A Beginner's Guide to Magic

Lin Mengjiao's baby was born two months ago.

As soon as Pei Ning and Duan Qiqi were together, they were called back by the family when the wedding banquet was over. Li Jixiang stayed in the valley for a while longer and did not leave until the end of November. Before leaving, he repeatedly told her not to eat too much. Because this lady has already gained twenty catties.

Doctor Lin was very aggrieved, and she repeatedly explained that it was clearly not that she wanted to eat, but the child wanted to eat.

Now Lu Yang was sitting in front of her bed peeling oranges. He peeled one slowly, and Lin Mengjiao ate one. She was still holding a book in the other hand, reading with relish.

Some time ago, she suddenly started to crave sour food. After watching too many TV dramas, Lu Yang felt that the baby must be a boy.

"It doesn't matter." The newly married lady Lin said: "In our Red Sleeve Valley, it's the same for boys and girls. For girls, I will let her be the future owner of the valley, and for boys, I will let him learn swords from Brother Fengchan."

Lu Yang didn't want to have an uncle who was 20 years younger than him out of thin air, and he was still in his stomach, so he quickly persuaded her, saying that it is feasible for a man to study medicine, and don't limit the child's future development.

"The most important thing is for the child to be happy." Lu Yang casually said, "It depends on how he chooses in the future. If he wants to join the Wuxiang Sword Sect, that's fine. Just be my disciple."

"Yes. The child calls you master during the day and father at night, how nice it is."

Lu Yang peeled the oranges silently. He didn't realize that this girl always likes to make some bad jokes.

A few months ago, the day after their wedding ended, Lu Yang told her that it would be better to just be a contracted couple who respect each other as guests for the rest of their lives. I also don't remember what Lin Mengjiao tried to persuade, but she finally agreed.

Married to a broken sleeve, maybe she will live like this for the rest of her life. In order not to wrong her, in the past few months, Lu Yang has waited on others and treated the unborn child more affectionately than his own father.Old Guzhu Lin saw it, his face was full of wrinkles with a smile, and he repeatedly praised Uncle as a good husband who can love others.

Only Lin Mengjiao knew that he hadn't smiled once in several months.

Staying in the valley, escaping from the world, he can't hear any news from outside, but it's also pure, after all, he doesn't want to hear about many things.

Feng Chan left the valley half a month ago. He said he would go to the Wuxiang Sword Sect again to build a tomb for Anan's young disciple. If possible, he would build a mausoleum, put a golden statue inside, and build some terracotta warriors. , Pour some mercury or something, make up the numbers, have fun, in short, the idea is unconstrained.

Lu Yang heard him yelling in his room all morning, and finally couldn't hold back his words: "You might as well build an ordinary tomb with two caves, put the clothes of Master's life in one, and wait for you to enter the other one after a hundred years. solved."

Feng Chan scratched his head and smiled unnaturally: "Since ancient times, only husband and wife can be buried in double-cave tombs. I don't have that kind of relationship with Anan, how can I go beyond the rules?"

"Really do not have?"

"No."

"Really really not?"

"Really do not have."

The more he spoke, the more certain he became. Lu Yang was helpless. He couldn't bear to see this kind of tweaking and stubborn people. He said directly: "Why don't we make a bet, if you don't have it in your heart, my master will definitely bet ten Eight layers of hell. If you have it in your heart, he can have a good pregnancy, and he will be the young son of a wealthy family in the next life, and he will be well-clothed and well-fed for the rest of his life."

"Yes, I admire him." Feng Chan said without thinking.

Lu Yang thought to himself, Mr. Feng was extremely happy and unrestrained all his life, doing whatever he thought of, he was as free as a gust of wind, why did he focus on his feelings and be so shy, is he still from the Jianghu?

But he thought again, isn't he the same?In the past, when I liked someone, I wanted the other person to speak first. If the other person didn't say anything, he wouldn't reveal the slightest bit of affection. The whole person was cold and looked like an iron tree. In fact, his heart had been burned long ago. have no idea.

Friends left one after another, Feng Chan also left the valley, Lu Yang knew that there is always a feast in the world, and now he was sitting by the bed with a blank face, like a silent orange peeling machine.

Lin Mengjiao squinted at him, she could see his thoughts, and said: "Okay, the book says, where in life do you not meet each other."

Lu Yang peeled a new orange, stuffed it into her palm, and finally said the first sentence of the day: "Some people, it's better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes."

When Lin Mengjiao heard this, she looked out the window, stared at a branch of wintersweet for a while, and said, "You're right."

Some time ago, Hongxiu Valley received a letter from Li Jixiang. The style of writing was bold and unrestrained, as if it was written in a hurry. He wrote a short sentence on the letter: "The old man is married, so he can raise his baby with peace of mind."

That letter is still under Lin Mengjiao's pillow.

"What is the child's name?" Lu Yang asked.

"What do you think is a good name for him?" Lin Mengjiao asked back.

Lu Yang thought for a while and said, "The surname is Lin."

"Then it's called Lin Xing."

"The joy of making waves and asking questions about crimes?"

"...Joyful Xing."

