Unspeakable and strange

The days in Taizhou are very long, the pace of life is slow, the sun is unsteady, and the business of teahouses is the best.

He also went to the countryside to do as the Romans did, and went in to have a rest.

There was a lot of voices here, and all the seats were full. The story of the storyteller on the stage had just ended and was about to start a new beginning.

Like others, I asked for a jug of wine and a plate of peanuts.

The storyteller is telling the past events of the founder of the Xi Dynasty.

What can be said publicly in the teahouse is nothing more than singing praises, talking about how brave he is, galloping the battlefield, and calming the world.Even because he blows so hard, he doesn't look like a person anymore.

The storyteller was so happy to make it up that he spit all over the place.It is said that he was born with eyes like copper bells, teeth like daggers, more than ten feet tall, with big arms and round waist, and he can shake Mount Tai three times when he stomps his feet. Any general standing in front of him looks like a dwarf.Holding a halberd in his left hand and an ax in his right, he stood there with a red face and red clothes.I can't wait to say that he has three eyes, six hands, and is omnipotent.

Everyone just likes this set, the more exaggerated the compilation, the more thunderous the applause.

At the climax of the story, a person came to the teahouse.

Someone pointed out, "That blind man is here again."

Another person took a sip of his wine, "Every time we talk about the little emperor, he will come, what's so strange?"

The person being talked about tapped his bamboo stick to the ground and sat down in the usual corner, and Xiaoer served a pot of fragrant tea without saying hello.

The mute looked over there, but couldn't see anything through many figures.Only the hands can be vaguely seen, with clear joints, white and slender, leisurely resting on the wine cup, which makes the wine cup as noble as a luminous cup given by the emperor.

"Besides, Pan Ge occupied the important pass city - Youzhou, and used it as the capital, and raised the banner to stand on his own. The king thought that he had a kindness for him, and ordered to detour to Tiewa Mountain, and went to Pingzhou. But he didn't It occurred to me that in just three months, Pan Ge's eldest son was instigated by a villain to usurp the throne and kill his own father. The news spread to the soldiers, and the king was furious. Pan Bao, who killed his own father, did not expect the army to come so quickly. In just ten days, the soldiers had already approached the city. The soul is scattered in the nine layers of heaven..."

"It's 20." Someone from the audience suddenly said, his voice was hoarse and not pleasant to hear.

"What?" The storyteller didn't respond.

"You said 30 troops this time, but you said 20 last time."

Hearing someone choking on the stage, someone booed immediately from the audience.

The storyteller's face turned blue, "This judge must have misremembered it, it's always been 30. I've said this passage no less than a hundred times, and I can recite it backwards even when I fall asleep at night."

Hearing what he said, the man fell silent.

The storyteller coughed, clapped his eyes, and continued.It was about the battle in Youzhou, where Pan Bao feigned surrender and set up a beauty trap, the king was injured and besieged.

Just halfway through the speech, someone from the audience said, "Last time you said that Yan and Pan used one hundred and eight moves when they were fighting."

What's going on today, someone messed up again.The storyteller was so angry that his lips trembled, and when he looked down, it turned out to be that person again.

"It seems that this judge not only has bad eyesight, but also has some problems with his ears. He always mishears and misremembers. The king's miraculous skills are so powerful that he doesn't need a hundred and eight tricks." The storyteller laughed dryly, and replied Get yin and yang strange.

He was a little annoyed, this person did this every time he came, as if he was here to pick on the thorns on purpose.These books are compiled by himself, how can it be so clear whether they are true or false?Originally, he thought that this person had a disability and didn't have the same knowledge as him, but it was hard not to be angry when he repeatedly refuted his own face.

The man paused, and then said, "Actually, I've always been a little surprised that the female general put up a ecstasy formation, but since the king has seen through the conspiracy, and the two have their own thoughts, how could they be tempted by her and be designed by her?"

The storyteller reluctantly explained, "As the saying goes, a hero is saddened by a beauty. Even if the ruler of the country is capable, he is a sentimental type. He has a seven-apertured exquisite heart. In the face of tenderness and love, even a hundred steel refiners turn into soft fingers."

"but……"

"Okay, okay, what's going on, don't you just listen to it?" The other people who listened to the book were unhappy, "What's so strange? Which man doesn't lose his soul when he sees a beautiful woman?" , I don’t know anything? Let alone wine, I can drink even urine.”

"He can't see it even if he wants to." Someone in the audience interjected, causing rustling laughter.

"Hey, blind man, are you here to make trouble? Listen quietly if you want to listen, and get out if you don't want to listen."

