Chapter 88: Return home

When Duan Qing returned to Fuxueyuan, it was almost dawn.
He stayed up all night, but he never looked tired. As he said, he watched Shen Wuduan crying with a snot and tears, and finally drunk himself to sleep, and then he placed the man in the house and turned to Fuxueyuan. Come.
It hasn't been to Dongming Valley for thirty years, but there hasn't changed much along the way to Liufeng and Fuxue. The leader of Duan Qingdao had always remembered well, and Er Niang was instructed to order the outpost again. The journey was very smooth until he saw a dazed fool in front of the courtyard.
Ye Fusheng has been a quirk since he was a child. He used to go to the house to lay tiles when he was only four or five years old. It is rare to be so quiet, not to mention that he is sitting on the stone steps in front of the door and putting one hand on his knee. It's all out of the sky.
Fortunately, he was in a daze, but the instinct of the warrior was not lost. Duan Qinggang walked out of the Merlin Trail. Ye Fusheng looked up and quickly got up: "Sister Niang."
Duan Qing nodded: "Did Chu Men have no trouble?"
He and Shen Wuduan are the same generation, but they do not take the elders' attitude very much, and they respect and politely treat Chu Xiwei. However, Ye Fusheng heard that he mentioned Chu Xiwei, and inexplicably felt a bit inexplicable. He touched his nose and said, "I've fallen asleep. The ghost doctor has just seen it and said it's all right for the time being."
Duan Qing "huh" snorted, his eyes turned around his mouth.
Ye Fusheng was a little counseled. The teacher-in-law never found out what she found. She waited so quietly for his confession, often after a while, he had to confess himself.
But this is really hard to say.
Chu Xiwei's soft kiss evoked a drunken dream with sweet-scented osmanthus; those words he said were like thunder and shattering the dream, and the trance between the trances and trances was helpless.
After the twelfth lunar month of this year, Ye Fusheng is a 30-year-old man. He has seen countless voices and appearances. If he can't tell the truth from the truth, it is estimated that the grave head grass is taller than himself.
When Chu Xiwei hugged him and said that sentence, he could feel the heartbeat of the other person from fierce to calm through the clothes soaked in water, as if those words were pressed on Chu Xiwei. At the moment, Mount Taishan delivered everything with all his heart.
Ye Fusheng can tell, he said these words are not false.
Because of this, he didn't understand, and he didn't dare to respond easily.
The word "whether" is light, but the other end of them is tied with a sincere heart. Even if Ye Fusheng is so careless, he dare not take it easily, and he dare not trample it into mud.
He had always known that A Yao hated him, just as he himself said-sin deserves it, for granted.
He also knew that A Yao was hard-mouthed and soft-hearted. Perhaps the two of them had other endings besides the promised promise, but Ye Fusheng never thought it would become such a situation.
When did it start?
The trance of waking up in a big dream, the trust of life and death in the rest of the mountain, the five flavors of the general town, Chen Zai's words and smiles, the hope of the sea and the tide of life ...
Or maybe, ten years of obsession with each other, the young Muai's obscurity?
Feeling unacceptable, going deeper.
Ye Fusheng was not Chu Xiwei. He didn't know what Chu Xiwei thought.
Therefore, at that time, he could only say one sentence: "A Yao, I am your master and your enemy."
Chu Xiwei remained silent for a long time. If the effect of the potion was really difficult for people to pass out, Ye Fusheng almost thought he was asleep.
After waiting for a long time, he heard Chu Xiwei said: "I didn't forget, but ... I couldn't help myself."
The bell of love is involuntary.
It's hard to dispel delusions.
"You were drunk that night, and you forgot what you said, but I remember clearly." Chu Xiwei picked up a line of whiteness hidden in his hair room. "I don't want to keep nothing in this life."
Ye Fusheng choked for a long time and could not answer, only a roundabout statement: "Even if you let it go, but you are so good ... Why hang it on a dying crooked neck tree?"
He used the poison of "Yumeng" to make a polite refusal, because life and death have never been the most difficult to control.
