Yuanzhong poultry

The spring twilight leaks into the room little by little, coating the newborn orchid grass by the window with an ambiguous golden edge, which is the epitome of the beautiful and gentle scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.

Yu Bai suddenly thought that when he entered the palace four years ago, it was also such a spring.At that time, he was still surrounded by the bitter aura from the northwest, and the sword was often held and rubbed in his palm, soaked with the sword aura unique to young people.

But later, after three full years of annihilation in the deep palace, he used his life and death as a bargaining chip to win the blue sea and blue sky outside the palace, so this sword was useless.

Now his body is no longer suitable for holding a sword. In this warm south of the Yangtze River, the most he has to do is drink medicine to heal his wounds. Occasionally tend flowers and plants, and greet the guests of the inn. Naturally, it is normal for the long sword to be dusty.

"How long has it been since you held a sword?"

"I'm not a swordsman, why use a sword."

"But you are a young man. A young man should not be unable to hold a sword." Rong Cun Xin said bluntly, "Your body is not incurable, but your heart is already dead."

As if being hit by something, Yu Bai fell silent for a while.But he still put aside those complicated thoughts very quickly: "You came here from a long distance, presumably it's not to tell me this."

"Back when I asked the emperor to kowtow to me before he would save people, he also asked me why I did that, and I could only answer him 'Life is short, just have fun'." Rong Cunxin said with a smile, "Now you ask me Why come, I can only answer, life is too short to have fun."

Yu Bai frowned: "What?"

"Your ears aren't very good yet." Rong Cun said in amazement, "What I said was, 'Life is short, have fun'—"

Yu Bai interrupted him abruptly: "I mean the previous sentence."

"Oh, I mean, unless he gets on his knees and begs me..."

"Mr. Rong is right, I didn't come out of the palace to linger like this." His heartbeat suddenly missed a beat, and then returned to normal.Yu Bai spoke quickly, interrupting Rong Cunxin's memory full of fun: "If there is a good teahouse in Shuicheng, Mr. Rong would like to try it?"

Deliberately, too deliberately.Rong Cunxin recalled the memory, and while scorning Yu Bai's invitation, he said coldly: "You have lived in Ruoshui City for more than a year, you have received his things, and you know that he can see you, and you don't want to be rejected. When he saw it, he wanted to leave."

"..." Rong Cunxin's eyes were as bright as the windows just washed by the rainstorm, Yu Bai tried to defend himself but failed, in front of Mr. Rong who knew everything clearly, he could only sigh self-deprecatingly, "It's okay."

Rong Cunxin asked; "Why?"

Yu Bai couldn't say it well either, he just said: "In front of him... I don't look like myself."

"How to say?"

"It's not good, in short, it's..." Yu Bai was poor, and simply denied it directly, "It's not good. I don't like it."

Rong Cunxin nodded thoughtfully, then shook his head: "I think back then, when I was young, I also experienced this feeling..."

"and after?"

Rong Cunxin bared his teeth and smiled: "Later, like you, I felt that this was very bad, so I went to Baiyu Jingxiu to cultivate the ruthless way."

"..." How could this be a ruthless way, cultivating immortals?Yu Bai pondered for a moment: "It doesn't look very successful."

Rong Cunxin said immediately, "That's why I came to you."

The scene was silent for three seconds, and Yu Bai picked up his teacup again: "I'm not interested."

"Don't worry, if you are not interested in the ruthless way, there are many ways for you to choose from." Rong Cunxin turned himself into a master salesman, and he only had a few big characters carved on his face --- suitable for all ages, children and old people. Huo, the eagerness in his eyes almost overflowed his eyes, "What do you think of the way of marriage? To be more popular, the way of love and flowers, are you interested?"

Yu Bai rolled his eyes from the bottom of his heart, and began to seriously think about how to explain to his sister that there was an extra fanatical cultivator in the family. From this point of view, Xiao Jingming's "bone fortune-telling" really has merit.

He really wanted to tell Master Rong that the family has educated these children painstakingly since they were young, that Bai Yujing is a lair of scammers who specialize in abducting and selling children, and those masters who claim to come from Bai Yujing to preach among the people are rushing to the front line of abducting women and children top liars.

——"You will be arrested by the government and beheaded!" Mother Yue said at that time.

Rong Cunxin was spitting and his mouth was dry. Seeing that Yu Bai was still in a perfunctory state of "you continue to say that I'm listening", he immediately knocked on the table heartbroken: "You child! Why are you disobedient!"

"Did I let you go to Bai Yujing to practice Taoism in order to pass on my mantle! I didn't! I let you see a more exciting and broader world!"

With a bang, the small table shook three times, and the teacup fell to the ground.

