Fengguixu

"A Ling is still alive?" Sanmai was shocked.

"Alive, live well! She looks exactly the same as when I was a child, I recognized her at a glance!" Aunt Lan's voice was excited, her eyes became gentle, and was soon replaced by loneliness, "She doesn't recognize me, All I know is that I'm an old ghost woman who manufactures and sells drugs."

"Why, you didn't recognize her?" Samadhi wondered.

"How do we know each other?" Gu Lan smiled bitterly, "She is now Qiu Chaosheng's adopted daughter. Do you believe in Qiu Chaosheng, who raised her and taught her martial arts, or trust me, an old woman who met by chance?"

Samadhi glared: "Of course I believe you, is there a mother in the world who has the heart to deceive her own daughter?"

"Brother, you monk Hua, who is a monk halfway, how can you understand the world's feelings?" Lan Gu sighed, "A Ling is now obeying Qiu Chaosheng's words, and there is a lot of respect and admiration for him in words, and according to my observations these days, That bastard surnamed Qiu didn't know whether it was his conscience or something, but he treated Ah Ling really well, he never had a shortage of food and clothing, and from time to time he pretended to ask for his health."

"Hmph, they are well-known and upright, and they love to talk about benevolence and morality to buy people's hearts, and only they know how many nasty things they have done in private!" Sanmai was not angry, "If Qiu Chaosheng is a gentleman, how did he get the mandarin duck case? You, have been obsessed by ghosts, and help the evildoers!"

"If I don't recommend the Mandarin Duck Gu, how can I stay with Ah Ling?" Lan Gu glanced at him and said coldly, "Besides, I don't know what they want the Mandarin Duck Gu for, so how can it be called helping the evil? Like medicine, it is an innocent utensil in itself, it depends on how the person who uses it uses it. According to what you said, the person who makes the poison is working for the tiger, and all the medicine sellers in the world should be killed. They should all be closed!"

"Sophistry!" Sanmai sternly said, "You knew Qiu Chaosheng was not a good thing, so you shouldn't have raised Gu for him, killing so many innocent lives in vain! You...you are ignorant of your conscience in order to please Ah Ling, you are so stupid!"

Yu Wenlan listened to his reprimand, stiffened her neck, it was rare that she did not refute, she was silent for a while, and then said: "I have been separated from her for twelve years, I thought that Yin and Yang would be separated forever, and there was no hope, so I never thought that she was still alive! This is her Fortunately for her, and also for me, once we see each other, I will give her whatever she wants."

"You give her whatever she wants. She wants to slaughter everyone in the world. Are you going to cast poisonous feathers into every well in the world? Amitabha, Lan'er, Lan'er, what are parents? , and order them to rein in their horses, they are worthy of the word "parents!"

"Oh, you don't feel back pain when you stand and talk."

"What do you mean by that? The monk is also Ah Ling's uncle..."

"You have shaved off your hair and become a monk, and escaped into Buddhism. What kind of brothers and sisters, uncles and nephews in the secular world have anything to do with you?"

Hearing the words of the two became fierce again, and it seemed that another quarrel was about to break out, Shen Xu couldn't help interjecting: "The beloved daughter that Senior Lan said is Miss Baihebai?"

Lan Gu's eyes lit up, and she looked straight at her: "Why, do you know her?"

Shen Xu opened his mouth, not knowing how to speak, after thinking for a long time, he first raised his hand and opened the acupoints of the two seniors.

"Miss Bai's current situation is probably not optimistic."

Thinking that Lan Gu's actions were all out of a loving mother's heart, he told in detail how Qiu Chaosheng drained Bai He's internal energy last night in order to get out of trouble and suppress the violent qi in his body.

After hearing this, Lan Gu was furious, shouted coquettishly, smashed the stone table in front of her into powder with one palm, and gritted her teeth: "Okay you, Qiu Chaosheng!"

After drinking it, he jumped up suddenly, performed lightness kung fu, and left in the dust.

"Lan'er!" Sanmai shot a little late, before he could stop him, he glared at Shen Xu angrily, "Why did you tell her this!"

"She is Miss Bai's biological mother, she has the right to know." Shen Xu said flatly.

Sanmai has a splitting headache: "My girl is very impulsive, I'm afraid she'll go find a bird named Qiu without saying a word!"

"Master, worry too much." Shen Xu said, "Lingmei was able to refrain from directly recognizing her daughter before, but she also took the next best thing and chose to accompany her to take care of her slowly. Obviously, she is not a brainless and willful person. Master, let me relax. Heart."

Listening to what he said, Sanmai seemed to have some reason, and stood there for a long time in a daze, then raised his eyes to look at the mess in the courtyard, and his bald head hurt even more.

"It's all the monk's fault, it's the monk's fault." He muttered to and fro.

Shen Xu comforted: "Everything in the world has its own reasons, Master, don't blame yourself too much."

Samadhi stared at him for a while, walked over and lifted the basket leaning against the wall, and handed it to him: "Here are the herbs I picked from the mountains overnight, and you fry them according to the prescription. Three times a day, give it to your friend."

"Thank you, Master." Shen Xu took the pannier.

