blue shirt oath

Chapter 4
The next day, Song Guichen slept until dawn.

The cloak completely covered him, but Du Qingshan was nowhere to be seen.

Even her pot is gone!

Alarm bells rang out in his heart, Song Guichen quickly put on his cloak, and walked out of the cave, just in time to see Du Qingshan on fire, filling a pot of steaming snow water with her iron pot, Ready to kill a pheasant.

Song Guichen regained his spirits immediately, and hurried to Du Qingshan's side.

"You caught it?"

"Nonsense, not who I am."

Du Qingshan replied as if answering a mentally retarded person, without even looking at Song Guichen, and only concentrated on handling the pheasant in his hand.

The pheasant is nimble and can catch pheasants. It seems that it has a few brushes. Song Guichen couldn't help but look at Du Qingshan a few times.

However, Du Qingshan is obviously a novice in handling pheasants. He grabbed the pheasant's neck with one hand, and stabbed the pheasant's neck with a sharp stone in the other. His hands fluttered violently from side to side.

"Tsk tsk." Song Guichen stood by with his hands behind his back as if he was watching a show, "It's too cruel, can you give it a good time?"

"Where's your machete?"

Song Guichen took out the scimitar used to kill the chicken yesterday and gave it to him. Du Qingshan said coldly, "I didn't forget to hide the knife in my bosom when I was sleeping. Is it because I'm afraid that people will be robbed?"

"No, no matter what, I am also a weak woman."

"That also depends on whether you are lustful or not."

"Why not? Almost all of them were men on the way to escape. I am a woman. Although I am a little thinner, I have everything I should have. When I get better in the future, I might be a beauty."

Ignoring Song Guichen's shameless boasting, Du Qingshan cut off the neck of the pheasant with a knife in his hand, and in an instant, the headless pheasant flopped twice before dying.

Song Guichen had the illusion that he was cutting himself, so he shrank his neck involuntarily.

She took the dead pheasant graciously, scalded it in hot water, and quickly plucked the pheasant: "How about we cook a pot of chicken soup today?"

Of course, Song Guichen has the final say on cooking.

Du Qingshan nodded and added some firewood to the fire.

Only then did Song Guichen notice that there was a pile of new firewood next to him.

"You were very busy this morning, did you have a fever?"

Du Qingshan has long been used to her duplicity. She obviously cares about herself, but she has to ask with an indifferent and indifferent attitude.

"Thank you for sharing the cloak last night, the fever is gone."

"Oh."

At this moment, Song Guichen had already neatly disemboweled the pheasant, cut it into pieces and cleaned it, re-boiled half a pot of water, and put the chicken into the pot.

The two stood in front of the pot and stared at the fire carefully. After a while, the delicious smell of chicken came from the pot.

Without salt and without any seasoning, the cooked food is naturally not as attractive as the roasted aroma.

Song Guichen still had a few prickly ash on his body last night, but they were all used on the chicken last night.

But the aroma is mouth-watering enough for two people who haven't had a full meal in months.

The two fished out the chicken in the iron pot, and after a storm, there was not even a drop of soup left in the pot.

"Last night I roasted a pheasant, and today I cooked chicken soup. I'm living a happy life." Du Qingshan was in a good mood, squinting at the sun in the sky, "The sun is out."

Compared with the days when he was full and hungry not long ago, Du Qingshan felt that the current life is simply a life that only gods can live.

"Hey, I've always been curious. Were you a girl who cooks and cooks before? Carrying this pot all the time, like a baby."

"Without this pot, can you drink hot chicken soup?"

"Then you are such a clever little ghost. You are so good at planning for a rainy day."

Song Guichen was silent. She found that she woke up in Kaifeng's random graves for no reason, and entered this body, and she was always preparing to go to Hangzhou.

For this reason, she has put in a lot of effort.

She had only read about the matter of soul travel in the scriptures, but she did not expect it to actually appear in her body.

