Mo Yun got up and prepared to have breakfast. As soon as he walked into the dining room, he heard a clear female voice calling from outside the door: "Is anyone there? I will return the flute on behalf of the lady!"
Lu Zhengkang picked up the porridge bowl and glanced at him, "Go ahead, why are you so stunned?"
The maids standing on both sides of the dining room peeked at the young swordsman.
Mo Yun's face was very confused, "What are you talking about? Are you talking about the person outside? I don't know her."
"Put her down, of course you don't know her, but her lady made you cry yesterday!"
The eyes of the maids became meaningful.
"I'm not! I didn't! Stop talking nonsense!"
Mo Yun's face turned red and he rushed out the door.
Outside Junxian's house, there was a girl in green clothes standing. When she saw Mo Yun in white robe, her eyes lit up and she waved to him, "Young Master, the lady asked me to return the flute."
Mo Yun looked hesitant to speak. He had many, many things he wanted to ask, but until he got the flute back and the girl said goodbye and left, he didn't say a single word. Not only did he not answer the question, but he was also very rude.
For a moment, just a moment, the timing is very confusing, maybe it is the rouge at the corner of the girl's plump lips that shines through her eyes, maybe it is the glare of the beaded hairpin on her temples, or maybe it is the flute in the air.
Moving, the whisper of air flowing through the flute holes...
At this point, for no reason, Mo Yun felt that he was a complete failure, a waste that had been thrown into the trash heap on the margins of social life.
He stood blankly outside the door, thinking of that afternoon in the forest.
Three farmers with simple faces followed him, mourning.
"Uncle, we're almost there. It's the village in front of us, and it's those evil thieves!"
"Master must make the decision for us!"
"The thieves have robbed money, food, and women in the village. If we don't recover these, there will be a famine in the village during the New Year!"
"Have mercy on my little girl"
How can farmers lie to others? They are kind and simple, and their vision is so short that they only have one-third of an acre of land. They will fight for food. As long as there is a slight possibility of recovering the food, these three farmers will not lie.
people.
Mo Yun thought so too. When he saw their ravaged faces, their dark skin, aging, the endless smell of earth, and the smell of sour sweat from their clothes, their eyes were stunned, and their expressions seemed to be pulled into a fixed state by life and the earth.
And dull appearance.
They won't lie.
But three sharp knives stabbed into the back at the most critical moment.
Severe stinging and burning sensation, quenched poison knife.
The poison burned his heart, Mo Yun felt that the world was spinning before his eyes, and the remaining sword in his hand was dancing, but he couldn't feel that he was swinging the sword, it seemed that the sword was moving with his hand, like a swift, soaring hastily, in the dim and dark field of vision
Here, they appear from time to time, bringing with them messy blood.
More cold light hit, and toxins continued to pour into his chest, waist and abdomen.
earth.
Farmers will not lie to others because they have the same qualities as the earth.
The earth always supports people to stand, it is hard and tenacious.
But these two perceptions are both wrong.
Farmers will lie to others, and they will lie to survive, not to mention that they are not farmers, but bandits pretending to be farmers.
The earth is not always supportive of people, nor is it always strong and hard. Sometimes it is soft and greedy, and the mud-like ground swallows people up bit by bit.
"..."
The breeze is gentle and the sun is shining.
Mo Yun looked up blankly. He didn't know how long he had been in a daze outside the door.
Lu Zhengkang had already finished his breakfast, and Shi Shiran went out holding a copy of the Heart Sutra. When he passed by him, he burst into laughter with unknown meaning.
Mo Yun frowned, did not respond, lowered his head and turned back to the bedroom.
He suddenly felt hugely at a loss as to what to do, and then he had deep self-doubt.
All of this shaped the thing named Mo Yun, which made him incompatible with the world around him.
He was not allowed to use his swordsmanship, and encountered accidents while playing the flute. His words and deeds were at odds with his northern habits, and he received surprised looks and faint ridicule.
Sometimes resentment and stress just need a gentle push to break the bank completely.
