red and white

Chapter 39

On the third day after the rain stopped, Chai Shuxin stabilized Wu Zixu and Song Wentong's injuries.

"There are too few medicinal materials left in the temple, and I don't have enough silver needles on my body. I can only temporarily relieve it in an emergency." In the water pavilion, he felt Wu Zixu's pulse, "They will still be in a coma for a while."

"It's fine if you can't die. The injuries caused by the Yin soldiers can be cured by extraordinary medical skills. Now they can be regarded as fatal." Wu Nian sat aside and looked at the two people who were in a coma. "I didn't expect you to be able to do this. , worthy of being a spirit pivot.”

"Master's words are serious." Chai Shuxin said: "The younger generation is no longer from Yao's family."

"Our family heard about it, but it's just a nonsense about Zhima Doudian." Wu Nian sneered, "Although you were expelled from the Yao family, you must be approved by the fortune teller. Do you think he will agree?"

"When he wakes up, it's almost time to appoint a new Lingshu." Chai Shuxin looked calm, "Once "Siming" is completed, I will not have much time."

"How long can it last?"

"I've counted my own lifespan." Chai Shuxin said indifferently: "At most half a year."

"...the young people of today." Wu Nian shook his head again and again and sighed: "Our family is really old."

As she spoke, she looked at Chai Shuxin, "Is everything ready?"

"Nothing is lost."

"Then it's about time." Wu Nian said, "Thanks to the cold winter, it's been a few days."

"It can't be delayed any longer. Even if you are a child, you can't escape the decay of your body."

Wu Nian stood up and said, "Our family doesn't know Si Ming, but most of the secret arts are cumbersome. When do you plan to do it?"

"Tonight at midnight." Chai Shuxin looked at her, "Do you have any explanation for the younger generation?"

"People who are more than 900 years old have already said everything they want to say, and the rest is just nonsense." Wu Nian smiled and said: "Just one thing, the big drum that we used to use to transform into a form, It is used to dance the general Nuo dance, and we use it to seal the Yin-Yang ladder."

"Although the remaining grievances in the Yin-Yang Ladder cannot become a climate, they should not be underestimated. Remember to leave a message for future generations, and you must check it regularly. Just in case, I will draw the formation for you later, and use this to strengthen it. Seal, otherwise reverse the diagram, you can open the yin and yang ladder."

"Yes." Chai Shuxin nodded in response, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Wu Nian glanced at him, and said lightly, "Boy, have you ever seen the death of Tai Sui?"

"Never."

"When the last Tai Sui passed away thousands of years ago, a great fire fell from the sky and burned for several days." Wu Nian said: "Our family's cultivation base has been dispersed, so the way of death should not be so exaggerated, but there is probably not much left on this mountain. gone."

"The mountain was covered in blood, and it just happened to burn it all clean."

At night, Wu Nian washed himself by the water.

The pond in the Ginkgo Study is running water. It was full of filth a few days ago, but now it is clear again.Wu Nian sat on the shore, her calf submerged in the water, holding a comb, combing her long hair bit by bit.

She usually wears a double bun, carefully tied on the top of her head with a silk ribbon, so it is difficult to see her long hair pouring down.Now she took off the hairpin, untangled the blood-clot-knotted hair, and then soaked it in clean water to wash it until the full bunch of black hair became like silk again.Finally, she braided the ends of her hair into a bundle with a red rope, took out a small knife, and cut off the long hair in one piece.

Wu Nian handed the hair bundle to the firewood beside him, "Mix my hair into the curtain of the water pavilion, so that when there is a fire, the fire will not burn in."

"You should not stay here for too long. The Baishui Temple is on fire and Tai Sui is dead. The Qi family will definitely be alarmed. It is estimated that someone will come to help them soon."

Chai Shuxin took the long hair, and according to Wu Nian's instructions, bit by bit the hair was clipped into the bamboo curtain of the water pavilion.

There was a clear "crash" sound from the waterside, Wu Nian jumped into the pool, and the water splashed.

When she surfaced again, she was already an adult woman.The severed hair grew back, only to become snow white.

Wu Nian took out rouge and watercolors from the kit bag he carried with him, and put his makeup on the water surface under the moonlight.In the past, she always wore very thick oil paint, with a white face and red lips, with the lively and gorgeous appearance of a ghost show.Later, the rain washed away her makeup powder, revealing a face like clear water, and she looked like a girl again.Now, however, she rolled up her white hair, her makeup technique was a little rusty, and she slowly painted a very classic makeup face, with thin vermilion and eyebrows like distant mountains, like an ancient drawing of a lady, bright and pale.

