Chapter 125 Old Mr. Poguan in the East of the Village, Lovesickness can be sent thousands of miles
Covered in frost and snow all night, Qingyun Town was particularly quiet and peaceful.
In the early morning, the smoke from the cooking pots curled up, and occasionally the sounds of roosters and dogs could be heard.
This was a human fireworks that had never been seen in Qingyun Sect. When the heavy snow in the sky stopped, Qingyun Town gradually became lively, with ordinary alleys, wine shops, hawkers, shouting, hawking, and the sound of chasing children and crying.
What you see, what you hear, what you hear.
These are all things Gu Yusheng experienced when he was a child.
When he came down from the mountain, the elders of the Palace of Things told him that Qingyun Town had been attacked several times by monsters in the past year, and many people had died in the town.
But when Gu Yusheng walked alone on the familiar streets, he found that the town was just as it always was, not much different from what he remembered.
Most people living here work from sunrise to sunset.
Birth, old age, illness and death are normal. Being killed by a monster, at most, you just sigh a few times. The banquet should be held, but how to live after that is still the same as before.
Life is like a piece of grass, yet so tenacious.
Passing by the ancient city wall at the corner, passing by the deserted alleys.
Gu Yusheng even thought that this small town might have never changed for thousands of years.
When he received the sect's mission to go down the mountain, he subconsciously thought that this mission included protecting the mortals in the town. However, when Gu Yusheng stood on the dilapidated city wall, he remembered that from beginning to end, the sect's mission only mentioned guarding.
Qingyun Town.
Gu Yusheng walked eastward in the wind and snow.
We walked a few miles outside Qingyun Town and stopped. Next to the official road to Canglan Kingdom was a dilapidated Taoist temple. In the Taoist temple there was a stone statue etched over time.
The eastern base of the Qingyun Gate Mountain Guard Formation is under this stone statue.
So strictly speaking, Gu Yusheng's task is to check whether the formation base under the stone statue has been damaged every once in a while.
Gu Yusheng didn't understand the art of formation.
But after all, he is a true soul-condensing monk, and his sense of the vitality and spiritual energy of heaven and earth is extremely sensitive.
He visited this dilapidated Taoist temple many times when he was a child.
Some disrespectful children even peed in front of the stone statues and poured water into the cauldron where incense was once placed.
Coming back after many years.
Gu Yusheng immediately sensed that the spiritual power and vitality around this dilapidated Taoist temple were stronger than those in other places, and they were floating in the dark according to certain rules.
Gu Yusheng holds the Qingyun Sect token and a special spirit detection array disk. As long as he gets close to it, the magnetic needles on the array disk are normal and there is no disturbance, so he doesn't need to pay attention to it, which means that everything in the array base is normal.
If the magnetic needle is disturbed severely, you will need to add a few spiritual stones and Five Elements Essence Stones to the formation base.
Although this Taoist temple is not far from the official road, it is separated by a pine forest, and needles fall to the ground every year. Except for the old man who will pick some up and put them back to light the fire, as time goes by, the rotten leaves accumulated on the ground will block most of them.
Human footsteps.
Gu Yusheng walked among the pines, making a rustling sound under his feet.
The array base is fine.
He could have just left.
But when he approached the Taoist Temple, he unexpectedly found that the Taoist Temple with half of its eaves collapsed actually had the smell of fireworks.
Does anyone live here?
Gu Yusheng was curious and walked into the Taoist temple step by step.
There is a vast expanse of white in front of the Taoist temple, without any footprints.
Gu Yusheng heard slight snoring.
Gu Yusheng held the lintel of the Taoist temple to worship the incense and looked inside.
I saw that there were cobwebs all over the frost-white stone table, and there was a straw mat on it. There were two shabby quilts on it. I could vaguely see an old man with disheveled hair sleeping on it.
Gu Yusheng didn't say anything.
In this world, there are not a few wanderers in foreign lands.
No matter how dilapidated the Taoist temple is, it can block the wind and snow and prevent people from freezing to death in the wind and snow.
