The sword moved very quickly, and Jun Bubai's white clothes were filled with warm wind.
I was flustered all the way, and my already low breathing was intermittent.
Lou Wanchun, the tiger transformed in Zheng Yidao's mouth, is partly fake and partly real, and he has no time to distinguish.
From east to west, north and south of Suzhou City, Jun Bubai's sword shuttled among the flocks of intertwined pigeons all over Guinong Villa.
Everything has the instinct to return to its nest.
The places Lou Wanchun can go to include Tianxia Tower, Wanchun Tower, and his old house outside the city.
There is no smoke in the world downstairs today, it is very cold.
Jun Bubai put his sleeves on the eaves and spread his consciousness, searching for Lou Wanchun's traces.
The first person who saw Jun Bubai was Mingyue. The white clothes made her feel frightened. She instinctively hid in the shadows and hurriedly hid the soy sauce beef in her hands. However, she couldn't control her thoughts and borrowed the hand of the wooden basin in front of the kitchen door. Reflection put on her makeup, turned over and landed on the eaves, walking side by side with him in the light.
Xie Husheng, who had finished a boxing session in the courtyard, saw Jun Bubai in white clothes when Mingyue jumped up to the eaves. He raised his head and shouted, "Oh, it's already noon by the looks of it. When will you start cooking?"
The coldness on Jun Bubai's face has not gone away, and his consciousness has not yet searched for Lou Wanchun. He said coldly and calmly: "You have to take care of a few bites of today's meal. There is something urgent to deal with in the building right now."
Xie Husheng clenched his fists and said kindly: "If you need help, just ask."
Jun Bubai raised his sword in the air, smiled, and immediately refused, "You don't need to take action for the time being. You can just help guard the stairs for a few days."
Xie Husheng opened his palms, held up a palm of Shuangfeng, and replied in a solemn voice: "Since you don't need me to take action, then don't delay here. I'm here to ensure that you go downstairs safely today."
Friendship between men does not need a perfunctory word of thanks.
You can fly far away with your sword in vain.
The bright moon stayed on the eaves until she couldn't see the white clothes. She looked away reluctantly and jumped off the eaves to cool down her mind in the coolness. I secretly wondered if I had eaten too much beef from Tianxialou. My second brother often said that eating people is short-sighted, and I felt guilty, so I took the initiative.
Thinking of Jun Bubai's white clothes, his cheeks were hot, and even the coolness of the falling sky could not cover up the commotion.
If the shade and coolness are not enough, then use fire attack, rush into the kitchen, light a fire and cook porridge. The bright moon made a nest of dry grass stalks and used it as a guide. She blew on the fire stick she carried with her and the flames started to rise, making her calm as water and getting rid of distracting thoughts.
There are two things I like most in my life, my second brother’s eight-treasure porridge and Tianxialou’s soy sauce beef. I’m eating these two things for lunch today.
When Jiang Xiaoyu rested in the courtyard, she practiced the breathing technique taught by Xie Husheng hundreds of times. Half a day was filled with boring boxing practice without any complaints. When the last bit of strength was squeezed out, her whole body became soft and helpless. The bone fish lay limp on the ground.
"Master, I want to eat lotus root fish." Jiang Xiaoyu begged helplessly.
Xie Husheng drank a pot of wine to soothe his throat, his eyes filled with fondness, "Wait, I'll catch fish."
Xie Husheng stepped away from Dongting.
A figure fell in front of the ruins of Wanchun Tower. There was a fire in Wanchun Tower last night, and the bustling scene was completely burned. Only the dark and messy objects that were burnt to ashes by the fire were left. Several thick beams and columns were half burnt black. Come out and stick it in the ruins.
A rickety woman called Jun Bubai and reminded her kindly: "This little brother, are you here to find someone? Unfortunately, there was a fire in Wanchun Building last night. The fire burned the sky red. , It’s a pity that Yang’s mother and the girl in this building will be homeless in the future.”
The old woman sighed, stooped, and walked slowly back to her alley. There was a lot of noise yesterday, and the people who were putting out fires in the streets and alleys did not go to bed until dawn, so the alley was deserted.
There was still no trace of Lou Wanchun. Jun Bubai's eyes were filled with sadness, he raised his sword intention and left with his sword.
