I'm not a fairy 1: Breaking the dust and never thinking

Chapter 25 Extra Story Xie Buchen: Peach Blossom Still Laughing at the Spring Breeze

"Zhang Tang? You don't even know him? Hahahaha..."

In the roadside tea shop, there was a sudden burst of laughter.

Xie Buchen, who was walking on the road, was dressed in a green robe, with a slightly dazed expression on his face. Hearing this voice, he couldn't help but looked up into the tea shop.

The unfurled banners were a little wet in the light rain, like the blue mountains that were soaked in his memory.

It was a few traveling merchants. When the goods arrived in Jingzhou City, they stopped and gathered in the tea shop to drink tea and chat. During the conversation, they seemed to talk about something, and then a big man with a beard looked up and laughed.

"Snapped!"

The rough pottery tea bowl was placed on the table by him, making a trembling sound.

"Sure enough, you and other remote people don't know how many major events have happened in today's capital city and today's imperial court!"

The big man's chest trembled, he laughed for a long time, and then said: "Just this Zhang Tingwei, don't look at the life in his hand, even if he is not yet 300 years old, if he speaks out, he will scare you to death!" Last year, Xiehou's mansion [-] Many lives were ended by this lord. Now he is the most trusted person of His Majesty, and he is in charge of criminal and prison lawsuits. No matter how many nobles in the capital see him, they are like a mouse seeing a cat. It fell on my own head!"

"scare!"

Immediately, someone was so frightened that he gasped and almost shook his hand, dropping the bowl in his hand.

"It turned out that it was the case of the Xie family's treason, and he actually did it! My dear, once you say that, we will know..."

On the long road, Xie Buchen walked in the continuous light rain, and finally stopped.

"You don't need to look any further in the mortal world, you have lost your heart."

A faint and misty sigh passed through the misty rain and fell gently.

"Ten generations of emperors, one life of disobedience, why bother to be trapped in the world, and then listen to these..."

"Ten generations of emperors, one life of disobedience..."

Xie Buchen finally opened his eyes, and all the dreams in his mind disappeared.

There is no Jingzhou City that I passed by when I came to Nineteen Continents from Daxia, and there is no news of all kinds heard in the Tao, and there is no love and hatred between the world...

Xie Buchen blinked slightly, his long eyebrows were as cold as a mountain peak, with a little inhuman indifference.

It was still dark in Kunwu, and the house was dark.

Outside the half-covered window, only a few lines of dim light penetrated in, and the flowers and trees could be vaguely seen, and the sound of turbulent waterfalls broke the tranquility of the night.

Although he has only been in Kunwu for a few days, he is already used to falling asleep amid such loud noises.

Slowly getting up from the couch, he stood in front of the window with his clothes on, but he didn't open the window, letting the faint light from outside pass through the window and fall on himself.

Xie Buchen watched quietly, the room was filled with the smell of clean books and ink, which only gave people a deserted feeling.

This is a dying night.

It is also a remnant night without anyone disturbing.

In the past, he was Xie Wuming, the third son of the Marquis of Xie's mansion, and he took the name of not being a minister.
Today, he is the No. 13 true disciple of Kunwu Hengxu real person. He changed his name to Xie Buchen after his name, and the story of his "ten-day foundation building" is now spread throughout the Nineteen Continents...

In the past and today, it was only ten days.

He slowly raised his hand and pressed it on the window, his fingertips could clearly feel every inch of the pattern on the carved window.

So, the memory flows back in an instant.

Manager Liu of the Hou's Mansion walked past his window with a group of little girls.

At that time, he was sitting in the house, sipping a cup of good tea that one of his friends had just brought back from Jiangnan with the others. Fenyun looks extraordinarily delicate and charming.

He slowly brewed the tea, and the room was filled with the dense tea fragrance.

The son of Zhang Shilang's family held a folding fan in his hand and was standing in front of the window. He suddenly knocked on the window lattice with the gold-painted fan and said, "Hey, third son, is that your maid?"

This young master of the Zhang family has always been famous among the young masters in the capital with his eyes above the top, how could a maid be able to catch his eyes?

All of a sudden, everyone became interested and got up to look at the window.

He was still the third son of Xie at that time, and he was not very interested, but his friends all went to see it. He was the master, so it was not easy to sit still, so he had to come over and look in the direction of everyone's fingers .

then……

He finally saw her.