Lin Mengjiao turned a page of the book, and slowly, as if talking about some unimportant things, said casually: "If he followed my temperament, it would be easy to handle. But if he followed that so-and-so, his emotions and anger are invisible, It's hard to teach with a full stomach."

Lu Yang nodded.

"You really don't want to go back to Wanzhang Peak to have a look?"

Lu Yang looked up at her, then at the slightly raised quilt, and said, "At least I have to serve the confinement child."

Lin Mengjiao waved her hand: "There are many doctors in Guli who are more professional than you. You are no longer needed. Hurry up and get busy with your own affairs. Don't waste time with me."

Lu Yang frowned: "How could it be considered a delay with you, I am also the child's adoptive father."

"Okay, okay." Lin Mengjiao closed the book and said with a smile: "This child is his adoptive father, go to Wanzhang Peak and bring me a handful of primrose. I want to save it for stewing crucian carp soup in the future."

Lu Yang embarked on the road back home.

Along the way, he heard a lot of rumors, saying that the Demon Cult and the Martial Arts League have officially declared war, and there are only ten of the twelve sects left, and they will start to stand in their own teams. When the situation is changing, if you take a wrong step, it will be like stepping on the sky. abyss.

Except for the top twelve sects, other sects, large and small, have also been more or less mixed in. As for the three sects of the hidden world, it is as if they are all dead. out.

On this day, there was a faint tendency to snow, and the wind made people's faces stiff.Lu Yang bought a cloak at the foot of the mountain and wrapped it around his body, but it couldn't resist the cold wind.

When did Wanzhang Peak become so cold?He has only been down the mountain for more than a year, and he is no longer used to the temperature here.

Walking through the poisonous miasma forest, Lu Yang was a little surprised. When he left, the air here was still purple with poison, why did it dissipate in a short time?

A little further up, he saw an arm by the edge of the woods.

The incision was neat, and the blood was black and purple. Judging by the color and pattern of the clothes, it was someone's arm on Wanzhang Peak.

Lu Yang's heart tightened.He faintly had a bad premonition, as if he was already late.

He ran up without hesitation, the road was covered with blood, there were scattered blades and hidden weapons, etc., as well as some corpses.

Among them, there are some familiar faces.

He dare not admit it.

Finally, I ran up to the mountain gate. Compared with the road, there was more blood flowing here, and broken pieces of meat fell to the ground. Because it was too cold, some of them had already frozen into ice.

He suddenly couldn't walk, and limped to move under the poplar tree.

There was a chaise longue with a man lying on it.

It can't be said that he is a complete person, after all, his right arm is gone.Shen Yunkai half-opened his eyes, as if he couldn't see his death in peace, his eyes were staring at the road up the mountain, and he didn't know who he was waiting for before he died.

But his expression was very peaceful, as if he didn't suffer too much pain before he died, or he looked back and saw something that was enough to make people feel relieved before he died, and he passed away happily.

Lu Yang was sitting on the ground, only then did he notice that the hairband that Shen Yunkai tied firmly on his head was actually the one he lost in the Western Regions, how did he come back to Wanzhang Peak after thousands of miles?Junior brother really looked for him for a whole year?In the end, there was really no other way, so the arrest warrant was issued?Now no one can tell him the answer.

Shen Yun opened the blood on his forehead, which had already frozen.His cheeks were very pale, dotted with sporadic icicles, and there was some blood on his eyelashes. He was a dead man.

It's really cold, Lu Yang thought.

Wanzhang Peak never snows all year round.

Even in the middle of winter, not a single piece of snow has ever fallen, as if this place is really filthy, with human blood like ink, and the sky is unwilling to let down that white and clean thing.

But now it has finally snowed, and the people of Wanzhang Peak are all dead.

He collected all the people he could collect and buried them in the back mountain.

He also cut a spiritual seat with a sword, carved characters on it, and placed it in the mourning hall.

At night, he was lying on the bed, looking at the picturesque pictures of rivers and mountains embroidered on the curtain, and for no reason, he suddenly wanted to find a stone and hit him to death.

When he used to work hard for dozens of mouths down the mountain, he didn't feel that life was difficult. He followed Lin Qiao and the others to the outside of the Great Wall and came back again. I feel that I can get up and welcome a new life.

But now, he really couldn't find anything to look forward to.He didn't understand why he had been working so hard for so long, and why things that were so close to the door always ended in tragedy.

Even if he went out of the valley a few months earlier and returned to Wanzhang Peak in time, it would be useless. How much use can one person do?At best, let Chen Qiandie die a few more people, but it won't destroy the huge martial arts alliance.

The Devil's Cult is still gone, and even though the people on Wanzhang Peak don't look like members of the Devil's Cult at all, and they don't want to, fate still arranges a pale ending for them.

I still remember Li Jixiang telling him with a smile before he left the valley that Shen Yunkai went down the mountain early in the morning and finally became a son-in-law. He also wiped out the horse bandits in the Western Regions. Good ending.

As Lu Yang thought about it, his heart seemed to be thrown out of the house, frozen into ice balls.

Shen Yunkai could have married the princess and become a general.

The second junior brother who looks like that must be very high-spirited, like a proud phoenix.

But I ruined it all.The old scars all over Lu Yang's body were aching and burning.