Sword of Coming

Even Zeng Ye, a young man who was not very familiar with the world of people, had seen in the past few days in the Ma family's mansion that from the head of the Ma family to the woman, they had nothing to do with their daughter Ma Duyi, who had left her long ago. In the words of affection, he carefully asked this and that, asked about Ma Duyi's origin as a disciple, asked about Ma Duyi's cultivation level, and made insinuations to ask whether the young worshiper had any Taoist companions... In short, about Ma Duyi's transformation from a monk on Songfeng Island to a young man. The monks from the island, the couple also had a few questions and asked a few questions, but it was like a kind of social interaction at the wine table or officialdom. Some things need to be said in a formal way. Questions and answers are actually not important, otherwise If you eat, your appearance will look ugly, that's all.

The estrangement between father and daughter and mother and daughter may be due to the fact that Ma Duyi has been away from home for too many years and her practice on Songfeng Island did not go well, which disappointed her old master. She was only a monk in the fifth realm until her death. She was never able to leave Shujian Lake and return home to visit relatives, so the distance between the two parties Too far away, maybe the parents feel that there is a huge gap in status between them and their daughter, maybe it’s because the descendants of the family are prosperous, and the children under Cheng Huan’s knees will naturally be more popular with their elders than the daughters who are “married far away”... There can be thousands of reasons. , but there is only one fact.

At this moment, any words spoken by outsiders will only be a knife in the heart, and every word hurts.

So during a horse stop, Chen Pingan used his eyes to hint to Zeng Ye, telling this simple young man who couldn't help but want to say a few words of comfort not to say anything.

Chen Ping'an did not put away the fox-skin beauty talisman where Ma Duyi stayed, and let her ride a horse to relax and follow them to the next place.

After two days, Zeng Ye's eyes began to change, but his appearance and voice were no different. However, a person's eyes are where the spiritual appearance of the face gathers, and it can easily affect other people's perception of the entire face.

Ma Duyi finally no longer lost his mind, probably because he found Zeng Ye's current situation more interesting.

It was the ghost of a Qingxia Island handyman who began to possess Zeng Ye. It was still different from the usual "inviting gods to come over" and "opening doors and bowing to spirits" that Shan Zeyexiu was good at.

As for the real secret, Ma Duyi certainly couldn't tell.

Near a rural village.

I saw an old woman with a stooped figure. Her clothes were plain and clean, and even though they were slightly mended, she still didn't look dilapidated.

She was returning from pounding clothes by the stream, holding a big bamboo basket and walking unsteadily.

This is not easy for an elderly country woman.

Life is full of hardships, and it is extremely difficult to live a poor life without too many complaints. It is extremely difficult for a poor person to live like a rich person, but it is even harder to live a comfortable life.

"Zeng Ye" turned over and dismounted, staggered forward, ran to the old woman's side, fell to his knees, and just kowtowed, making a thumping sound.

The old woman looked confused and quickly put down the bamboo basket. She didn't care whether the clothes she had just washed would be stained with the mud on the ground. She squatted down with some difficulty and wanted to help the strange boy up. Neither Chen Pingan nor Ma Duyi could understand. Xiangyin asked anxiously: "What is this? What is this? It can't be done, it can't be done..."

That night.

In the old woman's house, there is an extra beauty with fox skin and paper talismans, but there is actually a man living inside. On the table is a pile of fairy money left by a departed person, with enough spiritual energy to last him twenty years.

It is still possible to give the old woman her last life and try to let her live as long as possible.

After the guest left, the old woman and her "grandson" who had been away from home for many years held each other's hands and sat facing each other and cried.

On the country road, the three riders were still leaving.

Zeng Ye was still a little shaken and had to breathe slowly.

The three riders returned slowly.

Ma Duyi suddenly said: "The old woman is a good person, but when I learned the truth, I still shouldn't have talked to you like that. Life for life is right, but it has nothing to do with you."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "I think it should be said this way, this is the right thing to say."

Ma Duyi suddenly snorted coldly and said with a face full of annoyance: "Look, an old country woman is more nostalgic than my cruel parents!"

Chen Pingan turned around and said with a smile: "Are you so angry? Why don't you go back to Zhoucheng and I'll help you get that fairy money back? Then I'll scold your parents for you? As per the old rules, you decide the words and I'll speak. .”

Ma Duyi, who was riding leisurely on horseback, barked at the accountant, "Don't even think about it! He is indeed a lard-stricken accountant. He just wants to earn a little bit."

Chen Pingan laughed.

