Will Mr. Guigu care if Lingyun betrays Kyushu? Naturally, he doesn''t care. Ling Yun betrays Kyushu. With his mind, he will not be controlled by others.
Just this time, Ling Yun''s anger is surging in his heart, and his murderous intention is rolling. The murderous spirit hidden in his heart is rolling in the sea of his heart. He is the only one who is calculating others. How can others calculate himself?
At that time, sun siyao told himself that Ling Yun readily agreed because he was too afraid of the calculation between the friars. But he didn''t expect that he almost lost his life. Chen Xi looked at Ling Yun behind him, and the little girl shrank behind green donkey. Ling Yun''s evil Jiao made her feel terrible.
Just in a twinkling of an eye, Xinhai sunny, everything back as before, Chen Xi gently pulled Lingyun''s Cape, "big brother, don''t be angry."
Ling Tian rubbed Chen Xi''s head and said gently, "I''m not angry. I''m very happy to see Xiao Xi''er. How can you be so kind?"
Chen Xi grins. Ling Yun is a good person. Of course she knows, because in Ling Yun''s heart, the sunshine is always more than the clouds.
From Lushan to songyedu, the way is shuoyushan. The name of shuoyushan comes from a prince of a dynasty, who led the army for 30 years. "For 30 years, he had a great ambition, and he talked with mountain ghosts."
Ling Yun has heard a lot about the prince, and his adoptive father has great admiration for him. When he talks about him, his eyes are always shining. One person is so much more important than the friars of one state, and several courtyards can''t hold up their heads. These people are really the ones who should be remembered in history. As for the final destination of the prince, no one knows.
However, Yushan is not a famous place, but it has a very good idea.
From the foothills to the mountains, there is still a bridge. Under the bridge is the abyss. Chen Xi holds Ling Yun''s arm tightly, shivering. Ling Yun holds Chen Xi up and says gently, "if you''re afraid, don''t look. I''ll hold you in my arms."
Lingyun just finished, Chen Xi stretched out his hands toward Lingyun, "hold!" She''s like a naughty kid who''s got her way.
Ling Yun holds Chen Xi in her arms and closes her eyes. Since her parents died, Chen Xi has never had such a safe and warm embrace. It''s good to follow her elder brother, even if she has to suffer more. But it''s hard to follow her elder brother. Chen Xi is very happy to think of this.
Under the suspension bridge, there is a sea of clouds floating and sinking. In the distance, there is misty fog. The pursuers have not come yet, and Lingyun is not in a hurry. There are many mountains and wild spirits here. They need to be careful. Those with higher cultivation naturally need to be more careful. Besides, the foothills and mountains are sheltered by mountain gods, and the monks do not dare to kill here. Otherwise, the Confucians will be held accountable, It''s another extremely troublesome thing.
Shuoyu mountain is not a high mountain, but the mountain is very long and the whole mountain is very large. The more half a day the foothill connects with shuoyu mountain, the winding path leads to seclusion, and the scenery is getting better and better. There are luxuriant forests and bamboo trees, and there are a few good houses outside. There are family guards outside. Inside, there are books, singing and dancing. Ling Yun said to Chen Xi, "if I''m not by your side, I''ll meet these houses in the mountains, It''s good to go a long way and make a detour. "
"Yes
Chen Xi nods like a chicken pecking rice. She is gifted and can see the good and evil of people''s hearts clearly. This house is full of resentment and blood. Is it the legendary ghost house? Is there any reason to be scared?
Ling Yun stops outside the house for a long time, but he is powerless. He turns around and is about to leave. Suddenly, the house opens. A young woman in red wedding dress comes out and says, "why don''t you knock on the door and come in for a cup of tea?"
"I''m timid." Ling Yun replied solemnly that he was really afraid and met some fierce monsters. Only with his strength, he would not be killed. The spirits of these monsters and ghosts are unpredictable, and their minds are even more unpredictable. In the past, the seven women in the old house in the east of Liangcheng were just like this. If their resentment had not been formed and their goodwill had not been preserved, Ling Yun would have been a lotus, They may not be able to convince them.
The villains here are not strange to the gods of the mountain, and they don''t care about the land. If their strength is limited, there are some hidden feelings. However, they are all things that he can''t manage. The scholar is warm-hearted. If he loses his life, he should be a man who doesn''t know how to do it. He can do it according to his ability. Over time, if he gets the Confucian Road, he can educate all souls, but he can''t do it now.
"Seven foot man, how dare he say nothing?" The young lady stretched out her hand to invite Ling Yun in, "young master, please."
"It''s still early. It''s a good thing to stay in the mountains for a while, to drink the morning dew and eat the sunshine like that immortal." Ling Yun leaves with his fists clasped. The green donkey yawns and stands in the same place. He doesn''t intend to leave.
It''s Mr. Ling Yun''s mount. It''s spiritual. It''s always around the Confucian sage. It''s also a good sight. It can see that this is a vicious house, but it''s not that he doesn''t want to leave. It''s that he can''t walk. It''s not that the female ghost is restraining him. It''s that there is a force for Ling Yun to stay.
Ling Yun took Chen Xi in his arms, took a look at the green donkey, and said gently, "but the host is kind, and Ling Yun dares not follow."
Naturally, there are a lot of scholars in Confucianism, and there are a lot of hypocrites. Women don''t dare scholars at all. They just run into Ling Yun, who hasn''t been born again for a long time.
