Chapter 4 Chapter 3 Ghost Bell

Because Yun Jisang drank a few more glasses, she fell into a deep sleep. Although she heard Ming Huan's scream, she didn't wake up immediately, but opened her eyes in a daze.It wasn't until Ming Huan screamed for the second time that he realized that something had happened. He quickly got up, pushed the window and jumped out.The person was in mid-air, and when he raised his true energy, there was a sharp pain in the lung meridian of the Taiyin of the hand, his body staggered, and he almost fell down.He hurriedly leaned on the ground with one arm, stabilizing his figure, feeling bitter in his heart, he never imagined that now he couldn't even perform the most common lightness kung fu.Before he had time to think about it, he quickly rushed to Ming Huan's room.

As soon as he entered the room, Yun Jisang saw Ming Huan's small body huddled against the head of the bed, trembling uncontrollably.He rushed forward and hugged Ming Huan in his arms, and comforted him softly: "Okay, okay, Master is here, Ming Huan is not afraid... Be good..." Ming Huan raised his teary little face, saw the most amiable and lovely face in the world, said softly: "Xifu..." Then with a "wow", she threw herself into his arms. Yun Jisang patted Ming Huan on the back, and said softly: "Ming Huan is not afraid, what happened, tell Master, huh?"

"Xifu... the window... There are ghosts hidden outside the window... the demon bell... Huan... Huan'er scares people..." Ming Huan cried for a long time before sobbing. Yun Jisang stretched out his hand to open the window, and a biting cold wind rushed towards his face. Under the night, he saw a winding bluestone path, but he didn't know where it was leading, but there was no one there, but the faint sound of bells in the bleak north wind. .He hugged Ming Huan and flew out of the window, following the ringing of the bell. The moonlight was clear, and the north wind was blowing the snow and mist quickly. Under the moonlight, a curtain was spread all over the sky, covering all the houses in Wei's mansion with a strange silver color, just like a supernatural dream.Strands of residual snow under the eaves and on the treetops were blown up by the strong wind from time to time, forming silver dust strands, as if countless spirits were swimming in it.

"Ding——!" Yun Jisang suddenly heard a shrill bell ringing in his ears. He looked up and saw a copper bell with a gloomy grimace hanging high on the eaves of a gazebo in front of him. At this moment, the copper bell was blowing in the north wind. It kept swaying in the middle of the bell, and the grimace seemed to gain life in the ringtone, raised his eyes, and showed him a strange smile.Immediately afterwards, the same bell rang not far away, and it seemed that another evil ghost was echoing in a trance. As the north wind got stronger, a series of bells rang indirectly in the house. For a moment, it seemed that the whole Wei Mansion became a world of ghost bells.They were noisy without any scruples, showing ferocious smiles in the bleak north wind.It turns out that there are so many ghost bells hanging in Wei's mansion, and even in the whole Ping'an Town?What is the reason for this?

Who was the ghost in front of Ming Huan's window just now?Yun Jisang was running fast, stopping from time to time, trying to listen to the suspicious voices in the night, but unfortunately all the voices had been covered by the noisy bells at this time, what he did was in vain. Ming Huan hugged Yun Jisang tightly. Although she was in an even more strange and unpredictable environment at the moment, she felt much more at ease in this familiar embrace. Suddenly, Yun Jisang stopped in his tracks and raised his head. In the darkness, a ghostly figure, like a low-flying swallow, was swooping down from high to low, then swiftly passed the ground, floated up, and turned around. In an instant, it landed on the eaves of a wing.Yun Jisang couldn't help but be astonished by his fast speed and difficult posture.He himself has always prided himself on his lightness skills, but if he were to do such a difficult swallow copying water at a low altitude, he might not be able to do it.On this snowy night, with Ming Huan in his arms, he couldn't catch up with Ming Huan in this most suitable environment.

Just when Yun Jisang was hesitating whether to catch up or not, the sound of his clothes breaking through the air sounded again in his ears, and when he looked up, an elegant and elegant figure was flying across the vast starry sky, as if he had melted from the moonlight. That mighty, heroic, talented Gushe Daoist. "Senior sister?" Yun Jisang blurted out. Zhuo Anjie's ethereal figure seemed to be riding the north wind soaring upwards. After a graceful pause in the air, the sword light flashed and shot towards the black shadow on the eaves in the air.The black shadow moved slightly, flowing down the pillars of the house as if it had melted.Zhuo Anjie was in the air, with her sword pointed obliquely, and swiped three swords in a row.

The black figure sandwiched his legs between the pillars of the house, circling around, and deftly circled behind the pillars, letting the three sword lights leave three clear sword marks on the pillars. At this moment, Zhuo Anjie's body had already floated down, pointing her toes, and sprinted towards the black shadow again. The black figure suddenly jumped away from the pillar and shrank upwards. With a slight crackling sound, the whole person seemed to become a dwarf in an instant, shrunk into the narrow shadow under the eaves, and disappeared. "Bone shrinking skill?" Zhuo Anjie obviously didn't expect that the other party would use such an unorthodox kung fu, the Bieyue sword in her hand suddenly lost its target, and the sword flower was slightly shaken, put into the sheath, and she followed suit He stopped and stared intently at the direction where the shadow disappeared.

