MTL - Copper Coins-Chapter 71 Passers by (2)

Although the letter was made hastily, the content was not reckless. From the beginning to the end, Taibu never mentioned the so-called "very similar to the national division". After all, this was considered disrespectful in a sense.

No one up and down Taichang Temple has this courage, so treacherous in front of the National Teacher. Because in their impression, the teacher was always unsmiling. Whenever he appeared, he felt a sense of being unable to get close or intrusive.

Even though Taibu and I wished that they were brought back to Taichang Temple by the teacher from their childhood, after so many years, the teacher was still an untouchable and rebellious existence for them.

"In your letter ..." I wished to pull the reins, and hesitated a little before he set off.

Taibu does n’t have to listen to it and knows what he wants to say, “I ’m not that stupid, just to mention that the person we were ordered to find is dead. If Lin Ge goes well, Momo can settle in Famen Temple at night, even if he touches It ’s wind and rain, and the day after tomorrow can arrive at the latest. The National Teacher read the letter, and there will be arrangements, and we will do it. Before then, let ’s take action. ”

They have limited abilities and can only use forest pigeons to send letters, but the national division can be different. If the adult wanted to write back and borrowed the fire, they wouldn't delay even if they could receive it.

Therefore, I want to confirm whether the master is still in Famen Temple, and the result will be up to two days.

"In fact, when we enter the village and meet the one, there should be a result." I wish I whispered, "After all, the National Teacher is not someone else to play."

Although they are not the true disciples of the National Teacher, they can barely be counted as half. The living, living, and education are all under the gate of Taichang Temple, and the National Teacher likes to be in a quiet place, so he lives alone in Tianjiyuan all year round. But they have been regarded as the most common people who have been to the National Teacher. From childhood and even childhood, for so many years, they have been aware of the habits and temperament of the National Teacher.

It is not an exaggeration. Even if the National Teacher wore a mask and melted into the crowd of the same dress, both of them could be picked out at a glance.

Writing that letter was just asking for peace of mind.

The two looked at each other, no longer delayed, a long line of horses, and the long line went towards the small village south of the mountain in the sound of the horse's hoof ...

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In the depths of the village, under the branches of an old linden tree, there is a single-door cottage. On the low eaves of the hut, there were two large bunches of heavy garlic and red Qin pepper hanging on the eaves.

The hemp rope was quite particular, and at first glance it didn't look like it was simply hanging out to dry. When walking near, he could smell the smoky smell on the twine.

This is what the wounded soldier said about Uncle Qu.

Xue Xian walked to the door, but instead of busy knocking on the door first, he shrugged his nose, frowned, and sniffed at the twine, then raised his sleeves to cover his nose, and Shen said: "Blood The taste is still old. "

Xuan Mian was a bit disgusted with this kind of things, so he pulled Xue Xian and pulled the ancestral ancestor back, as if standing for a while on the hemp rope, he would get the taste Like.

Their obstructions have not disappeared, so ordinary people can neither see nor hear them. Just as Xue Xian was pulled away from the twine by Xuan Mian, a thick-dressed man walked past Uncle Qu's door with a child who had just crossed his waist.

The child just glanced at the hut, and was dragged a few steps by the man, as if the house was stained with chicken fever.

"How many times have I told you? Don't catch here when you're free." The man frowned and instructed.

The child said "Oh", crouched his neck and walked around with him honestly, but he couldn't help his eyes towards him.

It happened that there was another pair of mothers and sons who passed the entrance of the village after passing the house door. The woman nodded and greeted the oncoming pair of father and son, and then took her children to take a few steps ...

"People in this village don't seem to like the surname Qu so much." Xue Xian muttered.

He had planned to wait for the passersby to walk away and reappear, knocking on the door, but as soon as the voice fell, the wooden door of the hut leaked and opened.

A pouting old man squinted his head out of the room, glanced blankly, his eyes fixed on where Xue Xian and Xuan Mercy stood. Although his eyes were cloudy and the focus was a bit loose, Xue Xian still felt that the old man could see them, at least he could feel their presence.

"Who? Why are you standing at the door? I can close the door if I don't come in." The old man with a pouted mouth shouted indistinctly.

He was probably a little deaf himself, so loud that he could hear those who were far away.

"Go and go, Lao Qu is going to commit madness again." The man muttered in a low voice, dragged his child, and walked away in three and two steps. The same is true of the mother-child reaction.

In the blink of an eye, there are no half figures in front of the house.

"Woo--" Lao Qu was obviously not a good-tempered man. He held the wooden door and waited for a while but no one was seen entering the room, and then scolded him to close the door.

However, as soon as the door was about to be closed, Xue Xian raised his hand and stopped it.

"Excuse me, borrow a place to hide from the wind." Xue Xiandao.

