The world·Chang'an

When Li Chengqi came out of the White Horse Temple Buddhist Hall, it was already windy. His thin body was a little weak, his legs were a little numb after kneeling for too long, and he could barely stand still with Yuan Shun's support.

He raised his eyes to look at the sky, the blue eyes were dazzling, "Yuan Shun, look, the wind is blowing."

Yuan Shun lowered his head respectfully, "Master, you should go back quickly, it's time for Mr. Chen to send someone to remind you."

Li Chengxi coughed twice, his body that had been sick for many years seemed to be blown away by the wind.

"Master Humane has committed too many crimes. He killed his wife and children. The lady who protects the country and the eldest son have gone early. He can guard the beams, but he can't guard his wife and children. He has long been tired of the sayings of gods and Buddhas. This time he came to the White Horse Temple I also begged to come here, if I go back early, I am afraid I will be trapped and unable to get out."

"My lord, General Chen is also worried about your health."

"Cough! Cough! It's an old problem, you guys are making too much of a fuss."

Yuan Shun could only sigh helplessly, the master in front of him was sick and should have been placed in Jinling's golden silk cage for offerings, but he insisted on going out of Beijing to pray for blessings. With the departure of King Chen, Jinling might change the world.

"Cough! Cough! Yuan Shun, do you know what I'm asking for?"

Yuan Shun shook his head, "Young Master's thoughts, how can we guess."

Li Chengqi smiled at the corner of his mouth, his pale face became lifeless, he always likes to look up, there is nothing in the empty sky except the wind.

"I pray for Chang'an for the world."

"Oh, interesting!"

Hearing the sound of people suddenly, Yuan Shun vigilantly held the dagger in his sleeve, and scanned his surroundings keenly!

The voice that came into my ears was not slow or fast, this person must have been hiding around, the voice was clear and clear, but I couldn't tell from which direction it came from, if they really confronted each other, it might be difficult to escape.

Li Chengqi slightly tapped the back of Yuanshun's hand with his fingers, signaling him to be calm and calm, if this person had the intention to assassinate, he would have done it long ago.

A folding fan made of mahogany carvers was slowly spun down in front of my eyes. A few strokes were ostentatiously painted on the white fan surface. A soaring eagle jumped off the paper, a red leaf rested on the umbrella bone, and a pair of dark black satin boots Pointing on the red leaves, he was dressed in a red dress and flamboyantly flamboyant. Just before he finally landed on the ground, he kicked the folding fan out of position with a slight force with his other foot, and it spun upward several times and landed firmly hand.

The man unfolded the folding fan calmly, covered his face and smiled, half contemptuous half casually.

Li Chengqi took a step back politely, cupped his hands and said, "I don't know why the young master is laughing?"

Chang'an closed his fan with a "swipe", and knocked on the palm of his hand, "Forgive me, you have this body, and you still want Chang'an for the world. It is better to ask the Buddha... Please beg me." !"

"Disrespectful!" Yuan Shun stepped forward, but was held down by Li Chengqi at the last moment of the knife, "Yuan Shun, thank the host for me. I have bothered you a lot today, and I hope Haihan."

"Young master, this..." Yuan Shun looked at Chang'an with extreme distrust, "cough...cough! Yuan Shun, go quickly, you must not lose your etiquette."

"Yes, young master." Yuan Shun retreated respectfully.

When Yuan Shun walked away, Li Chengqi bowed and apologized, "My lord, it's okay to teach, it's too offensive."

Chang An faintly frowned, he couldn't bear this set of noble son's style, his mother used to teach him the same way, how to stand, use honorifics when speaking, and the order of serving dishes when eating, it's annoying Dead man, "I said, are you all so tired of talking? I'm tired of listening! You didn't stab me again, what kind of apology!"

"Young master's kindness and righteousness are Bo Yuntian, I admire you!"

cough!cough cough!cough cough!

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly took a breath, Li Chengxi coughed violently, and his whole back arched in pain.

I am used to seeing swords, spears, halberds and halberds dripping with blood, and for a moment I saw the person in front of me curled up like a sickly cat, coughing in pain, as if he was about to cough up his life, Chang An panicked for a moment and turned his fan Don't go into the waist, reach out to give him smooth air.

The moment Chang'an's callused hand was attached to Li Chengqi's back, Li Chengqi's back reflexively trembled, and then he coughed violently.

Chang An stood sideways to block the wind, and let him breathe.

"Many...thanks!"

Chang'an frowned and said, "If you have such a body, you still ask the Buddha for this and that. You might as well ask for a healthy body. You have to be in charge of things like Taiping Chang'an!"

Li Chengxi was taken aback, and the pale lips were stained with blood, "Young master said, but how can Li's body compare to the well-being of the world, although it is only a sustenance in his heart, he still wants to ask the Buddha for Chang'an, Wan Did you get it as soon as you asked for it?"

Chang An curled his lips, he naturally disdained gods and Buddhas, those golden lumps offered up are useless at all, but the iron lumps in his hand are safer.

"Chang'an, Chang'an! You're only thinking of asking for peace and Chang'an, why don't you come to me directly?"

Li Chengqi was taken aback for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Young master, why did you say that? Could it be that young master is the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi?"

Chang An rolled his eyes, "I don't believe in those ghosts, but..."

The ending of Chang'an draws long, the fan rests on the chin, and the eyes are narrowed to be unpredictable, "My name is Chang'an, you can ask me!"

Li Chengxi let out a "puchi" laugh, his sickly and pale face turned a little red, and he said with a smile at the corner of his eyes: "Young Master Chang'an is really funny, if you ask him to win the balance of the world, I will make a good obeisance."

"Why do you worship, worship and get married?!" Chang'an curled his lips. He was used to being mixed up in the world since he was a child. Chang'an's words were also outspoken. He was joking and torturing others. The man was not only not angry, but also had a serious and pious face. How pedantic.

"Master Chang'an is used to joking..." Before he finished speaking, he coughed again.

Chang'an frantically followed his breath, and his internal force pushed up his heart and lungs along his back. Li Chengqi didn't even realize that he was holding Chang'an's sleeve tightly from the beginning to the end. It was the first time he had beaten his mother and entrusted his family and life to others. It was only after he let go that he realized his gaffe. Chang'an's sleeves were so folded that the original dark embroidery pattern could no longer be seen.

"I was the one to be rude. My son, I'll have someone make a new set of clothes for you some other day." Li Chengqi bowed and cupped his hands, his whole body was as thin as a fallen leaf.

Chang An casually tugged at his sleeves, "It's just a fig leaf, don't remember, I'm just passing by here, a chance encounter, goodbye in a hurry, don't worry about it."

Chang'an clasped his fists to say goodbye, and walked away calmly with the usual ease of a Jiang Hu person.

"Stay back!"

When Chang'an turned his head, the strong autumn wind raised a roll of red leaves, which made his red dress extraordinarily dazzling.

"My Li Yan, the word Cheng Qi, if there is a destiny, see you in the world!"

Chang'an raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Peaches and plums don't say anything, and you will make your own way. I will remember! Take care of yourself first, and see you in Jianghu!"

Li Yan smiled and stared at the back for a long time, secretly thinking about something.

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