Chapter 29

Lingyun sat in the study, grassroots to Lingyun tea, Lingyun light said: "do your own thing."

Grassroots retreated with a sigh, and Ling Yun stopped thinking about these things. Song and his side were settled for the time being, and the rest was to deal with the affairs of Song Jiang.

The woman in red appears next to Ling Yun. She holds her chin and looks at the young people who are concentrating on reading. She doesn't know why Ling Yun is in so much trouble. How can she calm down and read.

But she also knew that Ling Yun didn't like to be disturbed when he was reading, so she watched quietly.

Ling Yun said while reading: "what's the matter?"

"Are you in a bad mood?" Asked the woman in red.

"Ask when you know it." Lingyun speechless said, he closed the book, and began to practice calligraphy, not impatient, not in a hurry, the woman in red lying on one side watching Lingyun practice calligraphy, the words are very good-looking, flowing, and sharp meaning.

"Can you be happy?" The woman in red asked, she saw all the process of things, how can a person experience such things, happy?

Ling Yun didn't speak and continued to practice calligraphy, but the woman in red was more and more interested. Ling Yun gave them the fixed God mantra, and the ghost became more and more stable, so she could come out occasionally in the daytime.

She has a very good sense of Ling Yun. She is surprisingly good.

In fact, after all, Ling Yun can find a way to kill them. Even if he wants to avenge them, he can kill them, and then go to those who framed Ling's mansion. There's no need to waste so much thought.

No matter in guilt or out of any psychology, he is actually a really kind person, willing to look at the world with the most gentle eyes.

Ling Yun stopped writing, looked at the woman in red, and said softly, "if one day you suddenly feel that Ling Wangfu is the one who has made you such a culprit, and you want to kill me, you can wait a little later."

"I want to avenge the palace, to know the real cause of my father's death, and to know where my mother is. After all these things are done, you really want to kill me. I won't fight back."

Ling Yun said softly, "many things, as long as you carefully observe, you will find countless relationships. Although you are implicated because of King Ling's house, it is wrong that King Ling's house didn't protect you after all."

"Then you live well, and I am the only one who can take your life?" The woman in red said with a smile that he was not the wife and daughter of the rich merchant, but the adopted adopted daughter. In fact, his life experience is similar to Ling Yun's.

"That's not good," said Ling Yun, putting away the calligraphy, standing up and looking out of the window. "In fact, I don't know if I can live to finish these things."

Ling Yun shook his robe. "If you have nothing to do in your spare time, help me to clean up the four treasures of culture. I want to go out."

"It's done. It's a step closer to your revenge." Ling Yun said with a smile.

As soon as he was ready to go out, there stood a cold young man with white hair in front of the door. He looked at Ling Yun, who also looked at him, "Jian Xiu? Too bad. "

White haired youth's pertinent comments.

Ling Yun frowned, white haired youth light said: "I live here for a few days."

"Unreasonable." Ling Yun mumbles a way, seem to beat.

The white haired young man's eyes were slightly stunned. Ling Yun's clothes were cut and blood penetrated. The woman in red immediately took her hand, but Ling Yun raised her hand to stop. The white haired young man looked at the woman in red. At this moment, she was like a mole ant going to the sky, small and afraid.

"Nothing."

Recently, there are a lot of people staring at him. The old man suddenly broke in, slapped him on the head, grabbed his white hair and said angrily, "how many times have I told you? Be polite! Can you come in so casually? "

The young man with white hair is very cold, but he can't see any anger. He said faintly, "teacher, let me go first, I'll come back in."

"Go, go!" The old man waved impatiently.

Ling Yun's mouth twitches slightly. It seems that such a teacher is not a good thing.

The young man with white hair knocked on the door and said indifferently, "is there anyone?"

"No!" The old man said with a smile that the young man with white hair really didn't come in. The old man patted Ling Yun on the shoulder. He seemed to have such a habit. Ling Yun was not surprised. He went to open the door.

"What are you doing? Come in." Cried the old man, and the young man with white hair came in.

Ling Yun didn't ask about their origins. The visitors were guests with wine and tea. The old man and the young man with white hair sat down. Ling Yun could not make tea. His husband could not make tea. Of course, Ling Yun couldn't either.