Upon hearing this, Old Qu was a little hesitant: "Is it a man or a ghost?"

But before Xue Xian began to answer, he shouted again and again: "It shouldn't be a ghost, my string of evil spirits hangs brightly, and the ghost doesn't dare to come ... who are you? Why come to me? "

"Come and ask something," Xue Xian replied.

Lao Qu was still holding the door, hesitating not to let them in: "What is it?"

"I heard that you are from the Xiashan area of ​​Langzhou?" Xue Xian doesn't care if he can't enter the door. After all, the hut is really short. He and Xuan Mian have to bow their heads if they enter the door. If you ask the question clearly, you can save yourself the trouble of bending down.

Lao Qu nodded. "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"I just sent a little brother back to my hometown, and heard him say something, saying that he heard you talk about it when he was a teenager. There are a lot of magic drugs in Xiashan, Langzhou?"

Lao Qu listened strangely for a while, and stroked his chin for a moment, then loosened the doorknob: "Come in and talk, I'm so tired standing, I have bad legs and can't stand it."

This old Qu seems to have been living alone for a long time, and there is no room in the house to clean it up. I don't know how long it hasn't passed the wind. I have a smelt of scent, only the scent, and there is a smell of garlic.

He loosened his hands and opened the wooden door, which made Xue Xian's expression inexorable.

Xue Xian: "..." Or stand still and say ...

He sighed with a green face, bowed his head and stepped into the door, and caught another Xuan Merci who wanted to stay outside the door, and dragged him in.

While the old man Qu turned and groped to sit down, Xue Xian grabbed Xuan Merci's monk's clothes, took a hard breath in front of his nose, and then took it easy.

Hyun Mercy: "..."

Old man Qu is not hospitable, and he didn't invite two people to sit down. There are few places in the room where people can sit.

"What magic medicine are you asking?" He sat in a thick cloth chair by himself, squinting his eyes and asking, "Langzhou has a lot of Cordyceps, and some magic drugs are not unusual."

"Is there a life extension or a fortune?" Xue Xian asked tentatively.

Mr. Qu leaned at them obliquely, for a long time, he said, "There are rumors of the kind of magic drugs, but they are not the same. It is said that there are two kinds of them, they are very similar, but the effect is the same, one can continue to live, the other It hurts, and there are rumors that one of them can be tied to three lives, I do n’t know which one, anyway, we do n’t have that life experience, and it ’s all in the ears to listen to the truth. ” .

"Then where do you know the medicine?" Xue Xian asked again.

Lao Qu did not disappoint them, he really gave a relatively specific place to the circle, "Hundred Worm Holes!"

Xue Xian was clear, "That's it. Do the locals know where the Baiworm Cave is? If so, we will ask again in Xiashan."

"Where!" Lao Qu waved his hand. "If you really ask, no one can answer."

Xue Xian frowned: "Why?"

"You don't know how poisonous the bugs are in our place. The name Baizongdong is half a life by just listening. Besides, who has nothing to think about these false and true rumors?" Said the old man Qu. "The reason I have heard this is because my ancestor was a witch doctor, and Jing Ai tinkered with these things. To be honest, you are asking the right people, and I can tell you the way."

He raised his hand and stroked with the index finger on the palm of the other hand, saying: "You have come to the Xiashan area, so go, go to the southwest mountain pass, there are three peaks on that side, one of which has a crooked cliff, one hundred The wormhole is near there, so why do n’t you jump to the bottom of the cliff? I do n’t know. If you have a life, try all kinds of methods. "

It ’s alive, this is the most important thing.

Xue Xian whispered, saying that it was not really troublesome, and it was a big deal to cross the whole cliff, which was not difficult for him and Xuan Merci.

Actually, Xue Xian was not so convinced if he really said it was medicine. But if it is a "hundred wormhole", then it may be true. After all, the thing in Xuan Mercy is called "Tongshou Spider", isn't it related to the worm?

It is naturally nonsense to rely on one kind of worm to change lives, but if you use the pupae raised by that worm, and then use a certain type of rune or other side magic to urge it, maybe it can really be a bit The effect is that only one side of this kind of thing must have benefited, and the other side is afraid of suffering.

When asked about the place, the two will naturally not stay long. Xue Xianlin glanced over the old and decaying decorations in the house before leaving, and silently lost a gold bead in the cloth bag hanging behind the door, which was regarded as a reward for interrogation.

Old man Qu is a weird temperament, but not unpleasant. He didn't ask Xue Xian what they were going to do. The two said goodbye and he didn't plan to give it away, but when Xue Xian opened the wooden door and was about to step out, the old man murmured like a dream: " However, I would like to advise that even if you find it, it is best not to use it. My ancestors have said that there is a love story. It is said that I want to continue my life or want to bundle an afterlife. It ’s clear. In the end, it ’s a very difficult life.