"Being interrupted by you so much, this book talks about the year of the monkey, so it's just for you to listen to it alone? If you really have so many questions, just take your wallet and ask slowly by yourself. The poor ghost is still talking nonsense."

"You can see that he is acting as usual, and I don't know if he is really blind or fake blind."

"Maybe she is pretending to be blind to gain sympathy. I often see Widow Zhao giving him things. Widow Zhao wants to get the chastity archway. She has never pretended to men, but she treats him very well. The two of them don't do it together." Unclean..."

"Damn it, I want to see if he is really blind or fake blind today." Someone stood up abruptly, about to remove the cloth covering his eyes.

The man turned sideways to avoid it, and said coldly, "Both eyes are hurt, I'm afraid to scare everyone, so it's not easy to show."

"Fuck your grandma, I'm going to see how scary it can be today, can it scare me?" He reached out and clasped his shoulder to prevent him from hiding.

The strips were still torn off.

The crowd fell silent.

Hearing that they were arguing fiercely, the dumb man didn't care at first, he lowered his head and drank his wine silently. Hearing the eerie silence, he looked over.

With a clang, the wine cup in his hand fell to the ground and fell apart, and the hot tea splashed on him, but he didn't notice it either.

There was a sword scar on the man's eyes, which was obviously not well maintained, and healed extremely ugly, his flesh turned out, and he was hideous and terrifying.

It would be fine if such scars were on an ordinary person's face, but that person had such a good life, with such an ugly scar on his extremely beautiful face, it was like ink had been splashed on a beauty picture and cracks had been cracked on a jade vessel.

The man knew that the cloth strip had been ripped off, and his face was a little unnatural. He touched the scar on his face, suppressed his dissatisfaction, and stretched his hand forward, "Please return the things to me."

It took the visitor a moment to react, and he clicked his tongue twice, "It's a pity, if it wasn't for this injury..." He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch it.But before he touched it, the wrist bone was suddenly bent back, and with a crack of the bone, he screamed miserably.

The mute stepped forward a few steps, folded the wrist of this person, looked coldly at the onlookers, and suddenly hated in his heart, how could the person he cherished to the extreme be despised by these disgusting things?

Others were terrified by him.

Only the big man was still screaming and swearing.

Hearing his harsh scolding, the mute became even more angry. With all his strength, he removed one of his arms, then waved his hand for an iron rod, twisted it into a circle and clasped the man's neck. With a wave of his hand, the man was nailed. On the wall, the mute retracted his hands and tightened the iron rod little by little. The big man kicked his feet wildly and grabbed the iron rod around his neck with one hand.

Everyone in the teahouse looked dumbfounded, and someone yelled "A monster!" The dull crowd suddenly moved, ran while crying, and dispersed completely in a short while.

The crimson color in the mute's eyes gradually dissipated, and it returned to a pair of black and white almond eyes. He looked at the man without blinking, his eyes were still beautiful and clean.

He withdrew his hand and stood beside the man, feeling a little uneasy suddenly, not knowing where to put his hands and feet.He saw the cloth strips falling on the ground, quickly picked them up, wiped the dust, and handed them over.After waiting in the air for a long time, I realized that he couldn't see, so I carefully put the cloth strip in his hand.

The man took it with a calm face, and thanked him in a gentle manner.

The man covered his eyes and asked him to sit on the other side, "I don't know your name?"

The mute blinked, but made no sound.

The man waited for a long time, but he didn't hear a sound, which was a little strange.

The dumb man thought for a while, and came up with a plan, took his hand, and wrote in his hand - born with dumb disease.

The man was stunned for a moment, and then he kindly said, "I have some medical skills, if you don't mind, I can help you diagnose the pulse and see if there is a cure."

The mute didn't expect that he would say this, so he opened his eyes, but the man had already reached out to shake his hand, wanting to help him take a look.

The dumb man withdrew his hand suddenly, and the man was empty, thinking he was afraid, "What's wrong? You see that I am blind, don't you believe me? To be honest, although I can't control myself, I do know some medical skills. Show me Take a look, no matter whether it can be cured or not, it will not suffer." Then, he stretched out his hand to him,

The mute couldn't answer. Seeing him waiting, he panicked.Seeing the charcoal basin warming the wine, he became ruthless and suddenly grabbed the red-hot charcoal and swallowed it. The pain made him sweat all over his head and his eyes were blurry, but he gritted his teeth and dared not let out a sound. buzzing.After the severe pain passed, the injured area became numb, and his whole body stopped shaking. He swallowed, and the pain felt like swallowing a broken knife, and he almost passed out.There was blood in his mouth, he turned his head to spit out the blood, wiped it with the back of his hand, and took a slow breath.