"How is it?" the old man asked

He asked about the mood of the people who had been saved by himself.

Ling Yun smiles and beckons for the grass roots to come over. The grass roots sit down cleverly. Ling Yun says in a soft voice, "it's OK. No one has any reason. They need to help someone without any reason. I am like this, and so are they."

"I ask for peace of mind, they ask for profit, and naturally that's what they want." Ling Yun said softly, in fact, I really feel very sad. In fact, I don't. The more I read, the more I see things and the more I think, the easier it is to see things.

The old man looked at the grassroots. The young man with white hair shook his head slightly. The old man didn't say what he wanted to say. Ling Yun didn't continue to speak either. The grassroots looked at the young man with white hair and looked at the old man again. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

Ling Yun stood up, "I'll go out for a walk."

"Go on, go on, relax." The old man waved his hand and continued to drink tea. The young man with white hair put the cup aside and closed his eyes. Sometimes his teacher talked a lot, sometimes he talked a little.

When I'm in a good mood, I have few words. When I'm in a bad mood, I have a lot of bad words. When I'm in a good mood, I have the most words. "I've received so many disciples, and few of them have good results."

"If you can let elder martial brother hear this, maybe you'll go straight from twelve to fourteen."

White haired youth said indifferently.

The old man grinned. He was proud and lonely. He thought about it and looked at the grass-roots. "The resentment in your heart is just a little bit worse. I hate him more."

Grassroots lowered his head, slowly got up, the child more silent, "he has done so much, why can't save my mother."

"Yes, he has done so much, why not save your mother." The old man sighed, and the young man frowned.

Confucianists have business merit, business lies in money; Where there is merit, there is profit.

There is also a sage in Confucianism who praised the theory of meritorious service, and then failed. In fact, some of the scholars in the world today are also wrong about meritorious service, and it's also the fault of Yasheng.

Of course, this Kyushu world, the most wrong or Guigu vertical and horizontal!

There are three religions of Buddhism, Confucianism and Taoism in the Kyushu world. There are a hundred schools of thought. There are too many people who read books, too many people who read too miscellaneous books, too many people who live too long, and too many people who want to live too long. However, the Kyushu does not exist, the world is overturned, and there is no hope for longevity.

"A lot of people have done a lot of things, he has no strength, has been disappointed, but as long as he does a little more, it will be a very good thing, but he does not want to do, is this his fault?" The old man said softly, "what's wrong with him? You are demanding too much, demanding others, why not demanding yourself? If you think he should do more, why don't you do more? "

"I can't do it." The grass roots are choking.

The young man with white hair sighed faintly. He didn't like the four words "I can't do it". The old man also sighed. Ling Yun never seemed to say that he couldn't do these three words. He was just thinking of a way.

I want to do it.

……

In the cell of Liangcheng, Ling Yun sat on the hay and calmly said to Cuihua, "I don't know if I can see my mother, so I don't like that the grass roots can't see their mother. You will stay in prison for three or five years. The grass roots can study and become an official in Zhao and Song Dynasties, but it's hard for you to enter the Confucian Academy all your life, so when it comes to reexamination, You don't need to admit anything you've done. You just need to push song he. You can threaten him with your life and lure him with money and silk. You can pour anything dirty on him. I'll go to Lord he for a favor. "

Cuihua knelt on the ground and cried, "thank you, young master. Cuihua is wrong."

"After you go out, you can leave the mansion with the grassroots. After all, my place is a place of right and wrong. It will be bad for you to stay more time. I have some friendship with some people who can let you go to other places without suffering. I will try my best to help you fight for more."

Ling Yun said softly.

Cuihua cried and asked, "I have done these things. Don't you blame me?"

"Strange, but the grassroots are not wrong. If you make a mistake, it's not a bad thing to correct it," said Ling Yunyou. "I'm most afraid to live up to people's expectations, and I'm also most afraid of guilt, and I'm also most afraid of not being understood. After you go out, don't tell the grassroots anything. I didn't save you, and I didn't help you."

"I can be cruel to a lot of people, and naturally I can connive at some people. The world is right. If I can't tolerate private feelings, how can I be regarded as the world of all people?" Ling Yun said with a smile. He got up and went to song he's cell. He made a plan and then moved. He was like a chess player, counting three steps at a time.