: This feeling can be remembered

A horse cannot fatten without night grass, and a man cannot survive without money.

These words are probably perfect for those of us now.

To become a monk or nun, to be outsiders and outsiders, in the end, you cannot escape the word money. This shows that no one in this world can really be truly transcendent.

Zhang Xinya is the shopkeeper of Zhenwu Temple. She is extremely generous. Not only the medicinal materials listed by my master, but also the food and drink items almost fill the trunk. On the contrary, when passing by to choose cosmetics for herself, she hesitated and picked them up with great enthusiasm.

I came looking for something cheap, but I finally stopped me. A girl with a good figure and good looks had been working hard all day long with us, and she had inevitably left many marks on her body. If we continue to work hard,

I'm afraid it would have been destroyed long ago.

I know who she is saving money for, but saving money like this will make the men in the Zhenwu Temple lose their lives. Even Lao Bai said that he is obviously very capable, so why save money? Not to mention that he still has a lot of savings.

It's not enough. I tried my best to give Mr. Zhang a beating, but also asked for some money from the dead. The living people can't survive, so who will care about the rules.

Several people talked hard and finally got the head of the family to stop treating them harshly.

After returning to the Zhenwu Temple and putting down the medicinal materials, my master drove away a few of us and did not allow us to serve and take care of him.

With no other option, they could only disperse and wait for the result with anxiety.

What's interesting is that the problem of Ling Ying's family of three has been solved, but they refuse to leave.

This girl Ling Ying sits in the yard every day, staring longingly at my master's house.

It's not easy for me to chase people away. Ling Ying's father is very transparent and knows that she and others are not so popular. He came over to me with a smile and said, "I can't thank you for saving my life. It's too deceiving. It's just that Wushuang took the lead in this matter."

, Wushuang had already promised at that time that he must follow the rules of the ferryman, save lives first, and then raise conditions. Whatever the ferryman asked for must belong to the other party. Now that Wushuang was unconscious, they could only wait.

These words are a bit vain. Along the way, this family has experienced many life and death struggles and has undergone many changes. At this point, all the hatred and discord at the beginning have become a passing thing. See Wushuang's treatment of Ling Ying.

From the look, I knew he might not be able to do it.

I can probably guess Ling Ying's plan, but it's hard to mend a broken mirror, and it's hard to recover when it's covered with water. Even though Ling Ying told me more than once that she and that person were very clean, there was no way back after all. When Wu Shuang saw

The moment she kissed that person, there was no going back between the two of them. I know Wushuang too well, but it's not my turn to talk about it, so I simply don't care about it anymore.

That night was not peaceful. At about two or three o'clock in the morning, an extremely violent scream suddenly came from my master's house.

That voice was clearly unparalleled.

I didn't bother to put on my clothes and rushed out in a hurry, but I didn't see Wushuang. My master appeared at the door early and stopped everyone. He didn't even bother to give an explanation. He waved his hand and just said to go back to sleep.

My master is not the kind of person who likes to make people worry. What he said can only mean that he is not sure about Wushuang's situation.

With anxiety and worries, Xiaozhi and I huddled in the room and chatted aimlessly all night, but couldn't sleep.

Coincidentally, the lights in the other rooms were also on all night.

At breakfast the next day, a few people with depressed expressions met, staring at each other's bloodshot eyes like spider webs, looking at each other speechlessly.

“I have to go check it out!!”

Zhang Xinya was impatient and pushed her rice bowl forward. Just as she was about to go out, the kitchen door opened with a creak.

My master is in front, and behind him, a handsome young girl-like person with a slightly blushing face follows closely behind him. Who else could it be if he wasn't Wushuang?

Plop!

I could hear something falling in my heart, whether it was tiredness or anxiety, it was all gone!

Perhaps we people have seen too much life and death, so when we or our companions broke out from the Palace of Hell, we were never able to show the joy of chicken blood. In addition to feeling comfortable all over, we could not express our happiness.

His attitude seemed to be numb.

Only Ling Ying, with red eyes, was sobbing softly, telling us that this was the reaction a normal person should have.

"Have a meal."

My master said two words expressionlessly, and Wushuang hurriedly sat down next to me.

I gave him an elbow, he gave me an elbow gently, and I gave him another elbow. The two of them made small movements and laughed at the same time.