"Senior Sister? You are..." Yun Jisang said strangely, he never expected that Zhuo Anjie would also run out in the dead of night, did she also encounter some accident? Zhuo Anjie didn't answer, she just turned her head and looked at him with a smile.Yun Jisang and her have known each other since childhood, but they don't know what's going on?I had to answer honestly first. "Ming Huan found a dark figure ringing a bell in front of her window in the middle of the night. I followed the sound, but..." He looked at the copper bells hanging around him with a wry smile, and shook his head.

"I heard the sound of night walkers stepping on the snow in my room, so I chased it out. In the end, I chased and chased, but only got a back." Zhuo Anjie laughed at herself, that familiar voice was just like its Like the master, there is always a lazy and chic meaning. "With this person's lightness skills, he is definitely not an unknown person in the Jianghu." Yun Jisang said thoughtfully. "Extremely high." Zhuo Anjie affirmed, and then comforted Ming Huan, "Don't be afraid, Ming Huan, if there are bad guys coming again, Shigu will help you spank their ass." Aunt is not here." Ming Huan looked at Zhuo Anjie pitifully and said.

Zhuo Anjie took Ming Huan from Yun Jisang's arms with a smile, and kissed her little cheek: "Then sister and Ming Huan sleep together, okay?" "Okay! Okay!" Ming Huan Clapping her little hands and shouting happily, then she looked at Yun Jisang beggingly: "Xifu..." Yun Jisang hesitated slightly, nodded and said: "Then I will trouble you, Senior Sister." Thinking of the atmosphere in the Wei Mansion, such a strange thing happened on the first night, but I have internal injuries that have not healed, and most of my skills have been lost. Taking good care of Ming Huan, letting her live with her senior sister will ensure that nothing will happen.

"Then let's go." Zhuo Anjie was seen walking towards the direction where Ming Huan lived. "Where is Senior Sister going?" Yun Jisang asked stupidly. Zhuo Anjie gave him a blank look: "Naturally, I'm going to sleep at Ming Huan's place. Isn't it?" As she spoke, she pressed her nose against Ming Huan's small face. Yun Jisang was taken aback for a moment, thinking about it, the so-called Ming Huan and Zhuo Anjie slept together, naturally Ming Huan was asked to sleep in Zhuo Anjie's room.But it never occurred to her that her senior sister would do the opposite and want to sleep in Ming Huan's room.It must be known that although he and Ming Huan do not live together, they are only separated by a wall. If this falls into the eyes of everyone, there will be many troubles. "This... Is this inappropriate?" Yun Jisang said with some embarrassment. "What's wrong?" Zhuo Anjie asked with a sideways smile. Of course Yun Jisang didn't dare to use the excuse of male and female defense to persuade this senior sister, otherwise she would laugh to death.Since he couldn't find an excuse, Yun Jisang had no choice but to accept Zhuo Anjie's "good intentions" with a wry smile, and he couldn't resist the faint sweetness deep in his heart. Watching Zhuo Anjie and Ming Huan go back to their room to rest, Yun Jisang lost all sleepiness and walked silently on the bluestone path outside.The bright moonlight shone on his young and clear face, showing a kind of pure worry.A gust of night wind blew in, and he couldn't help coughing again. There is still no sign of healing from this internal injury... Although he has lost the dark consciousness of the six spirits, the ominous premonition in his heart still makes him uncomfortable.These weird guests and the ubiquitous ghost bells seem to indicate that some tragedy is about to happen in the vast snow covering the world. With such a physically and mentally wounded self, how should he deal with this impending storm? Suddenly, he seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly raised his head, and there was that ghostly woman again, standing silently in a remote corner, looking at him. "Don't pester me..." Yun Jisang whispered. The woman's figure suddenly disappeared, but appeared on the high wall on one side in an instant, and continued to look at him with that cursed smile. "Don't pester me." Yun Jisang closed his eyes and raised his voice. There is no sound around... Yun Jisang let out a long breath, and opened his eyes again——the woman's face was an inch in front of him, and blood continued to flow out of her deep eyes, and there was a satisfied smile in her dull eyes... "Don't pester me!" Yun Jisang finally lost control and shouted. "Who?" In the darkness, a slightly nervous voice suddenly asked, and the image of the woman distorted and gradually disappeared. "Qingzhou Yunjisang." Yunjisang replied with a sigh of relief. "It's Youqing..." The man breathed a sigh of relief, "Why haven't you rested up so late?" Yun Jisang looked back wearily, and saw a slightly fat figure with his hands behind his hands under the moonlight. Under the moonlight, that fat face looked a little pale. My classmate back then - Zhu Changming. "Brother Changming? You