Chapter 126 The charcoal seller on the snowy path, Gu Yusheng pointed his sword at the god
Gu Yusheng was wandering alone in the snow and mist outside the village. After the wind and snow stopped, there was a light cold rain.
He stood on the slightly high mountain top of Qingyun Town, overlooking the Taoist temple among the pines. He was worried that the cold rain would wet the old man's quilt, but he did not feel sad that the old man was staying in the Taoist temple. Perhaps it was because of his return home.
My heart is particularly peaceful. A person who has been with books for most of his life does not need the pity and sympathy of the world.
No one understands this better than Gu Yusheng.
In the year when he lost his father, many kind people in the town would "accidentally" walk past Gu Yusheng and ask Gu Yusheng's father what happened to him in front of others.
Even if Gu Yusheng remained silent, someone next to him would patiently come out and tell the story of his father's failure to return after slaying the demon, just like what happened in the story.
Those kind people would sigh with great regret, give Gu Yusheng some verbal comfort and warmth, pat their chests to express that Gu Yusheng was hungry, and go to his house for dinner.
Or reward some pieces of silver in public and throw them on the bluestone slab under the big locust tree, making a crisp sound.
Then leave satisfied.
When he was young, Gu Yusheng didn't understand the sinister nature and hypocrisy of people's hearts. Every time he passed by other people's dining tables, those people who already knew the 'truth' would still pull him and ask questions, just to amuse themselves after the meal.
Full belly.
Since then, Gu Yusheng has understood one thing: pity and sympathy are the most valuable things in this world.
Especially people who are not kind at heart.
Because he only remembered that during the heavy rain that summer, only the old locust tree blocked most of the rain for him.
That cold winter, Grandma Sun gave him some warm clothes and cloth shoes.
The old man with a dark face pushing a wheelbarrow selling charcoal gave him half a cart of charcoal to survive the winter.
Gu Yusheng stood in the cold wind and rain, looking at the path leading to the mountain forest.
If the weather is cold.
The old man selling charcoal would go into the mountains to burn charcoal. He would push a wheelbarrow out of the mountains with his face covered with dust. He would shout in the street. His hoarse and low voice could even make the beggars hunched in the corner feel a little warm.
Gu Yusheng stood at that intersection and waited for a long time.
Even after he finished practicing his sword, he still didn't see the charcoal seller pushing a wheelbarrow returning from the wind and snow with determined steps.
that's all.
Gu Yusheng practiced swordplay for three days at that mountain pass.
Also waited for three days.
It rained and snowed for three days.
On the fourth day, Gu Yusheng finally waited for the squeaking wheelbarrow returning from the forest.
But the man pushing the cart became the son of the charcoal seller.
A middle-aged man, in his forties, with a face in his sixties, his face was covered in charcoal ash. Only his teeth, as white as snow, showed through his open mouth when he was pushing the cart in the wind and snow, breathing hard.
Gu Yusheng stepped forward to salute, but the charcoal seller's son was startled. He pushed the cart hard and his rickety body was as high as the wheelbarrow. His eyes passed through the charcoal on the wheelbarrow and only saw the sword on Gu Yusheng's waist.
In an instant, Gong Liang's hands trembled, and the wheelbarrow fell to the side of the road. The charcoal was scattered on the ground. He shouted repeatedly: "Guan family, I didn't burn a private kiln. It was a little charcoal left by my father. The snow came early this winter. I
My mother’s legs were very swollen from the cold, so she picked some up and took them home for her own use..."
The black and calloused palm held out three or five peace coins, which sounded crisply in the wind. The light of the coins was more dazzling than snow, and it stung Gu Yusheng's eyes.
For a moment, Gu Yusheng's heart seemed to be hit by something. He quickly went up to help him and said: "Uncle Gong, it's me, Gu Yusheng, not a small official in the town."
Gong Liang wiped his eyebrows soaked with sweat and rain and snow with his hands, looked at Gu Yusheng up and down, first let out a long sigh of relief, then straightened his stooped waist slightly, and squeezed out a simple smile on his face.
, said in surprise: "You're a boy from the Gu family. I heard that you entered the Qingyun Sect as a disciple. In just a few years, your appearance has completely changed, like an immortal who came out of the mountains!"
After saying that, he bowed his hands again.
Gu Yusheng quickly avoided the front and righted the wheelbarrow, "Uncle Gong, how can there be any immortals in this world? I passed by by chance and remembered that Mr. Gong often walked out of the mountains and forests from here to sell charcoal in the town. I just came home, and it happened to be
I want to buy some, where is the old man?"
"This charcoal is black. Don't get your hands dirty. It's hard to wash."
Gong Liang was a little embarrassed and straightened the wheelbarrow with both hands. He adjusted the direction deliberately and did not let Gu Yusheng help. He used half of his body to stabilize the wheelbarrow, lowered his head to pick up the charcoal that had fallen on the ground, and waited for him to put half of it back.
He put the bag of charcoal on the wheelbarrow and pointed with his black hand towards the green pine trees on the side of the path.
"So."
Gongliang said calmly.
Gu Yusheng looked along his fingers, and there was only a desolate mound, with the dead grass on it turning yellow.
"I left last year."
Kyoko seemed to be talking about something insignificant.
He tied the charcoal more tightly with hemp rope, rubbed his hands, and then said to Gu Yusheng: "I haven't learned the old man's skills. I can't burn good charcoal, and I don't dare to burn it. Mr. Gu returned from Qingyun Sect.