Gu Yusheng's eyes first fell on the stone statue covered with traces of time. The stone statue was carved lifelike. It did not hold flowers as a sign of mercy, nor did it sit on a lotus.
Like an old man who has gone through ups and downs, he stands quietly, opening his eyes and looking at the world that has remained unchanged through the ages.
It has been without incense for many years, and there are still incense ash remaining on the stone statue. It has been soaked by the rain and looks like an old man who has been walking in the mud for many years.
The fine snow falling from above the Taoist temple sprinkled in little by little and spread on the thin quilt.
The old man in front of the stone statue is breathing evenly, which may be the best comfort for the stone statue.
Gu Yusheng's eyes turned slightly, and the frosty hair and straw on the temples of the sleeping old man melted together, but they were so distinct.
The Taoist temple still retains the scent of dust and mud from the old days, mixed with the scent of books.
Gu Yusheng couldn't help but look sideways, but found that in a corner where the wind and frost could not blow, there was an ancient scripture shelf that had been wiped spotless, with hundreds of yellowed books placed on it.
Gu Yusheng's heart skipped a beat.
Could this old man be the calligraphy teacher from Qingyun Town?
Fang Qiuliang.
The old man who even called his father sir when they met in the town before his death - an enlightenment literacy teacher who taught the world the mystery and yellowness of the universe.
Why did this old man end up living in Po Tao Temple?
Gu Yusheng stepped into the Taoist temple.
But I heard a jingle!
A thin rope was stretched across the threshold, and an ancient copper bell was tied to the other end.
The sound of the old man's breathing disappeared.
Instead there was the sound of rustling straw.
The unkempt Fang Qiuliang sat up, let out a long yawn, rubbed his blurred eyes, and looked at the young man standing at the door.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
"Mr. Fang."
"Is it really you, old man?"
Gu Yusheng's expression was astonished. This old man with straw-covered frost-white hair and disheveled hair seemed to be just as he remembered after so many years. Although his face had age marks, he was still full of energy.
Fang Qiuliang leaned forward, and he seemed to be unable to see clearly Gu Yusheng standing at the door. Firstly, it was because of the glare from the white snow, and secondly, Fang Qiuliang had been studying all year round and had bad eyesight. Things that were too far away would be missed.
into a shadow.
"Are you...that boy from Gu Bai?"
Gu Yusheng was stunned for a moment and bowed: "Mr. Fang, I am Gu Bai's son."
"Gu Bai's son?" Fang Qiuliang scratched his head, "Oh, I remembered."
Fang Qiuliang seemed a little uninterested, and his hands were shaking violently.
I took a pair of starched white cloth shoes from the back of the case and put them on my feet.
After coming down from the stone table, he walked step by step to Gu Yusheng, looked at Gu Yusheng's face carefully for a while, then nodded and said, "It's not Gu Bai."
Gu Yusheng didn't know how to answer.
Fang Qiuliang suddenly pointed at the gourd on Gu Yusheng's waist, his fingers trembling a little.
"Boy, did you bring wine?"
Fang Qiuliang's hands shook even more violently, and he took an incense tripod from the stone table with his backhand and placed it in front of Gu Yusheng.
"Pour it down, pour it down quickly."
"oh."
Gu Yusheng hurriedly took off the wine gourd from his waist and was about to pour wine into the incense cauldron. As if he thought of something, he reached behind his back and took out a bamboo wine glass.
"Mr. Fang, use this."
"Same, all the same."
Fang Qiuliang stared at the tip of Gu Yusheng's wine gourd without blinking.
"no the same."
Gu Yusheng threw the incense cauldron handed over by Fang Qiuliang outside and smashed it into pieces on the white snow, breaking into pieces.
Wow.
Gu Yusheng filled the bamboo cup with peach blossom wine.
The moment Fang Qiuliang held the wine glass, his hand was as steady as a mountain and no longer shook. He raised it and took a sip, closing his eyes and enjoying the taste of the wine.