are..." "It's nothing, just like you, I couldn't sleep, so I went out for a walk." After speaking, Zhu Changming came over and took his left arm. "As expected of you, Youqing. I haven't seen you for many years, but I'm already a pillar of the country. I'm not like me. I can't study well. In my desperation, I can only be a small businessman, seeking a fortune, and spending my whole life together." "Everyone has their own ambitions, and merchants may not be unable to benefit one side." Yun Jisang comforted. "Youqing was joking. This businessman neither asks for fame nor speaks out of righteousness. He toils all day long, seeking nothing but the word 'profit' all over his body. I, a businessman, prefer to linger. Flowers, another word for 'color'. How can it benefit one side?" "Oh? I remember that brother Changming admired Weisheng the most in his life, why did he imitate Liu Sanbian again?" Yun Jisang asked in surprise. Zhu Changming's eyes darkened slightly, and then he burst out laughing like a cover-up: "Young and frivolous, what do you know, besides, it's better to be close to the red and green than to pretend to be neither human nor ghost, and follow the female form?" "Brother Chang Ming, do you mean Chen Zitong?" Yun Jisang's enchanting and gorgeous image appeared in front of Yun Jisang's eyes. "It's not that dear brother. My sister likes to wear a man's crown to perish the country, and He Yan submits to a group of women and dies. Yin and Yang are reversed, a sign of disaster." Zhu Changming shook his head. Yun Jisang smiled disapprovingly, but did not answer.He doesn't have any prejudice against those who serve demons. Back then, Tang Yin used to play chess with eminent monks in women's clothes. Changzhou Zhang Xianyi once wore a scarf on his head and wore a chrysanthemum and lotus dress to show off in the market. In comparison, Chen Qi No wonder attire. "Back then, this Chen Zitong was the most reticent among us. He was dressed in green all day for ten years, and was passed on as a joke by us. Who would have thought that today he seems to be a different person. In a few days it will be It's the teacher's birthday, and this is the first time the teacher has opened the door to welcome guests in three years. Doesn't he make the guests laugh at him with his attire. Chen Zitong has always been confused in his work, and back then he..." As he spoke, he suddenly stopped talking, with a lonely expression. "Brother Zhu?" Yun Jisang asked in surprise. "Ah, it's nothing, it's getting late, you and I should go back to rest earlier, maybe the teacher will test our old homework tomorrow, I don't want to drink white water!" As he said, he cupped his hands, turned and drifted away. Back then when they studied under Wei Shengzeng, they had to drink tea with the teacher every day and at the same time quiz each other on yesterday's homework.If you answer well, you can drink a cup of fragrant tea. If you answer badly, you can only drink re-brewed tea. If you can't answer well, you can only drink plain water.Zhu Changming is a master of both poetry and prose, and he is the one who drinks fragrant tea the most times among the many students in Wei Province. Yun Jisang watched his back gradually go away for a long time before he sighed softly. late at night. Xie Qingfang fell into a deep sleep, her tranquil figure undulating slightly with her breathing, like graceful waves. red line.bell.The wind is blowing.The bell is ringing. Pale mist slowly poured in from the cracks in the lintel of the window sills, filled the air, and the latch fell gently.The heavy wooden door slowly opened to both sides.In the mist, a shambling figure flickered, approaching the room step by step.With every step, there are bells ringing softly. Tall figure.Long gray hair hanging down.One hand was slowly raised.The long nails stretched towards Xie Qingfang who was lying on the bed. In her deep sleep, she suddenly opened her eyes and breathed heavily.The room was silent, nothing happened.She turned around and looked, Wei Shengzeng was beside her, sleeping soundly.She felt relieved and let out a long sigh of relief.After thinking about it, I still got up and came to the door, inspecting it carefully. The latch is intact.She held up a red silk thread under the latch, at the end of which was tied a small brass bell.With a complicated expression, she slowly put down the copper bell, sighed, and went back to bed to rest. outside the door.under the tree.A pair of black boots receded into the shadows. "Xifu, Huan'er was so scared yesterday, Xifu has not yet hugged Huan'er..." Early in the morning, Ming Huan rushed into Yunji's mulberry room, hugged him and acted coquettishly. Zhuo Anjie stood at the door, looking at Yun Jisang who was in a hurry with a half-smile. When Ming Huan's family was slaughtered by the Japanese army, Yun Jisang hugged Ming Huan who was crying and couldn't stop comforting him all night. That night, Ming Huan felt that Master's embrace was the warmest and safest place in the world.So whenever she is free, she likes to drown in Yunjisang's arms.Yun Jisang