She was dressed in a light moon white dress, not luxurious at all, and one could tell at a glance that she was not from a wealthy family.

It's just that the woman's eyebrows and eyes are different from ordinary people's gentleness. There is a slight smile on her pale pink lips, her eyebrows are lowered, and she occasionally talks to Mr. Liu who is leading them away. In a word, it seems that Mr. Liu is telling her something.

She nodded as she listened.

The girl's appearance was not the kind that would surprise people at a glance, but mixed with so many pretty girls, she could be recognized at a glance.

At the first glance, I didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but at the second glance, I found that she was extremely attractive, with a look between her eyebrows and eyes that people couldn't take their eyes off, and a jade-like introverted feeling.

It's like playing with a piece of beautiful jade, once you look at it for a long time, it's hard to look back.

It wasn't until Manager Liu led the people away that Mr. Zhang's family came to his senses, and asked again: "Is it your maid?"

Xie Buchen didn't take it to heart, he didn't like Mr. Zhang's character very much, so he just said casually: "No."

The maids of their family would naturally wear the same clothes, and the girl was dressed in plain clothes, and was led by Zhang Shi to the old lady and his wife, probably because of other things.

After he answered, the young master of the Zhang family sighed a long way, feeling somewhat regretful.

But as soon as he raised his head, he saw Xie Buchen looking at him lukewarmly, the words he had brewed swirled around in his stomach for a few times, but he couldn't spit them out.

Several people continued to drink tea, but Mr. Zhang seemed absent-minded.

Afterwards, Xie Buchen sent away a few guests and put the matter aside.

Unexpectedly, when I went to my mother's room to pay her respects, I saw that woman standing beside her, occasionally saying a word or two, with a gentle appearance and a soft temperament.

He saluted in surprise, but before he finished, Madam Hou pulled him up and told him to sit down, and then he talked about the woman.

Mrs. Hou believes in Buddhism.

Legend has it that in the early years Xie Buchen's father, namely Lord Xie, encountered an accident on the battlefield, and Mrs. Hou prayed at home all night. Perhaps it was the manifestation of the Buddha, but Lord Hou turned the danger into good fortune and returned from the border with a great victory.

From then on, Mrs. Hou must burn incense and pay homage to the Buddha after taking a bath every day, hoping that the Buddha can always bless the Hou family.

It’s time to copy Buddhist scriptures again these few days, but Mrs. Hou was ill a few days ago, her eyes were broken, and she became dizzy when she stared at the small print. It's time to see you.

She has some relationship with Zhangshi Liu, and the family is taken care of by Zhangshi Liu, and she sends some fresh melons and fruits to the house every day. Because of her gentle temperament and decent handling, she has always been liked by Zhangshi Liu.

That day, Mr. Liu was talking to her in the corridor, and he called out "Miss Jianchou", which was heard by his mother.

Seeing sorrow, seeing sorrow.

This name sounds a bit weird.

Mrs. Hou asked someone to come over and ask, only to find out that Jianchou is an orphan without father and mother, and was able to grow up because someone adopted him.

When Xie Buchen heard this, he couldn't help asking: "Why is it called this name?"

Jianchou stood beside Mrs. Hou in a graceful manner, her face was indifferent, she didn't feel shy when seeing him, even though her family background was not high, she had a kind of natural and generous attitude.

She bowed slightly and said, "I was picked up by my aunt to raise me. That day my aunt came out to pray to Buddha and asked for a lottery, but she shook out a stick of 'I have a Buddha's Lingtai in my heart', and asked the master in the Buddhist hall to release the lottery. Seeing me as a baby, I couldn't bear to see me starve to death, so I took me home and named me 'Jianchou'."

There is Buddha Lingtai worry in my heart.

The word "sorrow" has such a source.

In the end, she was a lonely person, but she said it calmly, neither humble nor overbearing, it seemed so simple.

Although Xie Buchen is a son of a noble family, he has seen a lot of world situations. He has seen the common people living in dire straits, but it is rare for someone to face his situation so calmly.

Mrs. Hou said that in this way, Jianchou had a relationship with the Buddha, and she had a kind heart and could read and write a few words, so she asked Jianchou to come here every day to copy Buddhist scriptures for her.

