Chapter 3 Chapter 2 Reunion

It was still far away from the town, and Yun Jisang vaguely heard a few ringtones, mixed in the wind, and there was a faint sense of desolation. With sharp ears, Ming Huan could hear clearly, so he clapped his hands and said, "Xi Fu Wei, there is a bell ringing." Yun Jisang looked heavy, and rode his horse slowly.As we got closer to the entrance of the town, we saw a tall archway standing there, and the three golden characters of "Ping An Town" had long been eroded by wind and rain and blurred. Yun Jisang reined in the reins suddenly, and looked up steadily. Ming Huan in his arms also followed his gaze, looking at the archway in amazement.

On the tall archway, there are all kinds of strange copper bells hanging impressively. These bells are old and new, and have different shapes. Some are as small as nails, and some are as big as lanterns.All the bells without exception are hung on the archway with red threads, there are hundreds of them. All the copper bells are engraved with the grimace that Yun Jisang saw in the forest—crying but not crying, angry but not angry, happy but not happy, smiling but not smiling. Yun Jisang watched quietly for a while, then silently urged the horse to pass under the archway.Against the gray sky, hundreds of bells seemed to be vicious clinging to the archway, quietly watching them pass.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, and they seemed to come alive in an instant, jingling together.It seems that a group of evil elves are discussing loudly, cursing the impending doom of their prey. Ming Huan also seemed to feel the weird atmosphere, and shrank back timidly into his embrace. The small town is quiet, without any vitality. Looking around, there is only a lonely blue-gray.Almost all the houses were closed, and the notice on the arresting flower picker Li Liufang was dilapidated and trembling in the wind.The street was empty, and occasionally there were one or two passers-by who were in a hurry and looked dull, avoiding them from a long distance, as if they were scourges.

"Xifu, what's the matter with them? I really want to be afraid of Ming Huan's death?" Ming Huan, who was curled up in Yun Jisang's arms, said worriedly.In her little head, she was afraid that as a foreigner, she would bring some troubles to her dear Master.All along, she has been instinctively pleasing any Han people she comes into contact with, and those Han people seem to like her very much.But the people here seem to be a little different. Could it be that in their eyes, I am really a little monster who can't speak clearly? "It's not Ming Huan's fault..." Yun Jisang patted her head lovingly, "It's just that everyone here seems to be afraid of something..." When he was speaking, his eyes fell on a household. On the front door of the house.

Above the wooden door with two tattered Spring Festival couplets hung a small brass bell with a red thread. What exactly is it?Let this once vibrant town in my memory be full of panic and uneasiness?The horse paced slowly, and Yun Jisang's mind also fluctuated silently. After crossing a small bridge, the horse stopped in front of a mansion gate.Above the tall gate of the mansion is a deep black plaque, engraved with two gold lacquered characters of "Wei Mansion". The gate of the mansion was ajar, and an old family member was staggering to clear the snow in front of the mansion gate.

Yun Jisang carried Ming Huan off the horse, put her on the ground, and walked towards the old family. The old man didn't seem to notice his arrival, and he was still slowly waving the long broom. "Wei An..." Yun Jisang said softly. The old man turned his head slowly and looked at him blankly, with a puzzled look in his eyes. "Don't you recognize me?" Yun Jisang smiled. "You are..." Wei An hesitated. "I'm Yunjisang!" Seeing that the old man still couldn't remember, Yunjisang reminded, "Little Sangzi..." "Little Sangzi! It's Xiao Sangzi, no, no...it's Master Yun! Come on! Master Yun is back!" Wei An shouted in surprise.

"You'd better call me Xiao Sangzi, I like to hear you call me that. I don't see you... Is the teacher okay?" Yun Jisang smiled, and handed over the reins of the horse and the green donkey to the boy who came after hearing the news . "Well, my master's health is not as good as before these years, but fortunately he has his wife to take care of him, so he is still healthy, but his energy is not so strong, and his appetite has also decreased. I haven't traveled far in the past few years. Get up! Young Master Yun... Xiao Sangzi, please come inside, if the master knows you are here, he will be more happy to eat a few bowls of rice." The old man nagged and led Yun Jisang to the mansion.

"Has the teacher continued?" Yun Jisang asked.When he was studying under Wei Shengzeng, Wei Shengzeng suffered the pain of losing his wife. He had a deep relationship with his first wife, He Shi, and he was grateful for his deceased wife who had not remarried for many years.Unexpectedly, he came back this time with a wife again. "No, the new lady's heart is very good, and she didn't say anything to our servants. Even the people in the ten miles and eight streets have received the favor of our lady. In the whole Ping'an Town, when it comes to the lady, no one will choose Thumb? This is a blessing, master!" Wei An immediately elated when he mentioned his wife.

