Although autumn has not yet completely entered Qingping City, it is very much like the season of farewell, with white silk hung high on the Great Wall and sky lanterns set off at night.
Some people are grateful to have survived the disaster, some have their relatives buried with nowhere to be found, and some still drink 2 ounces of wine, raise their glasses to the moon, drink, and fall asleep.
Lu Fanchi woke up quietly at nightfall, and the time he spent in the sea of consciousness was no more than a stick of incense.
After sleeping for more than twenty days, I had no idea that the people in the small bamboo house were changing one after another.
Su Ran rested on her hands and fell asleep on the cool wooden table.
He glanced over and saw no one else except Su Ran.
After getting out of bed and walking into the courtyard, Zhao Chenyang leaned against the bamboo wall without looking back, listening to the slow footsteps of the people behind him. Although Lu Fanchi did not see him behind him, his lips were slightly raised to reassure him.
Before Lu Fanchi left, he sat on the steps. He didn't touch the ground for a long time, and he couldn't walk well.
He held up his dizzy head, probably because he had just asked Xuannv to take away the spiritual root, and he had no strength at all.
Lu Fanchi was dull for a moment. Although Zhao Chenyang was usually taciturn and his expression was bland, he could not tell that he was a pig butcher.
But at any rate, he hadn't woken up for a long time, and now that he was in front of him, he was so stunned that he didn't even fart.
The two of them quietly looked at the quiet bamboo forest at night.
The bones in Lu Fanchi's body were as hard as stone. He shrugged and turned his head. His hands had nowhere to rest. Everything looked so unnatural in the eyes of others.
Zhao Chenyang still didn't say a word.
Lu Fanchi raised his eyes and saw that Zhao Chenyang was indeed not asleep, and he could still feel that he was regulating the Qi in his body all the time.
"Are you OK?"
This sentence should have come from Zhao Chenyang's mouth, but Lu Fanchi couldn't help it, how could this man be so quiet.
Zhao Chenyang smiled and said: "Sir, I should be the one to ask you, are you okay?"
Lu Fanchi immediately cheered up and said, "It's something, something special."
Zhao Chenyang said: "Sir, you woke up at the wrong time. If you had been a few days earlier, you would still have seen Miss Wenren. She has already left with the senior Nanhai Sword Immortal. The others are probably busy with the war now."
, Mo Zhao and Ning Bai, it’s hard to see Mr. Lu Cui, I asked him to go home and rest. He... was too noisy. Miss Jiang Li is also busy repairing her flying ferry. Now in the bamboo house, there are only
Su Ran, I, and Mr.
While listening to what Zhao Chenyang said, Lu Fanchi counted the number of people in his mind and asked, "Where is Fan Qing?"
"We don't want to stay here and go back to the Annihilation Mansion. We also know that your husband will not embarrass a little girl, even though she tipped off Fang Daoquan."
Lu Fanchi put his hands on the ground behind his back, raised his head and sighed. Fan Qing was not a bad character. If he taught him a lesson and learned a craft, he might be able to open a tailor shop like Gracilaria.
From the bottom of his heart, Lu Fanchi would not blame a little girl. This kind of thing would be very difficult for an adult, let alone someone who has had low self-esteem since childhood.
The most regrettable thing was that he could not see Xiao Que'er. Before he woke up, I wanted to ask a few more questions about the Six Kingdoms, and I was more curious about Xiao Que'er.
Zhao Chenyang asked: "What are your plans next, sir?"
This sentence reminded Lu Fanchi that now that he was no longer bound by Xuan Nu, he should think about what to do next.
Lu Fanchi said: "Is there a way for me to enter Jinyuan Palace?"
Zhao Chenyang said: "Sir, are you worried about the current situation of Yuguo? At this point, sir, you can rest assured that Lan Boshan has entered the palace and diagnosed King Yu's illness. He will recover soon, and now all the affairs, big and small, are in Ningbai's control." In his hands, the officials headed by him are also helping. Without Fang Daoquan, many people are trying their best to restore the original situation... Yuguo is also under the control of the Xuannv Cult."
Lu Fanchi asked: "Lanbo Mountain? Who?"
Zhao Chenyang also sat down at this time and said: "I heard from him that he is also a member of Xuannv's religion. We have also verified his identity. Sir, don't worry. I don't know much about medical skills. At least I can trust the person chosen by Xuannv." It’s not bad.”
Speaking of which, there are still three Xuannv disciples who have not yet appeared, Lan Boshan is one of them, and there are two more.
Xuannv really likes to play tricks on her, and she doesn't know what she is going to do with Jiuding's energy, but even if she asks, she won't tell.
Yuguo is in a state of recuperation. Even if he sends troops immediately, it will undoubtedly ruin the fate of the country. Now there is enough time for Lu Fanchi to prepare step by step. If the six are integrated into one, the future will be long.
Lu Fanchi suddenly thought of the old drunkard and asked with a smile: "By the way, how is Chu Muqing? Are you recuperating like me?"
Seeing Zhao Chenyang remain silent, Lu Fanchi's questions also stopped at this moment.
People don't speak, so they care about understanding.
Even though Lu Fanchi understood this, he still subconsciously continued to ask: "Why? Don't speak?"
Zhao Chenyang turned to look at Lu Fanchi's sad smile and said lightly: "Dead."
As soon as he said this, Lu Fanchi's eyes surged, which was completely opposite to the quiet night at this moment. He could guess it, but why did he ask more questions?
Some things that you dare not face must be told by others before you are willing to accept them.
