Heir to the Celestial Master

Chapter 26

three hours later.

Desperation gradually permeated Lan Weiwei's whole body, and she slowly leaned against the wall.

Watching the blood on the top of the head gradually flow to the ground, the blood seems to flow endlessly, slowly gathering to the surface of the cave, gradually leaching a layer of dark red, the whole cave is blood red.

Perhaps this was the color of blood seen by Shen Mingquan's father leading the diggers.

In other words, this place has existed for at least hundreds of thousands of years. Lan Weiwei stood up with some unsteady legs, tried to stay away from the blood-red blood, and slowly retreated to the entrance of the cave.

Looking outside, there was no movement, Lan Weiwei could no longer bear the nauseating air in the cave, gritted her teeth and walked out.

As soon as she walked out, a blinding light passed.

Lan Weiwei found that she seemed to be in another world.

The eyes are full of bustling people, it is a small street in ancient times.

The men's hair was raised high, and the women wore complicated headgear and pinned hair. They were wearing ordinary coarse cloth robes, and they were on a crowded path.Lan Weiwei was pushed backwards by the crowd, and when she almost fell, she was helped up by a man in white.

A gust of fragrant wind blew by, and she fell into the embrace of a man. The embrace was a bit cold, but it smelled very pleasant, like a plum blossom scent got into Lan Weiwei's nose, and she couldn't help sniffing hard again. I took a sniff, but when I felt the tip of my nose again, it was deserted again, and there was still nothing.

"Are you okay, girl." He didn't care about Lan Weiwei's strange clothes, and asked in a gentle voice.

"I, I'm fine, it's just that they crowded so many people, what are they doing here?" Lan Weiwei was so ashamed that she wanted to hide to the side, this ancient man looked very gentle and handsome, especially the smell that smelled like a If there is a scent of plum blossoms that seems to be absent, Lan Weiwei wants to get close to him, and I feel that I can't help but want to make people friendly.

The man's pale face, that kind of whiteness seemed to penetrate even deeper into his bones, his eyebrows frowned, Lan Weiwei was very worried when he saw it, and wanted to smooth the sorrow between his brows for him, a pair of black eyes under his smooth forehead looked at him. Not far from the river.

With a low sigh: "They are seeing off."

"Farewell, does the farewell have to be so grand?" Although Lan Weiwei only bid farewell to Lan's family, she didn't know who to bid farewell to. Everyone in the town would show up. Could it be some important person.

"Grand, of course, they are sending off the mountain god." The man coughed a few times in his throat, and his pale face was stained with a little bit of blush. Perhaps it was because of a long illness, his body was very thin, and his The voice was also tinged with a bit of loneliness, floating lightly beside the fence by the river.

"Mountain God, it's a bit strange." Lan Weiwei stroked her chin, then looked at the strange man standing beside her.

The man stopped talking, but looked at an unusually luxurious big boat, carrying a mountain temple that had just been worshiped, sailing far away, as if heading into the deep mountains, at that moment, it seemed that the people on the boat were all looking at one place , Lan Weiwei turned her head, the expression on the face of the man next to her was even more indifferent, a gust of wind and rain could blow him away, but he was still standing alive in front of her eyes.

Some people are so strange, you can see a breath of death in his eyes, but you can't deny that even if he is alive, you can't feel his vitality.

However, the man in front of him is like this.

On the same day, Lan Weiwei returned to his courtyard with a strange man, he said so at that time.

"Did the girl come from far away?"

"Well, so to speak."

"Could that girl go down to Xiaozhuang and sit down for a while?"

Lan Weiwei seemed to think about it for a while, then looked seriously at the man who claimed to be Shen, whose name was Yu, and nodded slightly.

He held Lan Weiwei's fingers, and Lan Weiwei felt a warm feeling, which was a bit strange, but not repulsive, and Lan Weiwei didn't let go of his hand.

Shen Yu slowly led her to the Shen residence.

There were not many people in Shen's residence, only the gatekeeper and Shen Yu's servant, but the servant was dumb and could not speak at all.

Lan Weiwei lived in this somewhat empty courtyard that day. She lived next door to Shen Yu. There were patches of plum blossom trees under the window sill. The plum blossoms were fragrant and hung on the branches trembling slightly. Lan Weiwei could smell the scent of the low plum blossom branches reaching the tip of her nose. Lan Weiwei took a deep breath. It turned out that Shen Yu's good smell was formed in this way, no wonder.

Evening had come, Lan Weiwei suddenly heard the sound of a piano, she was leaning on the low table on the window sill, quietly listening to him playing the clear and faint sound of the piano.

The sound of the qin has no emotion, just the fingers playing on the strings of the qin itself. After a while, when a "bang" was heard, the qin was suddenly thrown out with great force, and even the oil lamp placed on the qin was thrown out. Outside the door, there was a violent coughing sound.

The servant and the porter hurried over to tidy up, while Lan Weiwei walked to Shen Yu's room hesitantly.

His room was very empty, so big that it could hardly be seen to the side. At a glance, it was surrounded by darkness, but the floor was also dark marble, and the soles of his feet were cold when he walked on it.

Fortunately, the place where Shen Yu was sitting was not far from the door. The qin in front of his long table had been removed, and an oil lamp had been put back on, so that the place where he sat was illuminated so that the atmosphere would not look weird.

Lan Weiwei sat gently in front of him in the bright place, and after Shen Yu's long gown coughed violently, bright blood stains came out, like plum blossoms outside the window, floating on the white long gown .

He still forced a smile and said, "I made the girl laugh."

"Are you okay?" In fact, Shen Yu looked like a person who was about to die, not only his pale face, but the lifeless death that came out from his bones. Lan Weiwei had never been around I've seen it in one person.

Shen Yu smoothed the long gown on his chest, not caring about the drops of blood on his chest, stood in front of the window and looked at the clumps of plum blossom forest outside the window, every little plum blossom had already bloomed, which showed how much the plum growers cherished them , but Lan Weiwei didn't see Shen Yu lingering on those plum blossoms at this time, his eyes were like the farthest cloud in the sky, stopped for a while, and then drifted to the other side, what was he looking at, and looking for something.

"Do you know what it's like to wait to die?"

The drifting voice rang beside Lan Weiwei's ears, pulling her back to reality.

She was shocked suddenly, waiting to die, this topic is a bit heavy, but who is waiting to die.

Shen Yu asked what it's like to wait for death, and Lan Weiwei felt that as long as it was related to death, could it have a good taste.

Thinking of this, Lan Weiwei felt a little uneasy. Sitting on the stool, it seemed like a needle was pricking her buttocks. She wanted to ask, but she didn't care about Shen Yu's face, and she didn't speak.

(End of this chapter)