After the meal, my master called Wushuang to the courtyard and asked him to bring out the ancestral weapon. Qingfeng raised his chin at Wushuang and asked Wushuang to attack with all his strength with the Mo Dao.

This is the real show!

Lao Bai and I squatted down in the corner like old farmers in the countryside, looking a little excited.

Wushuang can wake up, which means that he must have taken a big step forward. I also want to see how fierce he is now!

Mo Dao was raised diagonally, and the blade danced with a cold light in the blue sky and white sun, which was a bit bright and dazzling.

"kill!!"

Wushuang's shyness was gone. The wind passed by and slightly raised his long bangs, revealing his narrow eyes. Then, he moved and swung his sword down with a force like thunder.

Nothing fancy, but a very scary blow!

I couldn't help but straighten my upper body a little, and after a careful evaluation, I felt that if I blocked the blow with a horizontal sword, the result would be very disastrous, and I might be killed on the spot.

Brother Yaozi said nothing, but his tense expression told me that his results would not be very optimistic.

Keng!!

There was only one blow. My master raised his sword and deflected the powerful blow.

Then Wushuang took three steps back, panting violently, with a look of horror in his eyes. My master took a step back, but when his right foot landed on the ground, there was a "pop" and the square brick under his feet cracked.

“Not bad, very good!”

A smile appeared on my master's face. It was almost a miracle to hear these words from his mouth. It showed how good it was. Then, he glanced at Xiaozhi, with a complicated look in his eyes, and then said to Brother Yaozi:

"Let's get ready in the afternoon. I'll go with you on this trip!"

Needless to say where to go - Liu went to his tomb!!

"Okay!"

Brother Yaozi responded, patted his butt and stood up, greeted Zhang Xinya and Lao Bai, then grabbed Xiao Zhi, and set off immediately.

I didn't follow him. I went back to my room and started preparing some talismans that I might need.

Wushuang seemed to have some insights after giving my master a blow, and kept sitting blankly in the pavilion basking in the sun.

In the morning, Ling Ying appeared behind him quietly. Wu Shuang turned around, the two looked at each other for a moment, and Ling Ying took the lead to walk out of the mountain gate.

After a moment, Wushuang followed closely.

I saw all this very clearly in the room and scratched my head. In the end, I didn't shamelessly use the sight to eavesdrop. It was too indecent.

The two of them had been gone for a long time. I could have guessed Wu Shuang's decision, but gradually I began to feel uncertain. Just when I was about to go out to take a look, Ling Ying came back with her head lowered and went to his parents' room.

After a while, the three people left quietly.

"Let's just cut it off when it's time to cut it off. If it doesn't get cut off, it will become messy. That's fine!"

I looked at the backs of the three of them and murmured to myself. Somehow, I suddenly thought of that vague figure of her again. Then, somehow, the image of Zhao Yao appeared in my mind, and I shook my head fiercely.

Putting aside these miscellaneous thoughts, I put pen to paper again. The ink pen left a bright red mark on the paper. Just when I was about to continue, Ling Ying's shout suddenly came from outside the mountain gate.

"Wushuang, I have recognized you in this life. I am sorry for you. I owe you, so I will use this life to pay you back. I will wait for you. This heart will never change again. If one day,

When you want to have a family, you must remember to think of me, I hope I am not chicken-skinned and gray-haired then!"

"..."

My hand holding the pen trembled, and the talisman that was supposed to be completed in one go fell into chaos.

If the regulations are messed up, this talisman will be useless.

"It's useless..."

I sighed softly.

Not long after, Wushuang came back dejectedly, still hugging the mattress. This was what I ordered him to do. In order to prevent this kid from going astray, he must come over and live with me.

I glanced sideways at this guy and said with a smile: "The ferryman never does anything without pay. Didn't you grit your teeth and say you can do whatever you want before? What exactly do you want!?"

"I don't want anything..."

Wushuang drooped his head like a defeated rooster.

I curled my lips and said, "That's what I guessed. Come on, give me a speech."

"This feeling can be remembered."

Wushuang shook his head, as if he suddenly realized something, looked back at me, and said quietly: "You don't understand..."

After saying that, he put his hands behind his back and left.

Despised?

For a moment, I had this thought.

Then, I became more and more certain.

Yes, definitely despised!

"You fucking..."

My mood was completely destroyed, I grabbed the ink cartridge and was about to throw it away, but I was a little reluctant to let it go, so I gave up the ink cartridge and chased after him with a flying kick.
To be continued...