Yun Jisang was also secretly happy for the teacher.He once obeyed Gong Shenheng, followed Wei Shengzeng to study for two years, and his relationship was as harmonious as father and son.Hearing that the teacher got such a good wife in his later years, how can I feel unhappy. Suddenly, his eyes fell on the top of the mansion gate.In an inconspicuous corner, there was also a brass bell hanging with a grimace. "Wei An, what is that?" He finally couldn't help asking. Wei An's face changed, and Nuonuo said: "That's... nothing, just kidding around." After saying that, Wei An apologized, and went in to report on his own, leaving Yun Jisang and Ming Huan waiting in the court.

"A child..." Yun Jisang looked at the copper bell and fell into deep thought. "Xifu, Xifu, what is that?" Ming Huan took his hand and asked curiously. Yun Jisang is very familiar with the layout of the Wei Mansion, and since he hasn't seen him for many years, he still feels cordial in his heart.Then he put down the weird brass bell in his heart, and looked around. The Wei Mansion was built on the back of the river. The local Shawan River is a branch of the Luan River, passing through Ping'an Town, separating the town into north and south ends. A five-foot-long stone bridge connects the town as a whole.The Wei Mansion is at the southern end of the stone bridge, there are no residential buildings here, except for the Wei Mansion, the county government office and the Yunyun Temple not far away.Although the Wei Mansion is a private residence, because Wei Shengzeng was a great Confucianist in the world, he was famous as a scholar, so the hall has five rooms and nine shelves, which is the layout only for second-rank officials.

"That's Xiyan Pavilion. I lived there when I studied with my teacher. Have you seen the small pavilion in the north? That's Lanxue Tea House. Every snowy night in winter, the teacher always brings us a group of disciples to cook tea. Appreciating the snow, talking about poetry and Taoism..." As he spoke, Yun Jisang's eyes showed nostalgia, and then he chanted, "The guests come to drink tea as wine in the cold night, and the bamboo stove boils and the fire is red; as usual, the moon in front of the window... ..." "It's different if you only have plum blossoms." An old voice continued. Yun Jisang suddenly turned around, and an old man in a blue-breasted padded robe and a brow scarf was standing there smiling, his eyes full of joy. "Teacher! The student Yun Jisang has met the teacher!" Yun Jisang gave a deep salute as he spoke. Wei Shengzeng's face was full of joy, and then his expression changed: "Youqing, your hand..." Yun Jisang glanced at the empty right sleeve indifferently: "It is inevitable to fight on the battlefield. Compared with thousands of soldiers who died in foreign lands, students are lucky." Then he chanted, "Being a centurion Xiong, death is the rule for a strong man. The yellow bird has written tragic poems, and its reputation is still good." "This old man will feel at ease." Wei Shengzeng nodded slightly seeing that Yun Jisang was not hindered by his disability. "Xifu? What are you talking about?" Ming Huan asked while tugging on the lapel of his shirt pitifully.Obviously, the conversation between him and Wei Shengzeng just now was too difficult for this little girl who is just learning Chinese.Yun Jisang smiled slightly, and introduced Ming Huan's background to his teacher. "Okay, I didn't expect Youqing to accept his apprentice now! Not bad, he is a cute kid!" Wei Shengzeng said with a smile, "Come with me to the study, there is a surprise waiting for you inside!" surprise?Where does joy come from?Yun Jisang was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask more questions, so he followed the teacher into the study. The layout of the study is simple, elegant and pleasant.On the wall are a picture of Liu Songnian's guest conversation in the Xiting Pavilion and a cursive post by Huai Su.On the rosewood book table, there is a pen holder with Panyun and old bamboo, and the light ink spring pot with simple and elegant millet is steamed, and a few narcissus plants are inserted in the small gallbladder vase piled up in the official kiln, exuding a faint fragrance. Sunlight quietly shines on a person through the bright window of willow leaves.The man was sitting elegantly at the moment, holding up the celadon teacup in his hand to drink tea, when he saw him coming in, he smiled slightly. In an instant, Yunji Sang's eyes were like snow-white clothes, an ancient sword with a black sheath, and a blue wine gourd around his waist, which perfectly blended with the misty tea smell, bright sunshine, and faint fragrance of narcissus. Yun Jisang's heart skipped a beat, and the convulsive heartache was both bitter and sweet, and finally, there was a bit of desolation and deep melancholy. "Senior Sister Zhuo..." For the first time, he found that his voice was so dry. Since he broke his arm, he never sent a letter