Hard to be a shadow guard

Xuanmiao walked and jumped on the road, and finally returned to Luochen Village before sunset.

That's right, it's that small dilapidated village that is developing economically every day with Luochen Town.

It was only Xuan Miao who walked into the fenced yard with the agarwood he bought, and he heard someone in the backyard talking loudly from a distance.

And the two or three "Hydrangea" and "Blacksmith" leaked out of the other party's words... aroused Xuan Miao's curiosity to a great extent.

He hastily put the agarwood in the room, and then jumped out again, under the cover of the thick and big trees in the backyard, he stretched out his ears to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two in the backyard.

On a tree stump in the backyard, there was a figure hunched over, holding a saw in his hand, and he seemed to turn a blind eye to the chattering people beside him.

That is Xuanying.

At first glance, Xuanying has really changed too much...

Considering his age, he is only in his early twenties, but if you just look at his description, the years have left too many vicissitudes on him, even if he is a man in his thirties, no one will believe it.

As for the big pigeons and the little pigeons that he took over, they are now Xuan Teng and Xuan Miao. Xuan Teng's frame is too small, he is obviously a young man of eighteen, but he is not even as strong as a child of twelve or thirty.

As for Xuan Miao, he is even younger, a child who is still in school at the age of eight or nine.

No wonder many people thought they and Xuan Ying were father and son.

In addition, Xuanying suffers from illness most of the time, and spends the rest of the time working hard to support his family, only becoming more and more reticent, with a dumbfounded look, where would he take the initiative to explain to others.

In this way, it is not surprising that Feng Dashan believed that the blacksmith in the village had two children as a matter of course after investigation.

The people who came to place the order were still chattering nonstop, gossiping with Xuan Ying about what they saw and heard today.

Especially when Xuan Ying only listened and did not express his opinions, it satisfied his desire to speak.

"Brother, you are very lucky! You are so old that you can still have good luck, and you are still a young lady of the Feng family! You will be chic in the rest of your life!"

The man spoke excitedly, as if he was the one who hit the big luck: "You didn't see it today, a young man from a foreign country picked up the hydrangea from Miss Feng's family, and it was a good show afterwards!"

"It's really unexpected that Miss Feng's family has such a savage temper. She obviously threw the hydrangea by herself, and then said not to marry in a blink of an eye. Ha ha......"

"But no matter what, Miss Feng's family yelled at the entire Luochen Township, saying that she would not marry anyone except Brother Blacksmith."

"I was just thinking, besides you, the only blacksmith in our neighborhood is Old Man Fang from the town. Half of Old Man Fang's body has been buried in the ground, so Miss Feng is talking about you, right?"

The man was very curious, staring at the taciturn Xuan Ying, eager to get an answer from him.

But at most, Xuanying glanced at the list brought by the buddy from time to time, thinking about how to make the iron tools.

As for the foamy gossip the guy said... what does it have to do with him?

The clerk's curiosity was not satisfied after all, no matter how much he asked Xuan Ying, he still couldn't get a single word out of his mouth.

When the sun was setting, the guy who was talking dry and tongue finally planned to leave.

Before leaving, the clerk repeatedly confirmed the order requirements of the iron tools with Xuanying, and then turned and left reluctantly.

Xuanying did not send him off, and his usual style of work has long been known by those who came to work, and he was not cared about.

But he still got up after the people left, shifted his eyes to the big tree not far away, and asked calmly: "Have you finished the homework left by Mr. Academy?"

"Ah!" Xuan Miao was caught eavesdropping, he walked out from behind the tree with his head down, his hands were tangled together, a touch of shame appeared on his face.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I'm going to review my homework now." Xuan Miao was very embarrassed, especially when he looked up and saw Xuan Ying walking over with his inconvenient right leg, he felt guilty for wasting the whole afternoon.

He bowed anxiously to Xuanying, and explained again: "I bought the agarwood, and it's in the house."

"Yes." Xuan Ying responded, "Go, do your homework."

"Okay, brother, go to bed early if you're tired." Xuan Miao replied, and then ran out of the yard to find a piece of sand to review his homework.

Xuan Miao ran away here, and Xuan Ying didn't pay much attention.

He went back to the narrow thatched hut where the three of them had a look, then calculated the time, and said loudly: "I'll go to the mountain first, and when Xuan Teng comes back, let him cook."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Xuan Miao's response, he went into the room, took out half a string of copper plates from under the bed, stuffed them into his arms and left.

Xuan Miao was squatting on the sandy ground not far from the house, gesturing quickly with the branches in his hand, he raised his head inadvertently, and saw Xuan Ying was still walking halfway up the mountain in the evening.

The thatched hut they lived in was at the outermost part of Luochen Village. Although it was far away from the village, it was the closest to the Buddhist temple on Luochen Mountain.

And when Xuan Miao and his brothers were picked up by Xuan Ying, Xuan Ying already had the habit of going to the mountain to donate sesame oil money every now and then.

