Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 29

The uncle in the door suddenly found her, and Zhu Jingshu was naturally happy in her heart. From the corner of her eyes, she subconsciously glanced at Funiu Town, and felt uneasy for no reason. She lowered her face and called softly, "Uncle."

Under the bright sky, the wind blows across the fields, making golden ripples.

The figure standing on the ridge in front of him looked at the crops swaying in the wind, and slowly turned around while stroking his beard, smiling at the slightly bowed woman.

"...It's not in the door, so you don't need to be so polite."

As he spoke, he stepped on the dry mud and came from over there. While sizing up the woman, he slowly said, "Uncle is relieved to see that you are fine. When you came out, your master was very worried. Then Ri Shouyan and Xuanze went back to the mountain, and when they heard the news, they quarreled with the uncle in the north courtyard to come down the mountain."

The woman with a drooping face, without the slightest ups and downs in her voice, watched the approaching figure walk in front of her, and asked:

"Senior Brother Shouyan and Junior Brother Xuanze are well?"

"Shouyan's injury is not serious, but it's not uncomfortable." Xu Qingfeng looked at his nephew in front of him, and said in a gentle tone, "Are you injured?"

Jing Shu nodded, then shook again.Thinking of the sword head of Menzhongnanyuan going down the mountain in person, he definitely wouldn't simply come looking for him.

"Uncle, what are you going to do here this time?"

"Xunyou, bring you back to Canglan safely."

Xu Qingfeng smiled gently, making people feel like a spring breeze, making Zhu Jingshu unable to speak, so she could only softly say: "Yes."

On the small road between the fields, there are still many farmers doing farm work in the field with hoes, as if they have noticed the two people talking here.On this side, Xu Qingfeng turned around and looked at a stream diverting water into the field.

After being quiet for a while, he slowly said, "Jingshu...do you think that person is upright?"

"He saved Jingshu." The woman replied in a low voice.

"Only because of this?"

Xu Qingfeng laughed, for this nephew he had seen growing up since he was a child, he was able to excuse others, even if it was just such a sentence, it was really rare.

Before the woman could speak, Xu Qingfeng turned his head and smiled even wider: "Uncle Shi came here because you brought him back, there is no other purpose."

For a while, Jing Shu was stunned, unable to guess whether what the uncle said was true or not, before she could think about it, the figure looking at the stream turned her face to look at her.

The voice is gentle.

"Uncle Shi will wait for you here tomorrow."

This is an undeniable tone.

The woman clenched the scabbard tightly, was silent for a moment, then nodded.

The path under our feet extended to the town. At this time, in the troupe's stand, Chen Yuan sat there and watched a preview of a play, and finally summed up some details with Old Man Zhao, and after explaining it, he said goodbye and left.

Walking through the market that was gradually disappearing, he bought a small clay figurine painted with color, and the jujube went back to the small courtyard. As soon as he entered the door, his face changed slightly, and he handed the jujube to the master, and went into his room to take a look. There was a quilt on the bed. After turning over the traces, he turned around and went to the adjacent room. The boxes were stacked askew, and there were still a few silver ingots on the ground.

More than 20 puppets were sitting on the box as before, but there was a lot of blood on the dull and cold wooden face, which made Chen Yuan's face a little ugly.

No need to guess, these bloodstains must belong to the thief.

What he cared about was that the puppets would act without his command.When he saw the open window, he jumped out. The earth pit dug before had been filled and leveled at some point, and there were dense hoof prints on it.

Moo!
Not far away, the old cow raised its muzzle and let out a cry, stomping its hooves as if asking for credit, and ran happily with its huge body, jumping and jumping on the dirt.

"You filled it out?"

Chen Yuan looked at the cheerful green cow, and from the bottom of its eyes, she could vaguely feel the hidden emotions. However, the old cow's movements were to tilt its neck to look at him, and then walked leisurely to eat grass with its tail wagging.

One by one is not worried.

It's not that Chen Yuan was annoyed by the death of a thief, but that the puppet acted on its own initiative, and the old cow was getting weirder and weirder.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the filled mud pit. Driven by mana, the layers of mud surged, and a hole was opened to reveal the corpse mixed with blood and mud inside. The clothes were torn and unrecognizable. Hole, but still can see the familiar outline.

——Liang Yu, the big brother of the theater troupe.

"Oh, why did he die?"

Chen Yuan rubbed the center of her brows, waved her mana, the separated soil gathered up, filled the gap again, turned around and kicked the old cow's hoof, returned to the front, and sat at the stove to help the fat Taoist light the fire for lunch .

"Ordinary puppets may have become like this because of the method master taught me... Otherwise, how could they eat flesh and blood..."

He turned his head to look at the old man chewing jujubes under the eaves: "Master, does our practice have a name?"

The old man frowned and tilted his head, his expression gradually became serious, and then he let out a cry: "I can't even remember my own name, but I still think of its name? Anyway, it's very powerful."

After speaking, shaking his messy hair, he continued to take the jujube and stuffed it into his mouth. When he was chewing, he suddenly stopped and looked at the gate of the courtyard. The old face suddenly smiled silly, and rushed over with his hands in his hands.

"Girl, here, my apprentice bought it for you." The old man hesitated, took out one and handed it over: "I just bought one for you."

