Zhang San stopped in the snow with some anxiety, looked up at the upward alley, took a deep breath for a long time, and then comforted himself and said: "Be confident, it's just because of the snow, so those things are all gone." price goes up."
"Yes, that's it. You definitely don't have the money to cheat that god."
"Yes, that's it."
Zhang San held a large bucket full of things and began to walk towards the alley panting.
There was food in the bucket, as well as small chairs, small hot pots and other messy things. Zhang San probably made some money, but he was quite interested in naming the bucket used to hold things, called the Family Bucket.
After climbing up the slope leading up to the alley, Zhang San felt that this alley was very annoying for the first time.
Although most of the time, the scenery in this alley is wonderful. When the mountain moon rises, standing next to the alley and overlooking the world, the scenery above and below is very different and quite magnificent.
But it’s miserable when it snows.
In previous years, people would always break their legs in this alley.
This is why this alley becomes deserted every winter.
Zhang San almost broke his leg.
Breaking his leg was a trivial matter, mainly because he was holding a large bucket of things in his arms. If he broke these things, he wouldn't be able to explain it to the person who watched the mountains and rivers.
However, such a thing did not happen. Zhang San walked to the alley without any danger, rested for a while, and then continued walking towards the locust tree that looked like a white umbrella deep in the alley.
Just walking, Zhang San felt something was wrong.
There are no plum blossoms growing in the alley, so why can I smell the fragrance of plum blossoms?
Zhang San stopped under the locust tree and looked at the closed door, feeling that there seemed to be something strange in the alley.
While hesitating, he suddenly heard a cough coming from the yard.
And the backyard door was opened.
A Taoist priest who was bent over and coughing walked out with a pale face. He raised his eyes and glanced at Zhang San, then continued to cough and walked out of the alley.
Zhang San looked at the Taoist in horror.
There is a lot of blood on the Taoist's robe, like many red plums in full bloom.
Zhang San didn't know what happened, so he hurriedly put down the bucket and trotted inside.
As soon as he walked in, Zhang San was stunned. The Shanheguan Taoist who rented his own yard before was sitting at the door, also coughing non-stop.
Just like the person who went out earlier caught some wind chill, and then the wind chill was passed on to him.
It was still snowing non-stop in the yard, but there was some blood in the snow, like a plum tree that grew out of nowhere and suddenly poked out a branch in the yard.
"Chen Shenxian?" Zhang San called tentatively, "Are you okay?"
Chen Qingshan kept coughing, then raised his hand to wipe the corners of his lips, stood up, and walked towards the yard.
"nothing."
Chen Qingshan's voice was very soft and gentle, which made Zhang San feel a little numb.
"That......"
Zhang San wanted to say something else, but Chen Qingshan continued: "Have you bought back the things I asked you to buy before?"
"I bought it. It's just outside. I'll help you move in."
"Yes." Chen Qingshan nodded and continued walking on the snow-covered road in the yard.
It was clear that the yard was not spacious, but when Zhang San moved the barrel in, Chen Qingshan still had not finished walking the road.
"Close the door."
Chen Qingshan's voice was still very soft. Zhang San didn't have time to think about anything, he just followed Chen Qingshan's instructions.
He placed the bucket next to the courtyard door, then turned around and closed the courtyard door outwards.
"More..." Zhang San closed the door and was about to turn around and ask Chen Qingshan what else he wanted to do, when he saw the Taoist Taoist from Shanhe Guan suddenly fell into the snow.
"Chen Shenxian! Chen Shenxian!"
Zhang San ran toward the snow in panic.
The only sound in the yard was the sound of Zhang San stepping on the snow.
Zhang San squatted in front of Chen Qingshan, hesitated, and turned Chen Qingshan over. Sure enough, the snow under him was already full of blood. In Chen Qingshan's chest, he inserted a plum branch with all the white plums fallen.
Zhang San sat aside with his hands covered in blood, somewhat on the verge of crying.
It's over, and before I pay the fine, I'm going to be involved in a murder case.
Zhang San, Zhang San, why are you so unlucky?
By the way, you, the old man, are not a god, you will fall down no matter what.
Zhang San thought about the Taoist who opened the door and walked out like a sick man.