to Zhuo Anjie again, and deliberately cut off communication with her, but he never expected that the two would meet again at this moment. "Sure enough, you are a good junior brother who respects the teacher and righteousness. If not, I really don't know where to find you." Zhuo Anjie put down the tea cup, stood up slowly, and said softly. Yun Jisang was secretly startled, knowing that this senior sister was angry because of her actions.He naturally knew that the softer this senior sister spoke, the more angry she would be.After a while, the big fire will start, I'm afraid it will burn me to death.I just hope that with the teacher present, she can restrain herself a little. Unexpectedly, Wei An came in at this moment, and said: "Master, there is a visitor." Wei Shengzeng smiled slightly at the two of them: "You Qing, Zhuo Nvxia, you two talk first. The old man will come whenever he goes." After speaking, he left. Yun Jisang groaned in his heart, and pulled Ming Huan to his face: "Ming Huan, my name is Aunt Zhuo." "Zhuo Xigu! Take a good look at it! It's Ming Huan! Look at it, Ming Huan?" Ming Huan stretched out his fat little hand and waved it at Zhuo Anjie. Pointing to his little face, he looked at her expectantly. Zhuo Anjie smiled, walked over and knelt down, and gently stroked Ming Huan's hair: "Of course Ming Huan looks good. When you grow up, you must be a great beauty. Come, take it, Master A meeting gift from my aunt." Then, he took out a sandalwood box from his bosom and handed it over. Ming Huan took the box, shook it, there was a clattering sound inside, and hurriedly opened it to see, it turned out to be dozens of colorful, crystal clear stone bullets.She cheered, and kissed Zhuo Anjie heavily on the face: "Xi Guwei, take care of yourself! Ming Huan loves you!" "Good Ming Huan, go and play by yourself, Shigu has something to say to your master..." Zhuo Anjie said softly.Seeing Ming Huan running out of the house, Yun Jisang sighed and stopped talking. There was a silence in the study, and Yun Jisang could clearly hear the sound of his own heartbeat. "Tell me, why didn't you write to me all of a sudden?" Zhuo Anjie asked lightly. Yun Jisang looked at his empty right arm, but did not answer.What do you say?Is it to tell about his longing, admiration, or inferiority and despair?He had nothing to say, at least, not yet. "Because of the right arm?" Zhuo Anjie's voice became sharper.Yun Jisang remained silent. "In your heart, am I such a person?" There was a touch of bitterness in Zhuo Anjie's voice. No, of course you are not.However, if you know that I have lost my right arm, you will definitely come to me.Just like... just like now. But I don't need such feelings.I don't want to see you like this.What I want to see is Bie Yuejian who is always lazy and calm, never takes anything to heart, and is as leisurely as floating clouds.The senior sister in my heart should not be changed by other people, including me. Yun Jisang raised his head and looked at Zhuo Anjie. The other party turned around abruptly, but even at that moment, Yun Jisang had already seen the tears dripping from those beautiful eyes. Senior sister... crying?Yun Jisang was at a loss for a while. Since the day he met Zhuo Anjie, he has never seen her cry.Even if her legs were bitten bloody for saving herself from the tiger's mouth in the mountains, and she lay on the bed for two whole months, she never cried.Not even a frown.On the contrary, it was himself who cried in a mess.For this reason, she was laughed at for a long time. Zhuo Anjie sniffed, obviously not used to the current mood.After taking a deep breath, he turned around and said, "Junior Brother Yun, let me ask you, are you proud of serving your country loyally, bathing in blood on the battlefield, defending our rivers and mountains, and protecting our people?" Yun Jisang was taken aback and said, "That's natural." "Then let me ask you again..." Zhuo Anjie pressed her step by step, "Have you ever regretted losing your right arm in this war?" Yun Jisang couldn't help but think of those gold and iron horses, the days and nights of blood-stained robes, and the lifelike faces of those comrades who died in the Battle of Imchen. He shook his head slightly. "Since that's the case, what do you have to be depressed about? Are you afraid that I will look down on you?" Zhuo Anjie looked at him firmly, "Or...are you afraid that I will sympathize with you?" Yun Jisang's heart suddenly trembled. Zhuo Anjie sighed secretly: As expected, she guessed right.I know this brother too well.Although he looks kind on the surface, in fact he is very strong in his heart, and he cannot tolerate half alms from others.This is true both in life and emotionally.And what kind of feelings do you have for him? During the three years of sojourning in Shimen, childhood sweethearts, the relationship between the two is as clear as ice and snow.At that time, I loved this junior who was extremely intelligent but