The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path

Chicken crowing?

Lin Shu: "?"

A rooster crowed in his soul?

Lin Shu thought it was an illusion, and continued to put feathers in the mound.

"grumble--!"

Lin Shu: "?"

This time he heard clearly, it was really a rooster crowing, or a chicken cub.

He took out the bird feather and repeated the act of placing it in the mound.

Put it in, take it out, put it in, take it out.

The cry of the chicken cubs gradually changed from a frightened "chirp—" to weak, and finally to a begging "chirp".

This "chirp" reminded Lin Shu of the fluffy, chubby chick in his dream last night.

He looked at the feather, and an outrageous guess emerged in his heart.

Behind this feather is actually a chick.

In other words, besides being innocent, Xiao Shao also left himself a cub?

He can't accept it, and doesn't want to accept it.

He is only 21 years old and should not be the father of four children.

Just as he was thinking about it, the chicken cub gave another weak "chirp" in his mind.

Fine.

Lin Shu put the feather aside, took out Xiao Shao's bamboo flute and buried it in, and sealed it with soil.

In a blink of an eye, Wugui released a cloud of blood mist to envelop the feathers with a vicious expression on his face, as if he was going to devour them.

Just as he was about to stop it, he saw a layer of golden-red luster on the feathers, scalding Wu Shi.

Without shame, he retracted his hand resentfully.

Okay.

You two can hurt each other.

Lin Shu took the feather back from Wuwu's hand.

A flattering "chirp" came from the soul.

Lin Shu studied this hair.

It's the phoenix feather, that's right.

But the thing he saw in his dream was indeed a real chicken cub without any signs of a phoenix.

He put away his feathers and decided to wait and see what happened.

After dealing with the chicken feathers, the focus shifted to Wugui.

Pinching Yingying first, and then trying to kill Feather, shows that she has a bad nature.

Wu Shi only looked at him with a pair of evil eyes, and he didn't enter into it.

Lin Shu was physically and mentally exhausted, he pressed the center of his eyebrows, and planned to visit the pungent old lady in the market, and learn the skills of reprimanding others.

After finally getting dark, Wu Shi sat on the bed and rubbed his eyes.

The child was still young, and Lin Shu didn't care about him because of the day's affairs. He told himself in his heart that the country is easy to change and the nature is hard to change. This bad personality is not a well-deserved fault. It can be traced back to the No. Ou Yezi.

He said, "Go to sleep."

Wu Shi rubbed his eyes again: "I can't sleep."

Lin Shu: "Why?"

Wu Shi stared straight at him, with a provocative tone: "Usually, I always sleep with Fenghuang."

also.

Lin Shu took out Xiao Shao's black feather cloak to wrap him up.

Buried in the fur of the feather cloak, Wu Shi seemed to squint his eyes, but then he smiled strangely: "I am the sword of the Phoenix, and I still can't sleep. You have lost your Taoist partner, but you still have the mood to urge me to sleep. Really ungrateful."

Lin Shu blew out the candle and said expressionlessly, "Because I am your father."

The tone of his words was very stiff, but the ending was hoarse, and his heart felt like a blunt knife cut through him. He just sat on the side of the bed and didn't move for a long time.

The collapse of a person is actually in an instant.

After Xiao Shao left, he seemed to have become two people.

A living as if nothing happened, empty and silent, everything is normal,

It's just that when the memory about Xiao Shao flashed back in his mind, the whole world was torn apart in an instant, bloody, and the wind was cold, blowing directly into the internal organs, but he had nowhere to escape.

After an unknown amount of time, Wu Shi tugged on his sleeve.

Lin Shu turned his head.

Wu Shi covered him with the feather cloak again, then quietly retracted into the quilt and lay down with his back to him.

After a while, I heard him say: "I didn't mean it."

Under the moonlight, Lin Shu folded the feather cloak and put it on the bedside: "It's all right."

No shame in not speaking.

Lin Shu lay down, looked at the small ball curled up on the edge of the bed, sighed softly, finally leaned over there, stretched out his hand to gently embrace the little thing.

Wu Shi's body stiffened for a long time before he relaxed.

Lin Shu didn't fall asleep, or maybe she didn't want to sleep subconsciously.

In the middle of the night when I was awake, a distant and strange sound suddenly sounded in the distance, like waves beating my eardrums.

He opened his eyes and looked out the window, feeling the ground under him tremble slightly, fleeting.

Ashamed also opened his eyes.

He looked at Lin Shu and said two words: "Spring flood."

Lin Shu: "Then?"

Wu Shi grinned, and there seemed to be a dim light in his blood-red eyes: "On the way you came, you crossed the Yangtze River. Isn't it raining heavily?"

Spring flood, heavy rain.

Chun Hong.

Flooding.

Wu Shi rubbed his eyes and seemed to want to fall asleep again, but he still said to him: "The embankment has collapsed, it's too late."

Lin Shu frowned: "Why do you know?"

Wu Xiang said indifferently: "1000 years ago, I was buried in Jiangnan."

