The third uncle always wants to elope

It has been a month since the Yunyou Mountain incident, the Xianchong Sect has been rebuilt, and the Cultivation of Immortals held another enthronement ceremony, with Wu Renlin continuing to be the head of the sect.

After he ascended the throne, it was the day of the Xianchong Sect's memorial ceremony for Wu Tomqing, and there were many visitors who came to express their condolences. Those despicable things before him were even passed down as good stories, and his life was written into the historical records of those sects. Among them, only the Xianchong sect was too quiet. Although they still received mourners, they were presided over by the second disciple of the sect leader. Wu Renlin didn't even show his face, and there was a strange dead silence in the sect. , everyone was dressed in white, sackcloth and filial piety, but no funeral was held.

Wu Tomato sent away another group of diners who came to express their condolences. He sat tiredly on the Taishi chair, rubbing the acupoints with headache.

As if he had sensed the sound of twin swords, he untied the two swords on his waist, held them in his hands, and wiped them carefully with a quiet mind. In his eyes, he could no longer see the usual carefree and steady It's like changing someone overnight.

This is what Wu Ren saw when he entered the door. He finally couldn't help sighing, and in a moment he coughed heavily again, and his usual majesty returned to his face.

Coughing interrupted Wu Tomato's train of thought, he raised his head and looked at Wu Renlin in a daze, and after he realized it, he hurriedly got off his chair and prepared to salute.

Wu Renlin refused with a cold face, took out a stack of letter paper from his sleeve and threw it at Wu Tomyu's face.

"Good job you did!"

Wu Tomato knelt down and picked up the letter papers, only to find that it was a letter of complaint about him. It said that he sneaked down the mountain a few years ago, went to restaurants and kilns, and so on. Didn’t his master always treat these trivial things? Do you turn a blind eye?Why bring it up today...

Wu Tomaoyu thought to himself, he didn't understand what his master meant.

Wu Renlin still stared at him coldly, remained silent for a moment, finally snorted coldly, and said with a snort: "You have repeatedly violated the precepts, and I thought you would realize your mistakes one day, but unexpectedly, you have gone too far. I have no intention of repenting at all, and my Xianchong sect can't keep your big Buddha, so go down the mountain tomorrow, lest I look at it and get angry!"

Wu Tomaoyu was terrified, but when he saw Wu Renlin's awkward expression, he finally understood. He knelt down towards Wu Renlin, kowtowed three times, and fell on the ground after kowtowing, He didn't get up for a long time, and after waiting for a long time, Wu Tomato said in a muffled voice: "Thank you, Master, for your kindness."

After the words fell, Wu Tomaoyu raised his head, the red eye circles and a few suspicious water stains on the ground made Wu Renlin's eyes flash a little complicated, but in the end he just snorted coldly, turned away and didn't leave To see him.

Wu Tomato stood up, looked at Wu Renlin's back with some hesitation, and finally there was a flash of determination in his eyes.

"Then Master, I'm leaving."

Wu Renlin turned his back the whole time, and didn't respond to him, but when Wu Tomayulin went out, he said something inexplicably irrelevant.

"The frontier area, deserted villages..."

He wanted to say something, but when he turned around, he saw Wu Tomaoyu's face full of joy, and he couldn't lose face for a moment, and stared at him with beard blowing.

"Get out of here!"

Wu Tomato saluted from a distance, and said loudly: "Thank you, Master! I will come back to see you later!"

Wu Renlin didn't say yes or no, he just watched his figure walking away step by step with a cold face.

"Duplicity..." A woman walked in from the door. She was wearing a peach-colored shirt, no hair accessories on her head, and only a light makeup on her face. Although she was a little old, she had a good temperament. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as graceful and graceful.

Embarrassment flashed quickly in Wu Renlin's eyes, and he said unnaturally, "Why did you get up, didn't you catch a cold a few days ago, and your body is still not well?"

Feng Yingying smiled lightly and said nothing, her life has been too ups and downs, the passion in the early years has long since disappeared, and now only a broken body remains.