took pity on her background, and seeing that she was a child, he didn't care.But at the moment when Ming Huan made such a fuss in front of Zhuo Anjie, he still couldn't let it go, and hurriedly said: "Okay, Ming Huan, stop making trouble, you are no longer a child, don't let my aunt see the joke .” Ming Huan raised her face, and asked puzzledly: "Xifu, a few days ago you said that Huan was a child, why not?" Zhuo Anjie looked at Yun Jisang's embarrassing look, and couldn't help but Live in the past and hug Ming Huan with a smile: "Yes, our Ming Huan is already a big girl!" Ming Huan rolled his eyes, looked at Yun Jisang, suddenly understood, and said in disbelief, "Huan'er won't come, Xi Gu is bullying the Yin family." "Xigu loves Ming Huanwei the most, why would she bully Ming Huan?" Zhuo Anjie continued to imitate Ming Huan's tone and joked. "Xi Gu—" Ming Huan pouted her small mouth, and her small body couldn't stop twisting. "Okay, senior sister, it's time for us to pay our respects to the teacher." Yun Jisang hurriedly rescued Ming Huan. "Hey, you can't bear to bully him just once?" Zhuo Anjie squinted at him. "Where, it is Ming Huan's good luck to be taught by senior sister." Yun Jisang said against his will, and at the same time wondered why senior sister's habit of bullying children hasn't changed after so many years of seeing each other?Thinking of the hardships he suffered when he was "taught" by his senior sister, he couldn't help worrying about Ming Huan's future. The sky was gloomy, and the three of them talked and laughed as they walked towards Kengranju amidst the light snow. No one mentioned what happened last night. From a distance, Yun Jisang smelled the fragrance of medicine.When he reached the door of Kengranju, he saw Xie Qingfang bending over to add fire to the stove.The soft waist arched into an elegant arc, like a water lotus stem broken by the night wind.Seeing them coming, the beautiful woman raised her head and showed a slightly haggard smile: "Youqing, Zhuo Xiaxia, you are here. The master hasn't gotten up yet, so sit down first. This is Ming Huan? She really is a lovely girl." Child..." She looked at Ming Huan lovingly. Ming Huan hid behind his master, stretched out his head, and looked curiously at this strange beautiful woman. "Is the teacher okay?" Yun Jisang asked worriedly. Xie Qingfang looked at the inner room and said with pity: "Old problem, I drank a few more cups last night before it flared up again. Fortunately, the prescription is ready-made, so it doesn't matter if you take a few doses of medicine. You don't have to worry about it. Alas, everything He is an elderly person, and he doesn't pay attention to his body..." Only then did Yun Jisang feel relieved. "Is Lord Chongshan here?" A deep and deep voice sounded at the gate. Yun Jisang and the others turned their heads to look, and saw a tall man standing there in the snow, stroking his long beard with his hand, his demeanor was as firm as a mountain, it was the unfathomable Tang Pan that Zhuo Anjie was talking about. . "It's Mr. Tang..." There was a trace of surprise in Xie Qingfang's voice, "Come in, please, I won't get up yet because I made another mistake yesterday." "In that case, I will take my leave first." Tang Pan said , then turned around, and suddenly stopped in his tracks, "This time there are mixed guests here to celebrate Duke Chongshan's birthday, you must know that misfortune comes from your mouth, everyone should be careful." After finishing speaking, he left.Seeing his back as he floated away, Xie Qingfang looked at Yun Jisang suspiciously, obviously not understanding what this person meant. "Has this Mr. Tang known the teacher for a long time?" Yun Jisang asked. Xie Qingfang thought for a while and said: "It seems so, but the master mostly communicated with him by letter, and it was the first time I saw him in person. On the day he came, he talked with the master for a long time in the study. I don't know what they talked about. After that, Master’s worries became much heavier.” "This Mr. Tang is a caring person..." Zhuo Anjie said meaningfully. "He said that misfortune came out of his mouth, obviously he meant something..." Yun Jisang frowned, "But he is right, the teacher has always had a lot of friends, there must be a lot of guests coming to celebrate his birthday this time, we must Just be careful." "What are you careful about? Youqing has always been very courageous." Following the old voice, Wei Shengzeng appeared at the door of the back room. His steps were faltering, and his spirit was a little listless, obviously he hadn't recovered from the hangover. , but seeing the three of Yun Jisang, there was still a hint of joy on their faces. "Teacher..." Yun Jisang bowed deeply to the ground. "Okay, let's all sit down. Ma'am, why are you making medicine again? Those medicines are very unpalatable, I think it's still..." Wei Shengzeng looked at the medicine pot on the stove with a bitter face. "This is impossible. The doctor told my concubine that once the master's illness occurs, this medicine is indispensable