him, Song Shu also understood his mother, saying one thing but doing another.Song Shu tore off the red string necklace around his neck, and strode down the mountain.

Xiang Si had the key to Song Shu's house, and after calling him, she went to his house, but after waiting for a long time, she didn't wait for him to come home. Xiang Si knew at that time that what she wanted had come true.The mobile phone was turned off and hurried to Song Shu's work place, but Xiang Si did not find anyone else.

People from Songshu Company said that he was on a business trip, and his phone was always turned off.

Song Shu asked the eldest grandson to send a message to Xiang Si. He just wanted to know what happened. After reading the note, Xiang Si sighed and called the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest's answer made her sleepless all night.

"This is his own choice. Others can't control it. Let him go. Maybe it's not as bad as you think."

The son has been haunted by ghosts, which is not bad.

As soon as the jade pendant left his neck, Song Shu fell asleep early that night, and all his suppressed memories returned.

More than three months ago, Zhang Chaoyuan's health became worse and worse, so he returned to the old village to recuperate, accompanied by him and Song De.

It may be that Zhang Chaoyuan realized that he was about to leave at that time. That day he invited him and Song De to go around the old village together.

Zhenshu Mountain was the most precious place in their childhood, and it is also the place that Zhang Chaoyuan has been thinking about since he returned to the old village.

Zhang Chaoyuan's health was not good and he became very uncomfortable halfway, and Song De carried him up in the end.Leaning on Song De's body all the way, he was chattering about his childhood, and when he talked about him and Song Shu looking for wild boars together, he coughed out of laughter.

Finding wild boars was something that happened when he was very young, and Song Shu's own memory of this period is very vague.

Song Shu met them under the precious tree. The two things were buried in the soil and only a bright red corner was exposed.

Song Shu didn't know what it was at first, and he walked over out of curiosity. At that time, his eyes were on them, but he didn't notice the way, and his lower back was pierced by a branch.

Turning over the soil, Song Shu discovered that it was a book and a red hijab. This hijab was very delicate, with a cluster of rare tree flowers embroidered on the middle part, and the needlework was delicate.

I don't know who buried it here. Looking at this book and this hijab, it should be old.

Seeing Song Shu's actions, Song De and Zhang Chaoyuan cast puzzled eyes, "Song Shu, what are you doing?"

Song Shu held the two things in front of the two of them, "Look at this red hijab, I don't know who buried it here."

☆, memory

Song Shu only thought that the two were joking with him, and put the hijab and book in a bag and put them away.

Back at Song De's house, Song Shu washed the red hijab with clean water. The whole hijab looked like a new one, and the precious trees and flowers on it were vivid.

Song Shu couldn't put it down so much, he hung the hijab in the bathroom, and that was the first time he met him that night.

History is always surprisingly similar. After meeting him for the first time, he had an x-dream. After that, he gradually integrated into his life, and he gradually got used to his existence, until one day he found that he fell in love with him. I fell in love with him who couldn't be explained by science.

He knew it was wrong, so he wanted to forget about him, but he couldn't bear to throw them away. He had important work to do that day. When he got home, he wrapped the hijab and the book with tape and put them in the closet. , Get up early and go home every day and try to ignore his existence.

This did have some effect. He was so busy with work that he didn't even visit him.

He got off work early that night, but he didn't want to go home. Grandson invited him to have a drink. He didn't refuse. He couldn't remember what happened after the drink. He lay face down on the ground, with a dark red blood hole in the back of his head.

Song Shu didn't see him the next day, and it was also because of this that he couldn't let go. As soon as he closed his eyes every day, all he saw was his appearance covered in blood.

He also knew who to go to in this situation, and Song Shu tried his best to inquire about the Taoist temple on Fuyun Mountain, and after writing down the contact information and address, he hesitated.

This matter dragged on for a few days, and Song Shu finally wanted to ask, and what he got was that the Taoist burned it righteously.

Song Shu was in a calm mood at the time. He had thought of this result early in the morning, and he went down the mountain without looking back. Then he received a call from Zhang Chaoyuan in the car to leave. Song Shu's heart tightened, and he was about to speed up the car to go back. What met him was the frightened face of a teenager.

When all the memories came back, Song Shu accepted it very calmly.

During the three-day business trip, Song Shu didn't see him again, and he himself agreed with the Taoist's words in his heart, and he didn't realize it.He only appeared after he brought back the red hijab. The Taoist also said that he would not appear after burning those two things. Song Shu thought that maybe he was just an afterimage left by the hijab, so he didn't bother about him. where.

