One Sword Nine Ya

Zhuang Baihan was dressed in plain clothes, with a book case beside him, and stood silently with his head bowed.

Xing Qiu took a jug of wine from the carriage, poured it on the grave, and said, "Thank you sir, let's go."

Zhuang Baihan looked up at the national teacher, but didn't say anything.

——He probably didn't want to say anything, the gloom in his eyes seemed to separate this person from his surroundings.

When Chen Weichen approached him, the scholar said, "I recognized him when I saw him in front of the steps. He was my husband when I was in the academy."

There is nothing better than this in the world of karma and chance, going around and hugging each other.

Zhuang Baihan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried his best to suppress his sadness: "Back then, we were scattered everywhere in the flames of war, and no one in the academy was heard from. My teacher... my teacher used to teach us that a scholar should be a scholar. , Zuojun Wang, taking the responsibility of the people of the world. Along the way, I saw that except for a few big cities, the rest of the people’s lives were dying, and I thought in my heart, this is the world where scholars such as me can do a lot. I also thought, our academy is full of peaches and plums, and when we arrived in the capital , I can always see a few old friends..."

The rest of the words were not spoken, but those who listened could think of them.

——Unexpectedly, when I first arrived in the capital, after all the absurd events of the Peach Blossom Banquet, I saw my benefactor's dead remonstrance, blood splattered on the long steps, and the emperor was fatuous and closed his eyes to listen.

How could he not be depressed, how could he not be chilled.

The better the spring, the more prosperous it is, the more you can see the autumn wind chilling and the road ahead dying.

In such a situation, Chen Weichen couldn't say anything to comfort him, so he could only pat him on the shoulder lightly.

Zhuang Baihan's eyes were faintly red. After a long time, he opened the book case and burned the yellowed books in front of the grave.

"It is said in the book that if there is a way in the world, it will appear, and if there is no way, it will be hidden. It is said that a dangerous country will not enter, and a chaotic country will not live. But you said, when we are born in troubled times, we should cherish the common people and turn the tide. Whenever students ask This, you always don’t answer.” The flames were burning, and the scholar said word by word, “But the world is so big, there is no place for us to shelter, no place for the people to live in peace. Today I will burn these benevolence, righteousness and morality to you. Go, sir—tomorrow you will be in a dream, and you will teach the students again, what is the use of the knowledge of sages, students, what should students do..."

The tongue of fire licks the book, benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and faith.

The paper is turned into ashes, and the heaven and earth are the masters and masters.

The fire gradually grew bigger and burned into a bright red sea, engulfing the black gold plaque that he had looked up to for more than [-] years.

The most holy teacher is written on the plaque.

Chen Weichen watched from a distance, and saw the faint and mournful look in Zhuang Baihan's eyes.

In such a chaotic world, such a stupid monarch—these scholars who have nothing but knowledge, can't display their general talents, and can't express their righteous indignation. It seems that all they can do is bewildered.

In the past, when Shen Shuhou came out of the imperial capital alone in Tsing Yi, abandoning Confucianism and Taoism to practice immortality, he was probably disappointed in the same way.

After the fire was burnt out, only black ashes remained in front of the grave.

The sky suddenly began to drizzle, and it became heavier and heavier, smashing the ashes into a pool of black mud, soaking into the green mountains and loess.

Zhuang Baihan looked up at the sky: "Sir, look, the sky and the earth are crying for you."

The rain was getting heavier and no one could stand in the mountains anymore, so Chen Weichen invited Zhuang Baihan into the carriage and went straight back to the city.

"Where is Brother Zhuang?"

"Temporarily staying at the inn on Dilin Street, my lady is still waiting for me," Zhuang Baihan said, "Brother Chen, my lady has been sick recently, and I don't want to make her worry any more. Sir, please don't tell me about this matter." mention."

Chen Weichen recalled that when he first met the scholar, he said that he married his husband's daughter—he didn't know that the little lady was transformed by a demon.

Scholars who have achieved success in their studies often have a fresh air on their bodies, and if the demons are close to him all the year round, they will gradually weaken.

Especially that little lady traded a family heirloom for a drop of new Feng Kaiyang blood, so she is more vulnerable to the clean energy, and Yaomei's original magic power should be gone at this moment, no different from ordinary people.

Chen Weichen thought for a while, and for their cultivators, the Mirror of Flowers would be of great use, but the Tushan flute seemed useless, so he took it out: "If you are sick, it may be useful to carry this with you. "

Zhuang Baihan thanked him for taking it, and smiled wryly: "Young master has helped me many times, but I am at the end of my life, and now I am receiving gifts again, and there is really nothing I can repay."

"The future will be long," Chen Weichen said to him, "what will happen in the future is unknown."

Zhuang Baihan was not a coy person either, he only said after hearing the words: "Young Master Cheng's auspicious words."

The Chen family's carriage drove through the streets and alleys, and stopped in front of the inn. Zhuang Baihan cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Chen, all the elders, please leave now."

"Sir, see you again."

Zhuang Baihan also said "goodbye" and walked into the inn.

When he entered the inn, Xie Lang said: "Interesting."

Chen Weichen: "What did you see again?"

The Taoist priest waved his whisk: "Let me do the math again."

They therefore stayed a little longer at the door of the inn.

In the end, Xie Lang said: "The luck is getting stronger and stronger. If it wasn't for the difference before, I would suspect that Mr. Xie transferred the luck to him after 'sacrificing his body'."

"In this way, the clue to the last thing we're looking for will probably be on Mr. Zhuang?"

