Weiyou Jiayu

Jing Zhi's eyes lit up: "What? I just think it's just an old legend, so there really are mountain ghosts in the world?"

I don't know what kind of knowledge they are talking about, but I can only hear it in a cloud, and I took the lead, and said with a smile: "Sister... Senior, these two young masters have suffered from heatstroke, I wonder if you can reward them with a cup of tea Drink? How about I tell you a hundred stories?"

The woman got up and took the teapot, poured two cups of tea, and handed them to Ye Luo respectively, saying: "No need, I have finished reading your story. Please, please."

Jing Zhi thanked him, drank it all in one gulp, and praised: "The entrance is clear, it's really good tea, thank you senior for seeing me."

Siyou clings to the teacup with three fingers, his expression uncertain, but he meets the clear eyes of the girl in green dress, and finally drinks it.

The woman smiled slightly, turned to me and said, "How is your mistress?"

I widened my eyes.

For his grandma, there was the Marquis of Jingguo who never forgot about my master before, and then there was a beautiful woman who claimed to live three hundred years old and coveted my master's wife?

Who did the two of my master provoke, and they are always missed by others?Whether the two of them can stay together smoothly for the rest of their lives seems really hard to come by.

The thoughts in my mind were turning happily, and the woman's face showed a look of hatred for iron and steel, and spat: "Bastard boy, where did you think? Decades ago, when I traveled around the world, I took in an apprentice named Mu Fei Qing, do you know this name?"

I suddenly realized and patted my thigh: "Why didn't I know, Mu Feiqing is my master's master, he is my master ancestor, my master will burn incense for him every year."

Suddenly understood, opened his mouth wide and couldn't close it.Wait, my master is this beauty's apprentice?

The woman said calmly in the center of my face full of question marks: "You think right, I am your Grand Master."

This woman is naturally my grand master, and the word "Mu Feiqing" is known to very few people in this world.

I remember that my wife once mentioned him with infinite melancholy, he was a prodigal son like a bamboo, flamboyant and unrestrained, his behavior was never half serious, but his eyes often had a look of loneliness.

Although my grand master is a fairy-like beauty, this young master looked at her, but he was a little panicked, his eyes were too clear, as if everything was seen through by her.

The young master has filled his stomach with a lot of unrefined things, it's not a good feeling to be seen through by such a beauty.

Fortunately, even though I am her grand-disciple, she didn't pay much attention to me, she poured a cup of tea and handed it to Jing Zhi, and said softly: "Young man, this tea is of great benefit to you, you might as well drink more Drink some."

Jing Zhi followed the good self-cultivation from a noble family, smiled gently, and drank three cups in a row: "Thank you, senior."

I protested sadly: "Grand Master, why do you seem to care more about Jing Zhi than me."

When she heard this, her eyebrows trembled slightly, like butterflies dancing among flowers, endlessly, a thousand points of sadness flashed in her bright eyes: "This child's gentle and lonely expression is very much like an old friend of mine."

Jing Zhi raised his eyebrows, his eyes filled with confusion: "Old friend?"

Tai Shizu sighed softly, put the teapot back on the stove, and stared at the smoldering flames: "Although I can read other people's minds, I was once deceived by a person. At that time, I was in an illusion with him, and his My heart told me that he would definitely return, so I believed it, but later on, I regretted it every night because of the blue sea and blue sky."

Jing Zhi and I looked at each other, hearing her voice was as sad as hearing a flute on a snowy night, I felt sad for a moment, and had nothing to say.

Si You casually turned the teacup in his hand, and said in a low voice: "Senior has lived alone for hundreds of years, didn't you think of going to find that person's reincarnation?"

Taishizu raised his eyebrows, and there was a sad smile on his lips: "I have searched all over the world, but the man has passed away, and it is hard to find traces."

Si You smiled slightly, and beckoned Amon to go to the carriage to get his bundle. Not long after, Amon brought a brocade bundle and presented it respectfully in front of the little prince.

Si You caressed the flowing patterns on the brocade, and said leisurely: "When the younger generation was young, the family hired an excellent painter to teach painting skills. In his painting bag, there was a painting of a man in white. , whoever sees it will never forget it.”

As I wished, I saw my grand master's face turn pale, his face was full of shock, Siyou's lips were slightly curved, and when he was about to smile, he slowly unfolded the scroll.

Standing aside, I glimpsed the person in the painting, and my breath was suddenly suffocated.

When it comes to beautiful men, my young master has been used to seeing them since he was a child.

In terms of skin, the Marquis of Jingguo and Ye Xiangcheng hang around in the palace every day; in terms of elegance, my master smiles with his hands behind his back, and the lethality is not inferior to his martial arts.When he returned from Tianjing Mountain, the little prince Luo who was rescued on the way had a face carefully carved by God, and the bamboo horse Ye Gongzi became more and more elegant and refined, with the demeanor of a blue valley and a swaying youth.