Lu Fanchi tried his best to pick up the bowl of water in his heart, stood up suddenly and left, running barefoot to the Chu Family Courtyard in the night.
For Lu Fanchi, his acquaintance with Chu Muqing was not fate, but a crime.
He committed an irreparable crime, that is, he believed Fang Daoquan and went to find Chu Muqing.
Why do we need to know each other when we meet? People who feel like old friends at first sight still leave because of themselves.
Mei Han, Wu Yu, Chu Muqing, and those who died on the battlefield and had never met each other.
Lu Fanchi's mind was immature when it came to worrying about gains and losses. He was even worse than a child who lost the candied haws in his hand and cried for a while before calming down.
If it were Lu Fanchi, he would always think about death and take all the blame on his shoulders.
If the mole had been discovered earlier, if Chu Muqing had not been found, and if Chu Muqing had not been allowed to participate in the ring that day, there would have been no desperate mandarin ducks.
How can you not blame your own incompetence for all this?
In the Chu Family Ancestral Hall, the leaves of the ancient phoenix vine can turn brilliantly red under the dark night.
But there is no Chu Yunchang under the tree.
Chu Xiang stood in front of the mourning hall.
The young man walking behind him was dressed in white and stood barefoot in the courtyard. The coldness coming from the ground was not as cold as the heart of the man in front of the tomb.
Chu Xiang turned around. The young man was panting, with regret written all over his face. His eyes were constantly searching under the plaque of "Born General", from top to bottom, from left to right.
Lu Fanchi felt a little lucky and said with a wry smile: "Why not? Not dead?"
Chu Xiang's eyes were lonely, and his mouth seemed to be sewn with stitches. He shook his head and walked to the door of a nearby room.
Lu Fanchi's eyes followed, and his legs couldn't help but follow.
The door was pushed open, and the fire pit in the room was still burning with unextinguished paper money. Snow-white paper flowers were in the middle of the top, white silk was hung on both sides, and underneath was a table with three spiritual tablets placed on it.
Half of the "Phoenix Wing" is next to one of the spiritual tablets.
Like its owner, it is lonely and lacks the glory of the past.
Lu Fanchi's voice trembled and he asked: "Why...can't it be under that plaque?"
"None of the three brothers of my father can make my grandfather worry. The middle one is my uncle, Chu Yunchang. He scolded King Yu in the court. The elders in the family said it was ruining the reputation of the Chu family. The third uncle, Chu Muqing,
, without the heart to inherit the family missionary, he has already deviated from the orthodoxy, and together with my uncle, he contradicted the former garrison general."
Just as he was about to talk about the next person, a hint of sadness appeared on Chu Xiang's lips, causing him to tremble and open his mouth, "My father, Chu Huaji... is suffering from a disease and obviously cannot go to the battlefield... I don't understand.
..Why are you willing to follow my third uncle until death? He is obviously the least qualified among the three, but he still has me..."
Lu Fanchi walked into the Phoenix Wing Spear, and the old drunkard's action of pouring wine was still forgotten. That day in the attic, the joke of "obeisance" hanging in his ears was the same as before.
This is the end of a generation of "unparalleled people in the world", but I have never seen General Chu's high spirits.
I just remember Shura on the battlefield, holding a gun and not falling down.
Is this a monk in the Heart and Bone Realm? If he is so vulnerable, why did he forcefully open the city gate?
Lu Fanchi asked: "So, are they not worthy of being a general in heaven?"
Chu Xiang's heart was as sharp as a knife and he didn't want to say anything. He said softly: "They are worthy, but they are not generals of the Chu family."
Lu Fanchi could not calm down for a long time, and everything Yu Guo and his party encountered were lost in a few words.
It was as if they all had the same experience and were reborn amidst human suffering.
Some of them raised their hands to cause life and death, while others let go and regretted it.
Both Mei Han and Chu Muqing have strong desires, the former is unyielding and the latter is naturally proud and unyielding.
The paths to pursue desires are different, but the ending is the same.
Desire is also a kind of human nature? Or is human nature simply the pursuit of desire?
Lu Fanchi also has desires.
He is a monk who purely desires glory and wealth, and is also a monk who wants to become a powerful figure and pursues immortality.
Looking at the weather-beaten walls of Qiulong Great Wall.
The stone tablet standing inside told him that he wanted this world to be free from war.
Humanity was as thin as the autumn clouds, and no elders of the Chu family came here to visit and pay their respects.
Lu Fanchi poured a few taels of rice wine in front of the tomb and murmured: "It is unparalleled in the world, it's just words."
A few days after leaving the Chu family, without Fan Qing, Lu Fanchi guarded the empty courtyard early in the morning.
On the other side of the Qiulong Great Wall, the customs were no longer closed, and more and more caravans passed by. The foreigners who originally stayed in Yuguo finally embarked on the road back home.
A young man in blue robes flew over the Dragon Prison Great Wall with a sword. Mo Zhao did not draw his bow, but still let the young man enter the barrier.
The young man came to Yuguo half a month ago, but at that time the customs were closed and he wandered outside the city for a long time.
He followed the spirit-seeking talisman in his hand all the way. After many responses to the talisman, the aura became stronger and stronger in the small bamboo forest outside Qingping City.
Finally, a piece of spiritual talisman fell from the sky and landed in the courtyard. Lu Fanchi looked at the talisman with lowered eyebrows and took out a similar talisman from his arms.
The young man sheathed his sword energy and stepped on the ground.