Then he grabbed the man's hand and touched his throat.

That hand was as cold as ice.

As soon as the fingertip touched it, the man's expression changed.

The mute opened his mouth, his vocal cords were burnt, and he could only make some vague and simple sounds. The blood flowed down, which was very tragic no matter what he saw or heard, but he smiled slowly, as if to say, look, I kid you not, I'm really dumb.

The man withdrew his hand and hid it in his sleeve, hiding his uncontrollable trembling.

Reluctantly calmly said, "It's a very serious burn, I need to find a regular medical center. Thank you for today's matter, brother, let's go."

After speaking, he stood up, raised the bamboo stick, turned and left.

The mute didn't know why he wanted to leave suddenly, so he hurried after him.

The man walked slowly, and he chased him fast, but when he caught up, he was speechless, and watched him pass him and go ahead, so he followed at a distance of three steps, no more, no less, and he would not lose track It won't bother you either.

He is extremely stubborn, and the people he believes in will not change.The blood dripping from his mouth stained his front, his face was covered in blood, and he followed a blind man step by step with a ruthless expression, it was hard not to attract attention.

But he didn't seem to see anything. Thousands of people walked past him and pointed at him, but he only looked at one person.

They walked out of the city slowly and walked to the outskirts of the city. The sun was getting bigger and people were a little dizzy from the sun. The grass and trees in the suburbs were sickly, with withered and yellow leaves.

The mute was a little tired from walking, but luckily he was a goblin, so he was able to persevere after walking for such a long time with such a serious injury.It's just that his throat hurts too much. He is Taomu, and what he fears most is fire.

He looked forward and found that the man quickened his pace, and the distance between them was a little far away.

He trotted a few steps, being careful not to make any noise.

As a result, the man turned around suddenly. He was startled, forgetting that the man could not see, and turned sideways to hide, but he tripped over a tree root and fell to the ground.

"Why are you following me?" the man asked.

The hand was scratched, and the mute lowered his head and slowly got up.

"That's all I have." The man walked over fumblingly, took out some money from his pocket, and placed it in front of him. "You take the money and go back."

The mute wiped the dirt from the wound on his body, turning a blind eye to the money.

"Don't follow me anymore, I'm blind, I can't take care of you, I can't take care of you." The man persuaded.

The mute raised his head, looked at the man, and smiled slightly.I thought to myself, it’s okay, I’m a little better than before.

Qin Hongfeng waited, but still did not get any response, so he turned around and walked forward.

After a while, there was another rustling sound.He sighed and could only pretend he didn't hear it.

When we got to the river, we paid the money to cross the river.He groped and sat in the cabin, and soon felt a small jolt of the boat, as if someone had boarded the deck again, but did not enter the cabin.The boatman beckoned the man to go in, but the man didn't answer anything.

Qin Hongfeng touched his scratched eye, leaned against the bulkhead, tapped the oar, and the boat swayed away.

With such a big incident happening in the teahouse, Taizhou naturally couldn't stay.

Even if that person already knows some spells and can resist for a while, but if those common people really invite the eminent monks to catch the demons, his three-legged cat moves and superficial practice will naturally be no match for him.As for myself... even more powerless.

After Fuyu Mountain, he was rescued by Nanguang.

Nan Guang said that when he was taking care of the karma tree before, he knew that there would be such a catastrophe.Fortunately, Qin Hongfeng's lifeline was not broken, so he was rescued by him.

But the fairy bone has been destroyed, so he can only be an ordinary person.

When Nan Guang said this, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't seem to feel sorry for him. Perhaps in his eyes, there is no difference between immortals and humans, but their responsibilities are different.

Nan Guang found out that Shao'an was not involved in those things, so he took Shao'an with him when he rescued people.

Later, Nan Guang was on official business, and Shaoan was always taking care of him.After Qin Hongfeng recovered from his injuries, he left alone, leaving Shaoan to stay with Nanguang to practice.

He found a place to live at random, and made a living by helping people diagnose pulses and ask diseases.

Only occasional news will carry the name of the deceased.

I don't know how long the boat had been sailing in the river, when suddenly there was a thunderstorm, and the rain hit the side of the boat, crackling, like soybeans being fried in a pot, and the boat swayed with the wind and waves, making the boat more bumpy.

It's all like this inside the cabin, I don't know what it looks like outside.

After thinking about it, he still got up and lifted the curtain, leaned out and said, "If you don't mind, brother, let's go in and take shelter from the rain."

