One Sword Nine Ya

Leaving Moon City, passing through three or four bustling places, and then gradually becoming desolate.

The pavilions are toppled, the pools and terraces are covered with dust, and the cornices are broken into the mud.

After passing through the natural dangers, leaving the pass, and arriving outside the territory of the Southern Dynasty, it is even more desolate and desolate, with no one in the hundred li.

On the side of the road, there are occasional skinny wild dogs, with a piece of bare bones dug out from nowhere, sitting down by the root of a dead tree, biting tirelessly.

To the north, there is a deserted city with a vast layout. Unfortunately, the moat has long since dried up, the houses have been blackened by the traces of the fire, and there are scattered human bones on the side of the road.

Chen Weichen put down the Nanhua Sutra in his hand, looked at the scene outside the carriage window, and showed off his knowledge to his servant: "This place should be Shangjin City. When the dynasty was at its peak, its prosperity could be compared with that of Moon City, but it was a pity that it was burned in the flames of war. The ancients said, The bones are like a mountain and the surname is forgotten, it is nothing more than the young master and the red makeup - after a year, the young master, I will go to the underworld to be with these dear friends, and when the skin is gone, no one will recognize anyone, very good, very good."

Wen Hui waved his hand, expressing that he didn't want to pay attention to his crazy words, and whispered into his ear, and changed the subject: "My lord, it is said that the immortal head kills demons and eliminates demons, and acts for the heavens. But in our world, wars and chaos are more difficult than demons, why? They don't care?"

As he spoke, he quietly glanced at Xie Lang, who was concentrating on teasing cats, and Ye Jiuya, who was slowly wiping his sword.

Chen Weichen admired slowly: "Your question is also very good. It is not in vain to listen to Mr. Zhou's storytelling for more than ten years."

His voice was neither loud nor low, swinging in the carriage: "Compassionate for the common people, they are saints, not immortals. They have no life in the eyes of immortals, only the way of heaven, only longevity...Lang Ranhou, what do you think of this statement?"

Xie Lang looked outside at the bones and crows, and stroked the cat in his arms: "The world is ruthless."

Chen Weichen continued: "Slaying demons and demons is for luck, and not intervening in human affairs is also for luck. Mr. Zhou likes to talk about how Emperor Yan used his sword to save the Tianhe, guard the barrier of immortals and demons, and save the common people in the world... But The reason is still for self-preservation, in order to keep the turbid qi of the demons where they should be, and not to pollute the pure qi of the immortal family - it can be seen that even if he is the emperor of the immortal family, it is nothing to put him in the world nice one."

"Is there a difference between immortality and human beings?" Xie Lang began to argue seriously with him: "People of my generation go to heaven and earth and seek longevity in order to prove the Tao. How can we deduce it with ordinary people's reasoning?"

The two had their own reasons and arguments. You came and I exchanged words. When Chen Weichen was detained at home, he had nothing to do. , With a sufficient understanding of the opponent, it still has the upper hand.

After the last sentence fell, Xie Lang held Fuchen in his arms and said, "Mr. Chen, except for Huigen, I probably understand why you are not suitable for cultivating immortals."

Chen Weichen also spread his fan, just smiled and continued to look out the window.

From Shangjin City to the north, there are fewer ruined cities, and it was only when the sun was setting and the dusk was falling that they came to a village with people.

The smoke from the kitchen curled up, and a woman's voice called her children to go home, adding a touch of human fireworks to the evening in the wilderness.

Chen Weichen knocked on the door of a family and asked if he could stay overnight. The man who opened the door saw the outsider with a tense look on his face, waved his hand, and said, "There are vacant rooms at the teaching place at Beicuntou."

So he was sent away and went to Beitou.

"It's strange that there are still people teaching in this troubled world." Chen Weichen approached the house while muttering.

Passing through the vegetable bed, through the air-leakage window, I saw a scholar with a warm face and shabby clothes, who was telling a few children, "Benevolence is benevolence, righteousness is what is done, righteousness is what is right, and the way is to do what is right" and so on .

Sparsely three or four yellow-faced and emaciated children rushed away after he had finished speaking about today's sage book, dragging their noses and rushing to the lackluster gruel in their own pot.

