Pastoral Jiaoyi's mother and father are here

Chapter 54 Cookie Cutter
Xi Lingyan hugged her, looked at the burning ruins of the thatched cottage, and heard the screams of the poisonous people gradually weakened, his eyes became more and more indifferent: "Being kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself. Acacia, In this world, you can be a good person with a conscience, but never a kind person with a compassionate heart. Because, sometimes, kindness can become a sharp knife that can kill you, understand?"

Gu Xiangsi listened to his last two extremely gentle words, her heart was indescribably complicated, and she also understood that what he said was right, but she just couldn't accept such a point of view for a while.

"The person is dead, and the herbs are almost found, we should go back." Xi Lingyan helped her up, retrieved her bamboo basket, and walked towards the bamboo forest with her in his arms.

Gu Xiangsi turned her head to look at the ruins of the raging fire that had no sound, sighed in her heart, looked away, and followed Xiling Yan into the bamboo forest.

And not long after they left, a person appeared in front of the ruins, walked to the middle of the yard, took out an exquisite sandalwood box from the hidden compartment in the ground, hugged the box, turned around and left.

The poisonous person is just being used by others, the real mastermind behind the scenes is well hidden!
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Xiling Yan took Gu Xiangsi back to Immortal Zhenjing's residence, and arranged for her to go back to her room to wash and rest, while he went to see Immortal Zhenjing.

Immortal Zhenjing has recovered. He sat cross-legged on the bed, and after meditating for a while, his spirit became much better.

Xilingyan walked in, first gave a big gift to Immortal Zhenjing, then straightened up to face Immortal Zhenjing, and said in a low voice: "Master Guoshi, he is dead."

A faint complexion flashed in the eyes of Immortal Zhenjing, then he shook his head and smiled lightly, waving his hands and said: "This is his karma, and I can't blame anyone."

Xilingyan looked at the old man in front of him, perhaps, Master Guoshi really saw through the world of mortals, and he had no more emotions and desires!
True Mirror Immortal has indeed seen through the world of mortals and cut off all emotions and six desires.Even if the eldest disciple died like this, in his opinion, it was just a karma.

"My lord, please have a good rest. I'm going to see those poisoned villagers first." Xiling Yan respected the Immortal Zhenjing very much, and after saluting, she left.

Immortal Zhenjing sat on the bed for a while, then got out of bed, put on his shoes and robe, and went out calmly.

Gu Xiangsi changed her clothes and went out. She wanted to rescue people with Xi Lingyan, and she didn't want to sit in the room and recall the scene of her murder. She felt too uncomfortable.

Xiling Yan hoped that she could have a good rest, after all, she had just suffered a big shock before.

Immortal Zhenjing walked into the courtyard, and smiled indifferently: "If the princess doesn't dislike Pindao being old and foolish, why don't you stay and drink tea with Pindao in the pavilion and talk about the strange things outside!"

"The real mirror fairy?" Gu Xiangsi looked at this calm old man, she felt guilty!Because, she burned the eldest disciple alive!

Xilingyan also felt that she had a good conversation with Master Guoshi, who is a person with profound Taoism and can explain more people than him.

Gu Xiangsi was cruelly abandoned by Xiling Yan in the end. When she faced the amiable Zhenjing Immortal, she was always guilty and dared not look up at others.

Immortal Zhenjing sat in the pavilion and made a pot of tea, and occasionally raised his eyes to look at the guilty little girl opposite, he shook his head and sighed softly and said with a smile: "Girl, the poor Taoist is an outsider, and it is natural for the karmic cycle in the world of mortals. You can see clearly. The boss has committed a lot of crimes, even if you don’t kill him, the sky will not spare him, so you don’t have to worry too much about it.”

Gu Xiangsi has never seen such a wide-eyed person in her life. She killed his first disciple, is it similar to killing his son?

But this old man not only didn't blame her, but also made tea for her calmly here?Isn't the old man mad with anger?

"Princess, everything has its own cause and effect, and those who do their own crimes cannot live!" Immortal Zhenjing poured a cup of tea for her, handed it to her, smiled kindly at her and said: "Princess, although I don't know who you are, I don't know who you are. I also know that your views are different from those of today's people. Since you are a good person, why bother yourself because of this common thing?"

Gu Xiangsi drank the old man's tea, and instantly felt that the Lingtai was clear and clear, and her body and mind were unobstructed. The entangled and frightened psychology after the murder was swept away and drifted away with the wind.

Sure enough, an expert is an expert.

Seeing that she was thinking about it, Immortal Zhenjing put down his cup, smiled lightly, and chatted with her: "How are the concubine and the prince getting along? Do you think the prince is a good man?"

Gu Xiangsi also put down the teacup in her hand, looked at the suddenly down-to-earth Immortal Zhenjing, frowned and thought for a while and said, "He's not bad, but a little...sometimes a little domineering, and sometimes a little wordy, he's kind of a housekeeper. .”

Immortal Zhenjing smiled lightly and stroked his snow-white beard. After listening to her words, he nodded and said: "It seems that the princess is satisfied with the prince. If this is the case, why didn't she marry the prince?"

"That's because the time with him is too short. I have to wait and get used to it." Gu Xiangsi is a modern person, but she doesn't like flash marriages. She thinks this marriage is right!You still have to get along slowly and get to know each other carefully, and then get married after serious consideration. Only then can the marriage be happy, isn't it?

Immortal Zhenjing looked at the cheerful princess, and suddenly smiled mysteriously and said, "Princess, Pindao will tell you a story, do you want to hear it?"

"Story? What kind of story?" Gu Xiangsi was really aroused, and the murder was also forgotten by her heartlessly.

Immortal Zhenjing smiled inscrutably, and slowly told a long and distant story.

The story is very cliché, it is a love story between a boy and a girl.

In the story, the boy is a Taoist priest of Fangwai Taoist Temple, and the girl is a disciple of a miracle doctor in a deep valley.

One year, the little Taoist priest's master took him down the mountain to visit his friends, and lived with the master in the valley of his old friend for more than a month, and then had a love affair with the female disciple of the miracle doctor.

Later, the little Taoist left the valley with his master and returned to the master's gate. Before he could say anything about his return to the vulgar world, the master drove west.

The girl waited in the deep valley for ten years, but she didn't wait for her little Taoist priest to come back to marry her. She knew that the little Taoist priest would never come back to marry her after he became the head teacher.

But she still wanted to wait a little longer, hoping that this beautiful dream like a season of peach blossoms would last a little longer...

When Gu Xiangsi heard this, seeing that Immortal Zhenjing stopped talking, she asked curiously, "What happened after that? What happened to the girl?"

"I'm married." Immortal Zhenjing stroked his beard and smiled faintly, looked at her and said, "She was originally a young lady from a famous family, and it was just a hobby to be a doctor of Yougu's magic medicine. When she reaches the age, her family will take her home married."

Married?Gu Xiangsi felt that this old man was more heartless than her, as long as he was not stupid, he could tell that the old man was telling his own story.

The girl he loved got married, but he told her this unforgettable and painful memory as an ordinary story, how much did he feel?

(End of this chapter)