In the end, she looked back and smiled, and said in an elegant tone of official dialect of an unknown dynasty: "The little official didn't respond at all, it's so boring."

Chai Shuxin lowered his head slightly, and said, "This junior dares to guess that this is what Tai Sui looked like before he was alive."

"That's right." Wu Nian looked at the water surface, "This is me more than 900 years ago."

The wife of the Wu family back then.

All my life, I have been in the north and south of the Yangtze River, and when I return, I have a beautiful face.The cloth quilt is dreamed by Qiu Xiao, and there are thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in front of me.

On that late night a hundred years ago, sparks fell from the sky, and the mountains were all red.The garrison in the city was awakened by the fire, but no order was given to fight the fire that night. Some people said that this was a sign from the sky, and that the killing was too heavy, which attracted ghost fires and undead from the underworld.

The flames were too coquettish and loud, as if the wind was dancing wildly in the air wearing a blood-colored skirt.

It is said that a brave soldier approached the outskirts of the city that night, and after returning, there were different opinions, because it was too unimaginable, and most of them were regarded as hallucinations and confused dreams.Some people said they saw stars falling from the sky to the top of the mountain, some said they saw supernatural souls, some said there were looming figures in the flames...

Others said they heard singing.

And in the Zhu family of the seven families of the philosophers, the respected elder Zhu Baizhi climbed to the star-gazing pavilion that night, and gazed at the stars for the first time in the troubled times.

The still young Zhu Yinxiao took his hand and asked, "Grandfather, what's wrong with you?"

"The old man said goodbye to the West." Zhu Baizhi replied, "Looking at each other from afar."

That night, Zhu Baizhi stood on the tall building for a long time.

No one knew what this old man who was nearly a thousand years old was thinking.

When Mu Gesheng woke up Youyou, he heard the Qingming of a white crane in his ears.

The breeze was blowing, and the bamboo curtains moved slightly. For a moment, he almost thought that he was in the water pavilion of Ginkgo Study, but when he sat up, he found that the surroundings were completely strange.

Chai Shuxin was lying on the side, sleeping deeply.The other party seemed to have been suffering for a long time, and his eyes were dark and blue.

"You're awake." Someone walked into the water pavilion, and Mu Gesheng was slightly startled, the person who came was actually unable to draw.

"You are in Penglai now." Hua Bucheng said: "Lingshuzi sent a signal, and Wuchangzi and Mozi are also there. Although they are still unconscious, they can be saved in time with treatment."

Mugesheng heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, got out of bed and bowed, "Thank you Changshengzi." His words and deeds affected the wound, and he gasped in pain.

"You have not recovered from your serious injury, so it is not suitable for you to move around." Hua Bucheng said indifferently, "But there is one thing that you need to understand."

"I know." Mu Gesheng's expression darkened, "About the destruction of the city... and the Yin soldiers."

It is impossible for the Qi family to easily expose the subsequent events.

The second child and the third child were in a coma, and Chai Shuxin looked exhausted. He was besieged on all sides.

"It's good that you know that the Wu family sent people here a few days ago, and you have to make a decision on some matters." Hua Bucheng looked at him, "If you can stand up, come with me now."

"I understand." Mu Gesheng whispered: "Just can I ask you to wait a moment?"

"how?"

Mu Gesheng looked at Chai Shuxin, who was sleeping beside the bed, "I want to wait for him to wake up."

Hua Bucheng was silent for a moment, and said: "I said before, sometimes the price of frivolity is not just blood and tears, you have to be prepared to fight for your life."

Mu Gesheng said softly: "I know."

"The authorities are obsessed." Hua Bucheng glanced at Chai Shuxin, "You know very little."

Chai Shuxin was awakened by the screams.

There were feathers everywhere, Chai Shuxin stared blankly at the person in front of him, Mugesheng was sitting by the bed, with a white crane's neck stuck in his hand.

He plucked half of the white crane's feathers, and it quacked as if it had degenerated into a drake.

He was dazed for a long time before he asked, "...what are you doing?"

Muge paused, then turned to look at him, "You're awake."

Chai Shuxin looked at the white crane in his hand, frowned slightly, "Are you hungry?"

"No."

In heaven, Mu Gesheng is actually not hungry sometimes.

The two looked at each other for a moment, Chai Shuxin grabbed Mu Gesheng's wrist, felt his pulse and heaved a sigh of relief, "It's good that you're fine."

"I'm fine, the second child and the third child are still in a coma."

"It's okay, I showed them before, as long as the medicinal materials are in place, they can be saved."

Mu Gesheng plucked the white crane's feathers, and said: "A few hours ago, the eldest son came."

Chai Shuxin sat up with support, and Mu Gesheng hurried to help him, "What did he say?"