every day. Come, drink it while it's hot." Xie Qingfang brought a bowl of medicine to Wei Shengzeng . Not long after, Chen Qi and Zhu Changming arrived successively. Chen Qi was wearing a bright red ramie garment today, covered with dark blue peacock fur, with a purple gold jade pendant around his waist, and a snow cap on his head, with a fairy pot and Shujing image embroidered with silver silk on the cap. dark lines.The whole person looks colorful and eye-catching.Contrary to his attire, Chen Qi himself was quite dull, after saluting Wei Shengzeng, he only nodded slightly to Yun Jisang, and then sat down quietly without saying a word. Zhu Changming, on the other hand, changed his appearance of a nouveau riche yesterday, and specially wore a green skirt, and respectfully greeted Wei Shengzeng.Seeing the medicine made by Xie Qingfang, his eyes lit up, and he bowed and said: "Mrs. is also a good cooker of medicines, so it couldn't be better. The students are not feeling well these few days. I don't know when the teachers will have time to cook a medicine for the students." How are you?" Xie Qingfang hesitated, and looked at Wei Shengzeng.Wei Shengzeng nodded: "Just make a pair for Changming. This kid used to like to drink tea in my study, why is he even drinking medicine now?" Everyone laughed when they heard this. Wei Sheng once looked at the two of them, and sighed: "Zi Tong, Chang Ming, alas, both of you are my students, in terms of talent, Chang Ming can be regarded as the most outstanding of my many students, but A pillar of talent. Although Zitong is not outstanding, he is simple in nature. He is the most suitable official. It is a pity that the law of heaven is unfair and the court is corrupt. No background, otherwise you wouldn't be so wronged..." Zhu Changming shook his head and said, "Teacher, what are you talking about? The imperial court has been corrupt for a long time. What does it have to do with you, Teacher?" Xun Ziyun: Human nature today is born with benefits. By the way, so fight for life and resign to death; Born with disease and evil, according to the law, so the crippled thief is born, loyal and trustworthy dies; born with the desire for eyes and ears, good sensuality, obeyed, so promiscuity is born, and propriety, righteousness and culture die. From the perspective of disciples, these few The words couldn’t be more correct. Those who are proud of their success in the court today are all people who love profit, but a capable minister like you, teacher, will either be relegated or live in the mountains. From this point of view, Zitong and I can’t help Guan, it really came from the teaching of the teacher. Zitong, what do you think?" He asked Chen Qidao with a smile. There was no trace of expression on Chen Qi's face, and it took a long time before he said dumbly: "Stay still, not in the middle of the hair. The hair is in the middle, and the appearance is grand. Things come to conform, and feelings come through." "Good! Good! Sure enough, he is my disciple of Wei Shengzeng!" Wei Shengzeng clapped his hands and laughed loudly, and then said to Zhu Changming, "Changming, this time you can be compared with Zitong! I can't think of seeing you in a few years, Zitong My knowledge has improved a lot, so I can understand it with a good sense!" Yun Jisang and Zhuo Anjie looked at each other and smiled, both deeply concerned. A few people were chatting and laughing at Yan Yan, and a long laughter sounded outside: "Early in the morning, Lord Chongshan has been educating people!" It was the housekeeper Yang Shizhen who led several guests.Wang Zhenwu, who was in the lead, was dressed in fiery red bijia, with a pair of cowhide boots on his feet, with a bald head and no hat. Under his ribs was the nine-ringed sword that made him famous for a long time.With every step, the golden ring on the knife jingled, faintly emitting a strange rhythm. Walking side by side with him was Liang Xideng, a businessman who always had a smile on his face, wearing a luxurious otter fur with a vulgar blue placket underneath, Beijing boots on his feet, and a fan in his hand for no apparent reason.But for some reason, the whole body is full of uncoordinated feeling. Behind is Yu Chenji, a female Taoist priest walking briskly.She was wearing a plain white Taoist robe today, with cloud shoes on her feet, and a dust whisk in her hand. Her figure was light and graceful, as if a white cloud was drifting leisurely by. Seeing the three of them coming, Wei Sheng suddenly smiled and said, "Yesterday, I promised to invite a real person to show us the tea ceremony, but the old man almost forgot. Shizhen, hurry up and make arrangements." Yang Shizhen nodded and stepped back. After a while, several maids came in with various tea sets and placed them on the ground.The unsmiling Mrs. Xu quietly placed the white belly Yongle kiln teacups in front of everyone's table. Yuchenji knelt on the futon, picked a few pieces of red bayberry charcoal from the Wufu (bamboo basket) with a torch, lit the stove, held an ancient stone tripod on it, and used the boiled water