Ma Duyi suddenly laughed and said: "Do you know why my parents gave me this name? Because before I was born, the midwife said that he must be a fat son. But after I was born, she guarded the door. As soon as my father heard that she was a daughter, he was immediately dumbfounded, stamped his feet in anger, and left. But in the end he came back angrily. My mother often said to me back then, your father, when he saw me for the first time, he was so pink. He was carved and carved, not like the ordinary ugly children at all. He was very good-looking, and my father immediately became happy. By the way, do you know why it is called "Duyi"? I have a question for you, Mr. Chen Da !”

Chen Pingan smiled and shook his head.

Ma Duyi shook his head like the old master from the private school who was extremely bored when he was young, and said: "With high talent, supplemented by diligent study, and the coordination of mind and hand, it is a great way to be alone!"

Chen Ping'an asked: "Isn't it 'unique in the world'?"

Ma Duyi laughed heartily, "Okay, Master Chen, can you pull out the fox's tail for me?!"

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "Okay, okay, you are the only one who is smart."

Ma Duyi turned his head and asked softly: "Mr. Chen, why are you doing this to us?"

Chen Pingan let go of the horse's reins, held the back of his head with both hands, and murmured, "Yes, why?"

Ma Duyi looked at that thin face longingly. It had nothing to do with the love between a man and a woman, but he looked a little sad. For a moment, he even suppressed the sadness lingering in his heart.

The cotton-padded gentleman took back his hand and clapped his hands, "We have the answer!"

Ma Duyi looked curious.

Mr. Accountant, who had a sword on his waist, rarely smiled so brightly at this moment, "Yi Zai! It's just Yi Zai!"

Ma Duyi laughed, but said, "What a bullshit answer."

Chen Ping'an put his hands on his sleeves and said, "If you complain again, I'll be careful to put you away."

Ma Duyi was not afraid at all and didn't take it seriously, "Where is the next place?"

Chen Ping'an smiled, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, murmuring softly, "They are all in the human world anyway."

Ma Duyi suddenly said loudly: "Yes!"

Chen Ping'an smiled and echoed: "Good."

The horse's hooves are far away from the countryside where the cocks and dogs are barking.

The last and biggest snowfall of the year came unexpectedly.

It’s a windy and snowy night.

Already far away from the village.

Ma Duyi is that yin creature, not afraid of the heavy snow at all, and his leisurely mood, reciting famous poems, saying that the heavy snow is like flying gulls, looking forward to seeing the flat ditch, the village is deep and the wind cracks the face...

Chen Pingan was riding on horseback and looked around many times, trying to find a shelter from the wind and snow. He couldn't help complaining with a trembling voice: "Where is the Feng Huanmian? It's obvious that I'm going to freeze to death..."

Ma Duyi smiled and asked: "Master Chen, is it still appropriate now?"

Chen Ping'an ignored her. He changed from sitting on the horse to standing on the horse, looking around as far as he could. After a while, he finally found some faint lights somewhere in the distance.

Chen Pingan frowned.

The journey of Sanqi was a retracement of the original route. Chen Ping'an kept in mind the scenes he had seen along the way. It should not have been so bright.

Just when Chen Ping'an was planning to continue on his way through the cold wind and snow, avoiding the faint lights.

But I found that the little light seemed to be slowly drifting away. If nothing unexpected happened, the light and the three riders would eventually converge in front of the road.

Chen Pingan felt at ease instead. In this kind of weather, someone could target him, and they were so far away, and they could still wait for the opportunity. They were probably not robbers and bandits, but if they were really wild cultivators in the mountains and swamps, or monsters and ghosts, that would be fine. Save your worries.

The world is huge, and sometimes, it may not be easy to survive, but it is easiest to seek death.

Ma Duyi was a little worried. She finally noticed something strange in the distance and asked softly: "Mr. Chen, should we take a detour?"

Chen Pingan said calmly: "No need."

Ma Duyi was stunned for a moment.

It was only at this moment, after leaving Shujian Lake, that Ma Duyi probably got used to the accountant who was the most talkative. Only then did Ma Duyi remember that in fact, this Mr. Chen, as long as he felt that it was not easy to talk, he would be harder to talk to than anyone else. !

We meet on a narrow road.

A group of more than thirty people on horseback slowly stopped, their bows and swords were covered with heavy snow, and they were extremely capable.

About half of the cavalry were holding torches, and the leading ones were not wearing standard armor. They were surrounded by a young man with a face as beautiful as a jade. The wind and snow covered his eyes. The young man wearing a snow-white fox fur was squinting at the three men. Qi, who pursed his thin scarlet lips, is a handsome nobleman.

