[Su Meng Pillow Center] Flowing Yingying Pillow

Chapter 8

Outside the city of Suzhou.

On Xiaohan Mountain.

This is the fourth time Su Mengzhen has returned to Xiaohan Mountain since she learned to bid farewell to the Red Sleeve Nunnery.

Only a handful.

He has too much to do and so little time.

Those springs, autumns, winters and summers spent in Xiaohan Mountain were probably his few happy times.

When he was young, he was accepted as a disciple because of the pity of the red-sleeved nun, which was a precious and precious encounter, and he always cherished it in his heart.

He didn't want to spoil the peace and quiet here.

I don't even want to disturb Master's pure cultivation.

The red-sleeved nun, commonly known as Tang Jianqing, was also a direct descendant of the Tang family in central Sichuan before becoming a monk, and was very much loved by the head of the family, Grandma Tang.But because he admired the touching love affair between Tang Fang, the elder sister of the Tang family, and Xiao Qiushui, the great hero of Shenzhou, he also ran out to learn from others and wanted to talk about a vigorous martial arts romance.The result was not very good, so he left the Tang Sect disheartened and came here to escape into the Buddhist Sect, and realized a set of sad and beautiful new martial arts, and his martial arts cultivation has improved even more.

Accepting Su Mengzhen as an apprentice is both a chance and a destiny.

She still remembered that day when the servants of the Su family came here for help covered in blood, holding a seriously injured child in their arms.

The child was about seven or eight years old, with a pale face, faintly ashen, if not for the clear and shallow breathing ups and downs, anyone who saw it would be terrified of this child and feared that he would not survive.

Although he fell into a coma due to excessive blood loss, he still pursed his lips stubbornly, and mottled wounds could be seen on his lips, presumably to bite himself to endure the pain.

What a strong-willed kid.

He is Su Mengzhen.

The first disciple she accepted.

It was also the one she couldn't read the most.

But what she cared most about was still the child.

Even though he knew that he was no longer the child who needed her to coax him to take medicine, but the gang leader who dominated Bianjing.

It has nothing to do with her.

She knew that her big disciple would definitely return to Xiaohan Mountain again this time, but this time he arrived later than before...

Hongxiu Shenni stared at Hongfeng outside the window in a daze.A lot of dead leaves have fallen this season, and she doesn't let people clean them up. She sees those gorgeous maples getting tired and sinking into the mud, and new leaves will hang on the branches in the coming year.

And what about people?

If it falls, it will fall, and if it grows again, it will not be the original leaf.

As for those stubborn Fengs who have not fallen, how many times can they withstand the wind and frost?

she does not know.

But she has already heard the suppressed cough in the cool wind, broken and desolate.

he came.

"You came."

"Ahem... I'm here. Master, well."

The red-sleeved nun looked up and saw that he was wearing a thick snow-white fox fur, but he didn't look bloated, but his body was thinner and almost torn apart; the pale wrists that were exposed when he bowed slightly to say hello were too frail The astonishing swordsman holding the red-sleeved sword.

The red-sleeved nun didn't say any more, but stepped forward and hugged him lightly when he leaned forward.

It may have been more than ten years since the last time I reached out and hugged him.

Su Mengzhen has an aloof personality and doesn't like to show a little cowardice in front of others, even in front of the master who watched him grow up.

The Hongxiu god nun also understood his pride, so he didn't show any intimacy easily.

Only this time.

She wanted to give the child a hug.

Su Mengzhen didn't resist, and was hugged by her meekly, freeing her hand to caress the back of the red-sleeved nun.

When Su Mengzhen couldn't hide the cough in his throat, he let go of his hand, took the white handkerchief from Fei Liu who was silent for a long time beside him, and covered his lips to cough.A burst of gut-wrenching coughing trembled in the quiet mountain courtyard, looking so mournful.

Fei Liu has grown up very quickly recently, and is already only half a head shorter than Su Mengzhen, and now he is half a step behind Su Mengzhen, looking sideways at him, his handsome face is still stern, but his clear posture is full of warmth.