while boiling water (that is, bamboo broom) Washing pot. On the one hand, Liang Xideng began to chat with Yun Jisang: "Brother Yun Xian is young, but he has made such great achievements this time, the court must be rewarded, right?" I haven't thought about taking the imperial salary, so I don't know if there is any reward for this." Liang Xideng looked aggrieved: "Then how can it be done? If such a great service is not rewarded, wouldn't the hearts of thousands of soldiers be chilled? This court has gone too far." Yun Jisang frowned slightly: "Brother Liang, the teacher's birthday is coming soon, it's better for us not to talk about national affairs." Liang Xideng was taken aback for a moment, and said awkwardly: "Yes, yes, don't talk about the country, don't talk about the country." Then he turned around and looked at Yu Chenji's tea ceremony with a serious face. After washing a spring offering pot several times, the beautiful female Taoist priest got up to look at the color of the water, then gently rolled up her sleeves, and held the Jianghong (copper fire tendon) cluster fire.Seeing that the fire was still a little small, I picked up Tuanfeng (bamboo fan) and started to light it slowly.Although the movement is not big, between each fan, the fire will rise up, turning into a brilliant golden red.After a while, fish-eye bubbles gradually appeared in the water.When Yu Chenji met, he slowly weighed some tea leaves with Zhiquan (tea scale), poured them into the spring pot, and then scooped water from the ancient stone tripod with Luchen (tea washing) to wash the tea. Fluttering, a stream of crystal water swayed up and down, as agile as a god. Seeing her moving like flowing water, her manners are elegant, her expression dignified, obviously she has deeply grasped the essence of the tea ceremony, they all secretly praised her, no one made a sound. Yun Jisang just smiled and didn't care.His teacher, Gong Shenheng, is a master of tea ceremony in the contemporary era. Although Yu Chenji's tea ceremony is top-notch, in his eyes, it is just passable.At this moment, his mind was not on the tea ceremony, he just turned his head and secretly observed everyone's expressions from the corner of his eyes. Wei Shengzeng was smiling, his head lightly nodded, obviously admiring Yuchenji's tea art very much; Xie Qingfang pursed the corners of his mouth shallowly, looking at her husband, not paying attention to what Yuchenji was doing; Liang Xideng shook his head, seemingly Intoxicated, but completely out of tune with Yu Chenji's movements, obviously pretending to understand; Wang Zhenwu, on the other hand, stroked his long beard, stared intently, watching very seriously, a bit beyond Yun Jisang's expectations, he always thought that this old escort The head is a rough martial arts hero, unexpectedly he also has such an elegant and delicate side. As for Zhu Changming and Chen Qi, the former has a deep complexion and slightly dull eyes, obviously not thinking about the tea ceremony, while Chen Qi is looking at the beautiful female Taoist priest obsessively, it seems that the beauty in front of him is more in his heart than fragrant tea Much more important.Inadvertently, Yun Jisang glanced at Yang Shizhen who was on the side, but saw that the housekeeper's eyes were lowered, his eyes were fixed, and he seemed to be indifferent to everything around him, so he couldn't help frowning. At this time, Ming Huan tugged at the front of his shirt and asked in a low voice: "Xifu, what is this sister doing?" Yun Jisang patted her small head with his hand to signal her to keep silent, and at the same time, she stopped observing the crowd and concentrated on enjoying the tea ceremony performance of the female Taoist priest. Not long after, tea was ordered.The maids sent Chuxiang (porcelain tile Ou, used for tea tasting) to each person's case. Wei Shengzeng picked it up, held it to his nose, sniffed it, and praised: "Good tea!" After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp, then nodded his head and remained silent. After a long time, he sighed slowly, and sighed: "Three minutes heartbroken!" Meaning, a little soul-cleaning fragrance. The green tea tastes bitter, besides tears in my heart." Then his face became dark and he remained silent. Yun Jisang knew that the teacher remembered his own experience from the bitterness in the tea, so he said to Zhu Changming: "Brother Changming, your poetry is the most outstanding among your classmates. In this situation, why don't you write a poem?" "Oh?" Zhu Changming seemed to wake up from his contemplation, hesitated for a while, glanced at Wei Shengzeng, and said, "So Zhu is making a fool of himself." After pondering for a while, he slowly said, "Last night To the east of Douchatang, old man Liu disappeared all the way. Immortality and immortality, he was ignorant, and he could not bear to look at the shadows of the past. Ambitious ambitions are vacant, and spirits are vain and hate the original intention. Ask who has been going west for three years, and does not dream with Lihua." Yun Jisang frowned