sentimental, and liked to cry at every turn. When they met again, he was as tall as himself.At that time, I had already traveled in the rivers and lakes for five years.Parting from life and death, the world is cold, and after experiencing emotional setbacks, the passion and blood of the early years are long gone, and my heart is full of exhaustion and disappointment.Unintentionally, they reunited with him in a restaurant in the south of the Yangtze River.At that time, he was talking about world affairs with several young disciples of the Seven Schools, and he was in high spirits and high-spirited.When he saw himself, he was pleasantly surprised, but he was speechless. At that time, there was a burst of joy in my heart: that's great, the younger brother is still like this. It's just that in her mind, he is still the junior who needs to be taken care of and who can be teased from time to time.So, when she realized that he had an inexplicable affection for her, she resolutely walked away. When they met again, it was already the case of Xiangsha who died in Bashanzhuang.That time, the junior brother's analytical ability and keen insight really surprised her.Especially when he faced the crowd and talked with confidence, she had a new understanding of this junior.The little junior brother who used to cry behind him has become a real man. However, she still thinks that there is no possibility for them to be together.After all, they were six years apart.So, she only left the yellow wine gourd and a gourd of clear water.She hoped that this clear water could replace the love in their hearts.Since then, another four years have passed. In the past four years, the two have been separated from each other, and they can only communicate with each other by trusting Yu Hongyan. In the letter, he recorded every detail of his military career in detail, including fear, confusion, emotion, anger, joy of victory, and sorrow of losing his comrades. The simple and sincere letters, like dripping water, gently eroded her heart. Before she knew it, Yun Jisang's safety was already on her mind. So when she lost his news, she suddenly found that her heart was blank. It was only then that I realized that this junior had already occupied one of the most important positions in my heart since I don't know when.When she learned that Yun Jisang had lost her right arm and became a disabled person.The worries in her heart made her travel thousands of miles, from the warm Jiangnan to the icy and snowy northern land. She knew this junior so well that she was even clear about his motives for not writing to her anymore. However, even if she is as smart as she is, she still doesn't know how to revive Yun Jisang's ambition and turn back into that youthful young man with wisdom in his hands. The two of them were silent, when Wei An's voice came from the door: "Master Sang, Miss Zhuo, Master invites you to meet the guests in the living room!" Only then did Yun Jisang remember that the teacher's birthday is coming soon, and he has a wide range of friends, so it is inevitable that many guests will come to the door.So she said to Zhuo Anjie: "Senior sister, let's go." Zhuo Anjie sighed inwardly, and nodded. The two of them followed Wei An to the living room, only to find that many people were already sitting there. "Xifu, that person is so weird!" Ming Huan ran over from one side and whispered in Yun Jisang's ear.Yun Jisang followed her gaze, but saw that the man at the bottom left was very strangely dressed, with red silk tied hair, and an orange-peel red blouse was draped over the purple Cheng Zi clothes, and his lips were painted red The grease, neither fish nor fowl, looks very coquettish. Seeing Yun Jisang's surprised look, Zhuo Anjie said in a low voice: "That's Chen Qi from Sizhou, don't you recognize him?" "Is he Chen Qi?" Yun Jisang said in astonishment.He naturally recognized Chen Qi, Chen Qi was Wei Shengzeng's student just like him back then.It's just that the Chen Qi in my impression is clearly a restrained, reticent, shy boy, how did he become this strange appearance? "This man is already a man of demons." Zhuo Anjie's tone was slightly mocking. Yun Jisang suddenly realized.He had heard a long time ago that there is a trend of dressing called "clothing demons" in Jiangnan, which is shocking to the world, but he didn't expect to see it here, and it was on his classmates. "Jisang, you are here, come and sit..." Wei Shengzeng greeted from the seat above. "This must be Lord Chongshan's proud disciple, brother Yunji Sangyun, a handsome young man, he is really extraordinary!" A middle-aged man with three long beards and gorgeous clothes said loudly, "I will see you in Xialiang Xideng." Guoyun Shaoxia." Saying that, he closed the paper fan in his hand, stood up and bowed deeply. When everyone present heard that the hero who defeated the Fusang Army had arrived, they were all moved and stood up to salute. "Don't dare. Jisang is young, but his name