The deep valley of Mang Mountain, the grass and trees in the setting sun.
Yang Zhaoxi climbed all the way carrying many packages, and finally returned to Yangliu Villa.
The two willow trees at the entrance of the village still fulfilled their duties, standing silently and gently swaying their branches. They seemed to be used to the four seasons and the people of the mountain village coming and going.
Being close to home made him even more timid. Thinking of the incident more than a month ago, Yang Chaoxi's heart twitched violently. Thinking of the purpose of this trip, his eyes were full of struggle, and he stood there for a long time before suppressing it.
Just a flash of his body, but he had disappeared. After a few breaths, he saw a man running out of the village. He was about seven feet tall and his body was lean. He was wrapped in brown clothes and seemed to be swaying. It was the Mangshan regiment training soldiers.
The scout in the camp is called Hou Ji.
Hou Ji was nearly forty years old and married a girl from the village. He also had children. The son practiced with him every day and occasionally went to the mountains to hunt, while the daughter stayed with his wife in the village, cooking and farming every day.
According to the arrangement of Dashi in Zhengguan, it was his turn to be on duty at the entrance of the village that day to prevent bandits, tigers and wolves from entering the village and hurting people. The stone spears and spears in the past had long been replaced by iron weapons.
In the hand, it feels majestic.
Originally, they would be on duty until sunset, and some regiment brothers would come over to change the defense. Hou Ji had already jumped down from the willow branch and stretched himself. From the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a strange figure walking away on the mountain road outside the village.
It seemed like he had seen it somewhere before, but it felt strange. When he looked again, the mountain road was empty, and the figure disappeared out of thin air.
Hou Ji was alert. He picked up the iron spear and ran up to check, but found nothing. He couldn't help but muttered: "Is it because I'm dazzled?"
In the courtyard of the thatched cottage, the afterglow turned everything golden.
As usual, Lu Qiuniang was carrying a large basket of fresh mulberry leaves on her back. She opened the firewood door of her house and was about to change the silkworms. She saw a man standing in the center of the courtyard, with his hands clasped behind his back, looking around.
Hearing the sound, the man suddenly turned his head and said happily: "Qiu Niang! I..."
"What are you doing here!" Lu Qiuniang interrupted angrily, her already tired face suddenly covered with frost, "Who allowed you to come to my house without permission! If you don't get out of here, I, I will
We’re going to call someone!”
Lu Qiuniang's chest rose and fell, as if she was out of breath. While she slowly put down the bamboo basket, she picked up a firewood stick as thick as her wrist and held it in front of her chest.
The man was tall and tall, with a jade tree facing the wind, but his expression was miserable: "Qiuniang... I'll just say a few words and then leave, okay?" Seeing Lu Qiuniang's face gloomy and noncommittal, he boldly continued, "Just half a month ago.
, I went out to work in the city, and I had put my life aside, thinking that it would be better to die...better than to suffer like this day and night.
But God's will did not allow it, and I survived. I, I thought at that time, even if I can no longer have delusional thoughts about you... I don't have much left in my life. If I can guard you and look at you from now on, maybe this will happen.
I won't have any regrets in my life! Qiuniang! Qiuniang...are you still willing to call me 'Brother Changqing'?"
Lu Qiuniang's eyes were getting red, but her anger had not dissipated: "I, are we familiar with each other?! If you keep talking nonsense... If you don't get out, I won't be polite!"
As he said this, he picked up the stick and hit the man in the face.
"Bang!"
The wood stick hit his forehead, and it immediately swelled up. The man did not dodge, but he ate it honestly, with a smile on his face: "Qiu Niang, I came uninvited, and I'm better at it."
Breaking into your house, this time, I deserve it. I, I just ask you not to drive me away, I just hope that I can see you every day, and I will be satisfied..."
"Luo Changqing, are you crazy? I have become someone else's wife, and even more so a mother... You'd better give up and let go of this obsession!"
Lu Qiuniang felt even more mixed emotions in her heart when she saw him looking shaky but foolish.