Yu Bai: "..."

Bai Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor.Immortal caresses my head, knots my hair to receive longevity—in the past, the wind of cultivating immortals was very strong, and Baiyujing was almost the holy place in the hearts of all those who sought immortality. No one knew its exact location, but the name of Baiyujing was passed on by word of mouth.

Thanks to the continuous and vigorous crackdown by the first emperor on cultivating immortals and asking activities during the Chongde period, Bai Yujing has already fallen from the altar. The people in Daliang have always held a disdainful attitude towards the series of activities of asking gods and Buddhas. If the crooks are sent to the government, there will be a lot of generous rewards.

Rong Cunxin didn't know at all that the reserve soldier he was fancying was thinking of turning him over to the government for a reward, and continued to speak earnestly: "Xiaobai, a person lives for a lifetime, and the grass and trees fall in autumn. How can you follow the example of a mayfly? ?”

Yu Bai finally showed a little moved expression.He leaned over to pick up the broken porcelain and asked, "Why?"

"There are three hatreds in Rong's life, and the most hated is the young man's twilight and lack of energy." Rong Cunxin said seriously, "Of course, there is another one. I am serving my conscience and I have to deal with the aftermath. In case you die in such a depression, Isn't it just smashing my brand? Then how will I get along in the Jianghu in the future?"

Yu Bai frowned: "I don't understand."

Rong Cunxin stretched out his long arms, grabbed Yu Bai's teacup, and sighed: "That's because you are old, and you only ask why you do things, not your heart."

"Xiaobai, ask yourself if you are willing to stay here and bloom in the greenhouse as comfortably and aimlessly as this pot of orchids, until one day in the future, you will be moved by that person's entanglement or compensation, and start your journey again. Come together, or follow me Bai Yujing, who can't interfere with you, first ask your own heart, find your own way, mend the 20 years of being bound, have the ability to reject and accept, and then return to the world of mortals? "

The broken porcelain was pinched at the fingertips, and a bloodstain was drawn inadvertently.

Rong Cunxin had a panoramic view of his every move, and made a final concluding speech: "You came out of the palace for freedom, but what you have now is just a false freedom in a cover. What I can give you is your freedom. The capital, the ability to tear open the cover, and the confidence to put on the shackles willingly."

Yu Bai stared blankly at the drop of blood on his fingertips, something broke his heart.

In the past 20 years, he has been in the family first, and then in the deep palace. He has been repeating such a process, always thinking about leaving, but there is still no place worthy of his long-term stay.

Now, it's time to go to your own rivers and lakes.

After all, life is too short to have fun.

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Some people still have a childlike heart in their gluttonous years, while some people's hearts are ashamed in their weak years.It is never age that affects the state of mind, but all the history attached to the body.Only by completely abandoning the past can the sea of ​​mind be purified and the avenue is boundless.

Rong Cunxin was very satisfied with the awakening of the new apprentice, and suddenly said: "Say you just leave like this, will your sister let you go?"

Yu Bai smiled: "This is the home of my sister and brother-in-law, so naturally I can't stay for a long time. In the past, it was enough to recuperate from my injuries, but now my body has almost recovered, so how can I continue to be shameless."

Rong Cunxin sighed: "Then let's go."

Yu Bai nodded, and said again: "Wait for another two days."

Faced with Rong Cun's puzzled expression, Yu Bai finally showed a sincere smile: "The newlyweds will return home in three days, and I have to be at home."

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Ting'an Inn is closed today, and under the afterglow of the setting sun, the debris of firecrackers in front of the door is still red and dazzling.

In a private house not far from Ting'an Inn, Zhao Jun was looking out the window quietly, and there was a stack of sour plum slices on the window sill in front of him.

At this moment, he was twisting one and putting it in his mouth. As soon as the tip of his tongue touched the plum, he was irritated by a strong sour taste, which made the coating of his tongue bitter, which instantly made him frown.However, he didn't spit it out. Instead, he chewed it carefully and swallowed it slowly. It didn't look like he was eating a pile of sour plums worth two cents, but rather a rare delicacy that was rarely seen in a century.

"Little bastard." Knowing that it was me, and knowing that she couldn't eat sour plums, she insisted on ordering such a full plate.Looking at the closed curtains, Zhao Jun cursed silently, but picked up a sour plum again.

He looked at the two people who were going away from a distance, wishing he could grow his wings and follow them away, but in the end he stopped where he was, with a cup of tea and a pile of sour plums, and he sighed.

The author says:

While writing this, I am also thinking, what is real freedom.

Abai is looking for his freedom, and I am also looking for mine.Hope we all find it.

PS: This is probably Zhao Jun’s last peek, and he won’t be able to get another chance in the future hhhhh