I cross the cold pond

Shen Di is just young, not an idiot, he said goodbye to Xu Ziru after finishing his work of tying the rope, and was going to discuss with his disciples to test whether the butler's legs had leg problems.

If there is no leg disease but pretending to be leg disease, it seems that he has something to hide from others.

Moreover, the He family mansion has always been managed by the housekeeper. He Dashan helped refugees and abandoned children all the way, using some money and property he brought out when he left home.

His family property is indeed rich, but after so many years, it can be regarded as making ends meet.

Even if the children he helped later grow up and occasionally give back to him, at most it can only keep his house healthy and have enough food and clothing. It is impossible to live a luxurious life.

Today, as soon as the housekeeper entered the door, Shen Di saw a jade wrench in the other's hand. Although Shen Di didn't understand the fineness of a wrench, it must be expensive.

And today, when he saw He Chan, who was guarding the good man in the house, he was not as healthy as the butler, nor as neatly dressed as the butler, and even had accessories on his body.

Although this may be someone else's housework, but He Dashan has the kindness of helping and nurturing him. The Dashanren's soul is separated from his body at this moment, it must be man-made. He voluntarily invited him out of the sect to repay his favor, so he must be caught. Harmful people.

After Shen Di left, Xu Ziru stood under the tree by the rope that tied him to the beetle, and looked at the beetle on the other end of the rope with a smile.

A person came behind him, his steps were very light, although the tone of his speech was flat, but the listener could think of the spring water flowing down from the sky in the hopeless spring from his flat tone.

"But what did you find?"

Xu Ziru's hand holding the rope paused, and there was no one else around him, and he couldn't pull himself off to put on a smiling face at this moment. He lowered his eyes, lowered his eyebrows, and his voice was flat, completely invisible in front of others. That foolish look: "Nothing."

Yan Qinghe walked up to him, looked up at the beetle that was fluttering in the air, he raised his hand and pinched the rope with his fingers, and performed a little kung fu, the rope broke immediately, and the beetle flew to the ground with the rope. on top of the tree.

Yan Qinghe stared at the end of the rope that was slowly leaving, and then turned his head to see that he was at ease.

Xu Ziru was not very happy, he rubbed his fingers against the half of the broken rope he was holding, rubbed it for a while before letting go and throwing it on the ground.

Yan Qinghe withdrew his gaze and said, "After everyone left, I asked Liu Ying to look at He Zhen. He was indeed a living soul, but there were three worm spots on his wrist. Before the living soul left his body, he had been infected by a Gu."

Xu Ziru hummed calmly.

Yan Qinghe saw that Xu Ziru seemed to know it already, so he asked, "You already knew it?"

Xu Ziru only turned his head to look at him now, Xu Ziru and Yan Qinghe had been together under the same roof for more than an hour, and this was the first time he saw Xiangyan Qinghe.

After looking over, he saw that the other party had a beautiful face again, and the sky and the sea were calm and breezy, and he couldn't hold back his brows. After looking away, he said calmly, "I don't know."

Yan Qinghe carried a "Yunjiao Sword" symbolizing his own identity on his back. A grass sword tassel was hung on the sword body, and the sword tassel swayed with the breeze for a moment.

He glanced at Xu Zizi, and his voice was neither urgent nor slow, neither high nor low, he just said: "I know you annoy me, now that my demons are gone, you should also let go."

Xu Ziru turned his head and glanced at him, the eyes that had been staring at Yan Qinghe all the time seemed to be glancing at a dead object, but was caught cold by Yan Qinghe's free and easy words, he glanced coldly at Yan Qinghe: "I'm not talented, and I haven't made any progress, but this matter really doesn't bother you."

Yan Qinghe didn't say much, just nodded his head slightly, his words had come to this point, and he was about to leave.

"and many more."

Xu Ziru suddenly called out to him.

Yan Qinghe paused, looking at Xu Ziru calmly, neither sad nor happy, nor angry.

Xu Ziru paused his arms, then raised his hand: "Give me back the tassel hanging on your sword."

