I cross the cold pond

Dozens of people in strange costumes stood in the courtyard of the He family mansion, all of them frowned and whispered to each other from time to time.

The man wearing cassock and talking to the person next to him is a monk in Tuoyun Temple.

The one beside him who was speaking was covered in a purple gauze and a scarf on his face. This person's name was Miao Yinxian, who was good at witchcraft and had a bad temper.

There were still a few young disciples of Fu Anmen standing scattered in the courtyard. They stood relatively quietly in the courtyard, and they stood together with solemn faces. traceable.

In the courtyard, there is Mr. Anxi, who is good at summoning souls, and Mr. Xiao An, Mr. Yin and Yang, who wears a compass on his waist...

Those who can be named among this group of people have more or less received the kindness of He Dashan. He is currently sleeping on the bed for three months. Great benevolent people summon their souls.

He Dashan's name is He Zhen, and his family is in the silk business in the south of the Yangtze River. It can be said that he has a lot of money.

He Dashan just started to help the family business 20 years ago. He passed by Heshan Village, which was still a wasteland at that time, and was touched by the current situation of the local refugees. Instead, start throwing yourself into active philanthropy.

He opened Yizhuang, helped the refugees, and spent most of the money his family allocated to him to run the economy in just a few years.

In short, He Dashan is a true and kind person, and the good deeds he has done in his life are too numerous to enumerate.

I do not know how many lives have been saved by a pair of bergamot hands.

Speaking of this saved person...

From the entrance of the He Zhai courtyard came a servant who shouted loudly: "Xu Ziru, Xu Banxian has arrived—"

The people whispering and communicating in the courtyard paused, and looked towards the gate of the courtyard. The man who came in was wearing a gray Taoist robe that was neither new nor old, with a Taoist bun on his head. He held a fortune-telling banner in his left hand and wrote a "gua On the top of the word "Gua", there are two words "good and bad" circled. He is holding a piece of watermelon in his right hand, with some watermelon juice on his mouth. After entering the door, he saw that there were many people in the courtyard. laughed.

Xu Ziru put the banner behind his waist, took a bite of the watermelon with both hands, and then said slowly: "This man lost his soul and slept for [-] days. I can understand that Tuoyun Temple let Master An come. I'm afraid that He Dashan is dead, so I can understand why Sister Miaoyin is here, I'm afraid that the good man has fallen into a witchcraft..."

He only uttered half a sentence, Miao Yinxian interrupted him angrily: "My old lady is several years younger than you, who is your sister?"

Xu Ziru squeezed his eyes at Miao Yinxian who was being called his sister, arched his hand full of watermelon juice and made a begging gesture: "Sister Miaoyin, sister Miaoyin, when I first saw my sister, I felt that heaven and man were descended from the earth, and I dare not Blasphemy, so it is always habitual to call me sister."

Xiao An, Mr. Yin Yang who was standing at the side, immediately snorted coldly when he heard the words: "Sweet words! When you tell fortunes to others, you may be so sweet to coax others!"

Xiao An and Xu Ziru have similar businesses, one is a fortune teller and the other is a feng shui one, they are supposed to be of the same clan, the king doesn't see the king, so when they meet they don't always deal with each other.

Xu Ziru turned his head to look at him when he heard the words, he blinked his eyes: "It turns out that Master Xiao is also there, I'm sorry, just now I only have beautiful women in my eyes, and I can't see anything else.

I don't know if I can ask Master Xiao to answer some questions. "

Xiao An always knew that Xu Ziru couldn't spit ivory out of his mouth, so he didn't want to talk to Xu Ziru, but Xu Ziru had already spit out the second half of his sentence: "Fu Anmen is good at tracking, sending some young disciples will be of great benefit, Needless to say, Mr. Anxi, who is good at evoking souls, can be said to be even more powerful when he comes to find good people, just... what do you, a feng shui master, come here to see the feng shui of the good people's homes or the cemetery for the good people?"

Xu Ziru has always spoken outspokenly. If he hadn't been a bit genuine, he would have been beaten out of the house with a stick by his master. Xiao An was so angry that his breath was blocked, his cheeks flushed, and he blurted out: "Then you are expelled!" What is the real ability of a stray dog ​​from the Tianji Gate?!"

With a frown on Xu Ziru's face, the eyebrows raised slightly, and the servant behind the door shouted loudly again: "The Tianji Gate is here——"

There was a sudden sound of voices in the courtyard. The Tianjimen sect had retreated from the world for six years, and the entire sect did not receive any news or listen to any news. There were rumors that the head master had passed away, and the matter was spread all over the world, and no one came to stop the rumors. For the first time in six years, the disciples of Tianjimen went down the mountain.

Xu Ziru leaned to the side after hearing the transmission, he turned his head slightly to see who the sect sent down the mountain, and saw that the first to enter was a blue-clothed exquisite woman, with a long braid tied behind her, walking with braids Staggering, with a plain white long sword in his hand, the expression on his face was very off-kilter.

Seeing her, Xu Ziru paused for a moment, then smiled: "Little Sister Linglong, I haven't seen you in six years."

The person called Linglong is Xu Ziru's youngest senior sister. Because of the Tianji sect cultivator's questioning, the life span of disciples has always been longer than ordinary people, so although Linglong is a little older than Xu Ziru, she looks younger than Xu Ziru. Be small.

Linglong finally went down the mountain, feeling happy and brisk, walking lightly and jumping, just when she heard a familiar voice when she entered the door, she turned her head and opened her eyes, then ran over three steps at a time and jumped to Xu Ziru on her body, she happily shouted: "Little brother! Why are you here too?!"

