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Chapter 9

Are children usually coaxed with sugar?Gu Zhishi smiled softly in her heart.

In five years, he has grown from 15 years old to about [-] years old.After all, Master missed the last period of his youth.

People come and go in the market, just like the clouds in the sky.The little girl who passed by could still smell the fragrance of the flowers in her arms at the tip of her nose at this moment, and after a few days, there would be no impression of her at all.

For an instant, Gu Zhishi felt a little helpless.

"Xiao Yi." Wen Shugeng called him suddenly, and used this title again.He turned his head, smiling so that his brows and eyes curled up: "Thank you for protecting me last time."

Gu Zhishi almost staggered, his eyes suddenly brightened: "It's nothing."

Only then did he somewhat understand that those five years were not missed. In the pain and suffering, he became a man who could protect his master behind him.

However, Wen Shugeng took a few steps back, broke the distance between Gu Zhishi and his apprentice, and tapped his forehead: "What kind of candy do you like?"

Gu Zhishi smiled like a child: "I want hawthorn candy."

Not knowing what else Shen Yun likes, Wen Shugeng bought some hawthorn candies and candied fruit from the shop.Gu Zhishi walked around behind the shelves, and softly asked the shopkeeper, "Is there any grapefruit candy?"

The shopkeeper hurriedly took it and handed it to him. Wen Shugeng poked his head out from behind him to look at it, and said appreciatively: "Anything that tastes like grapefruit is good."

This person is getting older, like a teenager, obsessed with the same thing year after year.The aroma of grapefruit has accompanied him for so many years, and he never gets tired of it.At this time, Gu Zhishi smelled the light smell coming out of the oiled paper bag, couldn't help smiling, and replied: "Yes."

Wen Shugeng's clothes were soaked in grapefruit peels, and people on the journey would inevitably be full of dust and dust. He coaxed the woman in the inn to happily do troublesome things for him.He is handsome and can talk, which made the old lady Huanyi very happy. She even believed his nonsense. She really thought that boiling pomelo leaves in water for washing the clothes would calm the nerves and relieve fatigue.

The three lived in three rooms.Originally, Wen Shugeng and Shen Yun lived in the same room, but because Song Ziyu was worried that Wen Shugeng would mislead his children, he took the children to live in the same room with him, so Wen Shugeng lived in the same room alone.

After returning to the inn, Gu Zhishi went back to the room, and Wen Shugeng carried the sugar bag into Song Ziyu and Shen Yun's room.

The weather is getting colder, and we are tired in the afternoon, and the child has already fallen asleep on the bed.

Wen Shugeng walked softly to the table in the room, put the sugar bag aside, lowered his voice and said to Song Ziyu: "Will the evil book mentioned by the owner be involved in this matter?"

Before leaving the village, the owner of the village told them: "When I traveled around in the early years, I heard about an evil book. The name is not widely known, and I don't know what it is. I only heard that it contains evil methods, which can steal people's minds and manipulate people. Human hearts make people into puppets.”

The owner of the villa didn't go into details, but only said that there was news that the book had passed into the world, and asked them to investigate it secretly.

Song Ziyu's eyes fell on Shen Yun, and seeing that he was sleeping deeply, he said in a low voice: "You mean, Xiaoyun's father was bewitched by an evil book?"

Wen Shugeng said: "I have this guess. After all, the return of the soul to the world is really absurd. Since Father Shen is proficient in astronomy and geography, he must know that people cannot be resurrected after death. What kind of story is just for entertainment. He lost his wife, It is not impossible to lose consciousness for a while and be bewitched by evil books."

Song Ziyu teased: "You always regard the scriptures as golden and jade words on weekdays, and it is a pleasure to read them. Why do you turn your face and deny people at this moment?"

Wen Shugeng laughed: "Ziyu, the stories in the storybook are not interesting, but human nature can be seen between the lines. You said that this scholar's infatuation with his wife can't exchange for a dead person, but just add something to the storybook. Don't you feel sorry for the sad story?"

Song Ziyu shook his head: "Your words are a bit cold."