is empty, how can he deserve the big gift from everyone." Yun Jisang bowed back. "There is nothing to be ashamed of. What they respect is not you, but your loyalty to serve the country!" Wei Shengzeng, who was sitting on the main seat, was very happy, boasting on behalf of his disciples. "That's right. Lord Chongshan's reputation as a Confucian scholar, and now he has such a disciple who is famous both in civil and martial arts, and in time for his 60th birthday, what a double blessing!" Liang Xideng praised again, and at the same time The paper fan opened again with a swipe, and when it was shaken gently, all kinds of praises and praises were poured out, catchy but not nasty. Yun Jisang couldn't help feeling a little strange when he saw this person kept saying good things.However, the teacher is highly respected, but he also deserves his praise. However, Zhuo Anjie's face was serious, and she said in a low voice: "This person arrived two days ago, and he handed over the famous badge of Lord Chang of the Household Department of the capital. He is only an admirer of Duke Wei, and he came here on the occasion of his 60th birthday. I came to visit, and I also gave you a great gift." "What's wrong?" Yun Jisang asked in a low voice. Zhuo Anjie looked at him in surprise: "Can't you see that this man is a master of both internal and external cultivation, and his servants are by no means ordinary people. I have been in the world for so many years, but I have never Heard of this person, naturally suspicious." I really can't see it anymore... Yun Jisang felt bitter in his heart. In the final battle of Luliang, he was seriously injured, all five senses were damaged, all the skills of the six spirits and dark consciousness were lost, and the sensitivity of the five senses had become even worse. Ordinary people are worse.It's just that he couldn't let his respected senior sister know about this matter anyway.So he nodded and said no more. A tall and mighty old man with white hair stood up and said, "Mr. Liang is right! The only Confucian scholar today who can convince Mr. Wang is Brother Wei. The others are just rotten Confucians who have never changed their minds. The generation who can succeed Mr. Yangming's great rule is none other than Brother Wei." What he said was sincere, but he said "Brother Wei" in the quack tone, but it was weird.Zhuo Anjie smiled and introduced: "This is Mr. Wang Zhenwu Wang from Fucheng Zhenwu Escort Bureau. Your teacher's drinking buddy is indeed an interesting character." Wang Zhenwu?Yun Jisang smiled in his heart.He still remembered this old man who once went to drink with him in the teacher's wine cellar, he was indeed a straightforward old man.No wonder for so many years, the teacher has been able to form an inseparable friend with him who is a man in the rivers and lakes.It's just that, obviously, he came to pay birthday wishes, so why is he still carrying the famous nine-ring sword on his back? "Mr. Wang is right. When it comes to the teacher's moral writing, there is no second person in the world who can compare with him. The so-called Yuan Hongdao and Pan Zhiheng are nothing more than that. Fighting for glory?" The person who spoke was a young man with a slightly fat body, quite handsome, with a flushed face, a mustache, wearing parrot green bodyguards, a straight body covered with Ruilin silk, and a winter felt hat There is a pearl inlaid on it, which is unique and graceful. I don't know who this person is, how could there be such a person among the guests in the teacher's seat?Yun Jisang couldn't help but frowned slightly. "Guess who is he?" Zhuo Anjie gave him a playful look. Yun Jisang's heart moved, every time she teased herself when she was young, she had such eyes. "I've never seen this person before, how can I guess?" He shook his head and said. "Can't you remember? He was a role model in your heart back then! That time in the Zuiqiong Tower, you still praised him full of praise, and promised him to be the pillar of the country in the future!" "He's Zhu Changming!" Yun Jisang was taken aback. How did the handsome young talent who was full of talent and worried about the country and the people become like this? "Unexpectedly?" Zhuo Anjie sighed, "Back then he failed in many trials, so he simply became a businessman in a rage. Over the years, the business has flourished, but the person has become more powerful, and it is no longer the same as before. That spirited scholar is born." "Yes, people will change..." Yun Jisang murmured, feeling a sense of loss in his heart. "However, some things will not change." Zhuo Anjie said firmly.What appeared in front of my eyes was the bright smile of the childhood Yun Jisang after helping an injured bird to return to the sky. "Xifu, who is that person?" Ming Huan suddenly pointed to a person in the corner and asked. Yun Jisang looked up and saw a dark-skinned man with a pale face, a small mustache on his lips, wearing an aloe-colored