Yan Qinghe was stunned for a rare moment. He hung the fringe on his "Yunjiaojian" sword for a long time, so long that he felt that the fringe grew together with the sword. Forgotten or blurred things can only be remembered when someone mentions them. Xu Ziru reminded him that this fringe was hung up by Xu Ziru himself when he was eleven or twelve years old. Now he is fifteen or sixteen. Years passed, and the person who gave the gift wanted to take it back.

Xu Ziru continued to urge: "Hurry up."

Yan Qinghe slowly took off the sword behind him. He lowered his eyes to untie the tassel of the sword. This thing had been tied to the sword for more than ten years, and it was almost integrated with the sword. It was a bit difficult to untie it.

Yan Qinghe was having a lot of trouble explaining it.

Feeling free but waiting extremely patiently.

After half a stick of incense time passed, Yan Qinghe untied the sword tassel, which had been tied for more than ten years, and the sword body seemed to have scars, which was a bit strange.

Yan Qinghe delivered the things with his left hand with a strange thought.

After Xu Ziru took it, he stuffed it casually into his lapel, thinking that Yan Qinghe didn't want it. There are plenty of people in this world who are vying for it. Xu Ziru made the fringe made of old grass with his own hands, and a thousand taels of silver was enough. sell out.

This side was stuffed into the skirt of the clothes, and Yan Qinghe suddenly frowned, his face was covered with cold light, he reached out to grab Xu Ziru's clothes, Xu Ziru reacted quickly and separated his hands, thinking about it ridicule.

Yan Qinghe said with a cold face and a cold voice: "Xu Ziru, you raise monsters, do you know what crime it is in Tianjimen?"

Xu Ziru stretched out his hand and pressed his chest, only to remember that he had a "coal ball" on his body. This "coal ball" found him inexplicably two years ago. He knew it was a monster, and he wanted to have someone paste it on with a magic-suppressing talisman. Let this thing fly away, but this monster has no evil spirit, no bloody smell, it can do nothing but blink its eyes to see people all day long, and the magic suppressing talisman is useless to it. Even though he had a pet, after two years, he developed some very weak bonds.

The "briquette" in his arms is thumping happily under his hands. This thing is usually very obedient, let it stay still, it doesn't even blink, today I don't know why it has been wanting to thump out, and the mood is free I thought in my heart that I would let Yan Qinghe control it any more, but said in my mouth: "I am no longer a member of Tianjimen, how can I get your Tianjimen to convict me?"

Yan Qinghe's face was icy cold. He usually had a calm face, but now his expression was cold, as if he was carrying the snow that never melted on the mountain: "No matter who it is, keeping monsters is a felony."

Xu Ziru had a nonchalant expression on his face, and said: "Then I have to find someone to exorcise me, this thing sticks to me and never leaves."

Yan Qinghe looked solemn, and wanted to walk in with a stern face. Not far away, there was the sound of a servant asking the distinguished guests to eat in the front hall. The footsteps of the servant running were getting closer. Yan Qinghe hardly added any A purifying mantra of thinking was wrapped around the monster in Xu Ziru's arms, and then he frowned and looked at Xu Ziru: "Don't be discovered, I will find you at night."

He lifted his foot and left.

No matter how diligent and assiduous Xu Ziru was in his first mortal life, he couldn't practice any exercises. He couldn't use the Purification Mantra, but he also knew that this mantra could calm the monsters and temporarily hide their aura.

This "briquette" raised by Xu Ziru has no evil spirit, bloody smell, or even evil spirit, so he can follow him all the way around the world without getting him into any trouble.

Even Yan Qinghe, who maintains the balance of heaven and earth and eliminates demons as his own responsibility, only smelled the sporadic demonic energy emanating from Xu Ziru when he inadvertently tore open his chest.

Therefore, his casting of the purification spell was very unreasonable. In this world, even he could only barely discover the devilish energy, and no one would be able to discover it again.

Xu Ziru stretched out his hand and patted his clothes, thinking that at least this "briquette" would not thump and fall asleep under the Qingxin Curse, and Yan Qinghe had done a good deed.

During the dinner, the people on the table toasted and pushed the cups for more than half an hour. After the wine was full, the upright and young and frivolous Shen Di suddenly asked: "Mr. He Chanhe, I have a question that I don't know whether to ask or not. ?”

