Fox Song Xingshu

Lai lay down in this room to rest, he wanted to go out, but Xue Zhong refused to let him.

"If you go out to hurt people and attract the attention of Xuanniao Club, you will implicate me, you know?" Xue Zhong asked.

Qu Xingshu didn't care at first, and still wanted to escape, but remembering that Xue Zhong had gone to far away places to buy eggs for himself these days, unwilling to avenge his kindness, he was entangled until he finally decided to stay, anyway, Xue Zhong didn't seem like a bad person.

He had nowhere else to go.

After a few days, Qu Xingshu searched through all the books in the house, they were all difficult and obscure ancient books, he knew almost all the characters in the books, but he couldn't understand them together.

On this day, he was finally so bored that he couldn't bear it, so he ran to peek at what Xue Zhong was doing next door out of curiosity.

The room next door is simply furnished, with a table, a pile of books, a bed, and a few pots of orchids on the window sill.

Qu Xingshu's footsteps were light. He was barefoot and could not make any sound when he stepped on the wooden board. He quietly walked behind Xue Zhong. He became interested and wanted to poke the Taoist priest's arm hard to scare him. Jump.

Putting his two index fingers and two middle fingers together, Qu Xingshu looked excited and poked Xue Zhong's arm hard. He was still writing at his desk and didn't notice the coming attack.

As soon as the poke hit, Xue Zhong threw down the brush in pain, and a piece of paper full of beautiful small characters was destroyed by a splash of ink. Seeing such a big impact, Qu Xingshu knew that he had caused trouble, and lowered his head to wait for Xue Zhong's punishment.

"You kid, you look eighteen or nineteen years old, you should know how to be stable, why are you so mischievous in front of your elders?" Xue Zhong turned around and said in a low voice.

Not only was he not annoyed, he was also a little happy that Qu Xingshu was finally able to get out of bed and walk around on his own, and he seemed to be recovering well.

Qu Xingshu was dissatisfied, and raised his head. A handsome young man's face had a special attraction, and Xue Zhong was a little carried away.

"I'm a fox demon. I've lived for more than 100 years. How old are you?" He retorted.

Xue Zhong said: "Yaozhong is ten years old, which is converted into one year of human beings, so you are only a teenager, and I am already 35 years old. It is not too much to call me uncle."

"How can there be such a conversion!" Qu Xingshu was dissatisfied.

"Before turning into a human form, animals' brains are empty, they only know how to eat and sleep, and they don't have a single thought for several years, let alone comprehend the mysteries of philosophy. However, people's thinking is active, and they are often able to perceive many truths when they are inspired by trivial things in life. One year for a person is ten years for an animal, otherwise you see, I am so upright and obsessed with poetry and books, but you are jumping up and down like a child."

Qu Xingshu pouted, he couldn't say no to Xue Zhong, but he didn't think he needed to call him uncle.

From then on, Xue Zhong wrote and read in this room, while Qu Xingshu played with bluegrass, ran around and played around, sometimes even tore off precious pages and folded them into animals.

Xue Zhong was often attracted by him, watched him play, and was not angry when the book was torn.Once when Qu Xingshu was playing with paper figurines, Xue Zhong looked at it at the desk and burst out laughing.

"Why are you making such a fuss?"

Qu Xingshu thought that he would not care about him, so he sat on the ground and said to Xue Zhong: "What can I do, I have nothing to do, and you don't talk to me."

"I have business to do." Xue Zhong explained.

"I also have business to do," Qu Xingshu picked up two paper figurines, "'You villain, kill me', 'Ah, the arrest is coming, run!'"

He entertained himself again.

Xue Zhong came over and squatted beside him, Qu Xingshu couldn't help but stop his work due to the unique majesty of an adult man.

"How about I teach you a channeling technique?" Xue Zhong said.

"What guidance..." Qu Xingshu couldn't understand.

"It's a special way of breathing. Look at my abdomen." Xue Zhong pulled up his clothes and sat down cross-legged. "Look, just breathe in and out like this..."

He demonstrated a technique of self-cultivation, which Qu Xingshu would never learn normally, but life in Furongyuan is too boring.So he watched Xue Zhong's movements, followed suit, and breathed a few times in a special way, and he really felt refreshed, and the original mild dizziness disappeared.

"How is it?" Xue Zhong asked.

"What's the use..."

"It can help you improve your cultivation and eliminate your desire for a man's essence." Xue Zhong stood up and said expressionlessly, "so that you can eat people and don't have to do evil anymore."

Listening to him, Qu Xingshu felt very miraculous, and worshiped the Taoist priest who knew everything.

Chapter 4 The Divergence Begins

When Xue Zhong went out to do errands, he was worried that Qu Xingshu would be alone at home. He was afraid that someone would come and make trouble, and he was also afraid that Qu Xingshu would escape, so he wanted to call Xue Yin, the blind man, to guard the yard.

Although Xue Yin has a fierce appearance, he has a gentle temperament. Like the older peasant women, he likes to gossip. If he hears about someone's daughter's unhappiness in marriage, he will get excited and insist on inquiring about it. Four things spread everywhere.

