Zhu Jingshu was naturally happy when Master Uncle suddenly appeared in the door. She subconsciously glanced at Funiu Town out of the corner of her eye and felt uneasy for no reason. She lowered her face and called softly: "Master Uncle."
Under the bright sky, the wind blew across the fields, causing golden ripples.
The figure standing on the ridge of the field in front looked at the crops swaying in the wind, slowly turned around, stroking his beard, and looked at the woman who was bowing slightly with a smile.
"...Not at the door, so there is no need to be so polite."
As he said that, he stepped on the dry mud and walked over there. While looking at the woman, he slowly said: "Uncle is relieved to see that you are fine. When you came out, your master was very worried. Then
Sun kept his words while Xuan Ze returned to the mountain. When he heard the news, he clamored with his uncle from the North Campus to come down the mountain."
The woman with a downcast face, without any fluctuation in her voice, looked at the approaching figure, walked up to her, and asked:
"How are Senior Brother Shoyan and Junior Brother Xuanze doing well?"
"Shouyan's injury is not serious, but it's not uncomfortable either." Xu Qingfeng looked at his nephew in front of him and spoke in a gentle tone, "Are you injured?"
Jingshu nodded, and then shook her head. Thinking that Menzhongnanyuan Jianshou came down the mountain in person, he would definitely not simply come to look for her.
"Uncle Master, what are you doing here this time?"
"Looking for you and bringing you back to Canglan safely."
Xu Qingfeng's gentle smile was so refreshing that Zhu Jingshu couldn't speak, so she could only say softly: "Yes."
On the paths in the fields, there were many farmers doing farm work in the fields with hoes, as if they were aware of the two people talking here. Here, Xu Qingfeng turned around and looked at a path where water flows into the fields.
creek.
After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke: "Jingshu... do you think that person has a good heart?"
"He saved Jing Shu." The woman replied in a low voice.
"Is that all it takes?"
Xu Qingfeng laughed. It was really rare that this nephew, whom he had seen since childhood, could excuse someone, even with just such a sentence.
Before the woman could speak, Xu Qingfeng turned his head and smiled brighter: "Uncle, you are here to take me back. There is no other purpose."
For a moment, Jing Shu was stunned, unable to guess whether what the uncle said was true or false. Before she could think more about it, the figure looking at the stream turned to look at her.
The voice is gentle.
"Uncle Master will wait for you here tomorrow."
The woman held the scabbard tightly, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded.
The path at his feet extended to the town. At this time, in the theater stand, Chen Yuan sat there and watched the preview of a play. He and Mr. Zhao finally summed up some details, explained it, and then left.
After walking through the market that was gradually disappearing, he bought a small clay figurine painted with colors. He returned to the small courtyard. As soon as he entered the door, his face changed slightly. He handed the jujube to the master and went into his room to take a look. The bed was covered with quilts.
After turning over the traces, he turned around and went to the adjacent room. The boxes were stacked crookedly and there were a few silver ingots on the ground.
The more than twenty puppets were sitting on the box as before, but their dull and cold wooden faces had a lot of blood stains on them, making Chen Yuan's face look a little ugly.
No need to guess, these bloodstains must belong to the thief.
What he cared about was that these puppets would act on their own without his orders. When he saw the open window, he jumped out. The pit he had dug before had been filled in and leveled at some point, and there were densely packed trees on it.
of hoofprints.
Moo!
Not far away, the old cow raised its muzzle and barked. It stamped its hooves as if asking for credit, swaying its huge body and ran happily, jumping and jumping on the soil.
"Did you fill it out?"
Chen Yuan looked at the cheerful green cow, and vaguely felt the concealed emotion in its eyes. However, the old cow's behavior was to look at him with its neck tilted, and then walked leisurely to eat grass with its tail swung.
No one is worried.
It's not that the death of a thief made Chen Yuan angry, but that the puppet acted without permission and the old cow became more and more weird.
He stretched out his hand to grab the filled mud pit. Driven by his magic power, the layers of soil surged up, and a hole was opened to reveal the blood mixed inside. The body of the mud was in tatters and was beyond recognition. There were even large and small bits of blood on the body.
There are holes, but the familiar outline can still be seen.
——The eldest brother of the theater troupe, Liang Mao.
"Oh, why was he the one who died?"
Chen Yuan rubbed the center of his eyebrows, waved his magic power, and the separated soil gathered back, filling the gap again. He turned around and kicked the old cow's hoof, returned to the front, sat at the stove and helped the fat Taoist light the fire and start cooking lunch.
.
'Perhaps an ordinary puppet became like this because of the method taught to me by my master...otherwise it wouldn't be able to eat flesh and blood...'
He turned his head and looked at the old man chewing jujubes under the eaves: "Master, does our sect have a name?"
The old man frowned and tilted his head, his expression gradually became serious, and then he let out a loud voice: "I can't even remember my own name, why do you still want his name? Anyway, he is very powerful."
After saying that, he shook his messy hair, continued to take the jujube and threw it into his mouth. When he was chewing, he suddenly stopped and looked at the courtyard door. A silly smile suddenly appeared on his old face, and he ran over with his hands in his hands.
