Looking for plums under the moon

Ling Guyue took a step forward, her tone became sharper, "What did you say?"

Master Zhu said: "Five years ago, a fire broke out at Fu's house at night. No one expected that the fire was so big that almost half of the city was burned. The Ling's house is next door to Fu's house, so naturally there is no fire." Fortunately, the people of the Ling family were on that night... Alas," Master Zhu shook his head, "What a tragedy..."

Ling Guyue's mind went blank, she opened her mouth but couldn't say anything.

Master Zhu asked: "Your voice sounds like a young man, I wonder who you are from the Ling family?"

"I... who am I?" Ling Guyue smiled with a pale face, and finally just left with her hands down.

"Alas! Alas!" Master Zhu shouted behind him, "Why did you leave?"

Ling Guyue just felt dazed, and when she stopped, she had already walked in front of the old temple.But seeing that the temple is dilapidated, the grass in front of the gate is dense, the incense burner has been cut off long ago, and the people in the temple don't know where they are going.

"Senior brother..." Xiao Chou followed him, looking at him worriedly.At this moment, he regretted taking away the bamboo hat that got in the way again, and the pitch-black veil covered Ling Guyue's face tightly, making it impossible for others to see his expression at the moment.

"Xiao Chou, do you believe in fate?" Ling Guyue looked at the ruins in front of her and asked in a low voice.

Xiao Chou looked at him puzzled, "Fate?"

"So life, old age, sickness and death, grievances and hatred are all predestined?" Ling Guyue smiled wryly, "I didn't believe it before, but now I'm a little scared..."

Xiao Chou hugged his waist, leaned his head on his chest, and comforted him: "Senior brother, don't be afraid, Xiao Chou is still here!"

Ling Guyue shook her head, gently pushed him away, and said with a sigh of relief: "Xiao Chou, let's go and find your real senior brother."

"Why?" Xiao Chou grabbed the corner of his clothes and said in shock, "Brother, don't you want me?"

"It's not that I don't want you. If you follow me again, I'm afraid you will lose your life one day..."

"No, Xiao Chou don't leave you!"

Looking at his firm eyes, Ling Guyue couldn't help being moved, touched the top of his hair and said: "Some people say that I am the lone star of Tiansha, who will kill everyone close to me. My master is gone, and my family is not here either." I don't want to see you die because of me again."

Xiao Chou shouted: "Who said that? Senior brother is so good that he is not the lone star of Tiansha! It must be that person talking nonsense!"

Ling Guyue sighed: "You met him before, what happened?"

Xiao Chou stared and said, "Is it Prince Du?"

Ling Guyue remained silent, and hung the burden on him, leaving only a sword for herself, turned around and said, "Let's go!"

But Xiao Chou didn't take the burden, hugged his arm and said stubbornly: "I will go there wherever my brother goes! Even if I die, Xiao Chou will die by my brother's side, Xiao Chou doesn't want to be a helpless little beggar again Already!"

"Maybe you will die." Ling Guyue looked at him firmly and said.

"Xiao Chou is not afraid."

"What are you doing..."

Xiao Chou wiped his eyes, "In order to protect senior brother, Xiao Chou will definitely live well."

Ling Guyue said: "But now I have nowhere to go, follow me, you still have to wander."

Xiao Chou said: "Brother, why don't you go back to Pingchuan? Isn't that also the brother's home? Could it be that Shen Luo bullied you and wouldn't let you go back?"

Ling Guyue paused, and said: "There is already a gap between the two of us, and I don't know what he's thinking... I probably won't be able to go back to Pingchuan."

Xiao Chou said: "Senior brother, why don't you go back and see what's going on? If he really wants to harm senior brother, I will definitely help senior brother!"

Ling Guyue looked at him and asked seriously: "Do you really want to follow me?"

Xiao Chou nodded firmly.

Ling Guyue sighed, "You..." patted his head and said, "Then I will protect you too."

Xiao Chou smiled, hugged his waist again and said, "Then shall we go to Pingchuan now?"

Ling Guyue said: "No hurry...I have to go to Jinling before I go back."

"What are you going to Jinling for?" Xiao Chou asked puzzled.

Ling Guyue looked up at the gray sky, "I want to see that Prince Du again."

Xiao Chou hesitated and said: "Brother, let's not go, that crazy Prince Du has a crow's mouth, who knows if he will say any more ominous words..."

