Chapter 147

The city Lord of Song Dynasty and Li Fulin drank the wine from the street, ate some cold soy sauce and then left.

If it wasn't for the master, Xiaodong couldn't believe that this was the famous city Lord.

Look at the style Very easygoing, very ordinary person.

In short, it is quite different from the "city Lord" in Xiaodong's imagination.

Xiaodong didn't see many great figures among the monks. But he had seen ordinary civil officials. Those high-ranking officials who went out in front of and behind, with extraordinary style, seldom even spoke. It seemed that their identities would be ruined if they spoke casually.

But master, these old friends are not the same.

Whether it was Liu Zhenren at the beginning, Hu Zhenren of Tianji mountain, or the famous city Lord of Song Dynasty, they were not arrogant and easy to speak.

When the city Lord of the Song Dynasty left, Xiaodong was worried. What should he do with his old wounds? Is there a way to cure it?

I heard from the masters that the old injury of the city Lord of Song Dynasty recurred and was very serious. Even the city master could not continue to be the city Lord. Although he didn't look ill just now, Xiaodong still thought about it.

"It's not easy to cure." Li Fulin touched his head: "it can't be cured. If they can be cured, they will be cured when they are injured. This injury has always been suppressed. It has been hidden for many years, but now it can't be suppressed. "

So, will the city Lord of song die?

Although he only met once and didn't say much, Xiaodong thinks that the city Lord of Song Dynasty is very good and should not be so short-lived.

He didn't ask, but Li Fulin understood the meaning clearly in his eyes.

The little apprentice's eyes made people feel empty.

He did not want to coax him, can only say: "life is OK temporarily."

No problem for the time being?

That is to say, after all, it is only in the morning and in the evening.

Xiaodong's small face suddenly showed a sad look.

Li Fulin thought for a moment and asked Xiaodong to sit down and bring a small dish of Pickled fruit.

"Come, eat, eat."

Xiaodong is a little depressed.

Master treats him as a child and always coaxes him with food.

He is no longer small.

But what Li Fulin said next was not to the children.

"Xiaodong, you've been a beginner for two years. Shifu is lazy on weekdays, and he's not on the mountain. He hasn't taught you much. That's why he's incompetent."

Xiaodong wants to speak, Li Fulin waves to him.

"It's a long way to build a road. Ordinary people have only a few decades to live, but those who practice Taoism can easily live through a hundred years. Short and short, this road to heaven, few people can finish. On this road, now master and elder martial brother are going forward with you. But you should understand that this road may not come to the end for all of us. Some people will leave first and others can go for a long time. No matter short, as long as you don't feel timid or regret, you won't go for nothing. "

Xiaodong doesn't understand.

Li Fulin has pity in his eyes.

The little apprentice's heart is soft and pure, but the road of cultivation is full of thorns. The softer the heart is, the easier it is to be hurt. Many monks with outstanding talent have passed all kinds of difficulties, but they fall on the pass of heart demons.

However, this road, the master can not protect them for a long time, let alone make decisions for them, go forward for them.

Looking at the young apprentice's appearance, he thought that he would also encounter all kinds of stumbling and stumbling in the future. Li Fulin felt a faint pain in his heart.

Young people will not understand the vicissitudes of his sigh.

Li Fulin thought that when he was a teacher, he knelt down to listen to his teacher's admonition. At that time, the master looked at him with mixed feelings of sadness and joy.

At that time, he did not understand why master was still sad when he was happy.

Now he understands.

Master saw more and learned more. He was happy and worried about his future.

If Xiaodong were a little more dull and cold hearted, perhaps Li Fulin would be at ease.

"The old wound of the city Lord of Song Dynasty is the old creation left by the war of killing demons. Even though he has suffered a lot from the injury for so many years, he does not regret what happened at that time. If he did it again, he would have made the same choice he had made. You don't have to worry too much about him. He has the power to protect himself. If he leaves Beifu City, he will live a more comfortable life. Maybe his injury will get better. "

This is obviously wishful thinking.

But Xiaodong also hopes that what master said will come true.

At noon, Xiao Dong's appetite did not decrease, and Mo Chen and Jiang Fan both quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that younger martial brother still thinks it through.

There was a guest in the morning. Although his identity was different, most of his disciples didn't know who was coming, so they didn't pay attention to it.

But I didn't expect another guest after noon.

This guest can let the return mountain up and down all of a sudden spirit up and down.

Without him, this guest is a familiar face.