Holding a handful of water, Song Shu washed his face, sat in the stairwell and turned on the mobile phone that hadn't been turned on for three days. There were many missed calls, and Song Shu returned one to Xiang Si.

Xiang Si was very excited when he received Song Shu's call, "Song Shu, where are you?"

Song Shu: "Mom, I'm back today, I'm sorry that my phone is turned off these days."

Hearing his calm tone, Xiang Si became worried, "I will go to your place today, please tell me well."

As soon as Xiang Si stopped talking, he hung up the phone.Song Shu lowered his eyes and looked at the missed calls. Most of them were from his colleagues, and Song De also called him.

"I heard that the book is going to be adapted into a TV series, and I heard that the Central Committee invited director Da Sheng to make it."

"I know Miss Fu, I will fight for it."

Someone above him was talking, the voice was not loud, but what he said was sent to Song Shu's ears verbatim. He didn't pay much attention to the entertainment circle, and he didn't have much interest in these filming matters, so he stood up and left the place. place.

On the way, he returned a message to his colleagues, and he called Song De.

"Song Shu."

Song Shu: "You called me before."

Listening to Song Shu's tone, Song De glanced around and said slowly, "Song Shu, a book was dug out from the ancient tomb in our village. I think it has something to do with you."

☆, condemned by God

Song Shu's heart tightened. His red hijab was picked up in Zhenshu Mountain, and his arrival was also inseparable from the red hijab. He brought home a book with the red hijab.Swallowing his saliva, Song Shu tightened his grip on the phone.

"I'll be back tomorrow."

Song Shu guessed in his heart, he thought he should be able to figure out the whole thing soon.

Can't wait to finish the work at hand and rush back home.Xiang Si was waiting for him in the living room, and when he got home, Song Shu was stopped.

"I'm back, come and sit." Xiang Si pushed up her glasses, Song Shu noticed that her eyes were red, put down the things in his hands, and Song Shu sat down.

"You all remember?"

Song Shu lowered his head and nodded slightly.

Xiang Si leaned on the sofa, she sighed, "What do you think in the future, don't tell me that you won't get married."

Song Shu really hasn't thought about getting married now, his heart is firmly tied to him, and it's hard to forget for a while before all the mysteries are solved.

"Mom, I'm going back to the old village now, and I'll tell you when I get back, okay? Don't worry, I'll be reasonable."

When things got to this point, Xiang Si was exhausted, waved his hand and followed Song Shu, "Remember to turn on your phone 24 hours a day, I'm worried if I can't reach you."

Song Shu nodded heavily, patted Xiang Si on the back, and said softly, "Thank you, Mom."

The excavation of the ancient tomb in the old village has reached the final stage, and the identity of the owner of the ancient tomb has also been confirmed. It is the tomb of Song Zhicun, the prime minister of the Jin Dynasty, but the strange thing is that there is no bone of him in the tomb. Archaeologists only found one in the coffin. This ancient book, under the ancient book is a piece of torn embroidery.

Hearing this, Song Shu can be 100% sure that these are the two things he picked up. Immediately, the matter of Yizheng Daoist taking a drop of his blood that day immediately appeared in his mind, and Yizheng also said that the owner of the tomb told him There is a little relationship.

"Song De, do you know where the Yizheng Daoist is? I have something to ask him."

Song De knew more than Song Shu. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell Song Shu, but that there were some things that he shouldn't say. He nodded. Song De took Song Shu to the residence of the righteous priest.

Daoist Yizheng is the uncle of the village chief, so he naturally lives in the village chief's house. The village chief's family respects Yizheng very much and has always prepared a hut for him.

"Kuukou..." Song Shu knocked on the door.

Yizheng opened his eyes and poured two cups of tea into the cup, "Come in."

In the room, Song Shu prepared for a moment and was about to speak, when Yizheng took a step ahead and said, "I know what you want to ask, so drink the tea first."

Song Shu pursed his lips and drank the tea, "Okay."

The Taoist priest narrowed his eyes and nodded, "The ancient tomb on Zhenshu Mountain has something to do with you, but it's not what you think now."

Song Shu looked at the Taoist priest puzzledly, and the Taoist priest took a sip of tea, "Some things will be punished by God, I can't say more, you go back and read the book you brought back, when the time comes, you should Then we will know."