Lin Shu: "How to solve it?"

Wu Shi seemed to smile, and said, "What are you doing to me?"

Lin Shu looked at the innocent side face.

He was very small, about six or seven years old.

But Lin Shu has finally discovered that Wugui is not like Yingying, he is an ignorant and ignorant child.

The ancient monster soldiers were tempered by the blood shed by the people of the fourteen prefectures in the world. They were buried in mass graves for many years. I don’t know how much blood they have seen and how many lives they have killed. The worldview is indeed different from ordinary people.

Silent all night.

He was right.

Floods in the Yangtze River are unprecedented in a thousand years, affecting six prefectures, hundreds of thousands of people are trapped, and Bingzhou is also unstable.

In the capital, Xiao Lingyang and Xiao Xuan panicked.

Xiao Lingyang is a duck who has been chased to the shelf, and it is not timid to do the routine operation of amnesty for the world to reduce and exempt taxes. It is difficult for him to do disaster relief properly.

And even though Xie Zishe had extraordinary strategic talents, he couldn't bear the deficit of the national treasury.

After so many years of militarism, the South Xia is not rich, and the North Xia is also stretched. Now that the two are merged, the poverty is even worse.

Continuous rain began to patter down.

The rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River is in April and May every year, but now it has just entered March, and the spring rain seems to have no time to stop.

Without sufficient protection, the grain in the warehouse will all be moldy and spoiled under the influence of moisture.As for the tens of thousands of people and hundreds of thousands of livestock that were directly drowned along the river, the corpses could not be disposed of, and the plague came immediately.

To make matters worse, nothing more.

Jiangnan is in danger.

The peach blossoms on the mountain were all blown away overnight by the rain and wind, and the ground was withered and red, covering the mountain road.

The waves were still rough, and the boats could not cross. Prime Minister You and his party, who were in charge of helping the victims, could not cross to the other side. It took a long time to go upstream and cross the cliff iron trestle bridge.

The two younger brothers in the capital remembered that he was in the south of the Yangtze River, so they sent a letter to him, asking him to join Tu Longwei sent by the capital to take over the disaster situation on the south bank.

Then he went out of Bingzhou again with no shame, and went to the four coastal states.

Someone in Tu Longwei still recognized him, saluted and said: "Young Master Lin."

Lin Shu met them and went to the banks of the Yangtze River.

Having ascended the highest mountain here, he looked down.

The rainstorm has not stopped, and the fertile water towns in the past have all turned into swamps.Whether it was pavilions, terraces or pavilions, or tile-roofed cottages in the village, they were all washed away by the flood.

The corpses lay horizontally in the mud, or floated on the water, as far as the eye could see, the lives were devastated, and the mourning was everywhere.

During this night, at least [-] people were killed or injured.Jiang Nan was also seriously injured, and he didn't know when he would be able to recover.After the merger of the Northern and Southern Xias, the Qingping atmosphere that appeared just now has disappeared all of a sudden.

Behind the picture, Longwei communicated with each other, and compiled the disaster situation of various prefectures and counties into a book.

Standing in the wind with an umbrella, Lin Shu suddenly heard someone from Tu Longwei who was speaking, saying: "Man can stop people from killing people, but heaven cannot stop people from killing people."

They fell silent.

The wind suddenly picked up.

A broken plank was floating on the river, washed down by the water, and a shirtless man was holding on to the broken plank, struggling to get to the shore.

There are tens of thousands of people like him in this land, struggling like ants to survive, some get it, some don't.

Man-made disasters can be pacified, natural disasters can be prevented, and God's will is like a knife, just like this moment.

In silence, Lin Shu thought suddenly.

Xiao Shao died.

What he has done has made the whole world gradually get better.

But overnight, like a dream bubble, the situation got worse again.

The common people seek survival, the court seeks governance, and the cultivators seek longevity. No one is not struggling.

However, the world is ruthless after all.

People live for a lifetime, the grass and trees fall, the world is impermanent, the struggle of the people in this world, it is true that they try their best, but they have little effect.

Birth is accidental, but death is inevitable. After all, new life is short, and all things will eventually die.

He suddenly remembered a sentence.

Heaven has permanence, it does not exist for Yao...not perish for Jie.

His memory suddenly became clear, and he remembered that the title page of "Long Lovesickness" that had been blurred in his memory for many years was exactly such a passage.

Heaven has permanence, it does not exist for Yao, it does not perish for Jie, unless you understand this way, you cannot understand the forgetfulness of the Supreme Being.

Then he thought of the "depression and ecstasy" he realized that day when all thoughts were lost.

This is the end of the moves of "Long Lovesickness", what will be after the ecstasy?

Realize that the world is impermanent, all things will eventually disappear, the seven emotions will be sold out, and then there will be complete silence and emptiness?

——Is this the so-called "too much forgetfulness"?

In a trance for a moment, it seems to have a clear understanding.

At Tulongwei, the general situation has been understood, and the rest is to work with the officers and soldiers from various prefectures and counties to save people.