The old woman at the alley propped up her crutches, took out a gray dove from her thick sleeves, and threw it into the air, where it merged with the flock of pigeons with intertwined feathers.
In the entire Suzhou City, I am afraid only the owner of the Villa, Bai Xiaosheng, knows how many informants there are in Guinong Villa.
Jun Bubai flew his sword out of the north of the city. The north of the city was cold and dark, and there were mostly low temples and ancestral halls. Evergreen pines and cypresses filled the courtyards, and bells hung from the corners of the roofs moved with the wind to comfort old friends.
Since her husband passed away, the old lady of the Lou family has also moved from the south to the north of the city. A green lantern and a small courtyard keep her quiet.
In the first few years, she would go out of the courtyard from time to time to see her useless son. Since Lou Wanchun and Yang's mother got married, the old lady had completely cut off their relationship with each other. In that small courtyard, she ate fasting and chanted Buddha's name, all alone.
The fragrance of the world lingers in the north of the city, and the sound of wooden fish echoes from daytime to midnight.
The murderous intention in Jun Bubai's heart was washed away by the sound of wooden fish, and the spiritual platform became clear.
The courtyard with gray walls and gray tiles is surrounded by a few sycamore trees. The yard is not big, but it is kept very decently by the old lady from the Lou family. No longer attached to the fireworks of the world, a large field of chrysanthemums has grown in the open space in the courtyard, with lush branches and leaves, waiting for the flowering period.
Jun Bubai pressed down his body, the sword wind swaying the chrysanthemum branches.
The old lady Lou had just finished her lunch. She was burning incense with her bare hands and coiled a string of beads in her hand. She turned her head slightly and looked at the strange young man in front of her. "The smell on your body is somewhat similar to that of my unfilial son. You are also from the world."
Jun Bubai bowed his hands, lowered his head and replied in a low voice: "Junior, Master of Tianxialou, Jun Bubai."
Mrs. Lou's thoughts that had been closed for many years were slightly turbulent, and her knuckles turned the beads quickly, "The host is here in person, but something happened to my unfilial son?"
Jun Bubai raised his head, not daring to look at each other. He stopped at the floating smoke clouds of the incense burner and said softly: "Last night there was a fire in Wanchun Tower. Mother Yang was poisoned by the thieves and the fetus in her belly could not be saved. Wan Spring is unbearable, my mind has turned into a demon, and now I am nowhere to be found.”
Old Mrs. Lou's face turned pale, and the beads in her hands formed phantoms. The windless smoke clouds disconnected and reconnected between the beads, "You came here to find him!"
Jun Bubai nodded in response.
Mrs. Lou was sitting cross-legged while twisting her Buddhist beads. She slowly opened the Buddhist scriptures copied in small regular script on a hairpin hand. The small characters on her head were mixed with red gold powder and shone brightly. "He hasn't been here for many years. Now that you are here to look for him, I'm afraid... You're in the wrong place, so the host had better not delay here."
The old lady Lou chanted scriptures in a low and solemn voice, like a Bodhisattva untainted by the world.
Jun Bubai stopped bothering me and went away with my sword.
In the small courtyard, the voice of the old woman chanting sutras gradually faded away, the Dharma image collapsed, and the curling smoke fell down to the common dust.
In the middle of the endless Taihu Lake, Xie Husheng, dressed in a green shirt, fell on the lake, and the mirror-like water reflected sparkling light.
In the middle of the lake, a woman dressed in white was waiting for him.
Xie Husheng has a bamboo fish basket on his waist. Several lotus root fish from the Jiang family fish pond are jumping happily in the fish basket. The fishy smell is very light, and the sweet smell of lotus flowers wafts out from the gaps in the bamboo basket. If it is not there, If we delay here, these fresh fish have been peeled off the scales and bones in the kitchen in the backyard of Tianxialou and fried until crispy.
Xie Husheng untied the fish basket and soaked it in the lake water. After the lotus flower fish got the water, it stopped making noises and swayed its tail, leisurely and contentedly.
Xie Husheng stood up, opened his full fist frame, and faced the woman in white, "How long have you been waiting here?"