Ye Fusheng was so confused that he couldn't give him a "whether", and he simply confessed all the hidden dangers between the two, and wanted to have a quick knife to deal with this delusion that should not have happened.
But Chu Xiwei just looked at him, which made him palpitate.
"The road to no one else, I believe this sentence ... Master, you have to believe me too." Chu Xiwei endured the continuous pain in his body and said to him one by one, "Today is my confusion. Feeling anxious, but do n’t pretend to be true, and do n’t rush to perfuse me with any kind of enmity, courtesy and justice. "
Chu Xiwei was so frank and straightforward to open up his mind and dragged both of them to the forefront. No one dared to withdraw hurriedly and could only make a meditation in a stalemate.
He didn't care to wait, but he didn't want a perfunctory answer. Perhaps the end result was that the string broke, and both of them fell into the abyss, and he still didn't regret it.
For the children of the Tian family, his willful arrogance was his duty. It was his responsibility to ask him to endure the whole situation and to persuade him to retreat.
Ye Fusheng finally couldn't say a word.
Fortunately, Chu Xiwei didn't continue to force him. After saying these words, he really didn't have any extra energy. He endured the drug effect wholeheartedly and mobilized the true qi in the body to walk through the meridians. Ye Fusheng did not share the same hands until the ghost doctor came in. Leaving Liufengju.
When he arrived at the door of Fuxueyuan, there was still a mess in his mind, and he just sat in a daze in front of the door, like a homeless abandoned cat.
From the deeper re-seat to the cold wind, he also failed to understand the inexhaustible delusions, but Duanqing came.
Dao Chang's eyes weren't as glorious as his eyes, but Ye Fusheng couldn't hold his guilty conscience. He didn't dare to look at the teacher and mother when he looked at the world. Fortunately, Duanqing saw his entanglement, and he was willing to let him deal with it himself, so he didn't get to the bottom of it, and let it go for a while, and then said verbally: "You come in with me."
After he finished speaking, he pushed the door open with one hand and entered the blue orchid grass as old as before, with eyes full of old things as yesterday. He paused at his feet and crossed the threshold.
Ye Fusheng followed behind him, watching his teacher and his wife go around the hall and bedroom, and went straight to the study. It can be seen that Duanqing is indeed very familiar with this place, even if he hasn't been strange for thirty years.
When he walked to the door of the study, Ye Fusheng suddenly remembered something, and quickly said, "Sister wait ..."
He reacted slowly, Duanqing had opened the door, and saw three puppets sitting around the table.
The palm attached to the door paused for a moment, and Duanqing walked in indifferently, crossed the puppet, sat down behind the desk, and said to him: "Come."
Ye Fusheng looked at the puppet staring stupefiedly, then turned to look at Duan Qing, whose expression remained unchanged, and hesitated before asking: "Sister Niang ..."
Duan Qing's gaze swept over the puppet: "The ingenious things are tangible and soulless, thoughtful and memorable, and not delusional."
Ye Fusheng's heart shook and sat down in front of Duanqing obediently. Dao Chang reached out his hand and put his wrist on it, and after a while, he pulled his finger away.
Duan Qingdao said: "I asked Shen Wuwu, your poison is not unsolvable, just something is missing."
After hearing this, Ye Fusheng looked up at him, and his long-lost excitement suddenly filled his heart.
He has long looked at life and death, or he has long regarded death as his home.
There is a negative teacher, a loss to A Yao, and a deceit to an old friend. In Ye Fusheng's view, he has been lingering on for ten years, but it is just to make a promise. It doesn't matter whether he lives well or badly.
But now he still wants to take care of Xie Li a lot, he can't rest assured that he has just reunited with Duan Qing ... One by one, the cares of bit by bit gather together, injecting vitality into a walking dead skin sac. He couldn't bear to go nostalgic.
However, Ye Fusheng knows that the poison of "Yumeng" is difficult to solve, so far no one can escape.
God likes to play tricks on someone who wants to die, but to let a person who wants to live hang on the line and count the time left.