It was Ji Zhenren who had been to Huihui mountain.Ji Zhenren is particularly beautiful. But her beauty is not common. No matter how the general woman's temperament, the dress is always beautiful and pretty in the majority. The beauty of immortal Keji is as sharp as a sword with cold light. In detail, her eyebrows are too thick, her eyes are too cold, her nose is high, her lips are thin, but these imperfect features are focused on her face, but there is a kind of awe inspiring beauty that can not be looked at.

This time, it was not Jiang Fan's door to answer the news. He was very surprised when the news came in. He rushed to the front and asked people to go to the back to report to the master.

When he asked Ji Zhenren to sit down for tea, Jiang Fan could not help but be glad that they had tidied up the hall and the yard outside when they moved in and cleaned it up. The one who didn't know each other in the morning went to the master's room to have a drink.

But Ji Zhenzhen Er, if she was allowed to go directly into the master's room, Jiang Fan always felt that it was not appropriate.

In front of Ji Zhenren, Jiang Fan did not dare to breathe.

Ji Zhenzhen Although he came to visit, Jiang Fan always felt that this person was hard to get close to. Finally, when the Master arrived, Jiang Fan was relieved and walked out quietly without making a sound.

Li Fulin didn't expect Ji Zheng to come.

She was standing in front of the window in the hall, which was wide open, and there was fine snow outside. The sky was leaden, and the yard was empty and cold with thin snow. Ji Zheng stood as like as two peas in front of the window. Her figure was still the same as he remembered.

The first time he saw her was in the western regions. The people of Yinyue demon capital chased and killed them. She stood far away on the cliff beside the road. Her black clothes were blown by the wind. Behind her was a full moon.

When Li Fulin saw her, he thought of the owl.

It's cold and murderous.

He felt right.

Ji Zheng shook off the silver whip and swept over their heads, and went straight to the pursuers behind the team.

At that time, there were a lot of people who came out to kill them, but because of the difference of their skills, only two of them were the closest.

The two men are still brothers. They have been practicing magic skills together since childhood. They are interlinked. The two people together are much more difficult than ten eight people.

And then

And then there was no, and then she killed one of the brothers, and the other got hurt and walked away.

Because she saved her life, the people who were besieged at that time had to save their lives.

Li Fulin will never forget the black cloak she spread out under the night, and the silver whip shadow reflected by the moonlight.

Later, they went into the city to hide.

It is said that the mysterious city was a tomb built by a king of western regions for himself a long time ago. Before the tomb was finished, he was killed. However, his killers sent his body to the tomb he had built for himself. But it is said that the king's resentment did not disperse after his death. On the third day after his burial, the black sand swept across the whole capital, and from then on, it became a dead city.

No one cares whether the legend is true or not, but there is something strange about this place.

The weirdest part is that they fall into a dreamland after they enter the enchanted City, and the people who pursue them are no exception.

Into the city is forced, at least the pursuit of soldiers for a time can not help them.

Everyone experienced a different fantasy. Some even spent decades in the fantasy, but in reality, one night did not pass.

Li Fulin was always ashamed to tell people what he saw in the dreamland. No one asked. He didn't even pry open the mouth of real Hu for so many tricks. He angrily said that he would bite the secret to death.

Li Fulin himself never recalled his experience in the dreamland. It's so Li Fulin felt ashamed to think about it again.

Later, the martial uncle said that all the experiences in the dreamland were actually people's repressed desires. He also said that in fact, the disaster of the dreamland was not without benefits. After experiencing that fantasy, it will be easier to get through the disaster of heart demons in the future.

Others have also said their experiences in the dreamland, and others are as silent as he is.

After all, what everyone yearns for in their hearts is different. Although they are all decent disciples, they may not be able to see the light of everything they desire.

But now looking at Ji Zheng, all of a sudden, the illusions reappear in my mind.

It turns out that he has never really forgotten, he has always remembered so clearly.

Martial uncle is right. What he experienced in the dreamland may be the most secret and hidden yearning in his heart.

Ji Zheng's head is only tied with a hair rope, which is too simple and casual for men. However, she looks outstanding and vigorous when she ties up her hair like this. Li Fulin has never seen her wear red and green clothes. Her clothes are either black or gray, and the most brilliant color is blue and white.

But in the illusion he experienced, she was wearing a dress embroidered with red peony flowers on a black background, which could burn people's eyes.

"Ji Zheng."

Hearing his voice, Ji Zheng did not look back and looked out the window at the flying snow.

"It turns out that your hometown is such a cold place." Ji Zheng said softly, "you said to take me to see the snow."He did.

That was decades ago.

He had a drink that night and said a lot.

A lot of things I didn't say to others.

He seldom mentioned to others that he was born in Beifu city.

That day, he said, "shall I take you to see the snow?"? Sometimes it snows all winter in beifucheng.

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