It seems that he is also a god.
When gods fight, why do you suffer?
Zhang San calmed down for a while, then stretched out his hand to Chen Qingshan's nose, and then he became happy again.
Damn it, I'm still angry!
Not dead yet.
Zhang San stood up happily, raised his hand and reached under Chen Qingshan's armpit, dragging him towards the eaves.
"Chen Shenxian, Chen Shenxian, hold on, I will call the doctor for you later. After I save your life, you will have to call me a living god."
While Zhang San was mumbling, he dragged Chen Qingshan up the steps of the yard in the snow and laid him flat under the eaves.
After checking again, I found that there were indeed no other wounds, only the plum branch stuck in the heart.
Zhang San took a look and muttered: "I don't know if the doctors in the city can save him."
But whether it can be saved depends on calling someone over to take a look.
If this was Huaidu, it would definitely be saved.
Many years ago, Li Asan, the Empress of Huai'an, had his heart dug out and put it back. He was still alive and well, but he went to Mojian Cliff to die with a plum branch stuck in his heart. That was nothing serious.
It's a pity that it's Shanyue City in the south, not Sophora City in the north.
Zhang San passed through the snow curtain, bent down and grabbed a handful of snow, wiped the blood off his hands, and then ran to the courtyard gate, planning to open the door and go out.
But when he was about to touch the courtyard door, everything in front of him suddenly changed.
He was still in the yard, he was clearly in the midst of a broken snowy mountain and river.
There is a big river flowing beside you.
Zhang San was stunned for a moment and looked back.
I saw that the Taoist priest from Shanhe Temple had sat up at some point. On the black Taoist robe, there were many Taoist inscriptions emerging, spreading continuously in the wind and snow.
Then it turned into a whole mountain valley, covering the entire courtyard.
There is no such thing as a small courtyard in an alley somewhere in Shanyue City.
Zhang San probably can no longer be regarded as a living god.
Chen Qingshan opened his eyes, his face was pale, and he kept coughing. Then he raised his hand and pulled out the plum branch from his chest.
The moment the plum branch was pulled out, the wind and snow were blowing wildly in the entire mountain and river. Zhang San squatted beside the river at a loss, looking at the Taoist mountain and river observer sitting on the top of the snowy mountain in the distance.
Turns out it’s really Chen Shenxian?
Zhang San looked on dumbfounded.
Chen Qingshan quietly looked at the bloody branch from a white plum tree outside the pass in his hand.
Of course Chen Qingshan is not that easy to kill.
What's more, Yun Zhusheng himself suffered an extremely serious sword injury on Mojian Cliff.
Chen Qingshan raised his hand and threw the plum branch down the mountain. Then he looked at Zhang San who was squatting by the river and was at a loss. He coughed twice and said, "I heard that you want me to call you a living god?"
Zhang San waved his hands in a hurry and said, "No, no, I'm just talking nonsense, how dare I."
There was a smile on Chen Qingshan's lips, but probably because his face was too pale, he didn't look that good-looking.
Zhang San squatted by the river, looked up at Chen Qingshan on Fengxue Mountain, thought for a moment, and said, "Is Chen Shenxian okay?"
Chen Qingshan coughed and said softly: "You were stabbed in the heart, will you be okay?"
fine?
It's been a long time.
Zhang San complained in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. He just shook his head and said, "I will die."
"Yes." Chen Qingshan said softly, "I can do it too."
"That......"
Zhang San looked at Chen Qingshan in the wind and snow hesitantly.
"Because I am a little saint in the world, the immortal Chen in the world." Chen Qingshan said with a soft smile.
Of course, Chen Qingshan is not a little saint, nor is he a god. It's just that when the plum branch passed through the ribs, it did not completely penetrate into the heart, but penetrated into a mountain and river.
That is what Zhang San saw, this somewhat broken mountains and rivers.
"But you can indeed become a living god." Chen Qingshan said slowly.
Zhang San was stunned for a moment and said, "Do you want me to call the doctor?"
Chen Qingshan chuckled and said, "No, just bring the wine you bought."
Zhang San looked around in the mountains and rivers, and finally saw the wooden barrel not far away.