He knows life is difficult, but this is too difficult.
So, how do you make yourself gregarious?
Give up your stubbornness? Bend your spine?
Is Mo Yun still Mo Yun?
…
Lu Zhengkang took a sip of Tieguanyin and then put down the Jun kiln white porcelain cup in his hand.
He asked casually, "Does Donor Quan have something to hide in his family?"
Every family has its own sutras that are difficult to recite. To a certain extent, it is true that even wealthy families like Quanfu have difficulties that they don't want to mention.
There are actually rumors in the capital that the first eldest son of the Quan family was infected with a strange disease, so the position of the head of the family was passed on to the second lady.
Quan Suhuan had an upright temperament and asked directly: "How did the young master hear about this?"
"It's being heard in the streets and alleys, how could a poor monk not hear it?"
"I didn't expect you, a monk, to still care about rumors."
"It doesn't matter whether you are a monk or not. Of course, the poor monk will not mention this matter just to embarrass the donor." Lu Zhengkang gently tapped the handrail of the small-leaf red sandalwood with his fingers and made a clicking sound. "Remember that the poor monk said before that there are three donors?"
Will you encounter any trouble in the next month?"
"Is this matter related to the internal affairs of our government?"
"Yes, the poor monk originally intended that the government wanted to lose money in the Guangdong area, but luck changed and the manager there was replaced by someone else, so this financial disaster was avoided."
Quan Suhuan had a lot of fun chatting with Lu Zhengkang these days, and he knew his character quite well. He always had something to say and was not afraid of offending others. So when he heard what he said, he believed him eight or nine times.
"Then what kind of trouble has it become now?"
"The disaster has always been there this time, but as soon as the two of us arrived, the situation took a turn for the worst."
"Is there a way to solve it?"
"Just wait and see what happens. I will notify the donor to pay attention to it at that time."
…
Ning Baiyi is a disciple of Jade Box in Baihua Valley, Bailuze, Guangnan.
Baihua Valley is famous for its medical skills, and the disciples in the valley are respected by people in the world regardless of their status, because they are unparalleled in benevolence and righteousness.
And Ning Baiyi's identity is already a true inheritance, which is quite remarkable for her age.
Among the younger generation of Jianghu Zhengdao, she is also ranked high, but she is not famous because of her introverted personality and does not like to cause trouble.
People from the Quan Mansion went to Baihua Valley to seek medical treatment, and finally the owner of the valley sent Ning Baiyi to the capital for treatment.
The person who needs to be treated is naturally the eldest son of the powerful family in the rumors, that is, the eldest brother of Quan Suhuan, the former successor of the family head.
This person has a rebellious character, but is quite intelligent. He was once thought to be able to lead the government to a higher level and make these countless towers last for centuries.
However, unexpectedly, the young master accidentally fell off his horse during an outing and fell into a state of apathy.
For some reason, the eldest son's symptoms were not taken seriously until the past two years.
At that time, the old Duke had passed away with the end of the dynasty. Quan Suhuan remembered that he had such an elder brother and went to seek medical treatment. Unexpectedly, the situation had changed.
The condition of the eldest son Quan Hongming has deteriorated into some kind of curse-like evil epidemic.
It was originally a weakened flesh shell, but somehow it became infinitely powerful. The nails on its ten fingers were thick and sharp, and it could easily break through stone and pierce gold. There was a hint of black energy on the face, which seemed to be unknown.
That's fine, since the left and right are unconscious vegetative people, but Quan Hongming will wander around at night for no reason, seeming to be dreaming but not dreaming, seeming to be awake but not awake, violent and violent, and murdering people without calculation.
After the death of the first servant of the Quan Mansion, Quan Hongming was immediately imprisoned and sent to the Daxiangguo Temple to have eminent monks pray for him to ward off evil spirits.
Another year has passed and the situation has not improved.
Ning Baiyi is the government's last salvation for this eldest son.
If she succeeds, the government will support one more person; if she fails, it will mean one more funeral.