Wen Shugeng didn't care too much: "Emotions are nothing more than a whim. It's ridiculous to hold on to things that will disappear in smoke, so I'd like to read the storybook and be funny. It's better to be plain, I don't like to see you I always feel that it is futile to have overly passionate feelings.”

He said this lightly, with a kind of indifference and sarcasm out of the world.Unfortunately, he didn't see himself clearly.

One day, when the raging fire burned through the entire sky and stood on top of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, he would realize how ignorant he was at this moment.

Song Ziyu didn't continue talking about this topic. He looked at the little ball bulging under the bed, and sighed: "Above a desperate situation, it is inevitable to regard things that you usually sniff at as straws. Although I don't know if it is related to That evil book is related, but it is always a pity to lose a rare talent."

Wen Shugeng got up: "When I get to the kid's uncle, maybe I can get some clues. Children often don't know much about adults, but adults know each other well. That uncle doesn't have close contact with them on weekdays, and even The news of his younger sister's death was not notified in time, but Xiaoyun trusted him and went to join him, there was no secret in it."

Song Ziyu nodded, and the two of them fell silent, not arguing with the child anymore.

On the other side, Gu Zhishi stood by the window sill of the room, and untied the small bamboo tube containing the note from the legs of the flying pigeons.

A few days ago that disciple acted strangely, he paid attention to it, and went to believe in the Tunyun Sect, and received a reply letter today.

The handwriting on the letter is strong, flamboyant and phoenix dancing: the wind and waves are calm in the church, and the leader doesn't need to worry about it.

It was Elder Yang's handwriting, with the usual concise and neat style, but Gu Zhishi frowned.

He greeted several elders when he sent a letter. Although it was just a few words of concern, with Fang Shiying's intelligence and astuteness, he would not miss this detail.This reply did not mention a word about the situation of the few people, and it was not written by Fang Shiying, who was in charge of various affairs in the school, which made Gu Zhishi suspicious.

The disciple on that day was called the young lady who bought books. If that young lady refers to Fang Shiying, it is really unlikely.Fang Shiying has a gentle temperament, prefers to be quiet and dislikes making noise, and would never buy a lively child to accompany him.

After crushing the note and throwing it away, Gu Zhishi leaned against the window, thinking about the sneak attacker in the cave and the mysterious beast.

Look for sharks.He did see the person who misses day and night, but Xun Xiangxiong didn't even show his face.

Gu Zhishi slightly raised the corners of her mouth like a sneer: Playing tricks.Going to the sky and entering the sea, the blue sky and the yellow spring, how could he not be able to find him?

If they found it, it could only be done by Gu Zhishi alone.

He doesn't believe in Xun Xiangxia, he only believes in himself.He trusts in his own will, no matter if he is searching for formations or looking for Xiangxia sharks, in the end it is external force.It was only him who traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers to chase that person back.

His eyes fell on a poisonous spider lying on the window sill, Gu Zhishi was about to snap out a finger to kill it, but then thought: The spider is spared.And the person who splashed blood on Yunfeng and took away his master five years ago, he will make him pay in blood.

But after Wen Shugeng returned to the room, he walked to the table with mixed feelings, and went to pass the time with his ugly script, and a bitter smell came out from the oiled paper bag next to the script.

Wen Shugeng was slightly taken aback, only to see that there was a note left beside the paper bag, and the shyness and shyness of the person who wrote it could be seen from the obviously over-carved handwriting: You like grapefruit, here you are.

So, did you buy it for me?Opening the paper bag and putting a piece of sugar cake in the mouth, Wen Shugeng suddenly felt a little swollen in his heart, so that he no longer had the desire to read the script.

The next day, several people continued on their way. They bought a carriage because they had children with them, and the three adults took turns driving the carriage.

When it was Ziyu's turn to drive, Gu Zhishi and Wen Shugeng sat on both sides of the carriage, with Shen Yun in between.The child has become acquainted with them a lot in the past few days, and has gradually become more talkative.When he saw the dragonflies flying by outside the curtain, he said with great nostalgia: "In the past, in the midsummer, countless dragonflies were flying by the river, and the sunset glow fell low on the mountains. My mother made me a sticky stick for dragonflies, and my father took them I run after dragonflies."

