Escape from the Ghost

Tianlu Mountain is located [-] miles away from the suburb of Mucheng, hidden under a cloud of mist. It has always had aura for thousands of years, and there is also white snow that will not melt for thousands of years.The mountains are surrounded by heavy snow, layer upon layer, like another world.

The little savage was covered with a thick quilt, but he still woke up from the cold.When he fell asleep, his whole body was numb from the soles of his feet to his calves, and he was so cold that he opened his eyes.He looked at the quilt in his arms, the quilt was sauce blue, the cotton was so thin that it seemed to have been used for many years.

The young man sat up, rubbed his hands together and let out a sigh of relief, brushing away the messy hair that covered his eyebrows and eyes, and relaxed a little.When the sensations on his body slowly recovered, he felt that his chest was extremely itchy. He opened the white obscene clothes and took a look. The bandages were wrapped around his chest, and it was very tight from front to back.

He jumped off the kang and walked towards the door before he even had time to put on his shoes.As soon as the door was opened, there was a brisk sound of bells, and with the wind, rhythmic "bells" rang.The young man moved his ears, stepped on the white snow all over the ground, and walked forward. Through the courtyard, there was a hall with three doors. A row of golden sutra barrels hung at the door of the hall. A gust of wind blew past and hit the barrel wall. , the voice jumped more cheerfully in an instant.

The young man stepped over the threshold, and the golden statue stood on the temple, looking down upon all living beings.There are two futons in front of the golden statue, and an elderly monk is kneeling on the futons, knocking on the wooden fish and chanting scriptures in a low voice.

Barefoot, the young man walked up to the monk step by step and knelt down together.He was surrounded by the cold air from the outside, and his feet had just stepped on the snow, and they were red from the cold, but he didn't care at all.The young man clasped his hands together and raised his head to look up. The Buddha statue was sitting on the lotus pedestal, with a vivid charm, long and narrow eyes, and soft eyes, as if all living beings were just a flick of a finger in his eyes.

After a long time, the monk stopped the wooden fish and said quietly: "You are here." This sentence was sincere, as if the young man was just an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

Looking sideways, the young man saw that the hunchbacked monk was covered with wrinkles, and a blue birthmark covered most of his face. His eyebrows were like a strand of silver thread, and together with his full beard, they dragged along his face to the ground.The man looked terrifying, but the young man's gaze skipped over them one by one, without staying any longer.Just like all living beings and all appearances, in his eyes, there is no difference.

Master Sengchou nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Spiritual boy of the Shanshi clan, you are very good... The blessing of the blessing depends on the misfortune, and the blessing of the misfortune, but now I don't know whether this spiritual power is a blessing or a curse for you. He raised his hand and touched the boy's head, and continued, "Remember, don't be persistent."

The young man looked at the master blankly and nodded slightly.

Outside the door, there was a sound of brisk footsteps, and the girl's voice suddenly sounded: "You are awake."

The young man turned his head and saw a young girl in a purple gauze skirt, carrying a bamboo basket into the main hall. When she saw Master Sengchou, she bowed and bowed, and said respectfully, "Master, excuse me."

Master Sengchou glanced at the bamboo basket, with deep eyes that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and said: "Sure enough, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other."

As soon as the words fell, the basket slid down Su Ningzi's forearm.She glanced nervously, quickly picked up the basket and hung it up again, looked at the boy and said angrily, "I think you're hungry too, come on, let's have a bite to eat."

The boy hesitated, seeing that the master didn't know what to do.

Su Ningzi looked at the young man, becoming more and more impatient, and urged: "Don't be ignorant, if it wasn't for the general's order, I wouldn't bother to take care of you, a little savage!"

The young man blushed instantly, and got up on the ground. Unexpectedly, when he got up, he pulled the wound a little bit, and immediately grinned in pain.But he was afraid that Su Ningzi would be waiting impatiently, so he didn't dare to delay, so he quickly followed out the door, and the two of them sat together on the steps outside the main hall.

Su Ningzi opened the bamboo basket, and the blue and white porcelain plate was filled with translucent snacks, each piece of snack was inlaid with a petal of sweet-scented osmanthus, which was fragrant.The young man sniffed it carefully, and his eyes lit up immediately.The stone steps were covered with remnant snow, he stepped on them barefoot, and it was still a little cold at first, but now he saw Su Ningzi smiling expectantly, and even the soles of his feet felt warm and itchy.

Seeing him staring blankly, Su Ningzi said triumphantly, "Hurry up and eat, I made this myself!"

The boy blinked and saw Su Ningzi nodding at him, immediately grabbed two pieces, gobbled them into his mouth, and slid them down his throat without even tasting the taste.However, after chewing it a few times, he spit it all out on the ground with a "wow", covered his stomach and rolled down the steps to the yard.