Then he ran over in the wind and snow, picked up the jar of wine from the barrel, and walked towards the mountain.
Zhang San didn't ask why, after all, what Chen Shenxian said was what he said.
After climbing the mountain for a long time, Zhang Sancai finally stood in front of Chen Qingshan and handed him the pot of wine.
Chen Qingshan did not take it, but coughed softly and said: "Sprinkle the wine on this mountain and river. Don't spread too much, just half the jar will be enough."
Zhang San was holding the wine jar, but he was a little confused.
"What is this going to do?"
"Wash the wound." Chen Qingshan said calmly.
"Wash the wound?"
Zhang San looked at Chen Qingshan's heart and said, "Isn't the wound here?"
Chen Qingshan raised his hand and pointed at the mountains and rivers and said: "The wound is here."
Zhang San looked in the direction pointed by Chen Qingshan, and then stood there in a daze.
In the wind and snow of the distant mountains and rivers, there is a huge and rough trace, as if it has been torn apart, stretching between the sky and the earth. There are many blood-red dusk surging on the torn edges - maybe it is indeed blood.
"This is my origin mountain and river." Chen Qingshan said calmly, "It is injured and naturally needs to be washed."
Zhang San seemed to understand, but he still opened the wine seal, held the jar with both hands, and poured it into the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth.
The wine fell into the wind and snow, and was swept away in an instant, turning into a rhyme that filled the sky and spread to the entire world.
Then, on top of the torn trace, there were countless Daoist texts rising up.
Zhang San is still confused.
Next to him, Chen Qingshan raised a hand with a pale face and quietly looked at the Taoist texts hidden in the mountains and rivers.
"What are you thinking about, junior brother?"
Zhang San turned to look at the Taoist from Shanhe Temple, tasting the meaning in his words, and felt countless chills coming from him.
But what came was not the chill, but the shadows of mountains and rivers that surrounded Chen Qingshan. The Taoist from Shanhe Temple looked pale and groaned, but with cold eyes, he pointed out.
The mountains and rivers, wind and snow, gathered in that finger, and instantly fell to the mountains and rivers torn apart by plum branches.
Zhang San tried to see the scene over there clearly, but the mountains and rivers in the world were in chaos, the wind and snow rolled back, and thousands of golden lights emerged from the Taoist text. Zhang San could not see anything clearly, and only felt his eyes stinging, so he picked up his sleeves and covered his eyes. .
After a long time, the wind and snow stopped, and Zhang San heard the Taoist beside him say weakly: "You can open your eyes."
Zhang San put down his sleeves and stood blankly on the top of the mountain.
The wind and snow have faded.
The eyes are full of mountains and rivers, the spring light is flowing, the distant mountains are ethereal, the streams are beautiful, and a rainbow hangs in the distance, which is probably the wine that is sprinkled into the sky.
However, this scene only lasted for a moment, and everything in front of him once again became the small courtyard in the wind and snow.
Next to him, Chen Qingshan sat there quietly, blood dripping from his heart.
Zhang San still didn't know what happened, but Chen Qingshan had already taken the remaining half of the jar of wine from his hand, raised it to his heart, tilted the jar and poured it down.
This is naturally also cleaning the wound.
It wasn't until the blood was washed away that Chen Qingshan brought the wine jar to his lips, drank it all in one gulp, leaned over and coughed violently for a long time, then raised his head, looked at Zhang San quietly and said: " Mixed with water."
Zhang San: "..."
Then he honestly took out the secretly detained money bag from his arms.
Chen Qingshan said calmly: "If you want me to call you a living god, then buy another jar of wine."
Zhang San nodded hurriedly, and then walked out of the hospital.
"If it is still mixed with water, I will probably send you to see a real living god."
Zhang San trembled all over and hurriedly opened the door and left.
Chen Qingshan watched Zhang San leave, then covered his lips, leaned down, and coughed violently again.
After coughing for a long time, Chen Qingshan sat upright under the eaves again, quietly looked at the blood in his palms, turned to look north, and said nothing.
After a long time, Zhang San returned to the yard, carrying a head of snow again, carrying a jar of wine, and said sincerely: "Chen Shenxian, I personally supervised this time, and he definitely did not mix it with water."