Sanmai waved his hands, sighed, and went back to the house touching his bald head.

For more than a month, the small house was peaceful and peaceful.

Midsummer is here, the days are getting longer and the heat is unbearable.

Samadhi's whereabouts are erratic, he will go out for a long time every three days, and he will fall asleep when he comes back. There is no difference if he is in the house or not.

Shen Xu is indifferent by nature. Apart from practicing swords and decocting medicines and serving Yu Jinhuan, he tends the newly planted flowers and plants in the courtyard. He occasionally goes to the market to buy some firewood, rice, oil and salt. The rest of the time he is happy and carefree.

And he was unshakable every day, practicing sword in the morning, and Yu Jinhuan was also unshakable. At some point, he would move a wicker chair and lie down in the yard, holding a volume of short stories in his hand. , I haven't read a book in a month.When the sun turned hot and Shen Xu was sweating from practicing swords and went back to his room to take a shower, he yawned lazily, went to the bed to catch up on sleep, slept until the sun was up, got up barefoot, and had lunch according to his mood , Then play cats and dogs, play the piano and play chess, and you can spend a day without any wonder.

In the past, Venerable Feng didn't even dare to think about it, he would let go of so many important things and let go of his time here.

What's even more weird is that he thinks this waste-like life is not bad?

The premise is that Shen Xu can be normal.

For several days, Shen Xu was not normal.

One can see that he is holding on to the sword of no deception all day long, brooding over it, and looking depressed. One can tell that this idiot's swordsmanship has reached the bottleneck, unable to break through, and he is extremely anxious. Even the sword dance in the past two days has been like a dog gnawed.

On this day, Yu Jinhuan waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the expected lunch, so he condescended to stay at the hotel to search for someone. After searching for a long time, he finally found Shen Ruins in the corner of the wall.

Pulling apart the flowers, a certain person was squatting on the ground with a disheveled face, holding a branch in one hand, and sketching on the mud.

The paintings are full of ghostly symbols that no one can understand except himself.

"I'm hungry." Yu Jinhuan kicked him, tactfully.

Shen Xu poked and moved, and hummed.

He said yes in his mouth, but he said in his behavior, don't bother me.

Yu Jinhuan had no choice but to go on like this, and the days would not be over.He lifted up the hem of his clothes, squatted down, stretched out his hand, and with a flick of his thumb, wiped the dust off Shen Xu's face, teasingly said: "Did you roll in the mud like rhubarb? It's so dirty."

Rhubarb is a dog raised by the aunt next door.

Shen Xu looked up in confusion, "Is it dirty?"

As he spoke, he wiped his face carelessly.

Yu Jinhuan grabbed his hand and spread out his dirty palm: "Don't rub it indiscriminately, your dirty hands wipe your face, the more you wipe it, the more sloppy you are, you little sloppy."

This voice is mixed with a smile, and besides being gentle, it will make people feel pampered at first glance.

Shen Xu was a little dull due to his immersion in martial arts, blinked his eyes slowly, and finally realized that Yu Jinhuan had always been obsessed with cleanliness, so holding his dirty hands like this might feel uncomfortable.

Shen Xu didn't want to be rejected, just about to break free, his hands tightened, and he was pulled up completely.

Yu Jinhuan led him and walked slowly forward.

"Where are you going?" Shen Xu followed in a daze.

"Bath." Yu Jinhuan said.

Shen Xu: "Oh."

Yu Jinhuan was very dissatisfied with his perfunctory attitude, cleared his throat, turned around and said, "Clean yourself up, and then come to my room, I have something to do..."

He turned around too quickly, Shen Xu's mind was full of complicated sword moves, and he didn't pay attention for a while, when he bumped into his hard chest, the root of his nose suddenly felt sore.

Yu Jinhuan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled helplessly, and tapped him on the forehead with his fingers: "What have you been thinking all day? You've lost your mind."

Shen Xu pretended nothing happened, shook his head, rubbed his nose and said in a muffled voice, "Go to your room, what are you doing?"

Yu Jinhuan said: "I want to make a copy, so you come and help me grind the ink."

Shen Xu pursed his mouth and thought, don't you have hands?

After thinking about it, I thought again, for a delicate young man like Yu Jinhuan, if he wants to splash ink when he is in the mood, there must be a special book boy by his side to serve him. He may have never touched ink himself since he was a child.

That's all, just study ink when you study ink.

After taking a bath, with his wet hair still wet, he casually tied a loose bun and pushed the door open.

Incense was burning in the room, faintly, faintly, like mint leaves mixed in the incense, it smelled vaguely like ice and snow, driving away the scorching heat from the whole body.

Yu Jinhuan was wearing a thin layer of silk underwear with a slightly open neckline. She stood behind the desk with her hands behind her back, and the desk was covered with thin and smooth Chengxintang paper.

Since he settled here to heal his wounds, in just over a month, the shabby little room vacated by Samadhi has changed greatly. There are daily utensils that can only be seen by the eyes. The best carved golden nanmu, as for other things invisible to the eyes, it is more luxurious and refined, to the extent that people can think of the words "extremely extravagant".

"Desire for extravagance" waved at Shen Xu: "Come here."

