Legend of Fei

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When Zhou Fei first came to the small town around the forty-eight villages, she was completely a villager who hated to have more eyes, but she was born and cooked twice, and came back after such a long time, she seemed to have regarded herself as a half host , Gave Wu Chuchu and Xie Yun all the way to guide the strokes of Shu-most of them were told by Deng Zhen and Mrs. Wang when they left home last time. Zhou Fei is now buying and selling, and some Brother Deng seems to have mentioned , But it was too long, she could not remember a bit, and Zhou Fei would compose a few sentences on the weak impression, nonsense and seriousness.

If it were not for Xie Yun that he had been lurking here for 48 months in order to infiltrate the forty-eight villages, I really believed her.

Xie Yun was so bad that she wanted to see what she could make up. She smiled and knotted her heart, but she didn't expose her. She also put on a pious way of listening, hooking her to say a few words, feeling The jokes that depended on me for the next two years were enough.

At the hotel in the evening, Xie Yun also asked for some reason: "I don't look too far. Why don't we go up the mountain directly, or have to delay a day here?"

Zhou Feixin said, "How can I know?"

Ever since she met them, she was no longer a woman who said nothing and made a decision. When she wiped her face, Zhou Fei turned around and became a little follower, following the old lady "whatever she did" The lazy child came back immediately, and Magily said to go, and she followed. Magily said to rest, and she rested without any objection. Zhou Fei did not participate in the opinion of where to stop or which line to go.

It is said that if the toddler has fallen, if there is no one around, he will climb up without anything, but if there is an adult around, then the little cubs have to cry in shock. The accusation is wrong, and it's not enough.

When Zhou Fei didn't see her loved ones, she was indifferent, but as soon as she returned to the people she knew, she had the upper hand before she had time to subside. After hearing Xie Yun's question, she was very well-founded. Replied: "Well, first of all, the mountain road is not easy to go after dark, there is mist in the forest, and it is especially easy to get lost, and..."

Majili couldn't hear it anymore, intentionally raised his voice slightly, and sent a disciple who accompanied him: "The number, roster, and tokens are all checked, and they are sent to the first outpost in Jinshan."

Zhou Fei suddenly realized that this reminded him of the sentinel, and he made up his face without changing his face.

In order to prevent her from indiscriminately making up, Majili quickly said: "Ordinary disciples can go in and out after two audits without any errors. It is more troublesome for the first time people come back into the mountain. At least one elder must be reported. God. It’s going to be the head of the house and not at home. I’m afraid it will be slower than usual.”

Zhou Fei nodded, pretending to actually know.

Wu Chuchu couldn't help but laugh out, Xie Yun picked up the tea cup to block his face.

Zhou Fei somehow.

Majili coughed and said, "This son Xie was alone in the Mojiang River in the past. It was almost the first person in 20 years. Presumably I knew the sentry post and the rules very well."

Zhou Fei: "..."

Xie Yun flew away with a tea cup before she stomped down. The old man who played the storytelling under the teahouse was startled by him and broke a string of murmurs.

There was a lot of laughter in the teahouse, and the old storyteller was not angry, but he rolled his eyes at Xie Yun, who flew out suddenly, threw the piano, picked up the gavel and gently tapped, said: "The string is a little damp , Don't play anymore, Lao Chuan said an old paragraph with you today."

Xie Yun turned over and sat on the wooden beam of the teahouse, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip-only then he jumped up and down, and there was no drop of water in the tea cup.

Just listen to someone upstairs saying: "The old one is good, the new paragraph is full of nonsense-or are we old owners?"

Another good person said: "Don't tell the story of a dragon ball dug out of the dragon king's mouth!"

The idlers at the teahouse laughed again.

This place is quite leisurely. The old storyteller Suri Li used to be fart with everyone in the teahouse, and he was not short of money. Wei Dao said: "Let's talk about our great hero, the old village owner Li Zheng, must be the number one..."

When they left home, Mrs. Wang hurried on in a hurry and did not stay in the town. Zhou Feitou heard the local tea house characteristics for the first time and did not mess with Xie Yun. He listened carefully with the railing.

