Advise Qingshan

Ye Zhu spread the two letters on the table, tapped the signature with his fingertips, and held his chin: "What trick is this?"

Ta Ling glanced over the three characters 'Ji Guangyu' one by one, and asked suspiciously, "Was it written by Guangyu Yuanjun?"

"Who knows, with these confusing people, maybe someone thinks it's fun to impersonate."

Wen Xing paused for a moment, then asked: "Do you want to ask the messenger, maybe there is a clue?"

"Yes." Ye Zhuo leaned on the table and waved to the boy who delivered the letter: "Come here, flower girl and groom, are you leaving?"

The little boy saluted: "The girl who sells flowers is leaving quickly, but the groom is still there. Do you want to give me some rewards?"

It's quite normal to collect some rewards for running errands for others, Ye Zhu immediately reached into his arms and took out half a tael of silver: "Please ask him to come up to see me."

He motioned to Xiao Tong: "The flower seller also sent someone to chase her back, just say I'm happy, and give her some money."

Half a tael of silver leaf wine doesn't seem like much, but it's not a small amount for ordinary traffickers and pawns. The groom arrived soon, and he bowed to several people rather crampedly, saying: "Three masters, this is it?"

Ye Zhuo cut to the chase: "Do you remember what the person who asked you to deliver the letter looked like?"

The groom said: "That's easy, he's a..."

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly stopped.

Ye Zhuo asked: "Huh?"

The groom laughed and scratched his head: "I'm sorry, sir, I suddenly don't remember this."

The three looked at each other and said silently: "Spell."

Ye Zhuo looked down, Wen Xing nodded, and closed the door.

"This is?"

"Don't be nervous." Ye Zhuo slightly bent his index finger, picked up a talisman, and said with a smile, "It's just a dream."

Memory is extremely complicated. Even if it is forcibly erased, it will inevitably leave a rough impression. He closed his eyes, and the quicksand-like pictures fell apart and then gathered together in front of his eyes. Ye Jue went back in time all the way. In the midst of drinking, a blurred double image freezes in the frame.

This person's face and clothing are all blurred, the only thing that can be seen is that he is holding a child.

He still wanted to dig deeper, but suddenly there was a hasty knock on the door, the little boy ran in panting, and said urgently through the door: "Young master!"

Ye Zhuo woke up suddenly, and said loudly: "What's the matter?"

"That girl who sells flowers doesn't know what's good and what's wrong. I asked her to come to receive the reward, but she ran away without looking back!"

It's such a good thing to receive a reward, but someone runs away as soon as they hear it?

Ye Zhuo and Wen Xing looked at each other, he put the spell on Ta Ling's head, and said, "I'll leave it to you, the groom." He walked out of the room with Wen Xing one after the other, and asked the boy, "Where did you go?" ?”

"Where is the bridge hole at West Street Gate?"

Ye Zhuo said: "You go first and block her."

Wen Xing nodded, and after darting out of the room, he disappeared without a trace. Seeing the little boy froze in place, staring at the elder's back in fluttering white clothes, grinning, he almost shouted 'there is a ghost', Ye Zhuo hurriedly put a talisman on his forehead, and hurriedly chased after Wen Xing.

They found someone in a dilapidated alley that criss-crossed West Street

If it is said that the east means Xihe driving, and the east gate is the gathering place for dignitaries and dignitaries, then the west street is just the opposite. There is the largest slum in the capital, and each family is only a few feet apart, divided into a small area. There were countless criss-crossing trails, all of which were muddy and dirty. When Ye Jue ran over, Wen Xing touched the ground with his toes, which happened to block the girl's way.

The girl said she was a flower seller, but she didn't bring a flower basket, she just hugged a dark wooden box, huddled in the shadow of the eaves, and said sternly, "You, what do you want?"

Wen Xingdao: "Just asking a few questions."

The elder tried his best to slow down his tone, but after all he has been cold for so many years, no matter how soft he is to anyone except Ye Zhuo, the girl caught a glimpse of the plain white long sword behind him, The sword is cold and bright, and it looks like a murderous sword at first glance, trembling for a moment: "I, my family is very poor, and there is nothing to rob!"

"Hey." Ye Zhuo ran over: "We are not robbers."

He gestured: "I am the son of Yichun Palace, I just said that I would give you money."

After all, he really took out half a tael of silver from his skirt and handed it to her: "Just ask a few questions, do you know the person who wrote you the letter?"

The girl took the money, settled down for two minutes, stared and said, "I stopped on the way and sent a letter to the money, why should I know?"

Ye Zhuo then asked: "What does he look like?"

She didn't have her memory tampered with, and hid with the box in her arms: "A middle-aged Confucian scholar, wearing a tall hat, half of his hair is gray, and he looks pretty good."

On the other hand, she is not too different from Chen Kezhen in appearance.

Ye Zhuo added: "He has a pair of eyes that seem to be happy but not happy. He is as tall as me and looks very elegant."

"Yes, you know." The girl poked her neck and said fiercely: "I'm done asking, I can go."

"No rush." ​​Ye Jue glanced at the box the girl was holding: "This thing is not the girl's."

Seeing the person in front of him trembling suddenly, he smiled, "This wood is Jindian red sandalwood with a dark fragrance. The box you are holding in your hand is worth tens of thousands of gold. If my guess is right, it should be my old friend. Give it to me." of?"

She cut it loudly: "You are amazing." Throwing the box into Ye Zhuo's arms: "It's useless to give it to you, I tried it, but it can't be opened." Then she ran away.