"Five hours." April's voice was clear and clear, like a lion's roar. The fish in the lake dispersed in fright, then turned back in the empty and deep valley, spreading out and creating circles of ripples in the center of the lake.
Xie Husheng shook his neck to shake out the noise that filled his ears, "Quick decision, I have to go back to kill the fish."
April stopped answering, and filled her sleeves with light wind, hanging upside down in the middle of the lake, with her catkin-like palms imprinted on the surface of the lake.
There are no storms, no storms. The sound waves returning from the deep valley also stopped abruptly, and the center of the lake was as silent as a bronze mirror.
April's Qijue is insensible, and not only living creatures, but also everything around it will be affected.
The lotus flower fish in the fish basket fluttered a few times, forgot how to breathe, and suffocated in the water. In an instant, its white belly turned out and floated in the fish basket.
Xie Husheng searched all the fish ponds on Taihu Fairy Island before he found these two plump lotus flower fish. April's palm stopped them alive.
Seeing that his lunch was about to be gone, Xie Husheng sighed and punched out. The wind and frost in his fist made the entire lake condense quickly. The big ink-stained fish under his feet jumped out of the water, making a whale cry.
With the fist blowing out, Xie Husheng dodged to the side of the fish basket, picked it up with one hand, and punched in the breeze. The lotus fish with its white belly turned out was struck alive by the force of the fist and splashed with water.
He didn't bother to see what the scenery in the lake was like, and took a step away from the cave.
April exited the center of the lake and stood beside the lake bank, her white clothes dripping wet and clinging to her body.
The big fish with the roaring whale fell into the water and returned to Taihu Lake.
April spitted out a mouthful of turbid blood, and a low rose bloomed at the corner of her skirt. She urged her inner strength to dry her clothes, and shouted in a concentrated voice towards the place where Xie Husheng disappeared: "Tomorrow at this time, I will still be here waiting for you."
Xie Husheng was already thousands of miles away from Dongting, but he was still caught up by the lion's roar in April, making noises in his ears. He turned over and landed on the eaves of a roof, overlooking Taihu Lake in the distance. The white clothes lingered in front of his eyes.
"The people in Mingyue Tower are really stubborn."
Xie Hushang sighed and stepped away from the cave. Not wanting to kill, he punched twice. The woman named April retreated without knowing the difficulty. No wonder Mingyue Tower has the best reputation in the world. No matter how much money the Wang family spent on this transaction, It’s all very worthwhile.
With such entanglement, when will it end? It is better to be merciless next time we meet.
Xie Husheng had landed in the backyard of Tianxialou. The murderous thoughts that had just arisen crumpled into a ball of tenderness in front of Jiang Xiaoyu. He raised the fish basket and showed off: "The master of the lotus root fish you want to eat has caught it."
Jiang Xiaoyu turned away from the bluestone, looked at the dripping fish basket, and said feebly: "Master, do you know what to do?"
The smile on Xie Husheng's face froze. He never cooked. Killing fish was okay, but even A Mo despised cooking. Xie Husheng put down the fish basket and tentatively said: "Why don't you keep it first, and then eat the fish when the people who know how to cook them come back."
In Tianxialou, known as the best restaurant in the world, with countless delicacies, there will also be the worry of not having anything to eat.
Jiang Xiaoyu stroked his shriveled belly. The dent visible to the naked eye was about to touch his back, and he said feebly: "Then what should we eat for lunch?"
There was the sweet smell of eight-treasure porridge in the kitchen smoke. Xie Husheng took a deep breath and said, "How about you go to that sister and beg for a bowl of porridge."
Jiang Xiaoyu emphasized like an adult and complained, "It's so hard to practice boxing every day. How can I feel full just by drinking porridge? I don't have the energy to practice boxing."
The punch could not be delayed. Xie Husheng kicked the fish basket and gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, master will cook today and let you eat lotus root fish."
There were fireworks again in the kitchen, and two fresh lotus root fish were cooked in Xie Husheng's hands.
For the next three days, Jiang Xiaoyu never mentioned eating fish again. He drank porridge with Mingyue for three meals a day. He would also chew a large piece of the bitter and difficult-to-swallow soy sauce beef when his muscles and bones were weak, to forget about his master. The shadow of cooking a meal of lotus root fish.