"About that."

"It's inconvenient for us to intervene in the affairs of the imperial court. I will order my servants to pay more attention to Mr. Zhuang." Mr. Chen was thoughtful.

They were about to go back to their residence, but they saw Zhuang Baihan hurried down to the lobby of the inn, looking anxious.

People who practice Taoism have sharp ears and eyes, so they can hear sounds clearly.

"Boss, can you see where my wife has gone?"

Then there was a weary voice: "So it's Mr. Zhuang, your wife..."

"Where?"

The boss said "Hey": "Go north, pass two blocks, and you will see Situ Mansion, probably."

Zhuang Baihan's voice obviously sank: "Situ Mansion?"

"Isn't it?" the boss said slowly, "Today there is a pear soup seller. I saw Mrs. Zhuang come out of the house to buy it. Coincidentally, someone from Situ's family saw it—you can get it if you want to explain it now A few coins. Let me tell you, Zhuang Guanren, in this world, a daughter-in-law still has to marry a mediocre one to live a stable life, your pretty little lady, hey!"

After a meaningful "Hey", the boss stopped talking, as if he was used to it.

With a pale face, Zhuang Baihan hurried to the door, braving the heavy rain to head north.

"Mr. Zhuang," it was Xing Qiu who lifted the curtain of the car, "I'll take you to the Situ Mansion."

It seems that Master Guoshi knew that Master Xie chose to die in the end, and that he was an accomplice who discussed with the emperor how to deceive the world, so he felt so guilty and wanted to help Zhuang Baihan.

But even if Xing Qiu doesn't help, since they want to search for clues and have friendship with Zhuang Baihan, they will still lend a helping hand.

Right now, it is raining heavily, and there are no pedestrians on the road, so they have no worries.Xing Qiu grabbed Zhuang Baihan and swept towards the north. Lu Hongyan and Xie Lang stayed in the carriage, and Ye Jiuya led Chen Weichen to follow.

—but they were too late.

When I was in the air, I was looking at the magnificent courtyard, two people dressed as servants walked out of the small door, dragging their bodies, the voice came through the rain curtain.

"Our master likes such sick beauties the most. Who knows that she is a strong-tempered person, so she wanted to die!"

"On a rainy day, you still have to throw the corpse, bad luck, bad luck!"

Zhuang Baihan's eyes are about to burst.

Xing Qiu shot out a wave of demonic energy, and the two young men rolled down in the muddy ground, unconscious.

Zhuang Baihan tremblingly hugged the man on the ground: "My lady..."

The little lady's clothes were messy, and there was a big gash in her abdomen, bleeding continuously, mixed with the rainwater, which was shocking.Although he was still breathing heavily at this time, he was dying, and even an immortal would be powerless to return to heaven.

She struggled to open her eyes, her face was covered with muddy water, she caressed Zhuang Baihan's face with trembling hands, she trembled a bit, and spat out a big mouthful of blood, her voice was as thin as a gossamer: "Mr.

"You stupid..." There was only a scholar with red eyes in front of the grave, but now his voice was trembling, and he was so sad that he couldn't make a sound, "It's so... so much to seek death."

"Xianggong is a scholar, and the most important thing is etiquette, I know it," the little lady smiled with difficulty, her voice was intermittent: "A Shu is a scholar's wife, and she must die innocently..."

Zhuang Baihan's eyes were bloodshot, and he could only call "Lady" and "Ashu".

"The lady is here," the little lady said, "My husband...there will be no lady in the future, so take care...take care of yourself."

The evil spirit in her body began to surge wildly, and when she wanted to show her original shape, a trace of sadness appeared in her eyes, but the evil spirit was suppressed by something.

She saw the Tushan flute hanging on Zhuang Baihan's waist, and knew that it was the treasure that protected her from showing her original body. She turned her head slowly and saw Chen Weichen: "Ashu... thank you... Mr. Xie."

Turning her head again, she leaned into Zhuang Baihan's arms: "My husband...he will become a high-ranking official in the future, and marry a virtuous...lady."

"I won't be an official anymore," Zhuang Baihan hugged her tightly, ignoring the mud and water on the little lady's body, and pressed his forehead against her, "I will only marry you as a lady."

"Speaking nonsense," the little lady pulled out a weak smile, "Sir, I am so happy to meet you in this life, Mr., in the next life..."

Chen Weichen looked away, and saw Ye Jiuya was slightly confused.

He knew that this person had never seen such a painful parting of life and death in the mortal world, and asked in a voice that only they could hear: "Don't understand?"

"Why is she...happy?"

Chen Weichen took Ye Jiuya's hand, spread out those slender fingers one by one, and interlocked his ten fingers, saying: "Being able to spend a hundred years with my sweetheart, whether it's joy or pain, I'm willing to live. Inseparable from time to time, unforgettable after death, it is love in the world of mortals."

"Ye Jun, when I die in the future, if you feel a little bit reluctant, I will be happy walking on the road to Huangquan."

The little lady over there said "Xianggong" for the last time, completely silent.

Zhuang Baihan let out a suppressed mournful cry from his throat, hugging his wife's dead body tightly.

For a long time, he called "Madam" and "Sir" at one time, and finally looked up at the rainy sky, and his grief turned into a low laughter: "Mr. Morality is responsible for killing you!" , It is the morals of the world that hurt me! It is the morals of the world that abandon the people!"

There was a faint thunder in the sky, and the raindrops splashed on the ground, melting blood and covering up all sounds.