Wu Renlin couldn't see her like this the most. He still remembered the first time she saw her, the little girl laughed so hard that she couldn't see her teeth, and laughed at his embarrassment just getting up from the river, but she didn't know where to steal it from in the next second. A man's shirt and a bowl of hot ginger soup came.

Speaking of which, this duplicity was learned from her.

But now, Wu Renlin hasn't seen Feng Yingying's smiling face at that time for a long time. Even the smiling face that appeared inadvertently, there is a gap in his eyes. from.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Feng Yingying knew that she had said something wrong. She tossed her clothes, her indifferent appearance just now seemed to be a different person, she looked at Wu Renlin shyly, and said, "What are you thinking? Am I What did you say wrong?"

Wu Renlin is not used to her appearance, every time they meet, they either face each other coldly, or treat her like a stranger, how can she be so gentle now.

Wu Renlin felt awkward for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he found that Feng Yingying's head was almost lowered to the ground, and then he realized that Feng Yingying...

"No! I was just thinking about something..."

When Feng Yingying heard this, she immediately put away her aggrieved expression, stepped forward and took Wu Renlin's hand, and said in a loud voice: "That's good, I don't think you are a stingy person."

Wu Renlin looked at her pure eyes quietly, the eyes seemed to be a bit inconsistent with the lines at the corners of her eyes, but they also inadvertently had a taste of the tranquility of time.

Feng Yingying lost her memory...

The river of Wangchuan cut off her previous thoughts, now her world has no Huai Shuangshu, no Feng Yingying, only Wu Renlin is alone, but Wu Renlin can't be happy at all. Avoiding her unintentionally, struggling to tell her the truth, but when he saw Feng Yingying's smiling face, he felt a little bit reluctant again. He hesitated for three months, and now he finally made up his mind and was going to tell her She is the truth.

"Brother Yunzhou... what are you thinking?"

Surprised by this title, Wu Ren turned his eyes away, and said: "What did you call me..."

Feng Yingying smiled happily, and said, "Brother Yunzhou, didn't I always call you something?"

Seeing her smiling face like a flower, Wu Renlin finally let go of the entanglement in his heart, no matter what happened in the past, the person who has been begging for so many years has finally come to his side, so why bother with these twists and turns.

He had a rare smile, and a trace of warmth on his serious face. He held Feng Yingying's hand back, and led her to the backyard.

He walked a little fast, but he didn't see the complex flash in Feng Yingying's eyes that lowered her face after being held back by him.

...

100 years later

It has been exactly ten years since Yunyou Mountain closed its doors. Most of the disciples of the Xianchong Sect have been dismissed, leaving only a few inner disciples, who are still unwilling to leave. Wu Renlin closed the door ten years ago. As a result, Yunyou Mountain has also been set up by him as a barrier, and no one can come in on weekdays. Time has passed, and the sun and the moon have changed. The Xianchong sect with constant visitors and disciples of cultivating immortals has finally become a thing of the past...

...

"Why are you here again today?"

Po Meng sighed, looking helplessly at the pair of books leaning on the bridge.

He was dressed in a clean white shirt, and the tear mole under the shadow was charming and desolate.

"How many are here today?"

Po Meng stirred the thick soup in the pot and thought for a while, "The one that passed just now happens to be the hundredth one."

Huai Shuangshu patted the dust under his body, straightened his clothes, and stood up again.

"But going back?"

Po Meng stopped what she was doing and looked at him suspiciously.

Huai Shuangshu shook his head, standing on the bridge as if he was waiting for someone.

"Don't wait, today's 100 people are over, let's come in the next life." Meng Po persuaded behind him.

Huai Shuangshu hooked the corners of her lips, with determination in her eyes, and said with a faint smile, "There is one more."

After finishing speaking, the black-and-white ghost guard escorted a person not far away. The person looked ordinary, ugly to say the least, the only outstanding thing was his pair of dark eyes.

...and the bright red cinnabar mole between the eyebrows.

As soon as the ghost reached the bridge of Wangchuan, he saw a scholar with a jade-like face smiling at him with a smile on his face. For a moment, two suspicious blushes appeared on his dark face. He hesitated for a moment, but still had the courage to ask. A sentence.

