Ageless Seducer

The old man of the Zhang family was holding an ancient scroll of bamboo slips, and recited a long and complicated passage of sacrificial rites in high tones.

The sacrificial poem wrote: "The first teacher was named Qian, styled Tingxue, and born in Siliang... When he was young, he enjoyed drinking and drinking, and was good-natured and crazy. As a parent. I have lived in the mountains for six years, and I will return when there is heavy snow. The spring passed away in the next year, and the peaches and plums were young, and the sparrows were crying and mourning. Learned······"

The sacrificial speech took stock of the glorious honor and disgrace of the masters of the past dynasties, and the most important thing was naturally Zhang Qian's experience.In the impression of later generations, he was very respected as the founder of the mountain, but unfortunately he passed away early in his forties, and the place where his bones were buried is unknown.Although preaching and teaching, but eventually lost.

In the torrent of time, there are always strange coincidences. Maybe one day, fate is like those spells that suddenly disappear and can never be found again.And some people and some things will eventually become historical rumors, or they will be completely forgotten by the years.

Fu Qingzhu was inexplicably sad, glanced inadvertently, but saw Guan Fengyue holding his wine jar in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.Tong Xiaofei didn't express anything, but lined up the leftover peanut shells in front of her one by one. It could be seen that she was also a little depressed.Fu Qingzhu turned to Fu Qingyan beside him again. The other person was not bad, but his expression was tired. He tapped his fingers on the table from time to time, his eyes drooped slightly, and he seemed to be sleepy.

"Are you okay?" Fu Qingzhu hesitated for a moment, then put his right hand lightly on Fu Qingyan's leg, the other party was obviously startled, and smiled: "It's okay."

He held Fu Qingzhu's hand back, rubbed the palm of his fingertips, and did not speak.

Guan Fengyue suddenly squinted at the two of them: "It's too much to openly show your affection!"

"I don't." Fu Qingzhu wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held tightly, and he couldn't break free. Tong Xiaofei said lazily: "Master, you can go to see Uncle Zhang after reading the sacrificial speech. Don't take your anger out on senior brother and them."

"Where did I anger them?" Guan Fengyue was not convinced, Tong Xiaofei snorted softly: "Okay, my master is the most reasonable and understanding."

She pinched a piece of peanut shell with two fingers, and with a little force, it shattered.

"The old man is so energetic, he doesn't feel tired after reading so much." Tong Xiaofei sighed, casually threw away the debris in his hand, and stopped talking.

Guan Fengyue didn't understand her, and she was in a mess in her heart, so she didn't continue to ask.Fu Qingzhu didn't know who to comfort, so he had to let others go.

Not long after, the old man of the Zhang family finally finished reading the sacrificial speech, followed by offering incense.People stood up in twos and threes, and the oldest one at the table walked in front holding the lotus bronze lamp, and the rest followed and walked slowly to the ancestral hall.Zhang Li followed behind his grandfather, carrying a red lantern, his tall, thin and straight back was very eye-catching.

The crowd meandered in a row, followed by little lights. Fu Qingzhu and the others walked at the end. Guan Fengyue held the lotus lantern in one hand and the wine jar in the other, and chuckled: "Zhang Li is quite temperamental."

"The back looks a bit like Uncle Zhang." Tong Xiaofei put his hands behind his back and spoke very seriously, Guan Fengyue frowned: "Where does it look like? Zhang Qian is such a fool—"

"Uncle Zhang went up to see us later, didn't he dress up decently?" Tong Xiaofei retorted, "I saw him wearing red clothes and black clothes once."

"Which time, why didn't I remember?"

"You were drunk that day, and you made a lot of noise while hugging Uncle Zhang and drinking madly. My senior brother and I managed to get you off the person, and made trouble until night before Uncle Zhang left."

Tong Xiaofei shrugged indifferently: "Of course you don't remember. At that time, Uncle Zhang went down the mountain alone with a lantern. I asked him why he didn't want to eat a bowl. He said he was afraid that you would be in a bad mood when you got up."

Guan Fengyue was choked, and asked after a long time: "Then why didn't you say it later?"

"I forgot later." Tong Xiaofei pouted, looking nonchalant.

Fu Qingyan patted her on the shoulder: "Okay, be good."

"Hee hee, I've always been good." Tong Xiaofei said, but lowered his head and didn't make another sound.

Guan Fengyue felt very uncomfortable, and he suddenly realized that he was too willful.

The Zhang family's ancestral hall is in a small courtyard on the north side of the mountain. There is an old dry well in the center, and a vigorous cypress and pine tree are planted on both sides of the well.

"It's expected to be heartbroken every year, bright moon night, short Songgang." Tong Xiaofei whispered something inappropriately. She looked at the master's back, and then turned her head to look at the senior brother and Fu Qingzhu behind her. I don't know why, but it all feels so unreal.What she thought was lost and found, has actually changed drastically.

