"The last thing I want to do is burn paper money for others."
This was the first time the young man spoke for the first time in half a day, perhaps talking to the tall scholar, or perhaps to himself. As he spoke, he threw a dozen pieces of yellow paper into the fire, and was lost in thought.
Liu Tingting heard the young man's words and hesitated for a moment, but still did not answer the call. Instead, he picked up a dozen yellow papers, squatted beside the young man, and filled two sheets into the fire. He felt hard to understand.
"I know clearly that people are inside, but I just can't take the blame. It's useless to let people sigh and lament outside. I just hope that these pieces of paper money can float to the heavy spring to express comfort." The cool breeze blows, the young man The bun moves with the wind, and in the night, the face disappears and appears, but the expression cannot be seen, "But only these people who are still in the world know that once the paper money is burned, it will be burned, and it will fly away." Although the ashes are light, they cannot float into the underworld: even if you think about it in your heart, there is no such good thing, and in the end you are just deceiving yourself and others."
The scholar just listened to the boy talking to himself from beginning to end, but never interrupted.
As early as noon, a group of defenders arrived at the Yizhang border. The leading general had a few words with the tall scholar, and then led his soldiers to take care of the embarrassing scene in Wulingpo. No need for the general to say more, Liu Qing could guess the reason.
There are not many immortal families in the world, but evenly divided into each country, there are only a few. With Emperor Quan's handwriting and ability, this event will surely cause drastic changes in Yizhang's officialdom. Helping and doing some icing on the cake, I think it is easy to do. Even if it is not of great use, it is enough to show the emperor's attitude towards Nangong Mountain.
However, this Nangongshan Senior Brother has only been sitting with Yun Zhongku until now, without mentioning the twists and turns involved.
As far as the rivers and lakes are concerned, there are only thirty-four new graves added to the land of Wulingpo, but for the young man, the rivers and lakes in his heart are also missing, empty, the mountain wind is passing through his chest, and he only feels a dull knife. Cutting flesh, dull pain.
If the lovesickness is very painful, the literati can still follow the moon phase when they move away. It means that the moon is bright and the moon shines on the ditch, from south to north, from west to east. If you catch a glimpse of the beautiful woman, please tell me about your lovesickness by the moonlight. But if a person sleeps in Jiuquan, how can a few pieces of paper money float straight into Fengdu.
"If I hadn't joined the caravan, maybe these thirty or so people wouldn't have died at all." The young man added a few more pieces of yellow paper and looked at the two new tombs, but his eyes were full of confusion.
"Junior brother, you can't think like that." The scholar finally couldn't help but said, "As the saying goes, a Taoist can't help himself in the world. Who can explain clearly all the things here. I really can't blame you for this matter. In the final analysis, it is still Qi Xiang. What my son did was harmful to Tianhe, and he asked his master to kill him, and it was an act of retribution. It would not be appropriate for me to bear the blame for this on you alone."
"Boy Yun." Before he finished speaking, Lao Lu came up from behind the two of them, sat down between them, and said without hesitation, "I have to say a few words to you when I get here. I've been in the caravan for a long time, so it's normal to say You should know the various aspects of this caravan trade. To put it nicely, it’s called wandering the world, but in reality, it’s a shabby business where you make money by sticking your forehead to your waistband. Everyone must be prepared to die on the way. It’s not surprising to end up dead without any body parts.”
Obviously, the pill that the scholar handed to Old Lu was not an ordinary pill. In just half a day, Old Lu's injuries were completely healed. Even when he spoke and spoke, he was full of energy and did not show any signs of depression.
Lao Lu continued, "Do you know how many people in the caravan have died in the past ten years? There are only a few people who have survived to this day. For ordinary people in the world, living in the world is really a good thing. One day, even if you die on the road, you have nothing to complain about. I just heard this reading guy say, and I can probably guess a little bit, it is just retribution, there is no right and wrong. "
"If I don't come, at least the head of the family, Lao Sanjin, and even the entire caravan don't have to die because of me." Even though Lao Sanjin said this, the young man never raised his eyelids and always looked at the orange paper fire in front of him. Reluctant to move away.
Lao Lu sneered, cursed Yu Mu's head, and said, "Do you really think that everyone in the caravan has a black eye when they pass through the city? Speaking of sleeping soundly in broad daylight, you are the only one who can sleep soundly in broad daylight. Young man, everyone knows tacitly whether the young man in the portrait is you." The young man was stunned. No one mentioned this to him along the way. If Han Xi hadn't revealed it before his death, I'm afraid Still in the dark now.
"Everyone just thinks that you are a skilled man and a good person. That's why they kept it secret from you. Even if there were a few people with complicated thoughts, they finally let Tang Bufeng and Lao Sanjin secretly drink. After a while, over time, I no longer think about those things that are there and not." Lao Lu tapped Yun Zhong's shoulder and said in a deep voice, "If you have to say that there is something wrong with your kid, it is that the fist is not big enough and the sword is not big enough. Not fast enough. When people die, the lights go out, and those who are dead will die, and those who are alive must live well, and don't cry all day long."
After hearing these words, the scholar's eyes were filled with shock.
He is just a caravan man who has been struggling in the world of martial arts. He is indeed much more understanding than countless ordinary people.
Seeing that the young man's expression softened slightly, Lao Lu smiled slightly, threw half a knife of yellow paper into the fire, patted his butt and stood up, saying, "I heard from this scholar that he is your senior brother, and he came here just to take you back to the mountain." .I guess your master is also waiting eagerly on the mountain top. Don’t blame your senior brother for not coming earlier, and don’t blame your master for not taking you back to the master this morning. After all, what they think and what they encounter is It is not something that a young boy of your age can estimate."
The young man finally opened his mouth slowly and said, "Old Lu, come with me to the master's door."
Lao Lu laughed, "Don't worry, at my age, can I still go there to become a disciple? Besides, for half my life, I have been used to living in a caravan. If I were to be an idler on the mountain, I, Lao Lu, would still I have no time to spare. Naturally, I have to find a way to sell this batch of goods in the autumn market. When I return to Qiling, I can also find the families of these old friends and send some money."
"Boy Yun, if we are destined to meet each other somewhere, we don't have to wait long to see you off."
The young man wanted to say something more, but he saw the man with a straight face walking slowly towards the carriage along Wulingpo and waved to him.
The mountain breeze is blowing, and the magpies are flying south.
The man was walking alone on the mountain road. He somehow managed to pull open his clothes and roared the caravan's drinking order. The sound shook the whole country, and his feet were pierced with gold and iron.
"Three feet is a small life, but a martial artist."
"The old crow flows like water, and the west wind grows locust trees."
"You have three trips to clear pond water, and I have half a pot of fermented glutinous rice wine."
"Beyond the blue sky among the three mountains, in front of the Wumazhai Bridge."
"Now, listening to the rain, under the Wuling Mausoleum, I look alone and there are stars on my temples."
Stars too.