Wen Shugeng smiled and said, "What a beautiful sight. I have lived in the mountains for a long time, and I have seen a lot of fireflies, but I haven't seen too many dragonflies."

He seldom mentioned his origin and residence. Gu Zhishi was alert, so he pretended to be downplaying and asked, "Have you always been in the mountains? Living in the mountains for a long time, I am afraid that I have seen countless beautiful mountains."

Wen Shugeng said: "I was born in the mountains and grew up in the mountains. This time, this is the first time I have been to the world. The mountains are indeed beautiful. But there is a quiet beauty in a quiet mountain, and a lively beauty in a lively market."

Shen Yun clapped his hands and answered: "The market is very beautiful! Those who spin tops, those who do acrobatics, those who sell candied haws, and those who cut new clothes all gather together, and the colors are bright and bright. There are also those who hawk and play pipa Chatting, chattering, the voices are mixed together, lively and warm."

Wen Shugeng looked at him in surprise, and couldn't help pinching his nose: "You know how to be beautiful."

The topic was avoided again, Gu Zhishi smiled helplessly, but finally found out that he lived in a certain remote mountain for the past five years.

"What about you?" Wen Shugeng looked up at him, "How did you spend your childhood?"

He covered his mouth with his sleeves, revealing a pair of radiant eyes, and looked at Gu Zhishi without blinking: "Could it be that you and Xiaoxian'e are going around the bed to make green plums, and the two little ones have no doubts?"

Gu Zhishi was speechless for a while.In the past, he often used Wen Shugeng's expression, but it was not towards him, but a group of uncles around his age.Maybe it's because Wen Shugeng forgot about him, and he no longer has the scruples about etiquette between master and apprentice, this kind of gaze makes Gu Zhishi feel strange and happy.

Gu Zhishi raised the curtain of the car, glanced at the light blue village behind the slowly driving wheels, and joked lightly: "Just after I smelled the fragrance of green plums, there was a naughty master who grabbed my ears and ordered me to go back to my room to practice calligraphy .”

Wen Shugeng laughed loudly: "Since he is so unreasonable, he is an old-fashioned and strict teacher. How can he be called stubborn?"

Gu Zhishi smiled lightly, glanced over his face vaguely, and said: "I just practiced a word, and he couldn't sit still anymore, pulling me to drink the grapefruit wine he secretly brewed. "

It was a night I will never forget.

He drank Sanbai forcibly and was so drunk that he passed out.The wine jar shattered at some point, and the wine dripped all over the floor. The aroma of the wine mixed with the aroma of grapefruit took three days to completely dissipate.

At that time, Gu Zhishi was 14 years old, and it was the first time he drank alcohol without restraint.After waking up from alcohol, the headache was so severe that he could hardly open his eyes, it was really a good meal for the boy.However, in the clear moonlight of that night, when the master was drunk and talking, he said, "Citrus aurantium is my only disciple, and I will give everything I have to teach him. So does drinking and brewing." He will never forget it.

Gu Zhishi's expression was affectionate and gentle, which was so touching that even Wen Shugeng couldn't help softening his voice, and sighed: "Master Ru is a person with true temperament."

The carriage gradually drove into a desolate place, the twilight was deep, and the green grass passing by the wheels was filled with fragrance.

At this time, it was Gu Zhishi who was driving the car. Seeing that it was getting late, he was about to ask if he wanted to stop for a rest, when he sensed a hint of danger.

There was a rustling sound from the weeds, which was different from the sound of the wind, and the sound of the cold iron unsheathing was tough but with hesitation, and it was unknown who was approaching very lightly step by step.

Gu Zhishi was very calm, and continued to drive forward without looking sideways.Flicking the horsewhip to the ground, he rolled up a few small stones, and his strike was as fast as lightning, and immediately smashed the stones deep into the grass.