There are three personal guards on both sides of this person who stopped their horses. On the left hand side, there is a burly and strong man holding a long spear with a sharp blade, shining brightly under the light of the torch in the hands of the cavalry behind him.

There is also a thin monkey man with arms folded across his chest. He has neither a bow nor a sword, but there are several bloody and frozen heads hanging on both sides of the saddle.

On the right side, there is only one person, about forty years old, with a dull expression, carrying a long sword with a pine grain sheath on his back. The hilt is shaped like a Ganoderma lucidum. The man often covers his mouth and coughs.

The young man seems to be closest to the middle-aged man on his right. He is sitting high on the horseback, but his body will be slightly tilted towards this man.

After the middle-aged swordsman coughed, he glanced at the three knights who were more than fifty steps away, and said softly: "Your Highness, as I said before, it is indeed two people and one ghost. The female ghost is wearing a fox fur and is extremely charming. It may be a fox-skin beauty talisman made exclusively and secretly by the Xu family in Qingfeng City."

The middle-aged swordsman stretched out his hand as if to catch some snowflakes. Unexpectedly, an exquisite and delicate figure as tall as a finger suddenly appeared on the palm of his hand. It was all white and had a pair of feather wings on its back. It blended into the wind and snow. At such a close distance, the little girl It's not easy for guys to notice. Presumably this is the so-called Immortal Scout. Its function is similar to that of a divine man who can see mountains and rivers, except that one relies on magic and the other relies on living creatures.

"Thank you for your hard work." The man smiled at the little guy in his palm, and took out an exquisite small blue and white porcelain jar from his sleeve. The charm flew in, and the man slowly took the jar back into his sleeve.

The young man who was respectfully called "Your Highness" by the swordsman raised his eyebrows, his eyes were hot, his body tilted further, and he smiled and said: "Mr. Zeng, I have heard about the Xu family in Qingfeng City, but my mother is reluctant to leave the capital for me to become a vassal." , it has been delayed for eight years. I stay in the capital mansion all year round. In order to avoid suspicion and save some pen and ink money for the admonishment officials at Yushitai, I have never had the opportunity to come into contact with the immortal master on the mountain. This fox-skin beauty talisman paper, What is it and what is so wonderful about it? Mr. Zeng, who is very knowledgeable and has traveled half a continent, can tell me about it?"

When the young man spoke, the middle-aged swordsman, probably because of the wind and snow, his body could not withstand the torment. He had already taken out a porcelain bottle, poured out two emerald green pills, the size of soybeans, raised his hand and patted it into his mouth. , and then his face turned a little rosy. After taking the medicine, the middle-aged man still had a smile on his face, and said: "The Xu family sits on a fox hill that has been haunted by old foxes for thousands of years. We form an alliance with the Xu family and give away several coins every year." The fox skins that have grown for a hundred to three hundred years are used to make talisman paper, which is sold all over the Aquarius continent and is popular in most of the continent. Most of those earthly immortal mansions that do not worry about the immortal money have several fox-skin beauties as maids and maids. After landing on the ground, the beauty of the talisman paper is no different from a living person. The talisman paper can also be filled with ghosts and ghosts. The female ghost in front should be like this. If you are a fairy family on the mountain who has a good relationship with the Xu family in Qingfeng City, buy a fox skin talisman Before making the paper, you can also send a portrait of the girl you like, and Xu will have someone specially engrave the skin according to the picture. Several old priests are all skilled painters at this art, and they have never let buyers down."

The young man suddenly realized and looked at the "woman" who stopped his horse in the distance, his eyes became more and more salivating.

Although he did not leave the capital to join the feudal clan in accordance with the ancestral system for so many years, his stay in the capital was not in vain. His biggest hobby was to leave the prison that had twice been the "Qianlong Mansion" in history and disguise himself as a down-and-out scholar who failed in the imperial examination. , or the foreign knights who travel to the capital, have already tasted the taste of all kinds of beautiful women, especially the family women of the admonishing officials in the Yushitai, and the slightly beautiful women and girls have all been deceived by him. Heart, so he could even read through the impeachment papers that flew like snowflakes onto the desk of the imperial study room at will. There was no way, the seemingly strict and terrifying imperial family would still pamper Yao'er, not to mention the skills of his mother-in-law. , it is not simple. The father was manipulated to be submissive, and the family of three reunited in private. The king of a country, even if the queen teased him in front of his mother, he did not feel ashamed, but laughed endlessly. So he really didn't care about those tricks that were used to pass the boring time. He felt that if he didn't give those old bastards a few scoldings, he would be ashamed of himself.

But after such a comfortable life for too long, I always felt that something was missing.