There is a store specializing in selling charcoal at the west entrance of the town. The charcoal there is good, but of course it is more expensive."
After Gong Liang finished speaking, he thought of something again and looked at Gu Yusheng carefully. He saw that Gu Yusheng was still wearing a blue shirt and robe, and smiled honestly.
"How about I give you half a car and I'll bring it to you when it gets dark."
Gu Yusheng looked at the uncle in front of him and was stunned for a moment. After a while, he said: "Uncle Gong, I was just joking. There is still some charcoal at home."ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
"That's good, it's cold today, don't freeze."
After Gongliang picked up the last bit of charcoal on the ground and put it in the car, he pushed the wheelbarrow forward little by little. The road covered by snow and rain was extremely slippery, and one person pushed the wheelbarrow crookedly in the fog.
Until that figure went away.
Only then did Gu Yusheng feel that he was holding a breath in his heart and his breathing was not smooth.
He drew his sword and ran through the mountains and forests for a long time.
Until I'm far away from people.
The sword in his hand made a clanging sound.
The sharp sword energy stirred up the slush wantonly.
Zheng!
The cold sword shadow struck at the end of the stone wall.
Sparks flew everywhere.
Gu Yusheng flicked it casually.
Only then did I realize that where the dead vines covered the place, there stood an ancient statue of the god Zhu.
Such a statue of a god.
There is one at the entrance of the village.
No one knows how many years it has existed.
But the god at the entrance of the village enjoys the fragrance of the human world every year.
"Hehehe!"
Gu Yusheng stared at the stone statue.
He laughed inexplicably.
The sword in his hand held a sword flower, and a sword shadow crossed the sky and struck the stone statue again.
He suddenly felt how ignorant the old stonemason in the village was.
How can there be a god in this world who protects the peace of the world?
If so.
He would have been blind long ago.
The sharp sword energy cut a series of sword marks on Shen Zhuan.
After venting his inner grievances, Gu Yusheng sheathed his sword.
In the wind and snow, he walked calmly.
But, not long after he left.
The stone statue of Shen Zhuan that he had beheaded oozed black blood...
When Gu Yusheng returned to Qingyun Town, he went to the drug store. When he took out a silver ingot that could not be held in his hand, the doctor who prescribed the medicine had his eyes gleaming and he patted his chest and promised to wait until Gong Liang came to grab the medicine.
We will definitely use the best medicinal materials and prescribe the best prescriptions.
but.
Soon after Gu Yusheng turned around and left.
The doctor who took the medicine sent a boy to the west entrance of the town and got in through the side door of the Lu family's high-gate compound.
When I came out, I was contentedly looking at the broken silver reward in my hand.
Gu Yusheng bought some meat for stew and soup and walked in the alleyway home.
Several big men blocked Gu Yusheng's path. They were all raised by the Lu family. When they saw Gu Yusheng wearing a green shirt, they didn't believe the news coming back from the Qingyun Sect. How could a kid like this stir up trouble?
There isn't any dialogue.
Only a sudden and sharp fist struck Gu Yusheng's vitals.
Gu Yusheng didn't need to draw his sword.
But he still drew his sword.
After a flash of light and shadow in the alley, the big men seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. Only the old locust tree above the alley seemed to have regained new vitality and will surely grow well in the coming year.
When it gets dark.
The aroma of meat emanated from Gu Yusheng's small courtyard.
Gu Yusheng carried the brazier and earthen pot together to Grandma Sun's old courtyard.
"Grandma Sun, I bought some meat and ate it to warm myself up."
Gu Yusheng took out an earthen bowl, filled a bowl first and handed it to Grandma Sun.
Sun Xipo held the chopsticks in her hands and brought a piece of meat to her mouth. While tasting the aroma of the meat, she looked at the young man in front of her.
"After practicing, you should be able to live without grains, right?"
The light of the charcoal reflected in Gu Yusheng's bright black pupils. Gu Yusheng smiled and said: "Grandma Sun, I am still young. I haven't tasted enough of the fireworks in the world. I must eat meat."
"Um."
Grandma Sun took another sip of soup and said with emotion:
"Not many people can eat meat these days. Last winter, old Gong, a charcoal-burning man, went into the mountains to get game in order to make some broth for his son and his old wife. A wolf bit off a leg of meat... I
It took three days of sewing to put the leg back together, and there was really not a drop of blood left."
Gu Yusheng's expression froze.
Instantly, I felt that the broth in the bowl had lost its flavor.
He touched the sword at his waist and said, "Grandma Sun, if one of those wolf demons comes this year, one of them will die, I promise."
"It's good that you have learned some skills in slaying monsters." Grandma Sun smiled a little weirdly, "It's not all a problem with monsters. In the past, the old man who sold charcoal could eat meat several times a year. Later, in the town,
The clerk refused to let it be burned, saying it would attract monsters..."
Gu Yusheng was thoughtful.
"Grandma Sun, don't people in this town burn charcoal?"
"Of course, who wouldn't burn charcoal in such a cold weather? The person who burns charcoal has to go to the Lu family to get a sign and pay a certain amount of money for killing monsters. That way, when burning charcoal, they won't attract monsters."
When Granny Sun said this, she chuckled: "The Lu family said that this is a principle passed down from the Qingyun Sect. Is this really true?"
Gu Yusheng got up and went out. He stood in the yard covered with wind and snow. He turned around and said to Granny Sun, "I forgot. I'll go to the Lu family and ask."