After he said it, he said with a self-deprecating expression: "However, I have said this to many people, no one believes it, and said that I am crazy. Just listen to it like this, let ’s go, I will sleep again Come back to sleep later. "

"I wasn't so panicked. Besides, I still have my life?" Xue Xianman replied casually, waved at the old man, pushed Xuan Merci out of the door.

When asked what they wanted to ask, the two of them would naturally not delay any more, and immediately followed the path of villages and villages, and walked towards the village entrance. Halfway out of the village, when passing by the river pond, Xue Xian inadvertently glanced into the distance, but saw that the wounded soldier really stood straight in front of the door, and it seemed that he was planning to stand for 60 years.

He didn't really understand this kind of overly intense feelings, whether it was the "ancestry feeling" in Mr. Qu's mouth, or the wounded soldier crying, the kind contained in what they did. Feelings, he can hardly empathize.

He had also met a man in the field, about 60 or 70 years ago.

It was a desert in the far north. He followed the sky to spread some rain. When I got there, I saw the wind blowing, the sand blowing and the bones on the ground. Burned chariots, shattered battle flags, and decayed armor were spread for ten miles.

The soldier was sitting alone next to the chariot at that time, his foot was bent, and he stepped in the void on the upturned wheel, looking at the broken flag beside him.

Xue Xian only glanced at it, knowing that it was a wild soul who had been dead for half a year. Everything else left early in the morning, and he alone didn't know what he was thinking about, so he didn't leave. Xue Xian was a bit lazy and was not an enthusiastic person. He didn't intend to care about him, but left after the rain, but the lone soul stopped him.

The lone soul has been lingering for a long time, and his head is a little muddy, no matter who Xue Xian is, he just pulls him around like a bean. Like the wounded soldier, he spoke in an upside-down and somewhat incomprehensible manner.

Xue Xian was doing things to look at his mood. He happened to look at the wild corpses a little with emotion that day, so he had a little more patience with the lonely soul, and he tolerated long nonsense. In summary, there are only two things, one is "if this battle is won", and the other is "dare not to go on the road".

"Don't be afraid of death, why are you afraid of getting on the road?" Xue Xian asked.

The lone soul spoke again and again for a long time, and Xue Xian barely listened to understand: he was afraid to go on the road, he would have to go to his next life, but his wife is still in this life, he is afraid to leave I'll never see you again.

"I haven't had a chance to see you," Xue Xue said. "You're stuck here, you can't go."

The lone soul glanced at him resentfully, and then talked for a long time with a gesture: If only he could remember to look for her in the next life, it would not be so uncomfortable. If there is still fate, it is best to meet from a young age, watch her grow up a little bit, change from a little girl to a big girl, and then marry her, without having to live and die like the drama, the most common little day That's fine, it's better ... or stop fighting ...

Xue Xian looked at Man Ye's bones and listened to his sour long talk, but he didn't even bother.

Before he left, he threw a long rope to the lone soul.

"Why do you make a rope? I'm dead and don't need to hang?" The lone soul said with a brain in his head.

Xue Xian was not very angry: "Wrap around your left wrist and make a mark, aren't you going to look for someone in the next life? Although you can't make you remember these chickens and dogs, but the marks will be more conspicuous. I can find it deep enough. "

That lone soul wandered for more than half a year just because of this mindset, and it was over now, naturally, there was no more stay. When Xue Xian left, he also took his own road together.

Now, when Xue Xian saw the wounded soldier, he thought of the lone soul again. Sixty or seventy years have passed, and he still does not quite understand the emotion that he still cherishes after death.

However, remembering these piecemeal pasts, he glanced unconsciously at Xuan Mercy.

"Why?" Xu Guang, a half step ahead, saw Xue Xian pause for a moment, and asked quietly.

Xue Xian returned to God, only to find that his gaze was falling on the back of Xuan Mian's shoulder. "Oh", he turned his gaze, "Nothing, I think of a passing person."

"Passerby?" Xuan Mi glanced towards Hetang and turned to Xue Xian.

But Xue Xian's eyes had already fallen on the road ahead, "Let's go, come out quickly-someone!"

They have walked past the monument at the entrance to the village, and have just removed their obstacles. After turning this turn, you will be able to exit the mountain road. As a result, when Xue wentssiping halfway, he saw a long line standing on the mountain road not far away, Bai Sensen's.

"Which funeral is so big?" Xue Xiangang muttered, and saw a flag standing beside the carriage in the line, with two words written on the flag: too often.

He and Xuan Merc both stopped, before he could see the appearance of the incoming person, he heard a clear female voice: "Get off the horse."

Then, the hundreds of people came down from the horse and gave a big gift to them.

Xue Xian: "..." What is this singing?