The scholar sighed, covered the scroll in his hand, and unexpectedly met Chen Weichen outside the window.

He was slightly taken aback, and then asked: "Young Master, are you..."

After knowing that the people who came to stay overnight came from the Southern Dynasty, a look of longing rose in the scholar's eyes: "When the spring begins, I will go to the southern capital to seek an official. Now that there are wolves around, it is the imperial court that needs us scholars. when."

Chen Weichen remained silent.

The part of the yard that should be the kitchen was also filled with cooking smoke. A woman half pushed the firewood door, and when she saw the outsider, she didn't know whether to go out or avoid it.

"Ashu." The scholar called her over, but he didn't care about anything.

"Strange," Xie Lang whispered next to Chen Weichen, "My sister Qingyuan hasn't been very well-behaved since she saw him, so I looked at this man's luck, it's extremely prosperous, but he also has some blood."

During the conversation at the dinner table, I learned that the scholar's name was Zhuang Baihan, and his family was originally rich. When he was young, he studied in an academy in the city and married his husband's daughter.

Facing the few people who are extraordinary at first sight, he is neither humble nor overbearing.

After dinner, I have to clean up the room for accommodation—two empty rooms, very subtle.Chen Weichen sent Wen back to share a room with Xie Lang and Mao, and he leisurely went to share a room with Ye Jiuya.

"I just argued with Xie Lang about the difference between immortals and mortals, and now I meet a scholar who is determined to be a saint. It's really a coincidence." Chen Weichen was quite excited, and he didn't care that Ye Jiuya ignored him: "It's just that the Southern Dynasty was addicted to wine and sex. If he didn't think about revival, he went, which would be disappointing."

Before he finished speaking, the scabbard stretched across his neck, trapping him in the corner of the wall with a cold air.

"Chen Weichen," Ye Jiuya said his name, his eyes were cold: "Who are you?"

Faced with the threat of his life, the young master who had been talking so much just now became cowardly.

"Master Ye Jian, be safe and don't be impatient." He smiled sarcastically.

The scabbard is closer to the neck.

"I said, I said." He said honestly: "Chen Weichen, a native of Yuecheng, his father is the prefect of this state, and his mother is the eldest daughter of Zhao Quan, a rich merchant in Yuecheng. She is nineteen years old and has no wife or engagement. ..."

Looking up at Ye Jiuya's cold gaze, he continued to laugh: "...That's all, if you don't believe me—the state pastoral office has a head book, black and white, clean and innocent!"

"Why are you cultivating immortals?"

His eyes were ambiguous and evasive: "Unfortunately, I have a little habit of breaking sleeves. I was caught by Ye Jianzhu's peerless beauty, and I was fascinated for a while. I just want to kiss Fang—ah!"

In an instant, the sword was unsheathed, and the sharp edge reached the throat.

He put away his teasing expression, lowered his head slightly, and smiled.

"It's just a dying person, Lord Ye Jian doesn't need to be so concerned. Being able to discuss the Tao with Lang Ranhou is just because he has read some crooked books and likes to think wildly." The voice was faint, with a little bit of laziness: "After all, there is no malice towards the sword master."

The house is simple and the sound can easily pass through the walls.

In the other room, Wen Hui covered his face, admiring his son's face.Xie Lang was so angry that he almost jumped up: "A kiss to Fangze—a kiss to Fangze! What a character Ye Jianzhu is, how can your young master be so frivolous!"

Wen Hui held him back: "Nonsense, nonsense, don't mind..."

Ye Jiuya fixed his gaze on him, put his sword back into its sheath, and headed towards the bed.

Chen Weichen immediately followed up to make the bed and spread the quilt, asking for warmth, and tidying up his sleeping place after a good deal of indifference and boredom.

Of course, it's on the ground.

He could not help being a little more careful, the floor was placed at the door, far away from the bed, but the distance also has the advantage of being far away - once the moonlight shines through the window, you can see the situation on the bed when you turn your head.

There was a sword next to the man's pillow, and the name of the sword was engraved on the sword.

It is the word Jiuya, with silver hooks painted on iron, which is cold and bitter.