Wen Xing asked: "Do you want to chase?"

Ye Zhu waved his hand: "No, I guess I can't ask anything."

He raised the box to his eyes: "It's this thing that makes me feel inexplicably familiar."

This box is different from ordinary wooden boxes. There are countless regular cracks on it, as if it has been manually divided into countless small squares. Wen Xing took it and took a look: "There is a restriction, and it cannot be broken open violently."

Ye Zhu thought: "Since it was given to me, it should be expected that I would open it, then I must know how to open it."

Wen Xing bent his knuckles and tapped on the wooden board, looking through: "These small squares seem to be movable."

Ye Zhu was surprised: "I know why I am familiar with it."

He took the wooden box over: "This is a Kongming lock."

The Kongming locks played by folks range from six pillars to one thousand pillars. The whole body is about [-] yuan. The mortise and tenon are directly stacked on top of each other. It is very troublesome to disassemble completely. After a long time, I finally heard a click.

He wiped his sweat and pressed his hands on the box: "If it was ten years ago, I would never be able to solve this thing. Then someone taught me the trick."

Xianjun is indeed talented and intelligent, and he also likes to be arty, but it is a pity that his skill points are all about eating, drinking and having fun, such as poetry, calligraphy and painting, and fortune-telling with organs. This kind of stuff that literati like to play, he can only say that he is so-so. Passing the test, he can still open the six-pillar Luban lock, and the five hundred pieces will be amazing.

Wen Xing asked: "Who taught you how to play then?"

Ye Zhuo smiled: "My neighbor, Chen Kezhen."

He pulled out the last piece of wood.

The moment the box was opened, both of them were taken aback.

There are countless scattered fragments inside, but even after the fall, you can still see the clear light of the past from those sharp corners like snow. With just one glance, you can feel a vast flood sweeping in. These mottled brilliance seem to reflect the ancient In the sky, there seem to be countless shocking stories engraved on it.

It was a box of countless fragments of the world.

Ye Zhuo asked: "The letter sent by this girl is the one signed by Ji Guangyu?"

Wen Xing nodded: "Yes."

Ye Zhuo paused every word: "So Guangyu Yuanjun, using the box that Chen Kezhen taught me to untie, sent me countless fragments in the world?"

"What the fuck does that mean?"

They returned to Yichun courtyard full of suspicion. Ta Ling was lying on the table with his legs crossed. The groom had already been sent away. Seeing that the fairy had returned, Wen Mang jumped off the table: "Is everything going well?"

Ye Zhuo took a sip of tea: "Smooth is smooth, but the clues I got are a bit unbelievable."

He asked Taring: "What about your side?"

Wen Mang said: "There's nothing to see. The memory has been swept clean. It's just a silhouette holding a child. What do you see?"

Ye Zhuo pulled a piece of paper, dipped it in ink, and paused word by word, "That's it, didn't we say there should be two immortals behind it?"

"If that letter is true, then Guangyu Yuanjun is Chen Kezhen."

"Besides, since the letter was written to save my life, and sent me the world's countless, I will trust my old neighbor and think that Guangyu Yuanjun and I are in the same camp."

He matched the piece of paper with the words he wrote earlier, and raised his head: "But there is another problem."

"Chen Ke is really an immortal, so why does he get sick and grow old?"

"Compared to this, isn't it more important that Chen Kezhen doesn't/raise it?" Ta Ling interjected: "He doesn't/raise it, so it turns out that the immortal king will also not/raise it?"

"How do I know that, anyway, I will..."

Ye Zhu muttered, and glanced at Wen Xing secretly.

The big beauty became angry from embarrassment, and glared at Xianjun for the first time.

Ta Ling said again: "And you look 20 years old, he looks at least 40 years old, so old, even a little girl can't fool him, they are all immortals, it would be too miserable to be like him."

"He was accused of treason just now, his house was ransacked, and his house was gone." Ye Zhu happily echoed: "And I already have a wife, but he doesn't have one yet."

Wen Xing: "!!!"

Elder Xue Song was still thin-skinned until now, he couldn't listen anymore, his ears were red to the neck, and he interrupted: "We, we... let's be serious!"

Ye Zhuo rubbed his face, forced to be serious, and asked artificially: "Well, that's right, what's Elder Xuesong's opinion?"

Wen Xing: "I always feel that the way the other two immortals set up the game is a bit wrong."

He added: "You don't have a cultivation level at the moment, so you may not feel deeply, but for a monk like me, I think their approach is very strange."

Ye Zhuo asked: "How to say?"

Wen Xingdao: "That is to say, if the cultivation base is as high as the immortal king, many things will not be done in a roundabout way like them, such as giving you countless people in the world. If I were Yuan Jun, I would raise my hand and move thousands of miles across, just send it away directly." , why find a girl who sells flowers for you?"

"Besides, a certain fairy needs you to ward off disasters. Do you have any cultivation base? He wants you to come to the capital, and he will just tie you up. Why use Qing Wan and Guan Guan to set up a trick to bring you here? There are so many twists and turns in the middle, For those who are cultivated by Xianjun, it is completely unnecessary."

As the saying goes, everything can be solved with one force, and the immortal monarch can do things without giving up, but what they have seen along the way is indeed too complicated.

Ye Zhu held his chin: "Unless..."

——Unless these two celestial beings have been severely restricted by Taoism like him, and they even fell into immortality at all!

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Chen Kezhen: n/m/b