Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 512 The rain outside the pavilion is like the scene of the past

"Father!!"

Chen Zhao cried out loudly and almost fainted. He was helped by the crowd and went back to the house. What he saw was a mysterious scene. The body of the departed Hou Ye sat quietly on the chair without making a sound.

In other words, the person who was helped out just now is already a soul.

Thinking of this, everyone was shocked, but no one was too scared.

"The mysterious things that happened today, especially the scene of my father's departure, should not be made public." After Chen Zhao eased his grief, he ordered in a low voice, "Put me in sackcloth and mourning, and I will go to the palace to report the funeral to His Majesty." ..."

This rainy night is still going on, away from the crying Chen Mansion, one person and one cow have arrived outside the city at this moment, heading north, and there is a lone figure behind him, it is Chen Qingzhi, he stops and turns his head, looks Having lived in the city all his life, he felt reluctance in his heart, so he immediately bowed his hands and bowed down.

This time, there will be no coming back in the future.

"The general has been all-powerful in this life, but what regrets do you have?" The old man walked over and looked side by side at the outline of the city immersed in the rainy night.

On the side, Chen Qingzhi was silent for a long time, then laughed: "If a person dies, what regrets do he have if he has relatives and friends to meet him?"

"If you call Zhenjun, you will be out of sight. Qingzhi will follow me. Many people are looking forward to your return."

"Here...there is a gazebo here, you can wait here for the rain to slow down."

wow wow...

With a lift of the cloak, Chen Qingzhi turned around and turned into a wisp of green smoke and sank into the wooden box on the back of the slow-moving old cow in front.

"It's over... What's the use of taking you... Don't call me Tai Sui Xingjun anymore, I... I'm just the god of this river now."

They were both young, one was handsome and the other was beautiful. They wiped off the rain that had accidentally stained their faces. After they sat down, they found that there were two old people. One was standing looking at the river, and the other was resting on a wooden pillar with closed eyes.

The old man took a last look at Jiankang City in the rain, murmured, put on the bamboo hat, jumped lightly, and landed firmly on the back of the cow. The old cow turned his head to look, and was kicked lightly on the head.

"Chen Yuan, have you ever regretted it?"

When the boat arrived at the river bank, the old turtle came down to see him off, hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "Sir, the old turtle has something to say."

The old man smiled and cupped his hands to invite, Chen Qingzhi laughed along with him, and stretched out his hands, "Please!"

There was only one person on the boat, wearing a coir raincoat and holding a long pole. At first glance, it looked very tight, but it was unusual for a boat to sail in such a swollen river.

"Thank you, Zhenjun, for coming to see you from afar."

"Take a good look at the road. Do you think you are still the original cow demon? When did you practice and go up? You can look at it whatever you want."

The boatman smiled lightly and told him to go to the shoal of the river with one pole, and sailed away from the shoal with the boat, heading for the turbulent river.

"it is good."

After the words fell, the old cow turned his head, and saw a small boat going down the river from the upper reaches on the turbulent river with vast water vapor, ups and downs in the turbulent water waves.

"Sir, do you still remember the old man?"

"It's okay, sir and the cow just come up."

A carriage and a few guards in coir raincoats ran towards this side despite the growing rain.

"It's time for me to go back. When I meet those friends, there is nothing to do in this world."

After finishing speaking, he turned to face the old man, arched his hands and bowed down.

The old man smiled and nodded, and then led the old cow onto the small boat. The moment he stepped on it, the narrow boat suddenly became spacious, which could accommodate two people and one cow.

"If I say I don't regret it, will Mr. Xing still be angry and want to share a life and death with me?"

Over there, the old man named Yin Jiao turned his head and looked at the smiling old man silently. There was no trace of fear on his face. The pavilion was quiet for a while, and he sighed.

"Passed."

"Don't you already know the past? Why ask again."

'Moo! '

In the misty rain, the octagonal eaves of the pavilion, lacquered mahogany pillars, and the wind chimes under the eaves are ringing in the wind all the time.

"Don't worry about it, let's hide from the rain first."

The river was rushing and splashing on the river bank, and the old cow kicked his hooves excitedly when he saw the water, and the moment he was about to enter the water, the old man above patted his head.

"Someone asked Lao Yuan to bring a message, and he said he wanted to see you." Lao Yuan pointed to the road up the river bank, pointing all the way along the right side: "There is a pavilion ahead of this road, and that person is there. There."

"Hehe, it seems that you have successfully cultivated the Tao and have done a lot of good deeds here."

"The old man wants to cross the river?"

When the farmer lowered his gaze and raised it again, the old man riding the bull was no longer visible on the road.

"Don't mention the past." The old man on the boat smiled and waved his hand to interrupt the other party's next words, "The fate of the world, there are shallow and deep, it should be mine, naturally it is mine, no That’s right, use it for yourself, it’s just deceiving yourself.”

The sound of the rain was getting louder, and neither of them continued to speak. In the silence, there were the sounds of vehicles and horses, people shouting, and the noisy direction came from the road in the distance.

The noisy words had already reached outside the gazebo, and they did not salute to the two old men in the pavilion and walked in with a man and a woman in the carriage.

The boat punter raised his face slightly, it was also the face of an old man, with a short beard and a round face, blushing, and said with a smile: "Thanks to Mr., if there is no Mr. Guidance, what is the name of the old turtle? Where is today's situation, it's just a pity that the master is all in cultivation..."

"Oh? What makes you hesitate."

At first I thought the two didn't know each other, so they didn't speak.

In the voice, one person and one cow have already entered the official road, and following the direction pointed by the old man, they saw a gazebo standing by the river from a distance.

"it is good."

"Wait here for a while, an old friend is coming."

The old man smiled, led the old cow to the river, and arched his hands towards the approaching boat, "It's just that your boat may not be able to hold us."

Misty and rainy, smoke from the farmhouse, occasionally one or two old farmers and their wives can be seen busy in the field, and when they see the old man lying on the back of the cow, they greet him kindly, and the old man on the back of the cow greets him kindly. They waved.

When passing by, I saw a figure in a dark robe holding his hands in the pavilion, looking at the steamy river flowing eastward.

woohoo!

"It's here... There are already people here."

"Tai Sui Xingjun, come here in person, it's really flattering." The old man patted the water stains on his robe, walked into the gazebo covered in moisture, leaned the bamboo hat against the painted mahogany pillar, and sat down beside him.

"What the teacher taught is that. It's the old man who made a picture."

The old cow got hit on the head, yelled obediently, spread his hooves, and went north excitedly along the official road under his feet. After passing through this rain curtain, it was the lower reaches of the Yangtze River where the river was soaring and turbulent. It was also raining lightly here. , a few days at a time.

"..."

The old man nodded, got on the old ox, and walked up.The old turtle chased after him, "Sir, don't ask who it is?"

The old man in the pavilion looked at the heavy rain outside, and said softly: "This rain is really like that time, it has been falling for several days."

"Sit down, sir, let's sail."

But after a while, the old man looking at the river suddenly said, "If you hadn't done that that day, the world might have been different. What do you think?"

The sudden words made the bystanders hiding from the rain in the pavilion look at these two people in surprise, and couldn't help showing curiosity.

"Maybe... the people are destitute, starving everywhere."

Chen Yuan, who was leaning against the wooden pillar, opened her eyes and said this.

(End of this chapter)