Huluo shirt, wearing a nine-flower scarf on his head, his eyes were slightly closed, and he didn't pay attention to everything around him.He doesn't say a word, but reveals a mysterious attraction, no wonder Ming Huan pays attention to him. Yun Jisang didn't recognize this person, so he couldn't help looking at Zhuo Anjie. Zhuo Anjie shook her head: "I only know that this person is Tang Pan, who is your teacher's literary friend. I don't know the rest." "Is he also from the martial arts world?" Yun Jisang asked. "I don't know..." Zhuo Anjie looked at Tang Pan meaningfully, "If this person also has martial arts, he must be a peerless master." Yun Jisang's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but look at him a few more times. At this moment, Tang Pan opened his eyes, and when Yun Jisang met his gaze, his heart suddenly shrank: Why is this person's gaze so similar to the grimace's gaze on the copper bell? At this time, a middle-aged man dressed in a green cloth and with low eyebrows came in, bent over as soon as he entered the living room door, and said, "Master, the Yuren of the Zhengyi faction has arrived." His voice was low, but his enunciation was abnormal The clarity gives a strange feeling. "Oh, please!" Wei Shengzeng said pleasantly.The man gave another deep salute and went out. Yun Jisang frowned and said, "I remember the teacher didn't believe in it, why..." "That happened in the past..." Zhuo Anjie sighed softly, "Since his eldest son passed away, he has been obsessed with the theory of ghosts and gods, and he paid a lot of money to invite this female Taoist priest Yu Chenji. It is said that it has magical powers and can communicate with ghosts and gods." "Brother Jiru passed away?!" Yun Jisang was shocked.Wei Jiru, the eldest son of Wei Shengzeng, is honest and honest, and he has always been on good terms with him. The two have not seen each other for many years. Unexpectedly, they heard the sad news and couldn't help feeling sad. "I heard that he died of illness. Since then, for the past three years, your teacher has closed the door to thank guests until his birthday." Zhuo Anjie said flatly. While speaking, a female Taoist priest wearing a moon-white Taoist robe and holding a dust whisk came in gracefully, followed by a female Taoist boy.Yun Jisang glanced sideways, she was only twenty-five or six years old, with a beautiful face and a dignified look, and she walked gracefully in the cloud shoes on her feet, quite out of the world. Yu Chenji first made a speech to everyone present, and whispered softly: "Before the Taiyuan, the natural energy rushed to the void and far away, and you can't know how it is." The voice was clear and pleasant, which made people feel refreshed. "Yu Zhenren, long time no see. This old man's birthday, to be able to have a real person come to visit, is really a blessing, a blessing!" Wei Shengzeng said with a smile. "The Layman is too much." Yu Chenji said with a calm expression, lightly slapping the whisk on his arm, without any joy or worry.Yun Jisang's attention was all on that whisk, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became, but he couldn't remember where he saw it before. "Don't look at it, it's the famous weapon Qian Yi Fu of Guan Yucheng Daoist on Mount Emei, and this Yu Chen Ji doesn't look like someone to be taken lightly." Zhuo Anjie said via voice transmission. Yun Jisang nodded silently.On the teacher's 60th birthday, there were a lot of fish and dragons in the seat, plus the horrible corpse outside the town and the strange copper bell, everything made him feel uneasy. After a while, the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi came in again, bowed without raising his head and said: "Master, dinner is ready." "In that case, let's invite you all to have a meal here! Let's have a banquet!" Wei Shengzeng said. The man bent even deeper and stepped back. "This must be the housekeeper of your mansion, he is indeed calm and capable, and he is worthy of being a member of Lord Chongshan's mansion." Liang Xideng praised loudly. "You mean Shizhen, he is indeed a talent..." Wei Shengzeng nodded and said, "It's a pity that he is a bit withdrawn and doesn't want to talk to outsiders, otherwise the old man really intends to recommend him for public office. Have some practice." "Oh, I don't know this Shizhen's name?" Liang Xideng looked at the man again and asked. "Miangui, your surname is Yang." The man still replied in his characteristic low and clear voice.After speaking, he nodded slightly to everyone, and then backed out.From the beginning to the end, the head never looked up. Not long after, the food and wine were finished. The uneasiness in Yun Jisang's heart was a little heavier: Why are there so many strange characters in the teacher's house?I just hope that nothing will happen during my birthday.Suddenly remembering what Wang Yansi said to him, she said to Zhuo Anjie: "Senior sister, have you ever heard the word ghost winding bell?" Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past, crackling the doors and windows in the hall, the thick curtains were also blown high, and snowflakes rolled into the hall.At the same time, a bell rang outside the hall. The ringtone was sharp, stern, and desperate, like a lonely son, Wu Shan's dream was broken, and his heart was broken with pain. Ming Huan covered her ears in fright, and shrank into Yun Jisang's arms. In the ringtone—— Tang Pan suddenly opened his slightly closed eyes; Zhu Changming brewed the tea in the cup with a strange expression; Wang Zhenwu tapped the handle of the Jiuhuan Dao lightly; The folding fan in Liang Xideng's hand kept opening and closing; The whisk in Yuchenji's hand swayed slightly with the ringtone; The corners of Chen Qi's mouth raised slightly, like crying or laughing; The different expressions of the people at the banquet fell into Yun Jisang's eyes one by one... Fear, shrinking, surprise, calm, suspicion... The lights around the table were flickering, and the faces of all the people at the table were flickering. Eerie like a ghost land. In the uncertain light, a woman's figure flashed in front of Yun Jisang's eyes. Long black hair, bloody orifices, gray face, weird smile... Yun Jisang's breathing became rapid, and her left hand tightly grasped the table... "The night is quiet, the west window is snow cold, and when the red silk hangs, there is a ghost hanging the bell." Zhuo Anjie murmured these words in a low voice, then shook her head and said, "I have been in Ping'an Town for the past few days. Hearing these verses everywhere, it seems that everyone in the town knows the three words ghost winding bell, but no one is willing to mention it. There must be a reason for this. In addition, the guests at your teacher's table are strange these days There are a lot of them, and some of them are probably related to these three words. Junior brother, what's wrong with you?" She suddenly noticed Yun Jisang's strangeness, and asked in surprise. Yun Jisang closed his eyes, and said in a low voice: "It's nothing..." After calming down, he opened his eyes again, but the ghost was gone.Yun Jisang was agitated for a while, and his mind began to appear abnormal since he arrived in Ping'an Town.It's not that he hasn't felt this kind of weird atmosphere before, it was a weird, cruel and painful experience that he no longer wants to think about, that is the case of Qiba Villa's death in Xiangsha.Could it be that there will be another tragedy in the teacher's house?But at this time, my six-spirit dark consciousness has completely lost its power, otherwise it can prevent problems before they happen. Zhuo Anjie obviously knew what he was thinking, and comforted him, "Maybe I was thinking too much." Yun Jisang shook his head and picked up the chopsticks.His right arm was newly severed, and his left hand was not yet used to it. He tried to pick up a meatball several times without success, and finally managed to pick up the meatball, but accidentally dropped it on the table, looking quite embarrassed. Seeing it, Zhuo Anjie felt sad for a while, and wanted to serve him food, but knew that he would not accept it anyway due to his personality.What's more, with so many people in the hall, such an act of intimacy is really impossible.But Ming Huan carefully picked up the meatballs and brought them to Yun Jisang's mouth: "Xifu, come, eat!" Yun Jisang glanced at Zhuo Anjie in embarrassment, opened her mouth helplessly, and swallowed the balls that Ming Huan fed.Everyone present smiled when they saw this scene. Zhuo Anjie's heart was shocked, and she thought to herself: What's wrong with me?The avenue is true, only my heart.The way of swordsmanship I practiced was to learn from nature, and to do it rashly, so why do I care so much about other people's eyes now.How can the worldly foolishness compare to the sincerity of a child?Thinking of this, he smiled, took a piece of chicken, and put it gently in the Yunjisang bowl. Yun Jisang looked at her in amazement, but saw that the beautiful senior sister Yurong was quiet, as if she had done an insignificant thing, poured herself another glass of wine, stared at the wine in the glass and said: "The pear blossom banquet guests, The first-grade immortal in the lotus. Don't lose a thousand bottles of wine, and love the old and young." After saying that, he drank it all. Yun Jisang looked at Yudi's slightly reddish senior sister, but her expression was free and easy, and she felt a rare warmth in her heart.At this moment, he seemed to have returned to many years ago. He was still the innocent young man who admired Zhuo Anjie infinitely, and was always cared for and ridiculed by his senior sister... Along the winding bluestone path, Yun Jisang walked carefully with the help of the half-drunk teacher. The cold north wind whistled past, rolling up pieces of snowflakes, and the shadows of the branches on the ground swayed strangely, as