After the Daoist said so, Song Shu was embarrassed to continue asking, and after staying for a while, Song Shu said goodbye to the Daoist.

Turning around and walking towards the door, there was a sound of 'pa' behind him, Song Shu looked back, and the Taoist priest fell to the ground, Song Shu hurriedly stepped forward to help the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest waved his hand, "Hurry up and go."

☆, previous life

Coming out of the village head's house, Song Shu's face was full of worries that couldn't be concealed, and he almost tripped over the pear tree stump in front of the village head's house while walking.

"Song Shu." Hearing someone calling himself Song Shu, he followed the voice and saw Song De looking at him in front of him.

"Song De, I have important things to go back first, when we have time we will get together again."

Song De was stunned for a moment, and waved his hand at him with the corners of his lips bent. Song Shu looked at him in a daze for a moment, and Song De's waving action at this time was very similar to Zhang Chaoyuan.

We are all good brothers, influenced by each other, it is normal for certain actions to resemble each other. Song Shu didn't think deeply, so he beckoned.

As soon as he got home, Song Shu found the book, carefully put the hijab aside, and opened the first page. Suddenly, Song Shu was one head and two big, and he really couldn't read a word in this book. Understand.Scratching his hair irritably, he searched for Jin Chao's writing on the Internet, but he still found nothing.

What was written in the book, the truth was clearly in front of him, but he couldn't understand a single word, this feeling was really bad, Song Shu took a sip of water.

Throughout the afternoon, the Song books were on the Internet, and the history books of the Jin Dynasty were flipped through, and he finally found a little clue. The prime minister of the Jin Dynasty, Song Zhicun, created a language to record events, but the book also mentioned that this was a rumor.

Song Shu sighed, put the book on the coffee table, he lay down on the sofa and fell asleep in a daze.

……

Holding the washbasin, the young man pushed open the door and walked into the room, "Master, get up."

This is an antique room, the most conspicuous thing in the room is the quaint big bed with carved patterns, the bed curtain has not been lowered, and there is a bulge under the quilt.

The young man yelled a few times but did not see any response from the person on the bed. He walked to the side of the bed resentfully, and threw off the quilt, "Young master is getting up soon."

The man on the bed shrugged and grudgingly got up reluctantly. Seeing this, the young man's eyes were shining brightly. He picked up the clothes in his hand and put them on the man, "Master, put on your clothes quickly, don't catch a cold. "

Song Zhicun didn't listen to the young man, he stood up with a smile and opened his arms, "Xiaofu, help me wear it."

The weather is cold and windy now, Xiao Fu was worried that he would catch a cold, so he rubbed his hands and put Song Zhicun's clothes on.

Xiao Fu's height is considered medium among men, 1.6 meters [-], but he only reaches Song Zhicun's shoulders.

Song Zhicun let Xiaofu dress him clumsily, and seeing Xiaofu's tidy hair, he rubbed his head on it maliciously.

Xiaofu was startled by this sudden movement, smelling his body, his body stiffened, "Master, what are you doing?"

Song Zhicun nodded with a smile, he liked Xiaofu's reaction very much, "Xiaofu, I'm so sleepy, what should I do if I can't read the book when I'm sleepy."

Xiao Fu seemed to be really thinking about this problem seriously, his eyes rolled, his two moist eyes were very smart, "Young master, let me help you read, I will go to the imperial examination, and I will help you marry a wife in the future , What do you think, so that you can sleep well."

Song Zhicun was not angry at what Xiaofu said. He rubbed the top of Xiaofu's hair in a punitive way, "Stop talking about it after the wall has ears. I don't want you to be sent away by my mother." He straightened his messy hair, "You're hungry, go and bring breakfast and I'll wash up first."

At the mention of his mother Xiaofu, he shivered and realized the seriousness of the matter. He nodded obediently and went out to serve breakfast.

Xiaofu is the personal servant of the young master of the Song family. He has been by his side since he met Song Zhicun when he was a child. The servants of the Song family treat him almost like another young master. If the wife of the Song family likes him a little, maybe he He can really become the second young master of the Song Mansion.

Returning to Zhenshuyuan with breakfast, Xiaofu smiled and responded to the people who greeted him.

Xiaofu is in a good mood today, he feels windy when he walks, and he will be able to reach Zhenshuyuan soon after walking through this corridor. Master eat it.

'Bang' was hit hard on the shoulder, Xiaofu staggered, stabilized the breakfast in his hand, and frowned at the person who hit him.