When it was time to light the lamp, in a guest room in the outer courtyard of Shaoyang Courtyard, Lu Qiyun stood in front of the independent window, frowning slightly, and rarely showed his thoughts on his face.
It was only today that he learned that the Shaoyang Courtyard, where the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty lived, was divided into an inner and outer courtyard. The outer courtyard was where the prince's daily affairs were conducted, and foreign guests could stay overnight.
His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince, had not been in charge of the affairs for three days. He immediately got busy after taking off the donkey skin. He only asked Xia Daban to take Lu Qing to the guest house in the outer court to rest for the night, and meet the king together tomorrow before they hurried away.
Royal reward for meritorious deeds is the proper meaning in the title. Naturally, what bothers Lu Qiyun is not this, but the complicated and confusing thoughts that arise in his heart after seeing the black donkey skin.
It was as if I had forgotten something extremely important, someone or something, and I could barely remember it, but I couldn't see the true face behind a curtain.
Lu Qiyun had never felt this way before in his life, but it was so real. How could he not feel suspicious?
At this moment, a childish voice suddenly sounded in the quiet guest house: "Brother, why are you worried?"
"who?"
Lu Qiyun was horrified and immediately turned around to look around, but he didn't see a single figure.
"It's me, little brother!"
As the voice sounded again, Lu Qiyun's cold eyes suddenly stared at the square table in the center of the guest room.
Apart from the tea set and candlesticks, there was only the leather box passed down from Master Luo on the table.
The young Taoist priest's face darkened, he quickly walked to the table, stretched out his hand to press the lid of the box tightly, and asked in a cold voice: "Who are you?"
The next moment, the previous voice came out from the box as expected: "The younger brother is Qi Huchan! Brother, let me out quickly, it's very tight here!"
"Qi Huchan?"
Hearing this name, the feeling of déjà vu once again arose in Lu Qiyun's heart.
The young Taoist priest's eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light, and a cold smile appeared on his face: "I want to see what the poor Taoist is pretending to be!"
After that, he grabbed the leather box, opened the lid suddenly, and at the same time flipped his wrist, turned the leather box upside down, and tipped it downwards!
"Ouch!"
With an exclamation, a little man no longer than an index finger fell out of the leather box and fell on the table with a thud.
Lu Qiyun looked at it intently, and saw that this young man had red lips and white teeth, and a bald head that looked like a little monk. His clothes were also in the style of a monk's clothes, but they were made of a piece of colorful tiger skin. He was furry and plump, and looked a bit nondescript. .
Seeing this, Lu Qiyun couldn't help but secretly thought: "With tiger skin as a monk's robe, no wonder it is called Tiger Zen!"
The young monk who called himself Qi Huchan seemed to have fallen badly. He grinned and rubbed his butt as he climbed up. The table he stood on was not as high as the candlestick beside him. He had no choice but to raise his head and look at Lu Qiyun beside the table, staring. He closed his eyes and complained: "Eldest brother just used me to skin the crown prince, why did he turn his back on me in the blink of an eye?"
Lu Qiyun saw that although this young monk had a strange appearance, his words and deeds did not look like some vicious demon, so his tone softened slightly: "Are you transformed by the razor in this box?"
As he asked, he looked at the leather box in his hand. The tools contained in it were each fixed with a sandwich and a strap. At this time, they were all in their respective places. Indeed, only the position where the razor was was empty.
"Which razor is that? My brother is good at peeling skin and gouging out hearts, but he has never made any razor?"
The little monk became confused, and his face became even more suspicious.
He scratched his shiny head and paced back and forth on the table, looking left and right around the young Taoist priest, and murmured in a low voice: "It's the eldest brother, right? But he just changed his body. You changed your clothes and your name, why did you suddenly become so stupid that you can’t even recognize me as your biological brother?" Chinese website
The young monk's muttering was not avoided. Lu Qiyun heard it, his face became serious again, he shook his head and said: "I was born with this name, and I have never changed it."
Qi Huchan became more and more confused, rolled his eyes, and suddenly said loudly and without thinking: "I, the Qi family of Linzhou, have our own rules. The first one is to be sincere and upright, and to respect the heaven and the ancestor.