"Dare to ask, my lord, why you keep staring at my face and smiling."

There was no embarrassment on Huai Shuangshu's face, and his eyes seemed to be filled with fine wine, with ripples of emotion and overflowing.

Hearing this, he slightly raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes were slightly closed, and most of the soul of this little ghost was lost.

"I see you look good."

The little ghost thought he was mocking his appearance, and his shy face just now was filled with anger, but he saw those bottomless eyes from the corner of his eye, and the words on his lips stopped again.

Because he saw...sincerity in those eyes.

The little ghost was suddenly a little dazed, and after thinking for a while, he finally asked, "Master, you are mocking me. I was born so ugly that even I don't know what looks good about me."

"...Eye."

The little ghost rubbed his eyes suspiciously, and said strangely: "But no one has ever said that I have good eyes."

Huai Shuangshu smiled but didn't answer, seeing that he didn't speak, the little ghost didn't say anything, drank the bowl of soup in Granny Meng's hand, and stepped on the bridge of Naihe.

Seeing that the little ghost disappeared, Huai Shuangshu also turned around and walked in the same direction as when he came and went.

Seeing that Huai Shuangshu was about to leave, Po Meng sighed, "What? Are you going to reincarnate again?"

Huai Shuangshu nodded slowly.

Granny Meng only sighed slightly, and asked, "Which life is this?"

"...the eighth."

Meng Po: "Then you still have to wait for him for one hundred and nine lives, but it's enough for you to wait..."

Huai Shuangshu smiled, "It's a blessing for me to have something to look forward to."

Granny Meng didn't understand what was going on in his mind, and sighed: "But in this life, he was short-lived. He was drowned to save a child. He was guilty of crimes and paid his life debt. Therefore, the whole life is full of suffering and no peace. You and If you can't help him by his side, why bother to ask for trouble."

Po Meng waited for a long time but did not hear Huai Shuangshu's answer. Seeing that he was about to walk out of Po Meng's sight, he stopped and said something quietly.

"...This is my punishment too."

...

300 years later

In a small town by the river, a bluestone arch bridge is erected on the river bank. Fishermen paddle their boats among the lotus leaves. Occasionally, an egret passes by in mid-air and skims over the water. The calm water ripples a few times. of ripple.

Two girls with braided horns were playing and fighting on the street. Their laughter penetrated the entire sky, and it sounded very clear and loud.

A woman in commoner clothes laughed and cursed in front of the courtyard: "It's time to eat! Two wild girls!"

The two maids turned around and made faces at the woman, then threw themselves on the father who had just returned home. The man's hands were covered with thick calluses. He smiled happily and pinched the faces of the two maids, saying: "You guys! You'll be mad at your mother in one day!"

The woman who heard this said smiled lightly, even if she was wearing plain clothes, it couldn't hide her beauty.

The man turned his head, eyes full of affection, and smiled at the woman at the door: "Yan'er, let's have dinner."

The girl's soft arguments came from the room, followed by a burst of cheerful chatting and laughing, infecting every passerby passing by the courtyard.

Huai Shuangshu stood on the blue eaves, the smile on the corner of his mouth was mixed with the warm spring sun, but there was endless loneliness in his eyes.

A white figure flickered in front of the girl lying by the window, she pointed to the sky excitedly, and said loudly: "There is a fairy!"

When the woman and the fisherman heard what she said, they also went to the window to look, but they didn't see anyone. The woman grabbed the girl by the ear and cursed: "Crazy girl, you know how to talk nonsense in a day!"

The little girl rubbed her pinched red ears, and said aggrievedly: "I really saw it! Did you see it too, Hua Chen?"

The other little girl just lay on the window sill blankly, not responding to her words.

...

400 years later

A man who looked like a scholar was waiting anxiously outside the door, and the cry of a woman could be heard from inside the door from time to time.

"Why hasn't it healed after giving birth for so long! Why don't you give birth!"

The scholar slammed on the door in a panic and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

A silver light suddenly flashed through the door, but it was so fleeting that no one saw it.