Xie Buchen didn't ask any further questions, he talked to Mrs. Hou for a few more words and left.

For a long time afterwards, every time he went to pay his respects, he could see Jianchou. Unlike her uncomfortable name, Mrs. Hou, who usually has a bad temper, was always calm and calm when she was accompanied by Jianchou. And always with a smile.

Because he often went to his mother's place to pay his respects, Xie Buchen would occasionally see Jianchou's writing.

In all fairness, that word is not pretty, it can be seen that the foundation is very weak, but the strokes already have a faint taste of tallness, like the winter plums that are proud of the snow in winter.But in a blink of an eye, I can feel the thickness of it again, like a village girl in the mountains, who has nothing to do with the world. Although the words are not good-looking, there is a kind of calming power.

The first time he saw the scriptures copied by Chou, Xie Buchen had a strange feeling: with such a mind and words, it is really good to copy Buddhist scriptures.

The existence of sorrow is like air, like water.

No matter how you look at it on weekdays, even if she stands beside Mrs. Hou, it is difficult to attract the attention of others.

It's just that once she's gone, there seems to be something weird.

Once, Mrs. Hou took people to a banquet in the palace, and Xie Buchen always felt that something was wrong.

It wasn't until he left the palace that he realized that Jianchou was not qualified to enter the palace, so his mother didn't bring Jianchou, this was the "spot" missing.

That night, the sky was full of stars and moon.

The distance from the gate of the palace to the Hou's mansion has become a bit long and a bit short.

Xie Buchen sat in the sedan chair, opened the curtain of the sedan chair, looked outside at the quiet street that was about to have a curfew, and could only hear the hurried footsteps of the bearers who carried the sedan chair.

He who has always been full of poems and books, and his mind is full of wisdom and strategies, suddenly felt a little dazed.

Because, he suddenly realized his own heart.

There is no need to deny, doubt, or cover up. He is too smart to even deceive himself: he has been attracted to this woman who has almost no intersection with him, unconsciously.

Xie Buchen had no memory of how long the sedan chair had been walking on the wide and long road in the capital.

He only knew that after he went back, he originally planned to read a few books and write a few articles.But sitting behind the desk, what flashed through his mind was a few lines of beautifully written Buddhist scriptures.

At that moment, Xie Buchen couldn't help laughing himself.

So, that night, he did nothing, and lay down early with his clothes on.

It was raining the next morning, so he got up, held an umbrella and walked through the newly blooming peach blossoms in the backyard of the Hou Mansion to pay his respects to his mother.Unexpectedly, Zhu Qing, who served her mother, said that yesterday's palace banquet was too tiring, and her mother is still awake.

Since he didn't want to disturb him, he immediately sat and waited outside.

It's just that I didn't sit for a while, and the sorrow that didn't show up yesterday also came.

She was holding a thick pile of Buddhist scriptures in her arms, and barely held up an oil-paper umbrella, just to keep the Buddhist scriptures from getting wet, the umbrella hit the Buddhist scriptures, but her Su Qing dress was wet.

It seems that she didn't expect Xie Buchen to be there, after being introduced by Zhu Qing, she looked at him slightly startled.

After a while, she realized that before she could put down the heavy pile of Buddhist scriptures, she bent down and bowed down: "I don't know if the third son is inside..."

"Don't be too polite."

Xie Buchen stopped her modestly, and then winked at Zhu Qing who was beside her.

Zhu Qing came up quickly, took all the Buddhist scriptures in Jianchou's arms, and put them on the table: "Miss Jianchou, you are all wet, Madam wakes up late today, you don't have to be so early every day I asked the people below to bring you a cup of hot tea, and to dispel the cold for you."

"sit down."

Seeing that she was still standing there, Xie Buchen seemed a little at a loss, so he slowed down his voice, and signaled that he would sit by the round table outside.

At this time, Xie Buchen was still sitting on the chair by the window, he was not with Jianchou, it could be regarded as respectful and orderly, Jianchou hesitated for a moment, then thanked him softly, and sat down slowly.

Her back straightened into a straight line, and the slightly damp clothes were filled with cold air, which made her complexion faintly pale.

The cup of tea that Zhu Qing asked someone to serve was served soon.

Xie Buchen didn't speak, and neither did he when he saw sorrow.She only thanked him softly, and carefully held the cup of tea in her hand.