Chen Qingshan did not take it, but just said: "Put it there."
"okay."
Zhang San was very satisfied with his errands this time.
He carefully put the wine jar aside, but found that Chen Qingshan beside him was looking at him quietly.
"I changed my mind."
Chen Qingshan's voice was very gentle.
Zhang San was so frightened that he lay down in the snow and kept kowtowing.
"It's really not mixed with water. Chen Shenxian, you have to believe me! I am a good citizen!"
Chen Qingshan said calmly: "The word "god" doesn't sound good, you should just call me Chen Zhenren."
Zhang San was stunned for a moment, and then he knocked his head down, making a banging sound.
Chen Qingshan stood up with his support on the ground, sighing softly and said: "It's hard to be a god, so I'd better be a real person."
Naturally, Zhang San didn't understand what it meant, so he knocked his bloody forehead and stood there in a daze.
Chen Shenxian doesn’t sound good, but what about Chen Zhenren?
Probably went to play gym.
After a long time, Zhang San looked at Chen Qingshan who stood up and looked at the heavy snow in the world, and said, "What does it mean to be a real person?"
Chen Qingshan said calmly: "It means doing what needs to be done."
Zhang San still didn’t understand.
"It's okay, let's go."
Zhang San covered his forehead and left the yard, turning his head three times.
Chen Qingshan stood alone under the eaves, and then he kept coughing, which made the whole courtyard full of wind and snow.
...
There was someone bending over in the snowy street, also coughing.
A passerby saw him like this and kindly handed him an umbrella.
However, the sick Taoist with thin clothes just shook his head, rejected the man's kindness, and continued to walk forward.
Zhuxi watched quietly from a short distance away, until the Taoist came closer, and then said calmly: "When will your mountain and river view be able to calm down?"
A young Taoist, a Taoist who came all the way from outside the Northern Pass, a Taoist dressed in the color of red plums.
Yun Zhusheng raised his head, stood firm on the railing on the roadside, coughed for a while, and then said softly: "It is more peaceful than the hell in the world that has been noisy for a thousand years."
Zhuxi said calmly: "Although Tianyu has a bad reputation, we are not the ones causing trouble. We are just doing our jobs and doing our own thing."
Yun Zhusheng chuckled softly, raised his head, looked at the person in front of him who was born in the Taoist Heavenly Prison, and then said: "Your seniors in Lin Ziguan don't think so."
"You also know that's senior. Lin Ziguan is quieter than anywhere else right now." Zhuxi said slowly.
Yun Zhusheng didn't say anything, he just kept coughing, causing the passers-by to keep looking over.
Zhuxi looked at him quietly for a long time, and then said: "It seems that you are also seriously injured."
Yun Zhusheng stood in the snow, his face pale but calm.
"After all, he is a senior disciple and the former top disciple of the Shan Sect."
"If you know this is the case, why do you still go to him?"
"I just happened to be passing by and saw him there, so I gave it a try."
Yun Zhusheng spoke very calmly.
Zhuxi was silent for a while and said: "I just happened to be passing by and wanted to kill him. It seems that in your mountain and river view, you are indeed brothers and sisters, and master and disciple are in harmony."
"Yes." Yun Zhusheng said softly, "Our mountain and river view is like this. Do you want to join the view?"
Zhuxi said coldly: "Let's forget it."
Yun Zhusheng let go of the guardrail, continued to bend over and cough, and walked towards the end of the long street.
Zhuxi turned around, looked at this young man who was walking in a mess in the snow, frowned and said, "Where are you going?"
Yun Zhusheng's voice came from the wind and snow.
"Go to the south, go to the south and kill someone."
Zhuxi said nothing more.
Whether they go to the south to kill people or they kill people in the north, it has nothing to do with their heaven and hell.
But when they passed by Shanyue City, he always came to take a look.
Compared with people who view mountains and rivers, Heavenly Prison may be like a cute and loyal little lover in the world.
That figure has gradually disappeared into the wind and snow.
Zhuxi was a little curious.
Will Lingnan stop this sick, stumbling person who has traveled through most of the world to kill people?