It didn't take long for the child in the stomach to finally get out of the stomach, and a loud cry broke the early morning that had just dawned.

The midwife happily carried the baby out and handed it to the scholar, "Congratulations, you are a son!"

The scholar took it and teased the baby's wrinkled face, then entered the room and handed it to the woman on the bed, "Look, our son really looks like you."

The woman on the bed hadn't put on makeup, and there was still sweat on her forehead. The scholar wiped her temples distressedly, "Thank you for your hard work."

The woman shook her head, looked at the baby in the swaddle, her face was full of kindness, "Have you decided on a name?"

The scholar smiled, and hurriedly said, "I've thought about it a long time ago. My first name is Huai'anxi, and my nickname is Chaomu?"

"...it is good."

Huai Shuangshu answered in a low voice outside the door, then stopped looking at the harmonious and beautiful picture in the room, walked out of the yard alone, and soon disappeared.

"not good!"

The woman on the bed glared at the scholar coquettishly, and said: "Didn't it be agreed a long time ago? Why has it changed now? Let's just call him the old name. His first name is Sijun, and his nickname is Ping An."

The scholar finally remembered, and hastily patted himself on the head, "Oh! Look at my memory, yes, yes, it's better to be called this name!"

The woman lowered her head and teased the child's face. When she saw those eyes, the smile on her face slowly disappeared again.

"Husband... this child's eyes..."

"..."

On the eve of the Great War that year, the ghost messenger who guarded the Wangchuan River received news. When the young man jumped off the Wangchuan River, he was rescued by an old man. The young man's eyes were scratched by those evil spirits. So the soul flew away.

Huai Shuangshu asked, "Do you know what that old man looks like?"

The little ghost guard was holding the wine jar, a little tipsy from drinking, and shook his head.

"...I don't know, I just vaguely heard the young man calling the old man grandpa."

...

500 years later

Huai Shuangshu saw a pair of paired winged birds in the forest. One had golden-red feathers, while the other was pitch-black. They were looking for food in the forest. After a while, they folded their wings and flew away.

When he was about to fly out of Huai Shuangshu's line of sight, two long calls suddenly came to mind in the air. The voice sounded a bit strange, but it was not unpleasant, as if he was whispering something, but Huai Shuangshu couldn't understand it. , just smiled, and walked slowly into the depths of the forest.

...

700 years later

On the Naihe Bridge, the ugly little ghost met the handsome scholar again, the scholar still had a very good-looking face, and smiled at him so that all sentient beings could be turned upside down.

...

900 years later

Although the little ghost in this life was not born ugly, he was lame. He was thrown by his parents in the wild forest outside the city when he was born. Those who have children in the family are a burden, while those who have no children despise him for his incomplete limbs. , but he also had a hard fortune telling, and was picked up by a homeless man when he was a baby, and after the homeless man died, he took over the broken job and begged all the way, which made him live to the age of weak crown.

Today is the day of the general's great joy. Red lanterns hung all over the street, gongs and drums roared to the sky, and red makeup was everywhere. The general was sitting on a horse.

"I heard that today the general will reward meals at the back door, and homeless people or poor people can ask for a bowl of food."

"Really? Then let's join in the fun!"

"There are such good things..."

"..."

Hearing this, the kid licked the corner of his mouth excitedly. He was lame. No one wanted him as a long-term worker, but he despised his useless legs as a servant. If you lose your face, you might as well just wander all the way and hang your life.

It had been two full days since the last meal, and the kid was so hungry that he was dizzy. Hearing these words, he wished he could grow a pair of wings on his back and fly to the general's back door.

"The general is very happy today. It's a rare good thing! You come one by one, don't crowd, everyone who sees will have a share!"

The butler was standing on a high place with a spoon, and the roar of a lion could not resist the surging crowd. Everyone rushed towards the food with all their might, and the steamed stuffed bun was knocked to the ground, and it was robbed in no time. .

The little ghost also grabbed two big steamed buns. He patted the dust and was about to put them in his mouth when he heard a faint cry. He looked in the direction of the cry strangely and found that it was a thin child.