Ye Fusheng was originally having a headache. How could he arrange the things behind him in less than two months, such as teaching Xie Li more skills, rubbing his maid with a shameful face and taking herself to sweep the head of the master, and ... let Chu Xiwei willingly cut off her thoughts and found a good home.
But he didn't expect this matter to turn around.
Ye Fusheng looked at Duan Qing in disbelief, and Dao Chang ’s voice lightened slightly, as if to appease him: "What is missing is the drug guide of" Extremely Cold Blood ". . "
"What is 'Extremely Cold Blood'?"
"One is the blood of spirits that grew up in the extremely cold to cold places, but it is inexplicable, and it has long been extinct in the past 100 years." After a pause, Duan Qing's eyes were sullen. blood."
Ye Fusheng quickly went through the intelligence of the martial arts masters he knew in his mind: "Yin and Yang are the beginning of martial arts. There are not many people walking on the hidden roads in the rivers and lakes, but the first is the classic martial arts, the second is martial arts Realm is great, such a person ... I have never heard of it. "
Duan Qingdao said: "I haven't been out of the mountain for a long time, and I haven't heard much about it. Fortunately, the master of the Chumen has sent people to investigate, hoping to have news."
Ye Fusheng was stunned. He remembered that he used the poison of "Yumeng" to refuse Chu Xiwei, the pain that flashed in the eyes of young people, and the determined "You have to believe me."
The right hand placed on his leg was inadvertently clenched, and he suddenly rushed into the heart with sweet and bitter, entangled with thousands of people, unable to tell the taste.
Duan Qing glanced at him: "Take a rest day and tomorrow you will forget the dust peak with me."
Dongling Wangchen Peak is the sect of the Taishang Palace. It is the practice of Taoism. It is said that it was the uncrowned leader of the Wulin Baidao one hundred years ago. Has swept the world.
It was only sixty-eight years ago that the former dynasty was overthrown, and the Taishang Palace has since faded out of sight. Until now, the glory of the past is gone, and the landscape is as old as people are.
For more than 60 years, the talents of the Taishang Palace have withered. Only the incumbent Ji Qing, who has great martial arts, is jealous and hateful, punishes evil for all his life, and knows how to do good. The fairy went.
When Ye Fusheng was still alive with Fei Yunfeng, he rarely saw Duan Qing doing his hands. Although he knew that his martial arts were not weak, he had never heard about the "Tai Shang Gong". It was only recently that I learned that my mother-in-law was actually born in the Taishang Palace.
In his heart, he always thought that the maid was a good priest who was snatched up by the female bandits. At first glance, Duanqing still had the inheritance of the masters. ? "
Duan Qing glanced at him: "Yes."
Ye Fusheng originally just couldn't help but want to commit a bitch, but unexpectedly Duanqing actually recognized it, and suddenly choked on his mouth to die.
Suddenly he brushed a lot of "embarrassed and pretty girls" eloquent little books in his brain, from the beginning to the end to the end, there was nothing missing from the transition, it couldn't be better.
Duan Qing looked at him blankly: "Is it enough to smile? Did I understand what I said?"
"Understood." Ye Fusheng hurriedly sat down, but still asked carefully, "But ma'am, please take me back ..." Isn't it really going to be kicked out by her family?
Duan Qing didn't seem to hear what he hadn't said clearly, and his eyes sank: "Thirteen years, it's time for you to go back and see her."
He said this very lightly, relieved, as if the promise of the year is finally coming, and even a wave of softness is rarely seen in the waves of surprise.
Ye Fusheng's heart lifted up suddenly and jumped wildly.
He vaguely had a guess, but he didn't dare to think about it. His voice squeezed out a hard sentence: "Look ... who?"
Duan Qing whispered: "The teacher's dead disciple served his mourning, and Li Fang said he would definitely send you into the earth for safety ... Another year's end is coming. Now that I finally find you, come back with me to see her."
Return to return, return to old age.
When you return to your home, your heart is also worried. (Note)
Note: From "Book of Songs? Xiaoya? Caiwei".