Before Xu Ziru was expelled from the sect by Tianjimen, he was the youngest junior in the sect. There was a great famine in the year of his birth. It should be that his parents thought they would not be able to support the newborn, so they randomly abandoned him by the side of the road.

He was picked up by the benevolent He Dashan at that time and raised in the Yizhuang built by him.

There are many homeless refugees in Yizhuang, and there are not many young children. He is indeed the only one who is as big as him. He was held in the arms of He Dashan and raised for half a month. The disciples went down the mountain to punish the evil and promote the good, and by the way, some orphans with good bones were selected to take them up the mountain to teach.

The reason why Xu Ziru was taken up the mountain was not because he had a good foundation. He hung on the sleeve of his senior brother Yan Qinghe, and he was not dragged off no matter what. In the end, he had no choice but to be taken up the mountain.

Taking him up the mountain also found that his bones were not good enough. He could not master all the exercises in the sect, no matter how simple or complicated, but because he was raised in the sect when he was young, the master still smiled and let him accept him as an outside disciple.

In the ceremony of appreciating the master, the eldest brother stood at the lower right hand of the master, wearing a blue robe, holding the "Yunjiao Sword", with a cold face, as bright as the moon in the sky.

Xu Ziru didn't make any progress in practicing spells, and everyone in the teacher's school advised him not to waste time practicing, so he spent all day in the teacher's door dealing with Uncle Yi, who was watching the door and sweeping fallen leaves, and asking Qing Niang in the kitchen how to make fruit wine. Such a day has passed.

Strictly speaking, Xiao An said that he was expelled from the school. Strictly speaking, it should not be true.

He Xu Ziru was disheartened, he left the Tianji Sect, which everyone envied, and he was really not expelled from the sect.

Xu Ziru stretched out his arms and hugged the little senior sister Linglong who was much shorter than him, and said in his mouth: "Little senior sister, I still have watermelon in my hand, don't get the juice on your robe."

He originally wanted to ask Linglong if anyone else in the sect came besides her, but he saw Liu Ying with a cold face standing behind her, and opened his mouth to scold Linglong, "Linglong!"

Liuying is the third senior sister of the sect, with a stern face and a ruthless person, when Xu Ziyou wanted to join the school, she was the one who strongly opposed it.

Linglong got off Xu Ziru's body with her mouth curled, and secretly rolled her eyes at Liuying in Xu Ziru's direction.

Xu Ziru nodded towards Liuying, and also greeted with a smile: "Third Senior Sister, long time no see."

Liu Ying's body was straight, she didn't talk to her, she didn't express anything, she just stretched out her hand and grabbed Ling Long, wiped her mind and walked past.

Xu Ziru shrugged his shoulders, grabbed the half-eaten watermelon in his hand, and tried to find a corner to put the garbage and threw it away. Only then did he turn his gaze to a tree near him, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Yitianjimen's robes lying on him before.

Xu Ziru rubbed the watermelon water in the palm of his hand with the flag cloth slanted down behind him, raised his head, and thought with some doubts that He Dashan is indeed a great kind person, but it is not enough to let Tianji sect send the third teacher The senior sister should send someone over, but after raising his eyes to see who it was, he paused while wiping his hands.

The expression on Yan Qinghe's face was still as cold as usual, standing at the gate of He Zhai, he could make the gate of such a large house feel petty.

The first person in the courtyard to react was the team leader of Fu Anmen. Their entire team looked young, like the juniors of the Fu Anmen sect who had come down the mountain to practice. Originally, everyone had solemn faces, pretending to be stable and mature. , Seeing Yan Qinghe broke his kung fu instantly, as if seeing a relative, the leader shouted in surprise: "Senior Brother Qinghe, you finally went down the mountain!"

Xu Ziru couldn't help shivering slightly when she heard the tone of seeing her own mother.

His movements were slight, and he was holding a watermelon in his hand. If you didn't look carefully, it was obvious that he was wiping his hands with the flag behind him, but Yan Qinghe glanced at him sideways.

Xu Ziru brewed his emotions for a moment, and then he forced a not-so-sincere smile to Yan Qinghe. Yan Qinghe took out a handkerchief from his skirt, raised his hand and handed it in his direction.

Xu Ziru was stunned for a moment, he raised his hand to take the handkerchief handed over by Yan Qinghe, and thanked him with lowered eyebrows.

Yan Qinghe withdrew his hand without answering, and walked straight towards the middle of the crowd.

Xu Ziru Yan Qinghe wiped his hands with a half-hanging handkerchief. He walked to the tree in the yard and threw the unfinished watermelon into the soil beside the tree. Standing under the tree, he wiped himself carefully with the handkerchief. Every finger was wiped clean.

When he stood beside the tree and silently lowered his head to wipe his hands, a black "briquette" the size of a palm emerged from his chest. This "briquette" had two round eyes all over his body, and he blinked his eyes and wanted to go out. , Xu Ziru glanced at him, frowned and stretched out his finger that he had just wiped, and stuffed the "briquette" back into his lapel again.

"Don't make trouble."

He scoffed.

After stuffing it, he loosened it, and threw down the handkerchief for wiping his hands. The dropped handkerchief happened to cover the watermelon he had just thrown away, and was soaked in the watermelon juice after a while.

The author says:

I think the story is pretty old-fashioned, and the cp is also pretty old-fashioned!The way of writing is also very old fashioned!I hope you will take care of me, thank you