But maybe only the person in the painting in front of me can deserve the testimonial of being independent and lonely like snow.

It's just a very simple white dress, but a very silent figure, which makes people feel sore and frightened for no reason, as if they have accidentally glimpsed a scenery that mortals are not worthy of peeking at.

Jing Zhi stared at the painting with astonishment on his face, and remained silent, but Si You looked at Taishizu with a strange expression, without blinking.

Her expression was in a trance, and she murmured: "Yes...it's him..." Before she could finish her sentence, tears welled up in her eyes.

The smile on Si You's lips deepened, and he continued: "The painter said that one day he was taking pictures in a certain mountain, and he happened to see a man in white floating against the wind, and disappeared without a trace in an instant. Draw the figure of this person, but from then on, he went to that mountain every day, but he never saw this person again.

But I thought, since this person had appeared here before, there must be traces to be found. At that time, I asked the painter for this painting, but he refused to give it to me. I had no choice but to come up with a bad plan. "

Grand Master took a deep breath, his wonderful eyes were like frost and snow, clear and cold at the same time, the young master couldn't help but tremble when he saw it: "So you killed him and took this painting as your own .”

Si You was slightly taken aback, probably never expecting her to be so miraculous, clapping his hands and laughing, "I've heard that the spirit power of mountain ghosts is extremely special, senior is indeed as it is in the legends, and others can see through their hearts."

Tai Shizu looked at him coldly: "Young master is deeply guarded, and he came prepared. He kept the location of the place in his heart so tightly that even I couldn't see it. It's rare." He pondered for a while, and looked at the painting with nostalgia The middleman glanced at it, rolled up the scroll carefully, and said lightly: "What's the matter, just say it!"

Siyou smiled and said: "In the near future, I might ask senior for help with something. If you can do it, I will tell senior the name of that mountain."

This young master rubbed his head and looked at them talking in bewilderment. This little prince, I have become more and more incomprehensible recently.

After drinking another cup of tea, Grand Master said to drive away the guests: "You still have to hurry to the southern border, let's start early."

I smiled apologetically: "Grand Master, do you want me to mention you to my wife?"

She shook her head: "Your wife doesn't even know she has a master, so why mention it?" She waved to us with a dejected look on her face, turned into the tea shop, and didn't come out again.

I worked hard to help the two young masters, and turned the carriage around. Old Zhao was already impatient, and was overjoyed when he saw this. He flicked his whip, and the horse neighed and started to move forward.

That night, I arrived in a small, noisy town and found an inn to rest.

This young master is going to war under the orders of the emperor, so he must act in a low-key manner, not in the previous ostentatious style, and thinking that the two young masters are still sick, he only ordered a few light dishes for dinner.

Siyou picked up a green vegetable without oil and salt, and sighed sincerely: "At this moment, when I think of the first time I met Jiayu in the restaurant, it seems like a lifetime away."

I am proud: "Now I am frugal and simple, compared to the time when I was squandering, have I improved a lot?"

The little prince said quietly: "Exactly."

Jing Zhi hesitated to speak, and ate a bowl full of rice in peace with the pickles, and asked my young master to see him, his brows were brimming with joy, and he repeatedly praised him for being good.

After eating, the bright moon is already rising in the east.

Jing Zhi pulled my sleeve quietly in the shadow of the oil lamp, I understood immediately, found an excuse to follow him out, found a secluded place, and said in a deep voice: "Jing Zhi, what do you want to say?"

He looked at me worriedly: "Jiayu, you only order these two dishes tonight, do you not have enough money with you? I have them here, you can use them."

As he spoke, he took out a small embroidered purse from his pocket, and when he opened it, there were several stacks of banknotes inside.

The young master's eyes suddenly opened into fried balls.

My goodness, Jing Zhi casually pocketed it, at least 1 taels of snowflake silver, who said Ye Xiang was clean?

Young master, I thought I could finally grasp Ye Xiang's old-fashioned handle, and I couldn't stand up happily. If it wasn't for Jing Zhi being my good brother, Ye Xiang, you might not be able to sit comfortably with your old and foolish appearance.

Jing Zhi didn't know what I was thinking, his eyes were bright, and he stared at me like glass beads: "Don't worry, my father doesn't know about the money, it was all given to me by the old lady before departure, and she said don't be wronged on the way, Eat and drink well."

After being reminded by him, I suddenly realized that the Ye family was already the richest man in Suzhou before Ye Xiang passed the Tanhualang exam, and the joy that filled me with grabbing Ye Xiang's handle suddenly disappeared.