"Please, young master. I''ll ask someone to warm up the wine. Please wait a moment." The young woman said in a low voice that she didn''t look at Ling Yun much and didn''t underestimate him. Ling Yun''s cultivation is not high, but he has great courage. This kind of scholar is not rare, but after all, he is more interested than those who fish for fame and reputation. He will clean up later, so that he won''t suffer from death.
The young lady sat opposite Ling Yun and said plaintively, "my husband went out to be an official. He said that he married a young lady of the official family, and then he forgot that I am a village woman in the mountains. Most people are scholars who are ungrateful. I can''t find anyone to say that. I''m full of melancholy and sorrow."
Lingyun light said: "why does madam wear dowry?"
The young woman said faintly, "I can''t share my white head with you in this life. Maybe I''m a mountain traveler here. If I meet a lover, I''ll give him permission."
From love to hate is the most painful, from hate to love is the most difficult, love hate entanglement, this is the inevitable experience of most men and women, mortal summary is love, friar catastrophe or love.
"What does Madame think of me?" Ling Yun asked.
"Born handsome, looks like a good husband." However, the young woman sneers in her heart. She is a lecheron in the end. Most of the scholars who come and go with her don''t want to have a romantic night with the gorgeous ghost. They don''t want to seek fame and fortune. They say it well. Tomorrow, when the sun rises, they are amnesiacs. They don''t remember the affectionate words of last night.
Scholars are the most deceiving. These love words are either quiet, elegant or gorgeous. But if it is a girl who has never been through the world, it will stir up her heart. With a few words, she can have a private life.
"I also think that if I see a woman I like in the future, I will definitely tell her your opinion." Ling Yun said with a faint smile. As soon as his words changed, his face became colder. "It''s not a good thing for my wife to hate scholars all over the world because of her love."
"So what?" The young woman didn''t expect Ling Yun''s reply. His eyes were clear, but they were as cold as snow. She could see that something was wrong here, but what could it be?
How can Erjing Jianxiu escape from her?
As for the little girl beside him, looking at the delicate skin and clean flesh, if she is in a good mood, she can still save his life, "do you think you can walk away?"
"There''s probably no way to get away. I always love stories. Before I die, I can tell you about the woman''s heartless husband." Ling Yun really has no way to solve it now. If the enemy can find it here, they can fight with each other to gain profits. But it''s very slim to cherish this. "You know curse... No, reason, If our generation of scholars dare to say the second, only those bald donkeys dare to say the first. "
Ling Yun takes out a box of cakes for Chen Xi to eat slowly, while he takes out a bunch of sugar gourds and eats them leisurely. The ghost dressed by the young woman doesn''t mind. The story has been told thousands of times. She resents thousands of years and meets thousands of people. The story is still the same, sad or sad. It''s just that things are different from people, and everything is done. The person she hates is not alive for a long time, No one can understand.
This young woman''s husband was a real scholar. He was also one of the allies of Zhao and Song dynasties. His territory was not big, but his policy was open-minded.
He and the young woman had been engaged for a long time. As soon as they got the title of number one scholar, they married a beautiful girl from their hometown and shared a white head with her. What would her husband ask for in the world?
But as soon as the scholar was gone, the young woman looked away day by day, and could not see her sweetheart.
One day, two days, three days, one month, two months and three months, year after year, I finally got a heartless letter. It was a terrible nightmare. It said that the scholar married the daughter of the prime minister, and the couple loved each other so much that they could no longer tolerate the mountain village woman, so they ordered someone to cheat her into the mountains and sullied her body.
She suffered a lot of humiliation and lived in silence. She said that she had failed her sweetheart. Before that time, the scholar who had done that kind of thing said that people had already forgotten her.
After hearing this, Ling Yun has already eaten nine strings of sugar gourd in her hand. The young woman points to the flowerpot in the yard and puts her hand in the air. Ling Yun quickly covers Chen Xi''s eyes and says gently, "if you''re full and sleep for a while, don''t open your eyes."
The flowerpots were full of young men''s heads, and their death was miserable. The house, which was once magnificent, was also full of ghosts. The young woman in front of her was also ferocious and bloody.
"These scholars should be damned." She looked at Ling Yun coldly, "you should die, too."
Ling Yun, holding a bunch of sugar gourd in his mouth, walked to those heads and said calmly, "I am damned, but I can''t die. But these scholars are not all like this. You hate only two or three people. How can you hurt the innocent?"
"What I hate most is the face of you hypocritical Confucian scholars. You are so kind, why don''t you become a monk?"
"The three religions are all in books. I''m a Confucian. Can''t I learn some Buddhist scriptures? What''s wrong with being a monk? "Ling Yun rolled up his long hair." besides, if I''m bald, I''m not as good-looking as I am now. When my wife sees me, she''s afraid she''s going to drive me away. "
"Smart, I''ll pull out your tongue first, and see how you talk!" Cried the young woman!
Ling Yun wants to draw a sword, but he can''t move a cent. The strength of this female ghost far exceeds his expectation, and it''s so oppressive that he can''t resist. Is this a human realm?
How terrible and terrible is a ghost monk in the eleven realms?
Green donkey stamped his hoof. "Roar... Roar..." he cried anxiously.
Ling Yun''s whole body is full of blood. He forcibly runs "the secret of heaven and earth". Behind him, a fuzzy young man in white appears, carrying his hands and holding his sword upside down. Ling Yun spits out a mouthful of blood fiercely, draws his sword with his right hand, and is bright and clear on the wooden sword.