However, it seems to be a dead end, people can be saved, but they cannot survive.

People without houses need food, shelter, clothing, and medical treatment.

Where can I get the money and food I need?

Lin Shu walked among the refugees.

In hunger, countless people stretched out their skinny hands towards him.

In the streets and alleys, the crying of children came first, then women, and finally, men also sobbed.

Wisps of black and red air escaped from them.

This is resentment, Lin Shu is very familiar with it.

For thousands of years, the people's grievances have accumulated like this, and they have become more and more serious.

He watched these grievances dissipate, but found that most of them rushed in one direction.

No shame.

His voice was a little cold again: "What are you doing?"

No shame: "Can't you eat it?"

Lin Shu: "You eat it?"

The tip of Wuxi's red tongue licked his lips, and the blood in his eyes became a little thicker: "I feed on it, if you want to blame it, blame Ou Yezi."

Ou Yezi had passed away long ago, so Lin Shu naturally couldn't pursue it.

He said, "Not in the future."

Unashamedly lacking in interest: "Oh."

"We will report all kinds of affairs to the court. Mr. Lin, it's getting late, so go back." The leader of Tu Longwei said to Lin Shu.

Lin Shu watched them run around like headless chickens all day because of the ambiguous orders of the court—if Xiao Shao was still there, the situation might be different.

If Xiao Shao is still here...

He was suddenly in a daze.

Tu Longwei said: "My lord?"

"Nothing." Lin Shu replied.

After a while, he said again: "You... come with me."

Tu Longwei didn't know why, but he still followed him.

Lin Shu remembered that the steward of Phoenix Villa in this city was in a cloth village.

The villa claims to be a descendant of Phoenix, and likes to live in high places, so Zhuangzi has not suffered much damage.

The steward said, "Young Master Lin."

Then he saw the stains on Lin Shuyin's clothes as he was walking on the street in the rain: "Do you want to change, sir? There are many clothes in the Zhuangzi according to your size."

——Although I didn't come here for this reason, it seems that it should be replaced.

Xiao Shao likes him to wear white clothes. The lighter the material, the better, and the more ethereal the shape, the better. When the breeze blows, it will move like clouds in the sky.

Such clothes are not suitable for the current situation, and no matter how white and fairy-like he is dressed, no one will like to see him.

Lin Shu didn't choose that one again, and casually took a smoky blue robe, a very simple style.

"Speaking of a gentleman, he is as gentle as jade." The steward smiled and held up a simple mahogany hairpin: "Mr. Lin is much gentler when he puts on the green clothes, and he is a bit more human."

Lin Shu also changed.

After that, let's talk about business.

Lin Shu's reason for coming is very simple.

The official treasury has no money, no cloth, no medicinal materials.

Phoenix Villa has it.

Being so rich is not in vain.

He asked the villa to open a warehouse and work with the government to rescue the victims.

The steward was hesitant at first, but he fully agreed after seeing the Phoenix Order.

The fireworks were lit, and all the businesses of the villa were opened in the storehouses to provide relief to the victims.

Tu Longwei said: "Thank you, Mr. Gao Yi!"

Lin Shu didn't speak.

He looked at the struggling people at the foot of the mountain.

Maybe he felt compassion, maybe he didn't.

I only know that if Xiao Shao is here, he will do this.

Since the day when Xiao Shao was wiped out, this body is no longer his. Sometimes, he has to live for Xiao Shao.

After all, he can't forget his love.

He cannot be silent.

All he wanted was a night with a full moon, and the lights in the tents were red.

Among the pavilions, towers and pavilions, between silk and bamboo orchestras, I turned my head and saw Ling Fengxiao, dressed in a bright red dress with peonies sprinkled on it, turning out of the splendor of the peaceful and prosperous age, and smiled slightly.

He stayed away from the crowd all his life, loved peace, wore white clothes, and used an ancient sword.Insipid and boring, the prosperity and glamor of what you see and think in your life seems to be here.

However, the man has passed away, and his trace is hard to find. If we meet in Huangquan in the future, I can tell him about the peaceful and prosperous life on the ground. Thinking about that scene, it seems to be enough to comfort the loneliness of my life.

Just as he was thinking, Tulongwei over there took another order from the capital. Because he didn't know enough about the local situation, he contradicted the previous order, which made the leader very confused.

Seeing that his head was as big as a bucket and he was scratching his head in a dilemma, Lin Shu couldn't help smiling.

The arrangement of various matters is actually not too difficult.

He has seen a lot of Xiao Shao's response when he is in danger. On the other hand, he feels that he is well-organized.

The Phoenix Token in his hand glowed with vermilion.

Anyone who sees this decree will be treated like the owner of the villa in Fenghuang Mountain Villa, and be treated like the emperor in person by the people of the dynasty.

pat.

He put the token on the table, tapped it with his fingertips, and turned it towards the leader of Tulongwei.

Slightly lowering his eyes, looking at the phoenix pattern on the token, he said softly: "Tulong listens to the order."