The image of the Xuanguang mirror gradually blurred.

Shaobai flicked the mirror to return to blank, "Just see here."

Yan Ning withdrew her gaze, her gaze was a little sluggish.

Shaobai looked at him, "I said earlier, since you have already made a decision, why must you see whether he is alive or dead?"

"Now that I know, isn't it even more sad?"

Yan Ning smiled, and said in a low voice, "How could it be? It's not good for him to be like this."

Shaobai nodded lightly, "It's best for you to think like this. The so-called seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence, you have no heart for love, and you are devoted to fame, while he is trapped by love and obsessed with obsession. In the end, the two get their own place, which is indeed the best ending."

Yan Ning stood up slowly, her long robe hanging on the ground, "You're right."

He walked to the open door of the palace. At this moment, it was windy and rainy outside, and dark clouds accumulated on the glazed tiles of the palace. "When do you plan to leave?"

Shaobai put Xuan Guangjing back into his arms, "I came today to bid farewell to you. Master was awarded the immortal talisman on the day when the Di Kingdom was unified, but now you have been on the throne for a year, and the world is peaceful, but I have not heard any news. "He looked anxious, looking at the dark sky outside, uncertain of the divine will, "I plan to go back to Qingfeng Mountain."

Faced with the wind, Yan Ning let the night wind blow up the robe, "Then what if I'm not the Ming Lord?"

Shaobai shook his head, "No, once a person dies, his fate can be changed once. Master has already rewritten it for you. What's more, if you didn't have such a fate, you wouldn't be able to sit in your current seat. Master and I are just following the sky."

After Shaobai left, Yan Ning went back to the bedroom alone and sat for a long while, listening to the sound of wind and rain outside, without feeling sleepy.He simply called someone over and went to the South Study Room to review the memorial. He left the palace some time ago, and had to deal with many important matters.The eunuch who was on duty at night held an umbrella for him. When he passed the backyard, he saw a reddish and withered green.

He stood there for a while, then took out a paper crane from his arms, and buried it under a peach tree in the yard.

Then turned around and walked slowly.

Another ten years have passed, the weather has been smooth, and the country is peaceful and the people are safe.

From time to time, there are reports of white deer appearing in the west mountain, unicorns appearing in the north, dragons singing in the south sea, and auspicious signs appear frequently in various places.

All the ministers congratulated him, and some courtiers suggested that since the world is in peace today, His Majesty has made outstanding contributions and outstanding political achievements. He should go to Mount Tai to enshrine Zen, offer sacrifices to heaven and earth, and thank you for his protection.

At the moment, everyone responds and sings praises.

The emperor, who lives on the nine-fold high platform, has not responded for a long time. He just said lightly that the world is initially settled, the country is not stable, and the road to enshrining Zen on Mount Tai is too far away, which consumes too much energy. , the ancestor of Sheji.

Naturally, the courtiers have nothing to say, and they all say that your majesty is thrifty and loves the people, which is the blessing of the people.

It wasn't until the court came down that the attendants around him heard the emperor mockingly, "How can you believe in the theory of strange powers and chaotic gods?"

End

Zhongshan PS: This book is finally finished, and it is the first finished work. Although there are many unsatisfactory places, I am still very happy.

At the beginning, I thought of a very simple story. The core is that everyone has what they want, and finally got what they want.And if you gain something, you will lose something, and seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence is not always satisfactory.

In his last life, Qin Hongfeng wanted to practice immortality and prove the Tao. He realized it and regretted it.In this life, he wanted Yan Ning to be resurrected, and to return him to the position of emperor and his prominent power, but he killed an innocent person.

Zhen Yanning wants to restore the country and fulfill his promise to his father and subjects.Abandoning love, he achieved it, and in the end he was alone, and the prosperity he won could only be dedicated to himself.

There are also Hu Feihuan and Shaobai, they are dedicated to cultivating immortals and asking, they can be regarded as having owed their deep gratitude, but in the end they still missed a move, and fate tricked people.

False Yan Ning wants a person's heart, wants his wholeheartedly, in the end his ending is the best, he got it, but he didn't lose anything, but it's also because he had nothing in the first place, he wanted to be simple, and he was willing to give everything, In order to be satisfied.

Everyone is right, but the result is always a bit embarrassing. Life has been in a dilemma since ancient times. Knowing what you really want is the most rare thing.

This book belongs to writing the beginning and ending first, and then filling in the middle. Looking back after writing, it is a bit unreadable, but fortunately, it did not deviate from the original idea. I hope the next book will improve a little bit.

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