Out of the corner of Xie Buchen's eyes, he could see her slender and long fingers resting on the celadon teacup, trembling slightly because of the cold, but there was an unspeakable thrilling feeling.It shocked his heart and moved his soul.

The peach blossoms outside the window are in the rain.

Pieces of pink petals were soaked in rain, and there was a cloud-like beauty for a while, and a branch branched out obliquely, and it became a scene in the window.

Jianchou was sitting under that scene, Su Qing's dress, pale fingers, and azure teacup were as moving as a painting.

At that moment, Xie Buchen could only think of a line of poetry: The peach blossoms on the face of a person are red.

"The peach blossoms on the human face are red..."

Countless memories seemed to have died, sleeping deep in his mind.

Digging them out was an extremely painful thing for him.

In Xie Buchen's eyes, the ray of sky outside the window gradually brightened...

The darkest dawn has slowly passed.

Xie Buchen stood for a long time, only to feel a little stiff all over his body.

In the ray of bright light outside the window, there seemed to be some magnificent colors, leading him to stretch out his hand.He clasped the window lattice with both hands, opened it gently, and gradually expanded the gap, expanding...

"Squeak."

A soft sound.

The world outside the window has been shrouded in a bright morning light.

The outline of the Eleven Peaks of Kunwu was hidden in the thick mist, so ethereal that people couldn't see clearly for a while. Only the sound of the morning bell slowly rang through the whole of Kunwu.The emerald green trees filled his field of vision, but the tinge of red amidst the emerald green caught his attention.

It is the only peach tree among the many trees in Kunwu.

Now it’s flowering time, this night has passed, and under the sunshine of the rising warm sun, the flower tree that only budded yesterday will open the tightly closed buds this morning, and the petals stretch gracefully and lazily, and finally they are layered together Hanging on a branch.

As romantic as the sky.

The human face does not know where to go, Peach Blossom still laughs spring breeze.

This place is no longer the Xiehou Mansion of yesterday, the peach blossoms in the world are still in full bloom, and it does not change because of things and people.

only……

So what if they bloomed brightly?

The peach blossom in his heart was already a dead branch, covered in dead ashes, and never bloomed again.

The finger on the window sill slowly slid down.

Xie Buchen's heart is like an ancient well without waves.

"Boom boom boom!"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

At the same time, there was a charming voice: "Brother Xie, Elder Pang of the Longmen came with his disciple Zhou Chengjiang, who is the one who ranks first in the second heavenly monument. The real master told me to invite Where are you going, Brother Xie?"

Xie Buchen's eyes flickered slightly, and the complicated thoughts in his mind finally disappeared completely.

Zhou Chengjiang?
The second heavy monument is the first.

I've heard it said.

He walked back from the window, didn't look at the blooming peach blossoms anymore, only came to the door, opened the door, and saw the jewel in the palm of Deacon Elder Kunwu, Gu Qingmei, with exquisite eyebrows, a delicate face, and a smile in his eyes. With a little admiration.

Xie Buchen was very familiar with this kind of look, but he didn't give any response, he said lightly: "I'll go."

Along the way, Gu Qingmei seemed somewhat excited.

"I heard that Zhou Chengjiang is a genius of the new generation of Longmen. In the past few hundred years, he was considered to be second only to Qu Zhengfeng who was in Yashan back then. However, he must not be able to compare with you, Senior Brother Xie."

"By the way, speaking of it, shortly after the Master Master accepted Senior Brother Xie as his apprentice, there was also news from Yashan that a new female disciple who knew nothing had been recruited, and she directly replaced Qu Zheng. The position of the wind has become the elder sister of Yashan."

"Brother Xie, aren't you even the slightest bit curious?"

Xie Buchen didn't answer.

Whether Yashan, Longmen, Qu Zhengfeng, or the newly recruited female disciple, they have nothing to do with him, at least not now.

With an indifferent expression on his face, he walked calmly down the long mountain road.

The air in the mountains is exceptionally quiet, without any smoke.

Soon, the eaves of Kunwu's Yihe Temple towering above the clouds were already in sight.

At this moment, no one will know that on this day, he will defeat Zhou Chengjiang, who is the first in the second heavenly monument, and become famous in the Nineteen Continents with only three days of foundation building.

(End of this chapter)