"I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything." Mu Gesheng plucked out a white crane feather, "He sold me a trick. I've been thinking about it all afternoon, but I couldn't figure out what he was hinting at me."

He briefly recounted the conversation between the two, and looked at Chai Shuxin, "Do you know what he wants to say?"

Chai Shuxin slowly shook his head, "There are too many possibilities."

"I think the possibility is very small." Mu Gesheng suddenly said: "Three or nine days, how is your health?"

Chai Shuxin's expression remained unchanged, "No serious problem."

"really?"

"really."

Mu Gesheng looked at him for a moment, then let go of his hand, and the white crane flew away with a huff.

"Okay, I believe you."

Although Chai Shuxin's complexion was bad, he seemed to be in good spirits.Mu Gesheng sat by the bed making tea, and listened to the other party briefly describe the past few days, "So, after the city was broken, you dug me out of the ruins, and you met the uncle in Baishui Temple. She was seriously injured. Second and third."

"There are some medicinal materials stored in Baishui Temple, which is the best place to go." Chai Shuxin said, "I treated the three of you, and when the situation improved, I sent a message to Penglai, and Changshengzi sent someone to pick us up. come over."

"How about uncle?"

"...Tai Sui's cultivation base is exhausted."

Mu Gesheng was silent for a moment, then nodded, "I see."

When the tea boiled, Mu Gesheng handed the teacup to Chai Shuxin, "The tea sent by the Changshengzi is Luohan Chenxiang."

Arhat agarwood is an oolong Zen tea, clean and elegant, with a long and deep camphor fragrance.

Chai Shuxin took a sip and said lightly, "Good tea."

Mu Gesheng looked at the blue porcelain after the rain, "Oolong enters the sea, and the phoenix nods—this tea-making technique was given to me by my master back then. I haven't used it for a long time, but I haven't made it yet."

Chai Shuxin: "Tea is good tea, but it's a pity that the water is too old."

"..." Muge choked, "Then don't drink."

As the words went back and forth, the atmosphere became a little more relaxed, Muge heaved a sigh of relief, and said: "The Changshengzi just told me that the Wu family has sent someone here."

Chai Shuxin stroked the teacup, "It's not surprising."

"Yes, I am bold and reckless before, and the Qi family will definitely launch trouble afterwards."

"You have tried your best, at least blocked the Yin soldiers."

"That's not how the account is calculated." Mu Gesheng sighed: "This battle has suffered heavy casualties, and the Wu family may not be able to make use of it. We have to find out what each family thinks."

Chai Shuxin sat up slightly, holding the teacup, his expression blurred in the steam, "I have something to ask you."

"What are you being polite about?" Mu Gesheng waved his hand, "Say."

"Now that the city is broken, and the entire army defending the city is wiped out, I checked the life and death book before you woke up, and there is no survivor." Chai Shuxin said every word: "Now you are in Penglai, and you are waiting for this matter. Do you want to die?" Do you want to be a fortune teller, or return to the world?"

"You're asking the wrong question." Mu Gesheng asked back: "Mountains and rivers are gone, so where are we talking about the world?"

"You haven't answered me yet."

The sound of the wind came from outside the bamboo curtain. The waterside pavilion is located on the very top of the mountain. Outside the window is a huge sunset, and the white cranes circled and fell on the pine branches.Mu Gesheng once heard from his master that Penglai Yaotai is as warm as spring, while Jiange is covered with snow for thousands of years, with maple trees all over the mountain and pines and bamboos for ten miles.

Penglai is indeed an independent place of cultivation, where even the stars seem to be within reach.

Mu Gesheng looked at the clouds flowing outside the window, and slowly said: "The world is changing, I am a mortal body, neither have the great ability to refine stones to mend the sky, nor can I be a sage of flood control."

"Just try your best, Yu Gong can move mountains."

As soon as his voice changed, he changed his lazy tone again, and said casually: "Besides, Master said, most of the monks in Penglai are bigu, and even if they eat meals occasionally, they are not close to meat."

"So it's better to follow the army, at least there is meat to eat."

Chai Shuxin didn't say anything, and handed the tea cup in his hand to Mu Gesheng, "What are you doing?"

"You made the tea, you should taste it."

Mu Gesheng was a little puzzled, but he still took a sip, and then spit it out quickly—"Three or nine days! You just said that such a bitter thing is delicious?! Did you mean it?"

Chai Shuxin looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"I knew you would say that."

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All my life, I have been in the north and south of the Yangtze River, and when I return, I have a beautiful face.The cloth quilt is dreamed by Qiu Xiao, and there are thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in front of me. ——Xin Qiji