The intestines are knotted in the fragile belly, with nine bends and eighteen bends, as if all the internal organs in the body have been turned upside down.The young man suddenly felt his blood surge, coughed, and vomited the bloody pastry on the ground, against the white snow field, it was black and red and black and red with a stench.

Su Ningzi threw down the plate, and scattered the remaining sweet-scented osmanthus cake all over the floor.With tears in her eyes, she sneered, walked down the steps slowly, looked at the dying young man on the ground, and said, "The nine generations of the Li family are single, brother Hongliang is kind and generous, why did he die at the hands of a monster like you? Nowadays, such a rare Opportunity is in front of me, even if the general punishes me, I have to take revenge, and I will guarantee you to die of entrails!"

She took out a purple leather whip from the back of her waist, and flicked the whip with a fierce look.The young man turned over and managed to avoid the whip, but felt the pain in his stomach was worse, as if thousands of poisonous snakes were biting back and forth, he was extremely sad, wishing to die immediately to relieve the pain.Now, even the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and the cold air was so overwhelming that he couldn't help shivering.

The Su family of the West Palace, who has always been good at medicine, belongs to one of the four surnames of the Song family.Su Ningzi has been by Song Muzhi's side since she was 15 years old, mixing with the men, she is a personal maid in name, but actually a demon king.

The young man raised his head slightly, staring at Su Ningzi with big eyes, Su Ningzi shook her head, and took half a step back.strangeness?She has seen more dead people than living people on the battlefield, but... this is the first time she has seen such compelling eyes.The cold is overwhelming and daunting.What are you doing?At this moment, it is obviously me who has the upper hand.

She put more strength into her hand, flicked the whip, strangled the boy's neck fiercely, and said: "Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. Sending you to die early is also to help you escape!"

The boy grabbed the whip with both hands, all his breath was caught in his throat, and his face was flushed.The next moment, his eyelids were getting heavier and drooping involuntarily.

Suddenly a loud shout came: "Presumptuous!"

When Su Ningzi heard this, her hands trembled in fright, and the whip fell to the ground.Her legs went limp, she fell to her knees with a "plop", and stammered, "General... General..."

Song Muzhi strode over, took the boy in his arms, loosened the restraint around his neck, and threw the whip in front of Su Ningzi, cursing: "The place where Buddhism prospers is where you run wild! Besides..." He Looking at the dying boy in his arms, he sighed and said, "He's just a child!"

Su Ning's eyes were red, she kowtowed heavily, and said, "But, brother Hongliang..."

"Shut up! Not to mention that Hong Liang died under the back arrow of Mu Yi. Even on the battlefield, you die for the sake of defending your home and country, not for personal enmity. Now, since he was raped by Mu Yi Oppression is not my enemy. You are taking advantage of people's danger and killing innocent people indiscriminately! Su Ningzi, how did I teach you, benevolence, righteousness and morality, have you forgotten all about it?"

Song Mu's words were very serious, Su Ningzi immediately panicked when she heard it: "General, I..."

Song Muzhi asked in a deep voice, "Where's the antidote?"

When Su Ningzi heard this, her expression became even uglier.The small face that was originally pretty, now even the eyebrows were twisted into the character "eight", and said timidly: "I... I don't have any antidote, I'm sure it's his life... just..." The more she spoke, the lower her voice was, she lowered her eyebrows and did not dare to look at Song Muzhi.

"Kneel for me, don't get up until the sun goes down!"

When Su Ningzi heard this, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief, just knelt down, it was okay.After all, it was someone else's place, no matter how angry the general was, he was too embarrassed to punish her severely.

Seeing her slightly relaxed appearance, Song Muzhi added in a deep voice, "I'll deal with you when I go back!"

"..."

Song Muzhi leaned over and hugged the boy in his arms, and walked towards the bedroom.His arms carried the body temperature of a man, warm and comfortable, and the young man who was gradually depressed couldn't help but want to get closer. The young man rubbed his face and kept digging into Song Muzhi's arms.Song Muzhi looked at the boy's cat-like entanglement, smiled helplessly, and said, "Don't worry, I won't die."

I seem to have heard the same sentence twice.As soon as the words fell to the ground, the boy fainted again with confidence.

When the pain gradually receded, it was replaced by scorching flames, wrapping every inch of skin with heat, scalding everywhere, especially the head.The young man had been burned for a while, and his whole body was sticky. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly fell into a warmth, as if the meridians in his body were opened up, and he felt extremely comfortable.

So, for the first time since he could remember, he was awakened by warmth.

As soon as the boy opened his eyes, he found that he was completely naked, and he was in a dense hot spring water. The moon and stars were sparse, and the night was alluring. At this moment, even the singing of the birds was exceptionally clear.He tried to take his arm out a little, trying to flick off the fallen leaves floating on the water, but his fingers were slightly exposed, and it was still frighteningly cold around him.

The boy rubbed his face, and when he heard the sound of water behind him, he turned around and was dumbfounded.