There was a muffled hum.Gu Zhishi sneered: The pace is already messed up.

The curtain of the car was gently lifted, and Wen Shugeng whispered behind him: "Bandit?"

Gu Zhishi didn't turn her head back, she just said: "It's nothing. You can rest in peace in the car."

As soon as the voice fell, seven or eight big men jumped out from the grass, and they seemed to attack directly when they saw that they were exposed.

Several people held weapons in their hands, with fierce eyes, staring at Gu Zhishi covetously.

Just as Wen Shugeng was putting his hand on the sword, he saw Gu Zhishi flying out with incredible speed.

Those people all went up to meet them, and a fight started.

Gu Zhishi's sword flower was so chic and beautiful, those people couldn't get close to him at all, instead they were restrained everywhere.Wen Shugeng couldn't help his eyes light up when he saw it, and he put down his thoughts about joining the battle circle.

In just half a cup of tea, several people were knocked down.Gu Zhishi had no intention of questioning each of these unknown soldiers, and looked at the wimpy looks of these people with cold eyes, then raised a long sword mercilessly, and cut one's throat.Immediately, the blood splattered three feet, and the blood slowly dripped along the weeds.

Wen Shugeng was slightly taken aback.What he saw was too bloody, he never expected that Gu Yi, who is usually gentle and humble, would be so cold and heartless.

The few remaining people were even more horrified, begging for mercy repeatedly.

Gu Zhishi was unmoved, and pointed the sword at another person, seemingly puzzled, and said, "My sword is so fast, what's so scary?"

Wen Shugeng spoke with difficulty: "Xiao Yi."

Gu Zhishi turned her head and smiled at him, and said relaxedly, "It will be fine soon."

Wen Shugeng didn't know what to say.Bandits are really hateful, stealing people's money and disturbing people's peace.However, there are indeed a small number of bandits who kill people and take goods, and most bandits just plunder wealth.The ending of sealing the throat with a sword is really cruel to them.

Seeing that he hesitated to speak, Gu Zhishi's heart trembled, and she immediately thought anxiously: Have I done it again?

Just as he was hesitating, Wen Shugeng's anxious cry sounded through the air: "Be careful!"

It turned out that those people in the back were distracted by watching Gu Zhishi, and took the opportunity to sneak attack from behind.

The sound of piercing the air came behind him, Gu Zhishi threw the long sword backhand without looking back.

Boom a few times!

His internal strength is really unfathomable, twisting the hilt of the sword made the blade parallel to those people, and cut them straight in the middle.

Those people fell to the ground, howling in embarrassment.There was no incision on his body, but his abdomen was burning with pain.

Gu Zhishi said coldly: "Get out!"

Shanye Xiaoxiao picked up his dead and wounded companions and ran away in fright.

Gu Zhishi adjusted her robe a bit, then walked back to the side of the carriage.

The four eyes met, and the man in the car frowned slightly, with complicated eyes.After a long while, he spat out a sentence: "You are very skilled in martial arts, I'm afraid all your injuries will be healed..."

Before he finished speaking, a fine mist of blood gushed out from his mouth, and Gu Zhishi fell to the ground with a bang.

Wen Shugeng was terrified, and hurriedly jumped out of the car to help him: "What's wrong?"

Gu Zhishi weakly half-opened his eyes, full of panic and helplessness: "I'm afraid they're coming after you again, last time... I was scared to death. This time, ahem, I have to Do your best... cough... force."

Hearing these words, Wen Shugeng was half touched and half surprised, meeting by chance...Why did Gu Yi come to this.But it's better to just say goodbye to that sentence, and I can't bear to say it at this time.

Gu Zhishi closed her eyes, her heart pounding.He forcibly disturbed his internal breath and injured his meridians... I don't know if it will be seen.

The author has something to say: Xiao Gu is pitiful: I am neither fierce nor bad at all, who told them to be so bad, oh master, please don't hate me!

QAQ next cycle mid-term exam, it is estimated that I will not be able to write at the fifth shift, ah, why can't I transform into a typewriter.