Ling Guyue said: "He has said everything, is there any worse possibility?"

Xiao Chou had no choice but to nod, "Then I will go with senior brother."

The two returned to Pingnan and prepared some dry food for the road.

On Pingnan Street, Ling Guyue walked quietly in front, Xiao Chou told him many jokes, but he just nodded silently without saying a word.

Xiao Chou wanted him to talk more and stop being so negative and gloomy, so he asked, "Senior brother's master... how does he treat senior brother?"

"very good."

"If senior brother doesn't want to practice, will he hit your palm?"

"meeting."

"Then what if senior brother still doesn't want to practice?"

"Then don't practice."

Xiao Chou scratched his head, "Brother, why did you leave Pingchuan?"

Ling Guyue said lightly: "Some people say that I killed my fellow disciple."

Xiao Chou said: "If senior brother really left, wouldn't he be accused of murder and absconding? Isn't this fulfilling the intention of the real murderer, making him laugh at you behind your back?"

Ling Guyue thought of Shen Luo's gloomy appearance, would he really laugh?

Seeing that he did not speak again, Xiao Chou pointed to the front and said, "Brother, you see those people in front are so strange. The three old men and a group of people in white clothes are going to the funeral or condolences?"

Ling Guyue raised her head inadvertently, then her expression changed, and she pulled Xiao Chou into a side alley.

"Don't talk!" Ling Guyue stared out with a serious face.

Xiao Chou nodded hurriedly, stretched out his head to look, and saw that the group of people quickly walked to the street where they were before. The three old men at the head were all dressed in gold, one had a kind face, and the other had a long braided beard. , and another with a sinister smile that makes people feel creepy.The people in white clothes behind them are mostly young men, all of them are unsmiling and holding long swords, which makes people feel unfathomable.

After the group of people passed by, Ling Guyue let go of Xiao Chou's wrist, stared at the street corner where they disappeared, and sighed: "They are the three elders and white-clothed disciples of Pingchuan."

Xiao Chou asked in surprise, "Does that mean that Shen Luo is also here?"

Ling Guyue shook her head, "If he comes, the white-clothed disciple must follow him, besides...someone on the boat said that he was seriously ill recently and could not come to Pingnan...it should be the three elders who brought the elite disciples here first. "

Xiao Chou said "Oh", "It seems that Shen Luo is the only one in Pingchuan at this time..."

Ling Guyue glanced at him, and said: "Let's leave quickly, the three elders have long been dissatisfied with me, if they find out, it will be troublesome."

The two of them hurried on and reached Jinling within five days.

Jinling seems to be still the same, the singing and dancing in Yanzifang seems to never stop, and there is an endless stream of merchants coming and going.It's just that most of the willows on the banks of the moat have turned yellow, and the peach leaves at the ancient ferry are gradually falling, and the chill of late autumn is everywhere.

Ling Guyue and Xiao Chou were walking on the street, and there were people talking about one thing everywhere in the teahouse and inn——Zhao Qiushan died tragically at home a month ago, and the murderer is still a mystery.

Some people said that it was the evil spirits who took their lives, some said that the descendants of the Zhao family fought for the family property, and some said that it was Zhao Qiushan who offended some important person and thus suffered vengeance...

Listening to the horrific rumors, Xiao Chou hugged his shoulders and said, "Brother, sometimes rumors are scarier than the truth..."

Ling Guyue glanced at him thoughtfully, but didn't speak.

When I came to the gate of the Prince's Mansion, the strange thing was that the Prince's Mansion, which was dilapidated a month ago, had been repaired. The hollows on the walls were filled with wooden lattice doors and windows, and the weeds at the door were completely removed. There are also dried radishes and small pickles in the sun.

"Prince Du lives here?" Xiao Chou murmured.

Ling Guyue knocked on the door, only to hear a lazy response from inside, "Come in."

Ling Guyue pushed the door and entered, but Xiao Chou refused to go in at the door, "Brother, I'm a little scared...you go in, I'll wait for you at the door."

Ling Guyue patted his head, "Call me if you need something."

Pushing open the door and entering, the air is filled with a faint aroma of wine, the room is still dark, no one lights up, but it is obviously more popular.The beds, tables, chairs and stools are all complete, and they look much more normal than when they came last time.