Chen Yuan: "..."

The woman pursed her lips and said nothing. She put the jujube between her lips, and the sweet and sour taste melted in her mouth.

"then!"

When Chen Yuan's voice came, something was thrown over, and Jing Shu subconsciously reached out to take it, it was a small clay figurine.

She looked at the finely carved little clay figurine, smiled at Chen Yuan with the corners of her lips pursed, and then went straight to the room, and did not come out until lunch. The four of them gathered around the table. Well, Sun Zhengde is no doubt a graduate of the Heavenly Master's School of Cooking.

After lunch, the Taoist was busy tidying up. Chen Yuan sat under the eaves and watched the master stroll around the yard on the old cow. The woman who had changed a little in the past few days became silent again, sitting not far away, quietly watching the people in the yard. view.

Soon, she got up and went back to the room, Chen Yuan frowned slightly, and talked to the fat Taoist who came out after wiping his hands.

The Taoist moved his mouth and pointed to the woman's room.

"Madam Zhu seems to have something on her mind."

"...You still observe so carefully when cooking? I also have something on my mind, can you see it?"

"Which girl are you looking at?"

"No, how do you want to deduct your extra money?"

"Boss, you are wrong..."

Rustle... The sound of ginkgo shaking echoed in the yard along with Chen Yuan and the two of them talking. Zhu Jingshu in the room was holding the scabbard and quietly holding the clay figurine sitting in the corner by the window, listening to their noisy conversation. When it was funny, she covered her red lips and smiled lightly.

Occasionally, there would be noise like a crazy old man, pulling Lao Niu to go out for a walk, but Chen Yuan dissuaded him, and the noise continued until the sky fell.

As the night gradually darkened, the courtyard gradually became quiet.

The cold moonlight shines into the window lattice, the woman sitting alone in the dark gets up and walks out of the door, she goes outside alone, sits on the bench and watches the moonlight pouring into the courtyard, the clay figurine in her hand, listening to the faint breathing in the silence For a while.

Alas...it was a soft sigh.

The woman got up and walked to Chen Yuan's room, looked at the sleeping figure on the bed through the crack of the door, blinked her clear eyes, and then gently closed the door.

Back in the room, Zhu Jingshu lit the oil lamp, took advantage of the moonlight and light, and wrote beautiful small characters on the paper with a brush. The tip of the pen moved quickly, filling the handwriting, and it was probably finished before dawn.

The lights cast the slim figure on the window lattice, and the night outside gradually passed by.

When the loud crowing of cocks sounded in the courtyard of another house, the sky was already getting brighter, until Sun Zhengde was busy in the kitchen, finished breakfast and called out in the courtyard: "It's time to eat."

Chen Yuan just put on her robes and walked out of the room. At this time, the sky was already bright. After washing, she brought the bowls and chopsticks, but before another person came out, he put down the bowls and went to knock on the door. There was no response for a long time, and she pushed lightly. , the door opened, the room was clean and tidy, the bedding was neatly folded, and Zhu Jingshu was no longer there.

There is only a piece of paper with handwriting on the table.

Chen Yuan unfolded it in her hand, and smiled suddenly, with a bitter taste.

"She really gave me the sword control technique."

Coming out of the room, the fat Taoist came over with bowls and chopsticks: "Where is Miss Zhu?"

"Let's go, I should have left quietly before dawn." After saying this, Chen Yuan returned to her seat, holding the bowl and chopsticks and planing the meal without saying a word, when she put down the bowl and chopsticks after eating, he said: "... …Let’s go too. It’s time to go to the next place and try to get the puppets out sooner.”

Soon, the boxes flew out of nowhere into the ox cart that had been prepared, the crazy old man jumped into the cart excitedly, the fat Taoist wore a yellow cloth bag and whipped his whip, the old cow pulled the shaft and drove out slowly, and stopped outside the door waiting.

……

On the hillside in the distance, a slender figure with a simple and simple long sword is holding the flying black hair, looking back at the small town bathed in the morning sun, the figure is gradually moving away.

On the edge of the small town, in a dilapidated house, a woman holding her child and waiting for her husband overnight was woken up by the cold wind, and her husband who went out still did not come back on the cold bed.

When she opened the door, a bundle fell at her feet, revealing several ingots of silver and a bunch of copper coins.

……

The sky rose above the clouds, and the old courtyard door creaked.

Chen Yuan gently closed the door, turned around and got into the car, bumped and swayed through the low eaves and pedestrians with the car body, and went to the outside of the town.

The mountains and fields are full of green, and in the acres of fields, the farmers are holding their trouser legs and preparing to go to the field, the women who have drawn the ditches are yelling at the children who are running around, and there is still smoke rising from the village in the distance.

When the golden ripples swayed in the bottom of the eyes, in Chen Yuan's eyes, there was a figure in the green robe standing in the forest in front of him with a sword behind his back.

Specially waiting for him.

"Chen Yuan?" Xu Qingfeng turned around slowly, looked at the stopped ox cart, raised his hands and cupped his fists.

"At the Canglan Sword Gate, Xu Qingfeng."

　There is only one chapter at night, and the work and rest are a bit irregular.

　　Go to bed early tonight and adjust.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)