Although they don't understand why the family is already in such a difficult situation, as the eldest brother, Xuan Ying would rather work harder than light incense on the mountain from time to time.

But Xuanying earned all the money by himself, and they would have their turn to comment on how they spent it.

Xuan Miao knew where Xuan Ying was going after only one glance.

After all, I got used to it, and didn't pay much attention to it, just lowered my head and continued to make gestures on the sand.

On the other side, Xuanying was walking on a small road behind Luochen Mountain, and there were mostly pilgrims going down the mountain on the left and right, but there were very few people going down the mountain like him in the evening.

Because of this, it is easy for many people to look at Xuanying appreciatively. Although it is not malicious, it makes people somewhat uncomfortable.

It's just that after so many years, Xuanying has gotten used to it.

The sackcloth on his body was stained with a lot of dirty rust, and the ends of the hair hanging on his shoulders were dry and yellow.

And he habitually lowered his head and bent his body slightly, which concealed the indifference on his face to the greatest extent.

As for the disobedient right leg, even though it always gave out dull pain to protest Xuanying's rough advance, it still couldn't limit Xuanying's travel, only made the master limping, but there was no other way.

After all, Xuanying had been a shadow guard for many years, and subconsciously minimized his sense of existence, which made him even more useless and inconspicuous.

In fact, Xuanying couldn't tell whether it was a good time to spend a few years abroad——

It is of course beautiful to no longer be controlled by the Lord, but the many physical problems left over from the beginning are tormenting him all the time.

Luochen Town is just a small town. Although the doctor in the town is considered to be highly skilled in medicine, for Shang Xuanying's many old injuries, he would prescribe at most two pain-relieving decoctions, and then "resign to fate".

Facing this kind of diagnosis, Xuanying has nothing to do but fight hard when he falls ill...

Is it possible that he has to visit famous doctors?

Just to meet... is he rich?

Later, he disliked the expense of going to the clinic to get medicine, so he simply didn't even take the two pain-relieving decoctions, and had to bear it by himself when he fell ill.

After procrastinating and procrastinating, Xuanying could feel the veins in his body become more solidified, and occasionally he would writhe in excruciating pain when he became active.

Even his leg, which was only unconscious at the beginning, was limped from the rubbing, dragging people down.

He wasted.

Xuanying realized this very clearly, even though she felt unwilling, she didn't know what to do.

In addition to the cost of supporting Xuan Miao Academy, and the need for Xuan Teng to marry a wife in the past two years...

Xuanying was overwhelmed by too much demand for silver, and once lingered on the trivial matters of life, but he had no other skills, so he had a pair of strength in good times and bad times, and barely maintained his life.

There was no panic in Xuanying's heart, so he hurried and hurried, and finally arrived at the Buddhist temple halfway up the mountain before the sky completely darkened.

The money in the Luochen Temple has been desolate, and the temple gate is half closed, leaving only a young monk cleaning the fallen leaves in front of the temple.

As Xuan Ying walked over, a little novice was looking at this side, squinting his eyes for a closer look, and suddenly realized: "Ah, the benefactor Xuan is here!"

Most of the people in the temple knew Xuanying, and they also knew about this blacksmith who came here every now and then to add oil and money.

Xuanying nodded in response, she didn't need anyone to lead the way, so she walked in with ease.

Bypassing the Jialuo Hall all the way, Xuanying finally stopped in front of an inconspicuous remote courtyard.

The monk guarding in front of the courtyard saw Xuan Ying's figure, and greeted with a smile: "Benefactor Xuan is here again!"

"Well, here we come." Xuan Ying made a sound this time, and took out the half hanging copper coin from his bosom and handed it to the monk, "I'm sorry for your inconvenience."

"Amitabha..." The monk hurriedly took the copper coin, said the Buddha's name, and extended an invitation to Xuanying, "The almsgiver is merciful, do you want to go in today?"

Xuanying just shook his head when he heard the words: "I won't go in, please help me fuel the fuel, I will come back in a few days."

The monk was not surprised by Xuanying's answer, and nodded clearly.

Then Xuanying turned around directly, and returned the same way in the direction she came from.

It's as if he went up the mountain just to send some money to the Buddhist temple on the mountain...

The monk kept watching Xuanying's back until he could no longer see any traces before turning back to the courtyard and pushing open the door, only to see several long-burning lamps emitting faint flames in the dim environment.

The monk walked all the way to the corner one, picked up the oil fire on one side, and carefully poured it into the candlestick.

This is a newly lit ever-burning lamp a few years ago, but it is also the one that is most frequently given sesame oil money by the host.

Although the money is small, the heart is full.

I heard from the new blacksmith that it was ordered for his brother who had taken care of him for many years, as well as a benefactor who had been kind to him.

May his first life be safe and his half life be smooth.

Among the willow branches on the moon, among the rustling mountains and forests, a faltering figure passed through it, and soon disappeared in the branches and leaves.

The falling silvery-white moonlight hit Xuanying's face, revealing his youthful demeanor.