Since she came into this body, what about her original body?Was it taken over by the original owner of this body?

If my body is also taken by others, will Master realize that she is no longer her?

In this world, the only person Song Guichen cares about is his master. If he hadn't been angry with his master and stayed overnight in Fengle Building that day, such a bizarre thing would not have happened
"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Du Qingshan interrupted Song Guichen's thoughts, "We have enough food and drink, it's time for us to hit the road."

"Departure, break camp, set off, set off. You don't use so many words, but you prefer to go on the road. You must mean it."

"I didn't think about it that much, you are too sensitive."

"You can do it!"

During the noise, the two cleaned up, put the remaining firewood into the cave, carried the pot and dry luggage on their backs, and continued to Hangzhou.

The southeast of China has beautiful scenery.

The farther to the southeast, the more the white snow in the mountains melts and disappears, replaced by endless green hills and green trees.

The gurgling streams in the mountains, and the sound of bamboo bells can be heard endlessly.

Hearing the familiar bell, Song Guichen knew that the main city of Hangzhou was approaching.

Since the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Buddhism has flourished, and many emperors advocated Buddhism and built pagodas, especially for concubines and princesses, so there were many temples in the Southern Dynasties.

Du Mu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, sighed that "there are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasty, how many buildings are in the mist and rain".

So far, there are still many temples hidden in the mountains among the famous rivers and mountains in the southeast.

Song Guichen had listened to this long bell for ten years.

When she was young, she roamed the rivers and Huaihe Rivers with her master. When she was ten years old, she lived in seclusion with her master in Gushan, West Lake, and listened to the bells of Gushan Temple for ten years.

Hearing the sound of the bell from the mountain, Song Guichen raised his head to look for it. There were some corners of the eaves of the temple hidden among the green hills. Knock between water and stones."

"Is this what your master did?"

"That's right." Song Guichen was in a good mood, and he said a few more words to Du Qingshan, "When I was young, I traveled with my master to the Jianghuai River, passing through Shuzhou Valley Temple, and my master wrote such a poem."

As she said that, she recited the whole poem once, and sighed softly: "I was young at the time, and I didn't know the artistic conception in the poem. Today, seeing this ancient temple in a remote mountain, I know the heart of master's hermit."

"It seems that your master is really a strange person."

Song Guichen said with a smile: "But Master often said that he is just a vulgar ordinary person."

"Since ancient times, real strange people and hermits will never call themselves strange characters."

Song Guichen cheekily accepted Du Qingshan's compliment to his master, and pointed to the row upon row of urban areas below the mountain: "After you go down the mountain, you will be in Hangzhou. Do you have a place to go in Hangzhou?"

After getting along for more than a month, she also knew that Du Qingshan was not an ordinary person, and he definitely did not come here for refuge when he came to Hangzhou.

It's just that Song Guichen wanted to go back to Gushan so that he could find out about the matter of his soul traveling, so he didn't want to be curious about other people's affairs.

Asking such a question is just to see that he is responsible for hunting these days, and he cares about it.

Du Qingshan said: "If I have nowhere to go, will you take me in?"

"Of course not!" Song Guichen didn't even think about it, and directly refused, "You have been eating and drinking with me for more than a month, and you still want to stay here, it's too beautiful to think."

"Oh, then I'm really pitiful, and I will be alone again, with nowhere to go."

Naturally, Song Guichen would not soften his heart because of his pretending to be pitiful. When he entered the city, he grabbed his luggage, bid farewell to Du Qingshan, and said coolly: "Let's leave now, goodbye, goodbye, never see you again."

"Hey." Du Qingshan looked at her running back in shock, as if afraid of catching up with her.

In desperation, he waved his hands and shouted loudly:
"We'll see each other again!"

　The lovely male and female protagonists are temporarily separated for a while, and we will meet soon~ Please leave a comment~ Also, invest~recommended tickets~hee hee~
　　


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