The old man of the Zhang family opened the gate of the ancestral hall, and the lights in the room were brightly lit. On the altar as high as the wall, from high to low, there were layers of spiritual tablets.People enter in order, burn incense from right to left, and then go around to the front of the house to go out.Guan Fengyue and the others were at the end, and Zhang Li held a cluster of burning incense and stood respectfully on one side.

"I brought a jar of Si Haiqing, where should I put it?" Guan Fengyue was very melancholy, "I can't find Zhang Qian's spirit seat."

At the end, he seemed to be saying to himself again: "Why not?"

Zhang Li was a little embarrassed: "I don't know."

Guan Fengyue chuckled: "I don't blame you, I'm just holding this wine jar, I'm tired."

He looked very gentle, rare gentleness, and Zhang Li, who was used to seeing his cynical smiling face, felt pity: "Mr. Guan, I heard from my grandfather that the pines and cypresses outside were planted by the patriarch himself. Sprinkle it under the tree, do you like it?"

"Okay." Guan Fengyue nodded, and Tong Xiaofei and others who had finished offering incense over there also surrounded them, and Zhang Li went to the yard with them.Most of the clansmen have gone back, and the whole courtyard is somewhat empty, but the bright moon is shining brightly, which is the best time to pay homage.

Guan Fengyue opened the seal of the wine jar, and a smell of aged vinegar wafted out. Tong Xiao couldn't help laughing: "Master, what am I talking about? This wine has been so long that it has gone rancid!"

"It's not for you to drink." Guan Fengyue didn't argue with her, bowed to the two big trees, circled around again, and sprinkled half of the wine on the roots of the trees.

"Zhang Qian, I won't say anything hypocritical, I wish you, I wish you—" Guan Fengyue suddenly choked up, "I'm not a person who can say good things, forget it, I won't say anything."

After saying that, he held the altar of Four Sea Greens, gulped and gulped, and couldn't help gasping: "My god, why are you so sour?"

Guan Fengyue raised her hand, wiped her mouth, and hiccupped: "Zhang Qian, don't dislike me. I'm just a big bastard. I don't have much thoughtfulness. Please forgive me this time. Next time, I'll come and see you again. .”

He coughed twice, wanted to laugh but couldn't, and after a while he muttered: "This stuff is really bad, with a hot throat, it's killing me."

Tong Xiaofei teased him: "You want to bring it yourself, it's too late to regret it now, isn't it?"

Guan Fengyue heard this, but instead of arguing with her as usual, she smiled: "It would be great if there was regret medicine in this world."

He let out a long sigh, and the mountain wind suddenly picked up, stirring the lush leaves, and countless green fireflies flew out of the dry well, like scattered stars, surrounding everyone.

Guan Fengyue rubbed her eyes: "Am I drunk?"

"No." Tong Xiaofei shook his head and told him it was not a hallucination.

Seeing a large group of fireflies approaching him, Zhang Li didn't move in a daze, feeling tired, and there seemed to be a voice in his ear saying to him: "Little Ali, I have something to discuss with you."

"What's the matter?" Zhang Li asked, Fu Qingzhu was surprised: "Zhang Li, what are you talking about?"

The other party couldn't open his eyes: "Teacher, I'm so sleepy."

Fu Qingzhu just wanted to ask him if he was tired, but when he saw his student shaking his body, he immediately regained his energy.

"What's wrong with you?" Fu Qingzhu was a little worried, Zhang Li smiled: "I'm fine, let's go, the banquet should start now."

The fireflies slowly floated into the sky and got into the top of the tree. Gradually, the faint light disappeared.Guan Fengyue stood still, and he asked: "Zhang Li, have you heard from your grandfather what the Fengshan Formation is like?"

"No." The other party denied it very simply, Guan Fengyue frowned slightly: "I have a feeling since I entered the mountain that Zhang Qian doesn't seem to have left, he has always been here."

"He really has to die." Zhang Li pursed his lips, "Don't think too much, live well."

Fu Qingzhu was puzzled. He looked at the student in front of him. He had a handsome silhouette and bright eyes, but there seemed to be something wrong.

Guan Fengyue bit her lip and walked away.Tong Xiaofei followed behind him, whispering: "Master, slow down."

"Let's go, if you go back later, the food will be cold." Guan Fengyue responded, and they disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Zhang Li smiled lightly, and his steps were also fast. Only Fu Qingyan and Fu Qingzhu walked side by side, a little slowly.

"The firefly just now is really beautiful." Fu Qingzhu murmured, "Could it be that Zhang Qian left it behind on purpose? He is so powerful, it should be counted thousands of years later, we will come to worship him, right? "

"I can't tell." Fu Qingyan suddenly took his hand and said, "It's just that I think Zhang Qian's thoughts are deeper and more detailed, and he should not only prepare Yinghuo."

"If you want to talk, just talk about it. Why are you pulling me?"

"I'm afraid of the dark."

Fu Qingyan said nonsense seriously, "I need you."

Fu Qingzhu was angry and funny: "There is something wrong."