The storyteller talked about how Li Zheng became famous in his first battle and swept across the side with a snow-breaker. There are some ups and downs and details. Although there are suspected exaggerations, they are very fascinating, although everyone here does not know how many times. He still listened to it with interest, and when he said that he would "become a bandit", the whole building applauded.

Zhou Fei heard Maggie next to him sigh softly, and said, "The purpose is to be a bandit, the old fortress... The old fortress is to us the kindness of life and death."

Zhou Fei turned his head and saw that the head of Xiushantang was holding an empty glass, staring at the storyteller downstairs with a pair of eyes, whispering to himself, "What's so strange? Forty-eight? Zhai, not only your uncle Ma has been blessed by the old Zhaizhu, my father was one of the madmen who took over the role, he was a hero, and he died a hundred battles in the battle, but I was less than fifteen at that time. Wu Wuji, ordered to be chased by the pseudo-dynasty, had to take the old mother and a pair of siblings to escape. The relatives on the way went one by one. If it were not the old master, your Uncle Ma would have turned into a pile of bones and scum."

Zhou Fei was embarrassed to follow others to tout his grandfather, he grabbed Maggie's voice, and casually said: "I haven't heard that you said Ling Zun was the hero of anti-pseudo-politics."

"What a **** hero," Magily waved his hand with a wry smile, and there was a hint of resentment in his face. It seemed that he was still unable to release his father. He sighed deeply, "People must know that they eat a few bowls of rice. ?"

He said that, looking up at Zhou Fei, his expression was very serious, as if he regarded Zhou Fei as a peer who could speak equally.

Majili said seriously: "You said that a man, his wife and children are in the room, and even their lives are not well protected, so he filled his brain with the "big righteousness" and rushed out to death. Is it interesting? Just die without a whole body. Even if he has to exhaust his family members, can he be considered a man, and is he worthy to let the children call him "Daddy" so much from childhood?"

Zhou Fei glared at him for a while, and out of politeness, she nodded pretending to be deep in thought, but in fact she was very unclear. So: "Tell me why? I'm neither a man nor a wife or child."

It seemed that Majili realized that she couldn't understand who she was talking to, so she shook her head and laughed at her, and then the words changed, and she gently taught: "You are the same, and the master is really relieved. You are in Xiushantang. When he took out two pieces of red paper and pulled it out, Uncle Ma thought to himself, this kid, who is good at relying on his own skills, is so mad, you see, she is going to get into trouble when she goes out-what happened? Really? Let me talk. My kid is two years younger than you, and if he is like you in the future, I will break his leg and not let him go out."

Li Yan made a grimace across the table across Zhou Fei. Zhou Fei coughed aloud and stiffened the topic stiffly: "Uncle Ma, is the old villager's story that the old man said all true?"

Ma Jili smiled and said: "The legend of the old master, is it more than the few things he said? I heard that when Cao Zhongkun usurped the throne, the twelve heavy ministers were ordered to send the young emperor to Nandu on the way. Let’s take care of our old owners, otherwise how can they go so smoothly?"

Wu Chuchu's eyes widened, and even Xie Yun unknowingly came over, and the big hall said loudly in the lobby below. Zhou Fei and a few of them sat beside Maggie, listening to him whispering about "small book" It is also fun.

Because the entourage brought two strangers, Wu Chuchu and Xie Yun, the forty-eight village's feedback was much slower, but the rules were the rules, and no one could be an exception unless the big master called the door in person. Zhou Fei had to stay under the mountain. Living in the town, fortunately, the town is full of traffic, not bored.

Li Yan quickly became acquainted with Wu Chuchu. During the day, she heard about the book in the tea house, or dragged Zhou Fei around the market together. On the third night in the town, Maggie carried a jug of wine upstairs and said to Zhou Fei: "It's almost time for someone to come tomorrow. Your mother is not at home. This group of 狲狲事 is too lame to take a break early. ——Ayan, I said to you, don’t fall asleep to the three poles of the sun tomorrow again, it’s a bit too ridiculous.”

Wu Chuchu returned to the room early, Li Yan grinned, was glared by Zhou Fei, then reluctantly walked back to the next room, only Xie Yun stayed by the small wooden table by the window in the lobby of the inn A pot of thin wine, which he is accustomed to, looked at the almost clear moonlight in the mountains of Shuzhong through the supporting window.