when he heard this, Zhu Changming's Quexijiangyue words had a dim meaning and no anger at all, didn't it make the teacher even more depressed?Immediately said: "It's my turn." After finishing speaking, he picked up the tea and said loudly: "Shake the color in front of Yuchuan Gate, knead it into the spring of Jingling Hall. Mo Daogan is old and no one picks it. This tea is good. Solve the world's meat." "What a tea that can cure the world's nasties!" But Zhuo Anjie was admiring, and as if no one else was there, she lifted the gourd on her waist and took a bite, then sighed, "It should be clear." Everyone was dumbfounded. Everyone chanted it one by one, among which there are many excellent works with specific scenes and seasons, which received a lot of applause.Finally it was the old escort's turn, and everyone looked at the nine-ringed saber with smiles on their faces. "Brother Wang, you've been drinking a lot of tea, but it's time to chant a song, right?" Wei Shengzeng asked again with a smile. Wang Zhenwu shook his head and said: "I don't want to make such a scandal, it spoils everyone's interest. Old Wang can't bear this charge. I have heard for a long time that Zhuo's swordsmanship is excellent, and her reputation is shocking all over the world. Today, this old Wang will make a fool of herself. How about fighting swords for everyone?" As soon as this remark came out, everyone immediately cheered. Yun Jisang frowned secretly, knowing that this senior sister likes fighting bravely and being ruthless since she was a child, how could such a thing be missed?I just hope that she will be merciful and don't hurt Wang Zhenwu by mistake. Sure enough, Zhuo Anjie did not refuse. After drinking another cup of tea, she threw the teacup away, drew her sword, and came to the courtyard with Wang Zhenwu. With the saber in hand, Wang Zhenwu's aura suddenly changed, his expression was solemn, he held the saber in both hands, standing like a mountain.On the other hand, Zhuo Anjie held the sword slanted across her chest, her posture was free and easy, and her expression was free and easy. The snow is getting bigger and bigger.In the snowflakes all over the sky, the two faced each other quietly for a moment.The chaotic snowflakes gradually concealed the figures of the two of them. Clang!Clang!Clang!The nine-ringed broadsword in Wang Zhenwu's hand suddenly turned sharply three times.The sound of the gold ring colliding with the blade was soul-stirring. After three beeps, Wang Zhenwu began to vibrate the broadsword violently, the speed became faster and faster, the sound became more and more urgent, and finally turned into a long and shrill howl, like a ghost knocking on the door, but couldn't enter, and even went crazy. With a roar, Wang Zhenwu jumped forward, and swung his big saber at Zhuo Anjie!clatter!clatter!Jinhuan made an annoying sound again. The corners of Zhuo Anjie's mouth turned up slightly, and the Bieyue sword in her hand shook slightly, and unexpectedly, the sword came first, and the spine of the sword accurately hit Wang Zhenwu's broadsword.At the moment of the impact, the sound of the big knife disappeared immediately, and the blade of the big knife swung to the left. Wang Zhenwu's wrists sank, he restrained the saber's momentum, turned around and moved forward, and the big saber slashed Zhuo Anjie's shoulder and neck diagonally. Zhuo Anjie didn't retreat, she raised her Bie Yue sword and stabbed at Wang Zhenwu's wrist.If Wang Zhenwu's broadsword were to be slashed, he would lose his own hands first. Wang Zhenwu didn't wait for the saber to wear out, he yelled again, and actually took a step back in the rush, the big knife that was slashing at Zhuo Anjie's neck turned into the Bieyue Sword that was slashing at her hand. Bitter sword energy and sharp sword light intertwined in the heavy snow! Wang Zhenwu's beard and hair were all stretched out, his shoulders were lowered and his stomach was retracted, and his body was leaning forward, as if he had bet his entire life on this knife!Zhuo Anjie jumped up lightly, she was in the air, flipping over, like a big crane returning to the snow from the wind, dancing excitedly! Knife meets sword! At that moment, Feixue!Beauty!white hair! All the voices disappeared, and the chaotic snowflakes seemed to come to a stillness, until the figures of the two crossed in the air, and then recovered.Wang Zhenwu held the broadsword in his hand with the momentum of breaking a mountain, and stared at Zhuo Anjie. The smiling female swordsman held up the Bieyue sword and listened to the pleasant sound of the three gold rings hanging on the sword falling down.The outcome has been decided, but the stunning scene lingered in everyone's hearts for a long time. "Nv Zhuo is good at swordsmanship, I am ashamed of myself." Wang Zhenwu said calmly. The Bieyue sword in Zhuo Anjie's hand flicked, and sent the three gold rings over: "The old man is always healthy and strong, which is admirable." "Nv Xia Zhuo is good at swordsmanship! Brother Wang is good at swordsmanship! We are good eyesight!" Take your seats, both