But Ling Guyue looked at the bed, only the neatly folded quilts, but no figure of Prince Du, so she didn't know where he was at the moment.

"Prince Du?" Ling Guyue shouted.

"I'm here." A voice came from the corner.

Ling Guyue looked towards the place where he made his voice, and saw Prince Du sitting on the ground with his body half leaning against the wall, still in the corner where he was last time.

"You seem to know a lot of things," Ling Guyue asked straight to the point, "Who are you?"

Prince Du laughed and said, "I said that I am a god in the sky, do you believe it?"

Ling Guyue remained silent.

"You must be saying in your heart that I look like a ghost...but it's not a problem," Prince Du took out a jar of wine from his side, took a few sips, glanced at the room, pointed to a stool and said, "Sit down, anyway, I don't usually use these things."

Ling Guyue was full of doubts, and was not in a hurry to ask questions. She waited to sit down and listened to him continue: "I remember you came here once, why did you come back again?"

Ling Guyue said: "I went home and found that they were all gone."

"Oh," Prince Du nodded, "Don't worry, people will continue to die..."

Ling Guyue was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

Prince Du looked at him, seemed to appreciate his expression at the moment, and said with a smile: "Isn't there someone beside you? Soon, it will be his turn..."

Ling Guyue subconsciously thought of Xiao Chou, and said coldly, "Why do you know this?"

Prince Du stretched out his hands to look at it, and said, "God's will, we can't explain it clearly... It's not so much that I know it, it's better to say that God deliberately revealed it to me."

Ling Guyue said: "Is there no way to save it?"

Prince Du said: "It's not like..."

"Then how to avoid it?"

Prince Du stared at him and said, "You need one thing, the warm smoke jade from the Western Regions."

Ling Guyue thought: Why is it Nuanyanyu again?Then he asked: "What is the use of the Nuanyan jade?"

Prince Du sighed, "Have you ever heard of the four great medicines recorded in his medical books by the miracle doctor Fang Yuchou?"

Ling Guyue shook her head.

"The four great medicines are Huiyangmu, Tianshucao, Hongyaowang and Nuanyanyu. The first three medicines are said to be able to cure hundreds of poisons and bring people back to life. Only Nuanyanyu can't cure ordinary diseases. Detoxify..."

"Wu Poison?"

"In short, it can make a waste material become a first-class master, and it can also make a person with peerless martial arts useless overnight."

Ling Guyue wondered: "If it's martial arts, what does it have to do with a 17-year-old boy?"

"A 17-year-old boy?" Du Wangye blinked, and suddenly smiled: "You asked how to crack it before you even figured out who the person you are close to is? It's ridiculous..."

Ling Guyue's heart skipped a beat, thinking that Shen Luo was suffering from an inexplicable disease, she doubted, "Could it be... Shen Luo?"

Prince Du changed his posture, and said: "If you want to save him, you must get Nuanyan Jade, combined with any of the other three great medicines. As far as I know, Huiyangmu is hard to find, except for the screen Sichuan's Tianshucao, only Jiaochen Pavilion's Red Medicine King."

Ling Guyue said: "The Tianshucao is in Pingchuan. It's not a big problem, but the Nuanyanyu is on Lin Jue's body. This person has a lot of thoughts. He lied to me to get the Nuanyanyu for him. I didn't expect him The purpose turned out to be this... It's just that it's hard to get back what's in his hands."

Prince Du said: "If he also wants to use the Nuanyan Jade, you have to be careful. As long as you absorb the soft ink in the Nuanyan Jade and it becomes completely transparent, it will be useless." Throw one of the things in Ling Guyue.

Ling Guyue caught the thing, lifted it up and saw it was a piece of beautiful white jade, "This is..."

"There are only two pieces of warm smoke jade in the world, and this is the remaining one." Prince Du said lightly.

"This piece has been used, why is it in your place?"

Prince Du touched the wine jar, raised his head and took a sip of the strong wine, and said with a smile, "I prepared it for Qiu Chenggu."

"Qiu Chenggu, why does she need Nuanyan Jade? Could it be that she also wants to become a martial arts master?"

Prince Du said in a daze: "No, she was a master at first, but she felt that it was not enough. Later, she practiced a special kung fu technique from the Western Regions called Shifang. The forbidden technique of Shifang increased her kung fu by more than ten times. But after five years, he will have to drink two bowls of the blood of a talented young man every month. Skill is the only way to survive.”