When the stick was struck, I thought he would dodge, so he used all his strength. Unexpectedly, he accepted it happily. At this time, the swelling had actually split open, and a stream of pus and blood flowed out, covering a face that had suffered many vicissitudes of life.
Split into two halves vertically.
Lu Qiuniang finally panicked, and quickly took out a handkerchief for wiping sweat from her arms, threw it at him and said: "You, wipe the blood quickly and go down the mountain! Don't come back again in the future."
After saying that, he threw away the firewood sticks, picked up the basket of mulberry leaves again, and headed for the silkworm room made of thatch.
Unexpectedly, Luo Changqing suddenly rushed up, knelt down on her knees, grabbed one of her sleeves and said: "Qiu Niang! Don't drive me down the mountain... I have abandoned the secular affairs of the city, I just hope that I can guard you from now on."
.Never...never bother you, okay?"
"Crash--" The mulberry leaf basket overturned to the ground.
Lu Qiuniang's face turned red and she wanted to get away, but her strength was limited and she couldn't get away. She could only shout in a cold voice: "You! Let go!"
Luo Changqing just knelt down and begged, but refused to let go. Lu Qiuniang was immediately angry and pulled suddenly. There was a "chi la" sound, and he actually pulled off a section of the sleeve, revealing half of her white lotus root arm.
"What are you going to do!" Lu Qiuniang screamed immediately, thinking that he couldn't be softened, so she decided to use force.
Luo Changqing was also stunned, staring at the half sleeve in his hand, and wanted to explain. Suddenly he felt a sudden gust of wind coming, and when he turned to resist, he felt a strong force, mixed with strong inner strength, and hit him solidly.
The body suddenly became light and flew up into the air. In less than half a breath, it hit a row of wooden fences hard, instantly opening a gap in the wooden fence.
However, the castration did not fade, and Luo Changqing was like a log, and he really "rolled" out of the hut courtyard. When he tried to struggle to get up, he felt a sharp pain in his back, and he couldn't help but gasped, and fell back to the ground.
This sudden change made even Lu Qiuniang shocked. When she saw the face of the person who made the move, she couldn't help crying with joy: "It's Xi'er who's back! I miss you so much... Why did I buy so many things?"
Did Master Qingguan take you down the mountain?"
However, Yang Zhaoxi first looked at Luo Changqing outside the wooden fence and said coldly: "Uncle Luo Shi! My mother has made it very clear that you are not allowed to come to this villa again. If you still keep pestering me, don't blame me for being ruthless with my sword."
!”
After saying that, he unloaded the baggage and ran to Lu Qiuniang in a few steps, "Mother! The child came back late, and others almost bullied you! Recently, most of the brothers in Guanzhong went down the mountain with the masters to practice. The child is in Tongyuan.
He has been a common man for more than ten days and earned some money. These things are bought to honor you."
Lu Qiuniang nodded with a smile, held his shoulders and looked at him again and again, her heart filled with joy. Seeing his sudden attack, she knocked Luo Changqing away, and she couldn't help but worry: "Xi'er, I know you are not good at martial arts."
Damn, that blow just now didn’t kill him, did it?”
Yang Chaoxi leaned down and helped her pick up the mulberry leaves, while smiling and saying: "Children have their own sense of propriety. Besides, Uncle Luo Shi is also quite skilled. How can he be afraid of the power of my palm?"
After all, seeing the worried look in her mother's eyes, Yang Chaoxi knew that she couldn't let go after all.
Then he went around the wooden fence again and squatted in front of Luo Changqing. Seeing that his facial features were twisted together in pain, he couldn't help but teased: "Does it hurt?"
Luo Changqing slowly raised his left arm, pointed at his back, grinned and said: "My back... hurts..."
Yang Chaoxi nodded slightly, lifted his upper body up, and then continued: "Uncle Luo Shi, should I call you Xuantu Dharma Protector, or Zuo Jiaofang Deputy Envoy? Everyone in Zoroastrianism thought you died in Paomaling, and there was no trace of your body.