Amidst the mist, the man stood with his back in the water, his shoulders were broad and strong.The scars and scratches from fighting all the year round are all over the white skin, but they don't affect the beauty of the back muscles at all.

There was a little generosity in the gentle voice: "Just wake up..."

Song Muzhi turned around slowly, his hair was grabbed together and tucked casually behind his head.There are still a few drops of dripping water dripping down the neck, draping over the shoulders, and sliding down into the pool together along the line in the middle of the chest.He lowered his brows and eyes, with a heroic air, although most of them were covered by the water mist, his awe-inspiring demeanor remained undiminished.

He is the one on the battlefield who helped him cut off the chain...

The young man stared at Song Muzhi closely, as if this person would disappear in the next moment.The steam was dispersing and steaming, making the young man a little uncomfortable, his heart and lungs were jumping around "plop plop", as if being boiled in a hot pot, his throat was tight along with it, and he couldn't help but want to swallow his saliva.

The corners of Song Muzhi's mouth were lightly raised, and his smile was free and easy: "Shi Shucao is indeed a miracle medicine, combined with hot spring water in the snow mountain, it dragged you back." He stretched out his hand, patted the boy's head, and said, "That's the way it is. Said, but I have always felt that your boy is too fateful to die."

He walked forward and approached the young man through the mist. The young man's heart beat faster immediately. He looked down at his small body, so ashamed that he wanted to back away.Unexpectedly, it took two steps to reach the end, the back rubbed against the wall, and touched the wound on the right shoulder, the pain was so cold that the face was deformed.

Song Muzhi frowned, with a concerned look on his face: "What's the matter?" He continued to approach, put his hand on the young man's forehead, touched it and said, "Is it not burning?"

The boy continued to walk back, holding his breath, fearing that he would approach again, so he opened his mouth anxiously: "I...I'm fine..."

After a few simple syllables came out, Song Muzhi was pleasantly surprised, and laughed heartily: "Hahaha..." After laughing, he said, "It turns out that you can speak, so that's great!"

The teenager scratched his head, why?Where is it?how goodLooking at the smiling man in front of him, he suddenly felt as if he had fallen from one big pit into another.

"Whoa..."

Song Muzhi was facing the boy, and suddenly stood up from the water.

"..."

He turned his body around and walked up the steps, a muscular |carcass|body|appeared impressively, his whole body was filled with the demeanor of an adult man and the arrogance of a battle-tested man.His body was narrow, his eyebrows were like torches, his skin was fair, but he was heroic.

Song Muzhi stood by the pool, pulled the white scarf from the branches, and wiped off the water stains along the neck, chest, and waist. While wiping, he told the young man: "The hot spring water is hot. Also blood circulation, your wound is not healed, don't soak for too long."

The boy's head exploded with a "hum"!His gaze followed the white scarf in Song Muzhi's hand, from the neck, waist, abdomen, down, and along the wiped water traces, moving down unconsciously.Unknowingly, a stream of heat radiated from under my body.

The young man flushed with shame immediately, and looked away unnaturally, but after a while, he regretted it again.But he didn't dare to look again, for fear of being discovered by Song Muzhi.After a while, he couldn't help but raise his eyes.He felt that this man was different from everyone else, his body was warm, his blood was warm, and his heart was also warm.

"Do you have a name?" Song Muzhi asked.

After hearing this, the boy shook his head.

"Anyway, you have no place to go, if you follow me from now on, would you be willing?"

The boy nodded quickly, for fear of missing something.

Song Muzhi threw the white scarf to the young man, wrapped it in a large robe, opened his chest, bent down to meet the young man's eyes, and said, "People, the journey back and forth is not important, but since you are alive, you should live If you die, you have to die upright, understand?"

The young man held Song Muzhi's used white scarf with both hands, and bit his lip.

Song Muzhi smiled, patted the young man's head and said: "Dongming Li's family has been loyal and good for generations, it's a pity that this single seedling died in your hands! Let me ask you, would you like to be his son?" In this way, even if you have paid your life, you can also get a name and stay by my side."

The boy didn't understand the first few sentences, but the last sentence was like a life-saving straw, so he nodded quickly.

Song Muzhi raised the corners of his mouth, smiled warmly, and said, "From now on, you won't have no name and no surname and no origin. Your surname is Li, is your name... Shengzhao Tianxia, ​​Ling Tianji Fei, from now on you will be Li Zhaoling." He patted the young man on the shoulder and said, "Remember, you are a bird with wings like clouds hanging from the sky. If you understand the 'sky' and the 'Tao', nothing in this world can trap you!"

The boy didn't know why, but he still nodded.

He said silently in his heart: Shengzhao Tianxia, ​​Ling Tianji Fei... I... am... Li... Zhao... Ling...

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There is a fish in Dark North, and its name is Kun.Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles away it is; when it turns into a bird, its name is Peng.Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles away it is; it flies in anger, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky. ——"Zhuangzi" Getaway

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