tick knife

Chapter 17

Lu Jisheng lifted the bamboo curtain.The hot and dirty scorched wind and yellow dust immediately retreated docilely, replaced by the rich sandalwood aroma, which is not heavy at all, and seems to be mixed with the refreshing freshness of bamboo leaves.He immediately took a deep breath, and his chest was relieved; the owner of the house looked back at him with a frown, not hiding his displeasure at the noise.She put her index finger to her lips and made a silent gesture.

"General, don't bring the world of mortals to this place of cultivation."

Lu Jicheng laughed and said, "If madam didn't miss the red dust outside, how could she stay in such a place of pure cultivation." But he did walk lightly and walked to the side of the master silently.He looked down at the ragged boy sleeping soundly on Mrs. Bamboo's lap, and asked, "Who is he?"

Mrs. Bamboo said: "I saved the person today."

Lu Jicheng turned his gaze to the other side of the room.The entire wall is impressively high and low, like an orderly array, and the ever-burning lights in front of the spirit almost melt into the faint light of the day.He squinted his eyes, as if he wanted to find a familiar name among them, but immediately felt bored again, so he smiled confidently.

"Did Madam kill someone today?"

Mrs. Bamboo said: "Not yet."

Lu Jicheng looked down at the back of her white neck. "Every time Madam kills a person, she saves a person. How many people are killed, how many people are saved. Do you think that in this way, sins and merits can be offset? Do you think you are the King of Hades, or a Bodhisattva?"

There was no sense of blame in his words, almost a kind of admiration.Mrs. Bamboo didn't answer, but just picked up the bamboo handle at the side, and picked off the congealed stains on the incense burner cover.Curls of white smoke rippled into the fragrant air in front of her one by one, like a trace of residual wine melting into the water.

Lu Jicheng said to himself: "I came today because I want to ask my wife something. Your cousin Mr. Zhang wants to kill me. I want to kill him. Do you think it's feasible?"

Mrs. Bamboo looked up at him. "It's up to you. But if the general can kill him, he won't be alive now."

Lu Jicheng sighed: "Ma'am, don't expose people's scars."

He seemed to have finally realized that it was impossible to get any unexpected reaction from her, so he sat down cross-legged with no interest, and maliciously resumed the conversation just now. "You're back to your old business. I thought you'd forgotten about that girl."

Mrs. Zhu said: "If her brother hadn't suddenly appeared in Shuozhou, I would have completely forgotten about it."

"So is Madam still brooding?"

Mrs. Bamboo said: "Whether you believe it or not, I am indeed tired of it."

Lu Jicheng stared at her closely, his eyes were frighteningly bright, as if he wanted to see the Buddha statue behind her through her internal organs.And Mrs. Bamboo just lowered her head and patted the boy's back lightly.Lu Jicheng suddenly smiled. "It doesn't matter. I go to bed together every day. The eldest and the sixth send people to greet me, the second and fourth serve me for dinner, the third and fifth accompany me to hunt, and the seventh comes to wash my feet. If he enters our house, he will live a day." No. Isn't that what you want?

Mrs. Bamboo said: "This is not what I want. I just want to be relieved."

She stroked the dark red bead strings on her hand one by one, her eyes were as gentle as a real mother's. "I don't want to atone for my sins, I just want to be free. But I eat vegetarian food, chant scriptures in the morning and evening, dissipate all my wealth, burn these incenses, and count these beads, but I can't be free. Fortunately, I finally understand: the only way to kill you , I can be free."

No one answered her.In the mountainous spiritual position, a light flickered brightly and dimmed forever; the thick sandalwood aroma inside the curtain was like a slowly rising tide, and finally completely submerged the sharp and bitter smell of bamboo leaves.

Tan Taize sat on the pavilion near the lake.The wind kept blowing in the morning, and it rained again in the afternoon. At this moment, the rain stopped, and the moon suddenly appeared pale and timid.Probably because of this reason, there are few people on the lakeside and on the lake. Occasionally, boats slide slowly by, and they are almost still on the dark water surface, with almost no water marks.There is a cool breeze on all sides, and it invades the flesh to the bone. There is a silver pot and three silver cups on the table.He has not touched alcohol for many years.

"I know you don't want to see me now." Tan Taize wrote. "Maybe you still hate me. This is a matter of course. Although you call me Shizun, sometimes we don't see each other once a year; I can teach you many things, but I only teach you to hate one person .”

He stopped writing and stared at the moon outside the fence for a while.A cold wind suddenly picked up, blowing in heavy raindrops, which wet the letter paper.Tan Taize folded the paper and put it in his sleeve.The sound of footsteps came from behind him, and he suddenly felt restless, as if his rarely peaceful mood was disturbed, completely forgetting that he came here to wait for someone.

The visitor respectfully sang a promise to him. He looks ordinary and speaks with an awkward accent. He doesn't sound like a Middle-earth person. "Are you a friend of the Fifth Hero?"

Tantai Ze said: "I am." He had no guess at all.

The visitor said happily: "That's it. This is what I promised him, please pass it on to me, sir." Holding out a delicate wooden box with both hands.Tantai Ze lifted the lid of the box, and inside was a plant of grass that he had never seen before, it had dried into brown, with complicated leaves.

After a moment he raised his head and asked, "What is this?"

"Wu Li." The visitor replied. "The villain is a famous merchant, and his home is overseas in a small country. Many years ago, I was deeply favored by the Fifth Hero, and it was difficult to repay even if I was smashed to pieces. He didn't want me to repay it. I got a fairy grass by chance before. I was overjoyed and asked if there were any more. I said maybe there is, but I just have to wait. The lychee is hard to come by. I didn’t damage the rhizome when I picked it before, so maybe there is still life, but it takes 19 years for a plant to grow.”

Tan Taize said: "That is indeed a long time."

"So I made an agreement with the Fifth Hero that on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival 19 years later, if all goes well, I will bring the fairy grass to visit Linhu Pavilion again. Now that I have finally lived up to my trust, I can let go of this big rock in my heart." He saw that Tan Taize seemed to be in a slight trance, and he was a little displeased that there was no response from his hard work. "Is the Fifth Hero okay?"

Tan Taize woke up like a dream: "I thank you on his behalf."

He made a salute that was almost comically respectful.The visitor was startled, and seemed to have said or done something, but Tantai Ze stopped paying attention; after a while, he was the only one left on the Linhu Pavilion.He looked down at the grass he had dreamed of.After a while, he smiled, a sticky heat welling up in his throat.

"Too late."

He thought of the snowy nights in Shuozhou, when he opened a frozen hair tip under the lamp, the fifth person broke into his quiet room with a fainted lacquer on his back, holding a swaddling baby in one hand and holding a baby in the other. The lacquered and carved severed hand seemed to be expected to be reattached by him.A living person, a dead person, and a half-dead person, all follow him.He was so excited that his breathing became disordered.Up to now, he was just a little surprised that such a lost left hand would become a knife one day.

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