Ling Guyue said: "The Ten Directions Forbidden Technique...is really similar to Old Man Jingshan's technique, so did she succeed in the end?"

Du Wangye stared in front of him unfocused, and said after a long time: "She succeeded, but she also died."

Ling Guyue said: "Why did she die? I remember that she obviously finished her revenge, and finally returned to the palace with Prince Du..."

Prince Du smiled bitterly and said: "That's a book, and I just mentioned at the end that the two returned to the palace, but the reality, of course, will not be so peaceful. There are grievances and grudges in the world, and love and hatred are difficult. Unless you die, you will always be in the same place." In the vortex of revenge."

"How did Qiu Chenggu die?"

Prince Du squinted at him, "Are you asking about the book? Or about the reality?"

Ling Guyue thought for a while, and said, "Reality."

"She chose a detour in order to get revenge, unless there are Nuanyan jade and other strange medicines. I traveled all over the world, and finally brought back Nuanyan jade and a piece of Huiyangmu, which cured her, but...she... chose to die."

"why?"

"Because of a man, Du Huanyin."

Ling Guyue wondered: "Du Huanyin is Du Wangye, if Qiu Chenggu died for Du Huanyin, then who are you? What is your relationship with her?"

Prince Du sighed: "I have feelings, but she has no intentions."

Seeing that he was slightly melancholy, Ling Guyue didn't interrupt him, and heard him continue: "She only liked one person in her life, and that person was Du Huanyin. But he was already dead, and Chenggu just wanted to avenge him. She was willing to practice evil skills, and after her vengeance was avenged, she went to Naihe Bridge to find that person," Prince Du laughed at himself, "I have never had anything to do with you from the beginning to the end..."

Ling Guyue stared at him and said, "Are you Jiang He?"

Prince Du said: "That's right, I am Jiang He, the unknown person who has been following her all the time. Du Huanyin is the prince. He was born noble and grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth. They had a marriage contract since they were young. It's ridiculous that I still thought Chenggu was unwilling to this marriage and wanted to elope with her... But I didn't expect that when the national crisis hit, Du Huanyin took the lead, and it was Chenggu who was by his side. So many years have passed, the previous dynasty fell, and the old man Finally turned into loess, I told people everywhere that I am the prince, I am the prince, and even wrote a book, but they were all reunited on the Naihe Bridge, and maybe they all reincarnated hand in hand...Only I am still in Du Huanyin’s house In the old mansion, I fantasized that I was Prince Du, haha..."

Seeing that he was laughing so hard that he could barely breathe, Ling Guyue asked worriedly, "Are you alright?"

Prince Du stopped laughing, took another sip of wine, "I'm fine, I can't die, you should worry about yourself first..."

Ling Guyue said: "If that person is Shen Luo...why would he need Nuanyanyu?"

Prince Du looked at him with a smile, "Why don't you ask yourself?"

Ling Guyue nodded, and was about to leave, but she heard him lazily say: "Last time you said that people have life and death, misfortunes and good fortunes, all for a reason, and the fault of other people's death is not your fault... Do you still remember?"

Ling Guyue nodded, "Not bad."

"Do you still think so?"

Ling Guyue looked at him, saw his playful face, and said: "Maybe there are things that cannot be resisted by humans, such as the disappearance of the master, such as the fire a few years ago, but I will not let anyone because of it." I die."

Prince Du smiled slightly, crossed his legs and started drinking again, without saying a word.

Ling Guyue was about to get up and leave, but she heard the voice of arguing vaguely coming from the door.

"You can't go in now!" Xiao Chou said.

Another weak voice said: "Why...why? You child is so unreasonable..."

Prince Du said leisurely: "The boy is back."

Ling Guyue opened the door suspiciously, only to see Xiao Chou blocking the door with open arms, "My senior brother is inside, wait a while before going in!"

In front of him was a thin young man, not tall, with loose skin, wearing burlap clothes, timidly said: "This is my home, why do you want to stop me?"

Hearing that voice, Ling Guyue looked up in surprise.

Coincidentally, the person on the opposite side also looked at him, the two of them were taken aback, and they said at the same time: "Young Master Zhao?"

"Crimson clothes...Young master?"

The author has something to say: I am addicted to watching the live broadcast of the game, and I don’t want to write more. . .