When he opened his eyes again, his hands began to shake again.
Gu Yusheng put the wine gourd into the wine glasses.
Fang Qiuliang raised his head, glanced at Gu Yusheng, but said nothing.
It wasn't until the wine glass was full that he took out a small blue cloth bag from his waist and took out a few fried beans.
"Want one?"
Fang Qiuliang said to Gu Yusheng seriously.
"Sir, I don't want to eat."
Gu Yusheng silently took out another wine glass, filled it with wine, and placed it on the shabby bookshelf next to it.
Fang Qiuliang's eyes fell on Gu Yusheng, who was pouring wine seriously, and he said: "If it were your father, he would definitely not reject my beans. They are not ordinary beans. Have you heard from the literary saint..."
Halfway through Fang Qiu's sarcastic remarks, he suddenly looked desolate and waved his hands: "Forget it, you will fart after eating too much... It's similar to the world."
Gu Yusheng felt the desolation of the Taoist temple and couldn't help but said: "Mr. Fang, why do you live here?"
"If I don't live here, where would I live?"
Fang Qiuliang drank two cups of peach blossom wine, his face was a little bloody, he put his hands in his sleeves, looked at the white snow in front of the door, and sighed:
"Children in small towns all want to go to Qingyunmen to build a future when they grow up, but few are willing to read."
"As I get older, most of my relatives have become mud under the spring. Throughout the year, few people ask me to write family letters. The poor old man has raised a swan goose, which makes me poorer and poorer."
While Fang Qiuliang was talking.
A little bird flew from the pine tree in front of the Taoist temple, landed on Fang Qiuliang's shoulder, and pecked the rice grains on the old gentleman's hair with its beak.
Looking at the little bird on Fang Qiuliang's shoulder, Gu Yusheng felt a little strange. When he came, he even sensed the aura and vitality fluctuations of this Taoist temple. It stands to reason that not a single plant or tree around him had fallen, but he actually
This strange bird was not found.
"Mr. Fang, this is not a swan goose. I have seen a real swan goose at Qingyun Gate."
Fang Qiuliang chuckled.
"You kid, it can carry letters thousands of miles away. It doesn't matter what kind of bird it is, it's right to call it a swan goose."
Gu Yusheng's eyes lit up: "Mr. Fang, can it really deliver letters?"
"Why are you lying to me? You want to send a letter from home? I can tell you that a letter from home is worth ten thousand yuan, and it's not cheap at all." Fang Qiuliang's eyes fell on the luggage on Gu Yusheng's waist, "Who are you sending it to?"
Seeing that Fang Qiuliang didn't look like he was lying, Gu Yusheng still felt a little disbelieving in his heart and said, "Mr. Fang, have you ever heard of Jingting Mountain? Can you get this bird?"
"Jingting Mountain?"
Fang Qiuliang wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth.
"Very familiar."
Gu Yusheng said excitedly: "Really?"
Fang Qiuliang came closer and looked at Gu Yusheng a few more times.
"You boy, do you have a sweetheart?"
Gu Yusheng held the wine gourd and hung it on his waist.
"Um."
Gu Yusheng took another serious look at the bird on Fang Qiuliang's shoulder.
"Can it really fly thousands of miles?"
"Of course, come and give one to the guests."
Fang Qiuliang patted the bird on his shoulder.
The bird was motionless.
"Little ancestor, fly one for the guests."
Fang Qiuliang said anxiously.
The bird still didn't move and took a bite of Fang Qiuliang.
"Stupid thing!"
Fang Qiuliang looked embarrassed, spread his hands and said, "It has to eat before it can do anything."
Gu Yusheng asked: "Eating insects?"
Fang Qiuliang smiled mysteriously.
"If you have a letter from home, just hand it over to me. The ten thousand gold is fake, but you have to give me some real gold and silver so that I can eat and drink every day."
Gu Yusheng bowed and said, "Then I will definitely come to visit the old gentleman again another day."