Shen Xu came over in response to the sound, and stood beside him without looking sideways.

On the table, the water and the inkstone were ready, Yu Jinhuan held the pen with his right hand, and made a gesture of invitation with his left.

Shen Xu rolled up his sleeves, picked up the purple-black ink ingot, poured water into the inkstone, and slowly ground it.

"Do you know this ink?" Yu Jinhuan dipped a brush in the ink, a drop of ink fell on the paper, and a black flower bloomed out.

Shen Xu glanced at it, and said: "It's light when picked, cleared by grinding, sweet when smelled, firm as jade, silent when ground, and a little bit like lacquer, it is the new ink of Huizhou lampblack."

Yu Jinhuan raised his eyebrows: "You know what to do."

Shen Xu lowered his eyes: "I used to study ink for Master."

"With experience, why is this ink so poorly ground?" Yu Jin threw his brush in joy.

Shen Xu: "?"

Shen Xu lowered his head to look at the bright as new ink, then took another look at the black ink on the paper, raised his head, and there was written in his left eye: Are you criticizing?The right eye reads: I think you are a bit vexatious.

"It's not that I deliberately made things difficult for you." Yu Jinhuan took out a jade bone fan, and shook it like a dog, "Calligraphy is like swordsmanship, and they all form sects. One way of calligraphy, the original pen, is formed in ink, don't be small." Look at the matter of grinding ink. You hold the ink ingot in your hand, and the ink ingot touches the inkstone. If the force is too light and the speed is too slow, it will take time and the ink will float; if the force is too heavy and the speed is too fast, the ink will be thick and foamy. There is also no light. In order to keep the weight and order, and not to be fast or slow, you should hold the ink vertically, do not grind obliquely, avoid pushing straight, and have no distracting thoughts in your mind, do you understand?"

Shen Xu had always been modest, and when he heard what he said, he thought about it, poured out the old ink in the inkstone, straightened his posture, and added water to grind it again.

Going back and forth like this dozens of times, each time after grinding, Yu Jinhuan dipped ink on the paper, tried it to know whether it was good or bad, after the trial, Shen Xu would do it again.

After grinding, his wrist was sore and he could barely lift his arm. He no longer paid attention to the size and speed of the road, and only drew circles mechanically.

I don't know how long it took to draw...

"It's done." Yu Jinhuan said suddenly.

"Huh?" He raised his head in a daze, his eyes were empty, "What happened?"

Suddenly, the tip of his nose felt cold, and he was shocked.

It was Yu Jinhuan who tapped a little on his nose with a wolf hair dipped in ink.

"Don't make trouble." Shen Xu raised his hand to wipe it.

Yu Jinhuan blocked it, with malicious intentions: "What are you rubbing? This ink is a high-quality medicinal ink. It contains rhinoceros horn, borneol, musk, gamboge and other precious medicinal materials, which can beautify the skin."

Shen Xu suspected that he was lying.

But no proof.

"Really." Yu Jin laughed without any sincerity.

Shen Xu: I believe you have ghosts.

After finishing ink, Yu Jinhuan began to write posts, and Shen Xu folded his arms to watch, waiting to see what shocking work the dude surnamed Yu could write.

It was originally a small thought of watching him make a fool of himself.

However, with just two eyes, he silently lowered his arms.

Yu Jinhuan stared at her eyes and kept her face in the air, with her wrists hanging in the air. At the beginning, her pen was like a dragon and a snake. It was vigorous and vigorous, and her law was rigorous. What she came to was the regular script "Huang Ting Jing". The posture, inadvertently turned into the running script "Quick Snow and Sunny Post", halfway through the post, the brushwork changed abruptly, vigorous and unrestrained, swishing the falling paper like a golden snake dancing wildly, like summer clouds coming out of Xiu, and Shen Ruins' eyebrows Lin, recognized this as the "self-talk post" by Zhang Xu, the sage of grass.

However, in just one stick of incense, he had already changed several brushwork techniques, and later, his strokes became longer and longer, swaying vertically and horizontally, breaking his breath but connecting his thoughts, hiding his strength in his bones when he shortened his time, ready to go, and his strokes are dangerous and smooth , gushing out, the silver hook and iron strokes faintly blend with the swordsmanship.

Shen Xu had been with Feng Wuji since he was a child, and he knew a little about calligraphy. He quickly understood it, and became dizzy.

"The clouds want to stop, the wind doesn't stop.

The phoenix trees are in ruins, and the phoenix is ​​hard to live in.

Cun Xin can't say enough, and wish the east wind with wine.

Lifting the sword and swinging the rivers and lakes, who will fight for the front? "

The last stroke of the word "Feng" is as straight as a sword piercing through the air, and the wind is swift, and Shen Ruins' soul is swayed, as if ascending to the void, and the chaotic Lingtai suddenly clears the clouds and sees the fog, and the blue is like washing.

"Snapped!"

Yu Jinhuan stopped writing abruptly and asked, "Where's the sword?"

Shen Xu closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were clear: "There is no sword in this world."

Yu Jinhuan nodded, and asked again: "Where is the sword?"

Shen Xu pursed his lips: "It's everywhere."