of you!" Wei Shengzeng clapped his hands and praised. When the two returned to the banquet, everyone was full of praise for the battle just now, talking endlessly, and lost the interest in drinking tea for a while.Wei Shengzeng picked up the tea with a slight smile, but seeing Xie Qingfang sitting on the side with a haggard expression, he hurriedly put the tea down and said, "What's the matter, madam? But are you feeling unwell?" Xie Qingfang raised her head and said with a smile: "It's nothing, it's just that I slept late last night and felt a little tired." "It's all for my husband, isn't it? I drank a few more cups, which made my wife tired." Wei Shengceng clasped his fists to everyone, "Everyone, I feel unwell today, so the tea party will come to an end here. Sorry for any inconvenience. Forgive me a lot." Everyone hurriedly talked and dared not, but Yun Jisang was secretly happy for the teacher and his wife. Although the two were old couples and young wives, they seemed to be really affectionate. Turning his head to look at Zhuo Anjie, he saw that she was also looking at him with a smile. The two of them looked at each other and smiled, understanding each other.Yun Jisang felt warm in his heart, it was the first time since he lost his arm that he was so peaceful and peaceful. At this moment, Liang Xideng beside him raised his head to look at the sky, and murmured, "I'm afraid there will be heavy snow tonight. God is very angry, and the wind and snow are ruthless. Brother Yun has to be more careful..." It was getting dark, but Yun Jisang had no intention of having dinner, so he went out to relax by himself. Years of military career had given him the habit of going to bed late. Although the sky was dark at the moment, he didn't feel sleepy at all. Thinking of those creepy bells, he couldn't help feeling suspicious, so he thought about going to the town to find out .After walking a few steps, he stopped and turned his head suddenly. I saw the ugly dumb servant standing in the bushes not far away, holding a broom, looking at him quietly.For some reason, he always felt a deep hostility in that dumb servant's seemingly dull eyes.Yun Jisang frowned, and walked towards the gate of the mansion. I didn't meet a single person along the way, and I couldn't help but wondered in my heart: Why are there so few servants in the teacher's house?But he didn't think about it anymore, he said hello to Wei An, and left the Wei mansion, the town was still deserted, only a small hotel not far away was still lit. The dim light is so lonely in the dark night, quietly igniting the sadness in the heart of the wanderer in the distance.Yun Jisang tightened his clothes, and walked towards the small shop amidst the piercing north wind and the shrill ringing of bells. Lifting the thick curtain, Yun Jisang bowed into the small shop. He stood at the door and looked around first. The shop was empty. He smiled and chose an empty table to sit down. There was no clerk in the small shop, the old shopkeeper bent over and brought him a pot of old wine and some side dishes himself.The wine was turbid, and the side dishes were not refreshing, but Yun Jisang didn't want to do that.After taking a sip of the wine, he said warmly to the old shopkeeper, "I remember that your old man's hotel has been here for many years, right? Is the business going well?" 老掌柜憨厚地笑了笑：“是有些年头了，小买卖，比不过人家，勉强糊口而已。您老不是镇上的人吧？不知怎地，老朽却看着眼熟得很。” 云寄桑笑了笑：“您老也许不记得了，六年前，我在魏府中求学，那时常常偷偷跑出来和其他的同窗来您这里喝酒的。”老掌柜仔细地端详了他一阵，突然恍然大悟道：“您是云少爷！哎呀！您看我这记性，差点认不出来了，您这胳膊是……” 云寄桑看了一眼空空荡荡的右袖，淡淡一笑：“没什么，倒是您，一点儿都没见老呢。” “哪里，老多啦，看东西都不清了，模模糊糊的，没个清楚影儿。云少爷，您这次回来是给魏老爷子祝寿的吧？”一边问，老掌柜一边颤巍巍地给云寄桑把酒满上。 “是啊，这次回来，这镇子上可是大变样了呢，到处挂了铃铛，害我差点以为走错了地方。”云寄桑若无其事地道。 老掌柜深深地叹息了一声，摇了摇头：“您是不知道啊，唉……” “怎么？这里面有什么隐情么？”云寄桑好奇地问。 老掌柜犹豫了一下，缓缓道：“那些都是请鬼的铃铛啊！”“请鬼的铃铛？”“可不是！这事儿要从三年前说起了……”老掌柜叹息了一声道，“那年冬天，镇上打更的老王头有天突然说他半夜看到有个恶鬼披散着头发一边摇着铃铛，一边从镇子口走过。当时大家都以为他喝多了胡说八道，可隔天那王老头却突然莫名其妙地死了，大家都说他撞了鬼。收敛他的那天，我也跟着去看了，那尸身的模样真像撞了鬼一样，手脚扭得不成样子，翻着眼睛，舌头伸得长长的，我只看了一眼，就再不敢看了。”老掌柜心悸不已地道，似乎回忆着当时的情形。 云寄桑脑中电光石火般闪过昨日见到的尸体，“那后来呢？” “一个月后，镇东头老赵家的三小子不学好，晚上出去盗墓，结果第二天被人发现死在坟地里，死的模样和老王头一模一样。打从那以后，时不时的就有人在晚上听到镇子附近听到断断续续的铃铛声，可没一个人敢去看一眼。赵老三死后大约半年吧，那个摇铃鬼没了什么动静。大家也渐渐地安心了，可不知怎地，一场大雪过后，那个鬼竟然又出现了，这一次它竟然走到镇子里来了。虽然没人看到那恶鬼的模样，不过很多人都听到了铃铛声。只有开豆腐店的老徐不听他婆娘的劝，隔着门缝偷偷瞧了一眼，也不清楚他看到没有。第二天他喝多了和别人胡吹，说他看到那鬼的模样。结果老徐当天晚上就死在回家路上了，还是那种死法，惨哪！后来大家报了官，官府里派了差人下来，也没见查出个子丑寅卯来。一个月后，连镇上有名的刘大夫也被那鬼害死了。从那后，越来越多的人就搬到别处去了，这镇子上也冷清了不少。后来不知听谁说，那鬼是阎王第七殿的招魂鬼，没有耳朵，唯一能听到的就是铃声，要是听到铃声了，就知道那也是招魂鬼，就不会来害你。若听不到，就会取你性命。幸好这鬼的眼睛只能平着看东西。所以遇到那鬼时，若是没带铃铛，只需闭上双眼，马上趴在地上，那鬼就看不到你，这样就能逃命。” “果真如此么？”云寄桑沉吟道。 “确是如此，从那儿以后，就没有人再死了，镇上也没了那摇铃鬼的踪迹，虽说有偶尔在荒郊野外遇上那摇铃鬼的，只要听到铃声，马上闭上眼睛，原地趴下，都逃过了一劫。”老掌柜庆幸道。 “这样……”云寄桑若有所思地道，沉吟了片刻，岔开话题道，“老掌柜，怎么这么晚了，你这小店还不关门呢？” “不关，有的客人就喜欢晚上来小老儿这里饮酒呢！”老掌柜得意地笑道。又坐了一会儿，云寄桑告别谈兴渐高的老掌柜，走出店门。 一出门，扑面便是急卷而来的雪花，天地间便只余下这一片沉沉的白色。那种苍茫沉郁似乎昭示着什么，让云寄桑心中不由得一阵压抑。环顾而视，只有寥寥的几户人家仍旧亮着昏黄的灯光。云寄桑深深地吸了口冰冽的空气，举步离开了小酒馆。 才走了几步，一个披着斗篷的身影便在风雪中迎面而来，险些将他撞着。云寄桑侧身避开，那人却一转身，进了那家小酒馆。 云寄桑摇摇头，迈步走开，不知怎地，总觉得那背影有些熟悉…… 突然，他停住脚步，弯腰从地上拾起一样事物，缓缓举到眼前。 那正是一枚小小的铃铛，这铃铛竟然是银制的，分外精巧,只是这铃铛上却没有那只鬼脸。 云寄桑将那铃铛轻轻拨动了一下。“叮——”声音清脆悦耳，格外动听，只是不知怎地，云寄桑觉得这铃声中透着几分悲切与绝望…… 想了想，云寄桑将那铃铛揣入怀中，又回身向那家小酒馆看了看，才抬脚向魏府走去。