if countless slender black ankles were dancing in the snow. A layer of ice formed on the bluestone road, Yun Jisang instinctively tightened his collar and slowed down his pace. wait, what is that?Yun Jisang stopped suddenly. Under the dim moonlight, a low black shadow was walking among the flowers in the courtyard. "Who?" Yun Jisang asked in a deep voice.The black shadow did not answer, still moving slowly. Yun Jisang watched the shadow move towards him little by little without moving, feeling a little nervous in his heart.Now that his internal injuries have not healed, most of his martial arts has been lost, and it is a problem to protect himself when he is in danger, let alone protect Wei Shengzeng, who is old and frail and has no martial arts. In the blink of an eye, the black shadow had slowly reached ten feet in front of him. Yun Jisang concentrated his energy, gathered his energy, and then exhaled and raised his voice: "Ho!" This is his master's unique technique "thunder between teeth", which has the same effect as the Buddhist lion's roar.Even first-class masters will feel dizzy and distracted if they encounter this magical skill without practicing ear protection.Although Yun Jisang's skills are not strong enough to defeat the enemy at this time, firstly, he can use this to test the opponent's skill level, and secondly, Zhuo Anjie is not far away, if he hears about it, he will definitely come. His thoughts turned extremely fast, and his thoughts were not insignificant, but the black shadow seemed to have no reaction to his "thunder between the teeth", and it was still moving slowly towards him. how come?Could it be that this person is a top expert?Yun Jisang was secretly puzzled.He didn't pay attention to the theory of ghosts and gods.Influenced by his master Gong Shenheng, he did not believe in ghosts and gods since he was a child. The dark clouds dissipated and the moonlight gradually became clear.The shadow in front of him also revealed his true face. It was a horrible and ugly face, with loose hair reaching knee length, sallow complexion, expressionless face, one eye was blind, the other one protruded strangely from the face, and the slanted mouth was pursed into a slit. Long slits.That sense of horror went straight into the deepest part of Yun Jisang's body in an instant, even though he had experienced many battles, his heart trembled. The weirdo walked up to him and slowly stretched out his hands to him.Under the moonlight, those hands were strangely white.Yun Jisang supported Wei Shengzeng and took a step back, looking at the strange man warily.The man was motionless, standing there like a sculpture. "Who are you? What do you want to do here late at night?" Yun Jisang asked in a deep voice. The man froze there and didn't answer. “我再问你一次，你是何人？”云寄桑的左手轻轻一抖，一滴“罗刹泪”已经滑入掌心。这是他的恩师公申衡特意赐给他防身的师门至宝，乃深海寒玉所制，其质透明，小巧宛如红豆，在他内力的催发下足可洞金穿石，且无影无形，最是凌厉不过。 见那人仍不出声，云寄桑的中指弯曲，拇指将那滴罗刹泪轻轻扣住。只待这怪人再上前一步，便发出御敌。就在此刻，一个幽冷的声音在他身后不远处响起：“那是我的表弟……” 云寄桑猛地回身，不远处的月光下，一个细长身段的妇人提着灯笼站在那里。她穿着月白衫子，表情淡漠，仿佛刚才说话的并非是她。 “你，你是徐嫂吧……”云寄桑犹豫道。 “真难为云少爷还记得我，是夫人让我来给您领路的。夜深了，园子又大，没个灯火，夫人怕您一时找不到老爷的屋子。”妇人说着，悄无声息地走到他的身边。 云寄桑凝神望去，只见记忆中窈窕多姿的少妇如今已经四十出头的年纪，脸色苍白，眼角眉梢是淡淡的皱纹，神色郁郁，容颜憔悴。 那怪人见了徐嫂，口中嗬嗬有声，比划起来。“别胡说，这位云少爷是老爷的得意弟子，你以后要恭恭敬敬的，晓得么？”徐嫂打着手势叮咛道，注视着那怪人的目光无半分恐惧厌恶，却充满脉脉温情。 那怪人点了点头，瞥了云寄桑一眼，又蹒跚地去了。 “云少爷，请随我来吧。”说着，徐嫂挑着灯笼走在了前面。 云寄桑扶着魏省曾一边走着，一边和徐嫂聊起来：“徐嫂，师母何时嫁入府中的？我怎么一点消息都没得到。” “这可怨不得老爷，当年云少爷刚离开不到一年，大少爷就病倒了。老爷从那时起就再也没露过笑脸，直到遇到了夫人才好些。他们三年前才成亲，那时少爷正在高丽，老爷还一直和夫人叨念您呢。”徐嫂解释道。云寄桑点了点头：“原来如此，不知师母是哪家闺秀？” 徐嫂犹豫了一下道：“这些事不是咱们下人应该说的，等会儿见了夫人，您自己问吧。到了……” 云寄桑抬头望去，却是极清雅的一间主房，原来说话间已经到了魏省曾的居所——铿然居。这间他极为熟悉的房舍没有什么太大的变化，唯一的改变却让他心中一悸……一只小小的铜铃悬挂在屋檐下。 这遍布小镇的铜铃究竟意味着什么，竟然连老师的住所也是如此，鬼缠铃……这个诡异名称的背后到底有着怎样的秘密？ “叮——”铜铃的声音打断了云寄桑的思绪。原来却是门开了，带着那铜铃轻轻摆动。门越开越大，一团橘黄色的灯光扩散开来，在冬夜中分外地柔和温暖。人影微动，一个素衣女子从光晕中迎出来。 “夫人，老爷喝醉了。是这位云少爷搀他回来的。”徐嫂淡淡地道。 “老爷怎么又多饮了？可无碍么？”女子忙上仔细看了看魏省曾，抬头又道，“你便是幼清吧？老爷常提起你的，夸你是他最得意的弟子呢！”声音淡雅婉转，仿若清谷鹂音。 灯光昏暗，云寄桑看不清这位师娘的面目，只能微微躬身行了个礼：“云寄桑见过师娘。” “不必多礼，快进来吧，外面风大，小心着凉。徐嫂，去把我给老爷煨着的醒酒汤端来。路上雪滑，小心别洒了。”那女子柔声吩咐道。 徐嫂应了一声，转身去了。云寄桑扶着魏省曾进了屋子，将他搀到床上安置好，这才转身重新见礼。 才一抬头，便觉眼前一亮，恍若少年时清梦方醒，推窗望去，却是千云堆雪，梨花开过的一片月下情怀。又如同云雾朦朦中河下浣纱时，在水一方那缥缈婉转的歌声。好一个清雅的女子！ 却见她走上前，从云寄桑手中将魏省曾搀了过去，小心翼翼地将他扶在一张红木太师椅上坐好，一边用蘸了热水的手帕为魏省曾擦脸，一边轻声埋怨道：“老爷怎地又喝醉了？郎中不是说过了么，您身子初愈，这酒还是少饮为好。” “……是清芳吗？幼清，来见过你的师娘。她呀，可是为师我上辈子积……积了天大的福分，才……才能娶到的好女子啊……钱塘小谢，兰姿清绝……小谢……清芳，为夫寿诞之时，可……可要再为我舞上一曲啊……”魏省曾醉态盎然地喃喃道。 “好啦，少说几句，别让幼清笑话你这师父。幼清，坐吧。”谢清芳向云寄桑嫣然一笑。云寄桑却不敢多留，又深深一鞠道：“有师娘照顾老师，我就放心了，寄桑这便告辞了。” 谢清芳微微颔首：“也好，幼清也早些休息去吧。我叫下人送送你。” 云寄桑忙推辞道：“不用了，这宅子我熟得很，师娘您留步。” 明欢的房中一片静谧，明欢蜷着小小的身子正香甜地睡着。迷迷糊糊地，她似乎听到了什么声音，便吧嗒了几下小嘴儿，睁开了睡意蒙眬的双眼，轻声问道：“喜福？” 没有人回答，只有北风隐约的呼啸声。 明欢抬头看了看，明窗上被月光照得雪白一片，只有几枝疏影在风中轻轻摇摆着，像妖物在向她召唤，不断引诱她进入一个恐怖世界。 女孩儿的小手抓紧了被子，紧张地盯着那摇摆的影子。 好一会儿，明欢终于确定了那不是什么鬼怪，放心地揉揉眼，打个哈欠，闭上眼正想再睡，却似乎感应到了什么，突然瞪圆了双眼。 雪白的明窗上，悚然出现了一个披头散发的高大黑影。 巨大的恐惧瞬间便摄取了明欢那幼小的心脏，她屏住呼吸，将头一点点地缩到被子中，惊惧地望着窗前的黑影。 “喜……福……”明欢的小嘴嚅动着，拼命地叫着那个亲切的称呼，可口中发出的声音却小得连自己都听不清。 一点点地，黑影呆滞地举起了右手，月光下，明欢隐约地分辨黑影的手中提着的事物——一个小小的铃铛。 随着那小小的铃铛越升越高，无边恐怖也在明欢心中不断堆积着。 “叮呤——” 随着黑影摇动手中的铃铛，无声的恐怖似乎在铃铛摇响瞬间在明欢心头爆发开来，她再顾不得许多，闭上眼睛，张开嘴，拼命尖叫。 稚嫩的尖叫声在寒夜中刺耳地回荡着。