The rushing crowd didn't see him, and the sound of heavy footsteps rang in his ears. He was so frightened that he hugged his head and wept softly, squatting there bewildered.

The little ghost sighed, put the steamed buns into his arms, quickly ran over there to pick up the child, and limped towards the corner. Seeing the child crying pitifully, he hesitated for a moment, then took out the child from his arms. He picked up a steamed bun and handed it to him.

As soon as the child saw the steamed buns, his tears stopped instantly, he laughed through his tears, wiped his nose, looked at the kid with a happy smile, and said sweetly, "Thank you brother."

The little ghost touched the top of the child's hair, and was about to take out steamed buns to solve the problem of food and clothing, but he didn't want a few homeless men to walk towards him with fierce eyes. He was startled, pushed the child hastily, and shouted in a low voice : "Run!"

The child was also taken aback, put the unfinished half of the steamed bun into his arms, and ran to the depths of the alley.

Seeing the child running away, those homeless men hurriedly tried to catch up, but were stopped by the little ghost, and the only steamed bun left was also robbed. He had no strength after starving for a few days, so he had to lie passively on the ground and let those people punch him. Hit and kick.

"He's going to die again..."

The bride who was supposed to be in the room now took off her hijab and stood on the eaves facing the alley. The heavy bridal makeup couldn't hide the heroic spirit between his brows, and his romantic peach eyes were even more beautiful than those March spring flowers. To flood the three points.

Huai Shuangshu stared at the kid with deep eyes and slowly stopped struggling, his pupils slowly began to slacken, until his hands and feet twitched suddenly, and he couldn't raise his breath in one breath.

"Is this kid the guard from back then?"

'Bride' turned his eyes away, he didn't look at the entrance of the alley, and he didn't look at the face with double books anymore, for these two people, he couldn't tell who he should feel sorry for.

Huai Shuangshu nodded slowly, his face was cold, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

"How many are left now?"

Huai Shuangshu pursed the corners of his lips, and said in a low voice, "...there are 81 children."

"That's coming!"

The 'Bride' also sighed, "You... and my brother, take care of each other!"

Huai Shuangshu smiled warmly, "I hope, but you plan to follow him every life like this?"

The 'Bride' helped her forehead helplessly, and sighed: "I can't help it, every time this person sees me, he is so fascinated by my charms that I can't help it. to him."

Hearing his shameless words, Huai Shuangshu flashed a smile in his eyes, stopped talking to him, jumped down from the eaves, walked to the entrance of the alley, and picked up the homeless man who was flipping through the pockets of the little ghost's clothes. Kicked it away, and then flew away holding the kid's body.

The 'Bride' watched the figure carrying the double books gradually disappear, then turned around and was about to walk into the room, but saw a pair of dark eyes looking at her gloomyly not far away.

The 'Bride' was so frightened that she took two steps in three steps and hurried to the groom.

The bridegroom snorted coldly, turned his back, and left in the direction he came and went.

After finally catching up, seeing that the bridegroom's eyes were still full of anger, the 'bride' secretly said something bad, and immediately coaxed: "I was just joking, don't take it to heart."

"..."

"Okay, I was wrong, okay! Don't be angry..."

"..."

"Don't go too far! I tell you..."

Before the 'bride' finished speaking, the groom's officer turned his back and walked away expressionlessly, unwilling to listen to him anymore.

"Tonight...I...I will make you feel good..."

"Come on! Mr. Xiang!"

The 'bride' was so angry that she wanted to stomp her feet, but in the end she chased after the groom. Although the words were soft, they had a bit of gnashing of teeth.

"...it is good."

The corner of the bridegroom's mouth with a cold face finally couldn't hold back a smile, and the stern face became softer.

Looking at the smile on his face, the 'Bride' inexplicably felt some pain in her old waist...

...

The little ghost has seen the scholar at the head of the Naihe Bridge for countless times, sometimes they would say a few words, sometimes they would not say a word, but every time he got on the Naihe Bridge, the scholar would smile at him, Although it is not very good to describe a man, the kid can only think of the four words "smile like a flower".