The Underworld is full of demons and demons, everyone grinds their teeth, sucks blood, murders and sets fire, who will have trouble with him every day?So Xue Yin often waits on the mountain road. Every day, many people go up the mountain to collect firewood, and there are also hunters who set traps and collect traps. Their mothers and wives will go up the mountain to deliver meals at noon.

Xue Yin took this opportunity to chat happily with the women.On this day, Xue Yin just learned a secret story. Shanxia Wang Blacksmith and his wife had been married for five years and had no children. Wang Blacksmith said it was his wife's problem, but Xue Yin knew a piece of evidence that Wang Blacksmith himself had a problem. Sitting on the stone beside the mountain road with hairy legs, waiting for the old women who come up the mountain to deliver food.

"Quan Lin, what are you doing here?" Master's voice came from the pine forest behind him.

Xue Yin yelled that it was not good, he knew about Blacksmith Wang last night, and he waited to have a good talk with his old friend until now, but there must be something to do when the master comes, and there is no time to talk about this interesting thing today.

"Master, I... have something to do, I'm waiting for someone." Xue Yin said.

"Being a gossip again, chatting with a group of old women all day?" Xue Zhong accused.

"This time it's a big deal," Xue Yin moved closer to the master, with the bear's paw resting on the master's shoulder, "Do you know Blacksmith Wang? His wife..."

Xue Zhong quietly listened to Master Xiong's eloquent talk about Wang Tiejiang's affairs, and Xue Yin said that the life of necessities, rice, oil, salt, and trivial matters was more interesting than Jianghu romance novels, and it was full of wit.

"So, the problem lies with Blacksmith Wang himself." Xue Zhong concluded.

Black Bear smiled contentedly.

"You go back to the Furong Courtyard." He said happily.

"Ah?" Xue Yin was dissatisfied.

"I have business to do, the child is alone in the courtyard, I'm afraid he will make a mistake." Xue Zhong explained.

"Master," Xue Yin saw him mentioning the word 'business', and remembered that Huang Quanhui had a lot of 'business' recently, "Have you ever heard of a man named Zheng Yi?"

Xue Zhong searched his memory and remembered this person.

Zheng Yi, whose name is Mingzhu, when the national teacher murdered the late emperor, a group of courtiers loyal to the late emperor stood up and resolutely resisted, among them was Zheng Yi, who were killed and buried in a random grave.The resentful old ministers of the first emperor turned into ghosts after death, unwilling to reincarnate.

"The crown prince found a young man as a sacrifice, and helped Zheng Yi regain his life. Now a banquet is being held for this man in the mountain." Xue quoted a tone of telling a ghost story.

'Shanli' refers to the Huangquanhui in the mountains, which has many buildings and houses about 600 people.

"Yes, I see." Xue Zhong said calmly, his expression unchanged.

But there was a storm in his heart, the resentful soul would be reborn, his temperament would be very violent and uncontrollable, he would definitely turn into a murderous demon king, why would the prince do such a thing.

Does he want to expel the national teacher who usurped the power and get back his own power, or does he want to destroy the country and cause more innocent people to die?

Since ancient times, those who win the hearts of the people win the world, how can they act so unscrupulously!

"Master, then I'm going to Furongyuan." Xue Yin patted him on the shoulder, stepped on the rocks with hands and feet, walked into the pine forest like a wild bear and disappeared.

If ordinary people were patted so lightly by him, they would stagger to the ground and even vomit blood, but Xue Zhong did not feel any discomfort.

Furong Courtyard is located outside a village, with a large field next to it. The courtyard is hidden behind a deep forest. Xue Yin has learned many enchantment spells from his master. Xue Zhong and him, no one can see the difference.

He jumped up proudly and ran into Furong Courtyard.

Qu Xingshu was practicing the Daoyin technique in his study, and he found that the practice in recent days had really eliminated some of the tormenting hunger in his stomach.

Yesterday Xue Zhong cooked fried vegetables and stewed fish for him, and he actually ate them, which can be eaten as dinner, usually he has to suck his soul out.

"What are you doing here?" Suddenly someone said outside the door, Qu Xingshu woke up from the practice, and saw Xue Yin, the big black bear, looking at him reproachfully.

"Ah... I'm practicing the Daoyin technique taught by the Taoist priest."

Xue Yin stood at the door and did not come in, hooked two fingers, motioned for Qu Xingshu to come over, and when he came over, he grabbed his arm.

"You are not allowed to enter this room." Xue Yin pulled him and said.

Qu Xingshu knows that Xue Yin has a kind personality and will not hurt others, but he is very timid, and he is still a little afraid of being pulled by Xue Yin.

"Master has many rules. No one else is allowed to enter the study. I was beaten when I entered last time." Xue Yin explained, pulling him back to the next room and pressing him on the bed.

"I play there every day..." Qu Xingshu blurted out.

Xue Yin was dumbfounded.

On the banks of the Sanfu River, Huangyangji.

Waist-deep reeds grew by the pier, swaying in the wind like little clouds. Several people were standing on the rocky beach by the river bank, chatting casually. When they saw Xue Zhong coming, they came over one after another.

"What is so urgent,