, I wonder how happy they would be if they knew you were still alive."
Luo Changqing's expression changed slightly: "Young Master Yang, I didn't know that you were Qiuniang's child... We haven't seen each other for several years, but you are already so amazing. I hope that Young Master will keep it secret about my narrow escape from death and just treat it like that."
Luo Changqing, who was involved in the dispute between Zoroastrianism and Taiwei Palace, has died in Paomaling. I don’t have much left to live, and I want to live for myself..."
Yang Chaoxi raised her eyebrows and said, "That's okay. But it's wrong for you to bother my mother! I want you to respond to my request, otherwise, I will ask you to fake your death and become your real death."
Luo Changqing gritted his teeth, not knowing whether it was because of the unbearable pain or because he had made up his mind. He slowly said, "Young Master Yang, please speak."
Yang Chaoxi's eagle eyes narrowed and she stared at him and said: "I want you to swear that from today on, you will not step foot in this Yangliu Villa again, let alone disturb my mother's purity."
Luo Changqing's heart sank, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, feeling indescribably sad and unwilling. But the person in front of him was Qiuniang's child. He could neither be disrespectful to his elders nor argue or fight with him, let alone obey him.
, let’s get entangled again.
After pondering for a long time, he sighed: "If you miss it, you will miss it! It's my obsession that makes Qiuniang embarrassed... Then, if I would like to enter Buddhism and practice hard in the middle of the mountain with Zen Master Huilang, is it okay?"
When Yang Chaoxi heard that he actually wanted to become a monk, he immediately replied: "If you only build a hut in the middle of the mountain, you will not be included in this villa; and as a disciple of the Shimen ordained, the rules are strict, and you will never be allowed to do anything arbitrarily.
It's just that whether Monk Huilang is willing to teach you sutras, cut off your hair, and ask for ultimatums on your behalf is not a matter of your wishful thinking. If he refuses to accept you, you still have to go down the mountain and leave everyone alone!"
Luo Changqing saw that his words were dead and there was no room for change, so he said again: "That's good. It's already late today. Tomorrow... you can follow me to the thatched cottage in the middle of the mountain to see the Zen Master Huilang."
It's just... I'm just injured and my vitality is too strong. If I leave the village, I'm afraid... I'm afraid of attracting wild beasts. Can you allow me to stay in the village for one night?"
Only then did Yang Chaoxi suddenly realize: He had not struck hard just now, so why was he in such pain? It turned out that he was injured. The wound must have burst open when he fell, and he couldn't get up for a long time.
When I thought of this, I felt a sense of apology in my heart, and couldn't help but ask: "Where is the injury?"
Luo Changqing reluctantly said: "On the back..."
Yang Zhaoxi was half-believed and doubtful. Then he changed his mind slightly, but he simply said "scoff" and tore open his robe on the back. However, he saw two shocking bloody holes on his back, which was full of scars.
The bright red liquid that keeps oozing out indicates that it is a new injury. Moreover, the injury has already reached the bone. If you are not a persevering person, how can you survive until now?
Yang Chaoxi frowned and said, "You have a recent wound, it seems to be caused by a Qimen weapon. But who did it?"
Luo Changqing's head was dripping with cold sweat: "Now, now you must believe it... I will tell you the origin of this wound another day... another day. If there is any medicine for wounds such as golden sore medicine, please help me.
One or two..."
Yang Zhaoxi stopped talking, took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, popped open the cloth stopper, and gently shook a lot of powder on the two bloody holes. The pain made Luo Changqing twitch for a while. Then he removed the cloth from his robe.
He tore off many strips of cloth, wrapped them tightly around his chest, and then slowly pulled him up.
Luo Changqing moved his arms slightly, and the pain was indeed much lighter. He immediately cupped his fists towards Yang Chaoxi as a gesture of thanks.
Then without stopping, he left the hut and courtyard without knowing where to stay.