Seeing that Granny Meng was about to hand the soup in front of the little ghost, a trace of hesitation flashed in the little ghost's eyes. He didn't take the soup bowl, turned around and ran towards the scholar.

"That...Young Master..." The little ghost scratched his head, looking at his rain-like pupils with his double books, he panicked and didn't know where to go.

"what happened?"

Huai Shuangshu was more stable than him, and the gentle smile instantly gave the kid motivation. He raised his head and looked at his face with bright eyes.

"Why does my heart beat faster and my face turn red every time I see you son..."

"..."

"Did you give me some ecstasy soup?"

"Push!"

Granny Meng, who was standing next to her watching the fun, couldn't help laughing, even smiling with double books.

"You really are a fool!" Po Meng shook her head with a helpless expression.

Huai Shuangshu looked at the kid's face eager to learn, and put away the smile in the corner of his eyes. It was like a different person if he didn't smile, the warm breath was absorbed into his eyes, and he looked a bit permeable.

"I'll tell you the answer when I see you next time."

Immediately, the little ghost was full of joy, and took the soup bowl in Granny Meng's hand with three jumps, drank it all in one gulp, and happily stepped on the Naihe Bridge.

Seeing that Huai Shuangshu was about to get up and leave, Po Meng said meaningfully, "But is this the last life?"

"Ah."

Huai Shuangshu responded lightly, with mixed feelings for a while, but most of them were uneasy.

"Then you are at the end of the day...if..."

Po Meng hesitated to speak, Huai Shuangshu naturally understood what she said.

Huai Shuangshu said calmly as usual: "After this life, if he lives, I will live, and if he dies, I will go with him."

"You..."

Po Meng sighed earnestly and didn't say anything else.

"Two silly boys..."

A smile flickered across Granny Meng's eyes, and seeing the figure with double books in her arms disappeared before her eyes, she took out a piece of kraft paper from her sleeve, which recorded the place and identity of the imp's reincarnation in every life, densely written all over the paper .

The last line of words on the paper was slowly revealed until it was clearly printed on the paper, which meant that the little ghost had already been incarnated.

Po Meng glanced at the last line of the paper, shook her head and smiled, and threw it into the Wangchuan River beside her, continuing to stir the soup in her hand.

On the yellow paper that was slowly wet by the water of the Wangchuan River, five characters were neatly written on the last line.

Pingyang City, Sanqing.

"..."

Huai Shuangshu looked at some unfamiliar and familiar places in front of him. The dilapidated town has now taken on a new look. The small buildings with blue bricks and white tiles are neatly built on both sides of the stone road. Lively and simple, groups of children discuss homework in class or play games in free time on the road, isolated from the world but closely integrated with the world.

"Steamed buns just out of the cage! Fragrant and soft steamed buns, brother! Come on, one penny!" The steamed bun vendor shouted enthusiastically to Huai Shuangshu.

Huai Shuangshu came back to his senses, and just as he was about to take out the money bag from his pocket to pay, the peddler's voice sounded again.

"Hey! Why are you like this, you just left without paying!"

Holding steamed buns in both hands, the ragged boy turned around slowly, his cheeks were puffed up, his face was innocent, he pointed to Huai Shuangshu standing not far away, and said loudly: "Didn't you see that person?" Are you paying for me?"

Looking back, he saw Huai Shuangshu was looking at him in disbelief, his brows and eyes were full of shock, this was the first time he had seen him.

"...I didn't find candy, can you still be my wife?"

The boy's eyes were full of regret, and he put the remaining half of the steamed bun in Huai Shuangshu's hands.

The peddler looked at the two with a puzzled expression, and asked strangely, "Do you know each other?"

As soon as the words were finished, a bulging money bag was thrown into the peddler's arms, and then the goblin-like boy passed by the peddler's eyes like a gust of wind, and the boy in his arms disappeared without a trace.

'Snapped! 'The purse fell to the ground.

The peddler stared dumbfounded at the place where the two had stood, and finally came to his senses after a stick of incense.

"To hell with the day!"

For a moment, the entire street echoed with the hoarse cries of the peddler, but the two people who were the center of the storm could no longer hear them.

(End) ^-^