Act with integrity and respect without any shame! "
After saying that, the young monk standing on the table suddenly raised a white and tender little hand, pointed at the young Taoist priest and shouted: "Qi Jingzhi, if you change your name, you will... Oh, you will violate the law of respecting heaven." This sentence! Do you know your sin?"
When Lu Qiyun heard the first sentence "Linzhou Qi family", he felt as if there was thunder in his ears. In front of him, the world was upside down and everything was spinning. He could not clearly hear what Qi Huchan said next.
He just thought that he had fallen in love with the little monk's teaching, and immediately closed his eyes and guarded his mind, isolating the inside and outside. After he took a breath, he followed his previous memory, suddenly reached out his right hand that had been holding the knife all the time, and grasped Qi Huchan. Give it a good pinch!
The little monk let out a scream, and a bright cold light suddenly appeared on his body.
Lu Qiyun was caught off guard and felt a sharp pain in his palm, and subconsciously loosened his fingers.
With a snap, Qi Huchan's small body fell on the table again.
Lu Qiyun suddenly retracted his hand, opened his eyes and looked down, only to see blood dripping between his palms and fingers.
He stared at the little monk who was lying motionless on the table with his butt sticking out. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Don't pretend to be dead! You are the knife made by Master Luo, why did you harm me?"
Hearing this, Qi Huchan slowly climbed up from the table, his little eyes looked like he was looking at a fool, and he stared at Lu Qiyun for a long time. Suddenly he became dejected and murmured to himself: "So the eldest brother is real. You’re stupid, I probably won’t be able to defeat the demon atmosphere and tame the mountains and rivers together in the future…”
"Hey! You and I are brothers, but today we actually got into a fight and saw blood. Instead of turning against each other, it's better to break up and find a way out, so that we can still have some sympathy when we meet in the future! Anyway, there is that idiot Lao Jian who is holding out his body. There is no shortage of me to accompany you."
After that, the little monk turned away with his head drooped.
"What a mess! Want to leave?"
Lu Qiyun had already suffered a big loss and was unwilling to let go at this time. He immediately sneered, grabbed the leather box, hooded his head towards the little monk, and locked the spirit transformed from the razor into the box.
As the saying goes, one thing reduces another, this leather box is the actual scabbard of the razor. No matter how sharp the little monk's blade is, he can't escape.
Qi Huchan was indeed extremely honest and did not struggle at all. He just said in a muffled voice through the leather box: "Brother is about to succeed in his heart and soul. He doesn't want to be jealous of talents and suddenly becomes a fool. In this way, don't say that eldest brother wants to live his life. My great ambition to be free and easy is no longer possible, and even eating, drinking, and defecation are a bit difficult."
"Huh? If the eldest brother lives his life stupidly from now on, he seems to be quite carefree. At least he doesn't know what it means to be worried! It's not like me. I look like I'm either worried to death or suffocated... Ouch! I'm so annoyed!"
The young monk muttered in the leather box. Although Lu Qiyun became more and more confused, he still listened patiently for a long time.
When he heard the so-called great ambition of being free and easy, the young Taoist priest couldn't help but sneered. He felt more and more that the young monk had recognized the wrong person, and he was quite disdainful of the elder brother in his mouth.
Qi Huchan muttered to himself for a while, then suddenly remembered the sneers outside the box just now, and asked in confusion: "Why are you laughing, brother?"
"Hmph! I'm laughing at you. Your big brother can't hold up the wall with mud. What kind of ambition is being carefree?"
When saying this, Lu Qiyun slowly looked around, with a very complicated expression on his face.
Although this place is just an ordinary guest house in the outer courtyard of Shaoyang Courtyard, the furnishings inside and outside are much better than the small Taoist house he had in Baiyun Temple!
Not to mention that in Baiyun Temple, he was just living under someone else's roof and begging for food! The Taoist priests in the temple will only remember him, Master Xiao Luo, when they need to shave their heads and shave their faces!
Thinking of this, the young Taoist priest said in a sonorous voice: "When a man is alive, he eats the food of the cauldron, and when he dies, he eats the food of the temple. Only then can he live up to this life!"
Hearing this, the little monk in the leather box seemed to be stunned. He reacted for a while and then said dullly: "What does the elder brother mean? My younger brother doesn't understand..."