Zhou Fei took a step, she finally recovered from the excitement of going back home-whether it is "Duan Wang" or Xie Yun, sending them back this time will only be a guest, and it is impossible to stay for a long time." "Duan Wang" is an unsuitable identity, Xie Yun... Zhou Fei feels that he seems to be more accustomed to the life of a prostitute.

Then those who live and die together may soon be separated.

I wonder if I waited too long in the town. Zhou Fei found that he was suddenly not particularly excited about Huishai Village.

She walked over and lifted the bench with her feet, sitting next to Xie Yun, and found that from his perspective, she could see the corner of the Forty-eight Village, and she could dimly see the scattered lights in the night. She was a sleepless night watchman. Mountain patrolling.

That is her home.

What about Xie Yun's home?

Zhou Fei remembered that Xie Yunfu had mentioned "My home is in the old capital" like a glimpse of light. Now under the Shu Mountain, she feels a sense of endless sorrow.

Zhou Fei suddenly asked: "What's the old one like?"

Xie Yun didn't expect her to ask this question suddenly, and then he froze for a moment before saying, "The old city... the old city is very cold. Unlike you here, there are evergreen trees all year round. Every winter, the streets are It's bare, sometimes it snows heavily, and it's covered on a flat slate. It's easy to freeze where people step on it..."

Judging by the age, when Cao Zhongkun rebelled and burned the East Palace, Xie Yun was at best two or three years old-can he remember?

It's hard to say, at least for Zhou Fei, she can remember the father's cold hands and the back of the blood stained by Li Er.

"But the palace can't be frozen, there is charcoal fire, there are..." Xie Yun paused gently, picked up the bowl and took a sip of wine, laughing, "I can't remember anything else, probably I can't be hungry except for freezing There is nothing particularly interesting. The rules there are very big-when I grow up, generally in winter, I like to run to the south. Those small inns don’t give you a fire to save money. If you miss the head of the bed, you have to Living in the wilderness and wilderness in the countryside, let alone the taste, let's go to the southern Xinjiang to enjoy the sun."

Zhou Fei kicked back: "Then you..."

"Do you remember Cao Zhongkun burning the Eastern Palace?" Xie Yun saw that Zhou Fei was cautious first, and then seemed to be taken aback by himself. He couldn't help laughing, and said lightly, "Remember, the first I have seen in my life A fire, of course, remember-as for what I want to say, I actually didn’t. I didn’t know what was fear at that time, and I didn’t know that I would lose anything except the door to the red wall. , Didn’t let me see what I shouldn’t see. As for my parents... I didn’t see much when I was a child, it’s better to get close to my grandma. Nowadays, my uncle is supporting me in the Orthodox of the Southern Dynasties. I had to force me to avenge Xue Hate or something. In case one day they could really get rid of the anti-thief, I would take a look at the old one by the way, and I might not stay there forever. It is not as bitter as you imagined."

His smile is not only bitter, but also bitter, and a little bit heartless. Although Zhou Fei is not good at observation, he always feels that there is something in violation of Xie Yun.

She was about to speak, and suddenly a sharp bird song came from the mountains not far away. The flocks of flying birds didn't know what was the fright. They whistled and rushed towards the night sky, and suddenly there was an evil wind. "The closed wooden window was closed at once, and the dim lights in the inn swayed violently.

Zhou Fei's hand holding the glass stopped in mid-air, his eyelids jumped twice without warning.

At this time, the Momo River was still dark, and the scattered moonlight sprinkled randomly on the surface of the river. Occasionally, it just fell on the plane, and a very thin reflection flew over the surface of the water.

After Li Jinrong left the Forty-eight Village, the first defense in the village was naturally alert to the extreme. At this time, even if Yu Lao was staying in the heart of the Ximo River, the big monster sinking in the water did not lurch to rest. If someone stood in the heart of the river, he would find The boulders under the water mist are constantly shifting their position. Once someone breaks in, the opportunity will immediately rise to a turbulent wave-that power has not even been seen by Zhou Fei, the fisherman generally just scares her, it is impossible to really bring this row of mountains down to the sea. The big guy gave it to a little girl who hadn't left the school.

But this night, there was a figure fluttering lightly over the murderous river and headed straight to the Jiangxin Pavilion—