Xu Ziru sat in front of his desk with his forehead propped up, as if he was too drunk to go back to sleep immediately.

The three people of Tianji Gate were bigu, and after greeting the host before the dinner, they each went back to their respective rooms, and the older ones also went back to their rooms early to rest, so when Shen Di asked this question, the people in the banquet hall were not counted. Many, most of them were young people who had drunk a little wine, and they looked over after hearing the words.

He Chan also drank some wine, and his face was a little bloody due to the smell of alcohol. Hearing this, he blinked his slightly confused eyes: "Mr. Shen Xiao, please speak frankly."

Shen Di asked: "I don't understand one thing. The great good man left Jiangnan 30 years ago to take root here. He has saved countless people for most of his life without asking for anything in return."

He Chan was indeed moved when he heard the words. He propped his forehead with one hand, feeling a little emotional: "Father really..."

Shen Di said bluntly: "Since that's the case, I see that today's dinner has a lot of dishes, and I have never seen many delicacies in Fu'anmen..."

After he said this, someone laughed out loud at the dinner: "That's because you, the head of Fu'anmen, are stingy—"

Shen Di's back was straight, and he didn't care about other people's sarcasm, and continued: "The great good man never cares about the rewards in his actions, and all he uses and asks is to help others. I want to ask how the government has been operating in recent years? I asked the servants in the mansion, even the servants carrying the slop buckets at the back door are paid three renminbi more than the outside workers, I want to know how the He family’s house is still running so well for so many years?"

"..." He spoke in a sonorous and forceful tone, scaring away some of the onlookers at the table.

Xu Ziru propped his head, staring at the plate of hibiscus pastry in front of his eyes, he pinched it with two fingers, and slowly put it into his mouth.

He Chan, who was sitting at the table, seemed a little drunk. Hearing this, he was stunned for a while, and finally sighed: "It's my housework, but it makes you worry. I'm really ashamed."

He Chan said: "Father left his hometown a few years ago and wanted to come out to do good deeds regardless of obstacles. For many years before that, my father was indeed living barely enough for food and clothing, but my father didn't care about these things and felt that food and clothing were enough. My father's father passed away, and my father's mother asked my father to go back to express condolences. My father has never been filial to his parents in helping others all his life. He was so guilty by a letter that he decided to go back to his hometown in Jiangnan to visit him.

In order to take care of my father's health, I was the one who accompanied him back home with Dong Bo.

We stayed in the old home for nearly a year. There are many intertwined relationships in the old family, and many messy things happened. I can’t go into details. In short, my father came back here regardless of his biological mother’s persuasion.

His mother's sons are doing well, so she is always worried about the food and clothing expenses of this son here, so she always spends some money for these years, and life seems to be getting better recently.

But my father never asked about these things, and he didn't care much about things outside his body, so I didn't go into details. "

Shen Di paused when she heard the words, and then nodded: "So that's the case, I understand."

He Chan asked him again: "But what's wrong?" When he said this, he muttered to himself, "But my father didn't agree with us accepting his mother's financial aid. His face will make his elderly mother worry about him."

Shen Di said: "Then you took the money from his hometown behind the backs of the great benevolent man, right?"

He Chan was sluggish for a while, probably because drinking made his tone stronger, he sighed: "Both Dongbo and father are old, I always thought that they would not suffer as much as they did when they were young, so I accepted it secretly. Help from my father's hometown."

Shen Di pondered for a moment, and felt that this logic was completely fine, and it didn't seem to have anything to do with He Dashan lying down for so long for no reason.

He turned his gaze to Dong Bo who was sitting on He Chan's lower right hand, looked around his lap and thought about it, when the soul of the good man came back tomorrow, he could ask the good man in detail if someone wanted to kill him Him, or him for some other reason.

Xu Ziru stretched his waist, stood up slowly from the table, said goodbye to his fellow tablemates, and said he was going to bed, and went early the next day to marry the widow sister in Lincheng.

But on the second day, Xu Ziru couldn't leave.

Something happened that night, and no one in the mansion could leave.