"Girl, here, my apprentice bought this for you." The old man hesitated, took out one and handed it over: "I just bought one for you."
Chen Yuan: "..."
The woman pursed her lips and said nothing. She put the jujube between her lips. In an instant, something was thrown over her. Jingshu subconsciously reached out and took it. It was a small clay figurine.
She smiled at Chen Yuan, then walked straight into the room, and did not come out until lunch. The four of them gathered around the table, all home-cooked dishes, but the taste was excellent. Sun Zhengde was indeed a disciple of Tianshi.
Out of art.
After lunch, the Taoist was busy cleaning up. Chen Yuan sat under the eaves and watched the master riding an old cow for a stroll in the courtyard. The woman, who had changed a lot in the past few days, seemed silent again. She sat not far away and looked at the scenery in the courtyard quietly.
.
Soon, she got up and went back to the room. Chen Yuan frowned slightly and talked to the fat Taoist who came out to wipe his hands.
The Taoist moved his mouth and pointed to the woman's room.
"Miss Zhu seems to have something on her mind."
"...You still observe so carefully when cooking? I also have something on my mind, can you tell?"
"Which girl do you like?"
"No, I'll deduct your extra money however you want."
"My boss, you are wrong..."
Rustling... The sound of ginkgo shaking echoed in the courtyard as Chen Yuan and the two talked. Zhu Jingshu in the room touched the scabbard of her sword and quietly held the clay figurine and sat in the corner by the window. Listening to their noisy conversations, she met
At the funny part, I covered my red lips and laughed lightly.
Occasionally, there would be a crazy old man making a lot of noise, dragging Lao Niu to go out for a walk, but Chen Yuan dissuaded him, and the noise continued until the sky fell.
As the night gradually deepened, the courtyard gradually became quiet.
The cold moonlight shone into the window lattice, and the woman who was sitting alone in the dark got up and walked out of the room. She came outside alone, sat on a stool and looked at the moonlight pouring into the courtyard. She held the clay figurine in her hand and listened to the quiet breathing.
For a while.
Alas...it was a soft sigh.
The woman got up and walked to Chen Yuan's room. She looked at the sleeping figure on the bed, blinked her clear eyes, and then gently closed the door.
Back in the room, Zhu Jingshu lit the oil lamp, and under the moonlight and the light, she took a brush and wrote beautiful small characters on the paper. The tip of the pen moved quickly, filling up the handwriting, and she probably finished it before dawn.
The light illuminated the slim figure on the window lattice, and the night outside gradually passed as time passed.
When the loud crowing of roosters sounded in other courtyards, the sky was already dark and bright, until Sun Zhengde was busy in the kitchen, prepared breakfast and called out in the courtyard: "It's time to eat."
Chen Yuan then put on his robe and walked out of the room. It was already bright at this time. After washing up, he put down the bowl and chopsticks before anyone else came out. He put down the bowl and went to knock on the door. There was no response for a long time, and he gave a gentle push.
, the door opened, the room was clean and tidy, the quilts were folded neatly, and Zhu Jingshu was no longer around.
There is only a piece of paper on the table covered with writing.
Chen Yuan took it in his hand and unfolded it, and suddenly smiled, with a bitter taste.
"She really gave me the skill of sword control."
Coming out of the room, the fat Taoist came over with bowls and chopsticks: "Where is Miss Zhu?"
"Let's go. I should have left quietly before dawn." After saying this, Chen Yuan returned to his seat, holding the bowl and chopsticks while eating without saying a word. When he finished eating and put down the bowl and chopsticks, he said: "...
…Let’s go too.”
Soon, boxes flew out of thin air into the ox cart that had been prepared. The crazy old man jumped onto the cart excitedly. The fat Taoist picked up the yellow bag and cracked his whip. The old ox pulled the shaft of the cart and slowly drove out and parked outside the door.
waiting.
…
On the hillside in the distance, a slim figure holding a simple long sword held up her flying black hair and looked back at the small town bathed in the morning sun. The figure gradually faded away.
On the edge of the town, in a dilapidated house, a woman who had been waiting for her husband all night with her child in her arms was awakened by the cold wind. On the cold bed, her husband who had gone out still had not come back.
When she opened the door, a bundle fell at her feet, revealing several white silver coins and a bunch of copper coins.
…
The skylight rose above the clouds, and the old courtyard door creaked.
Chen Yuan gently closed the door, turned around and got into the car. As the car bumped and swayed through the low eaves, pedestrians left the town.
The mountains and fields are green, and in the acres of fields, farmers are rolling up their trouser legs to get ready to go to the fields, women are lining the ditches and scolding children running around, and smoke is slowly rising from the villages in the distance.
When golden ripples swayed in the bottom of Chen Yuan's eyes, there was a figure in green robe standing in the forest ahead with a sword behind his back.
Waiting for him specially.
"Chen Yuan?" Xu Qingfeng slowly turned around, looked at the stopped bullock cart, raised his hands and clasped his fists.