The coughing gradually stopped, and the world and the earth returned to silence, only the slight sound of the wind knocking on the maple leaves.

"It's windy outside, you're not feeling well, go inside and talk about it." The nun in Hongxiu was the first to urge him to enter the room. She is probably the only one in the world who can interrupt Su Mengzhen's unspoken words in an elder tone without any explanation. discourse.

Su Mengzhen pursed her lips and smiled lightly, naturally following the good advice.

The red-sleeved nun personally led the two into the Nuan Pavilion, and brought the prepared hand stove to her, a big apprentice with cold hands and feet all the year round. Fang Shi took a seat and asked Su Mengzhen to sit opposite.

Fei Liu didn't want to sit down, so he followed him and still stood sideways.

"Come on later," the red-sleeve god nun said slowly and calmly with compassion, calming down the listener, and continued, "I heard that you have been seriously ill recently. I know you value love and righteousness. Just don’t take everything on yourself. Don’t push yourself too hard, treat others like this, and treat yourself even more.”

"Master's instruction, disciples dare not listen to it," Su Mengzhen collected his expression, and his posture was submissive, but the persistence in his voice was like a giant tree rooted, unshakable, "I am not me, and I have accepted them." Big brother', and the convincing of the brothers in the building, you must always do your best, have a little bit of heat and a little bit of light, so that you can live up to this experience."

The red-sleeved nun advised him not to move, but sighed quietly in his heart, concealing the slight pain in his heart, and smiled softly: "Come on, let's not mention this today, just try this cup of sweet-scented osmanthus tea to your liking. It is still the snow water on the stamens of the old plum blossoms, this is the last jar. The rest were smashed by the mischievous little girl Wen Rou."

"Gentleness?" Su Mengzhen was stunned for a rare moment, and then remembered that she had heard that the master had newly accepted Uncle Wen's youngest daughter as an apprentice, and it seemed to be this little junior sister whom she had never met.

"Master is talking bad about me again!" There was a slightly immature voice from outside the room, but a petite pink figure leaped into the Nuan Pavilion like a flower and butterfly, and the room was full of quiet for noisy.

"You're still blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. It is kindness, not half harsh.

"Master——" the pretty girl dressed in pink tugged at the wide sleeves of the red-sleeved nun and dragged her voice coquettishly, turned her head to see the strange young man sitting opposite, stopped her long voice and let out a low cry, her beautiful eyes widened Said, "Master didn't allow me to come here today, so it was because he wanted to meet the beauty secretly."

"It's messing around again, this is your big brother Su Mengzhen," the red-sleeved nun reprimanded, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Be quiet, in the future, if you want to go out and fight for justice, don't cause trouble for your senior brother."

Wen Rou is eleven or twelve years old, and slightly younger than Fei Liu. Apart from being spoiled lawlessly by Luoyang Wang Wen Wan since childhood, he also has a quirk, especially loves to look at good-looking people.

Su Meng felt that it was interesting to watch.

Although this little junior sister is young, she has no taboos to speak straightforwardly.

I saw Wen Rou let go of the hand of the nun with red sleeves, and said hello to Su Mengzhen in a polite manner.

The Hongxiu god nun smiled as if seeing something rare.

Gentle doesn't recognize strangers, even if she is a little afraid of this seemingly alienated senior brother.She had never seen such a person before, he was dressed in light apricot clothes but exuded an awe-inspiring and strong aura, like her favorite rice balls with fermented rice, sweet and soft but slightly burnt her throat; Her cheeks were pale and haggard, but she had a glowing face that made her feel drunk.

Why did the master never mention that she has such a good-looking elder brother.

Even the little brother he brought was more handsome than all the boys she had ever seen.

Rourou was delighted for a moment, and wanted to reach out to pull the sleeve of Sumeng pillow without caring about other things.

But suddenly she felt something blocked her and forced her to take three steps. If the red-sleeved nun was not there to catch her, she would have fallen to the ground.

After Wen Wen stood firm, her pretty eyebrows frowned, and a pair of agile eyes were staring at the young man in black who almost made her look ugly.

"Who are you, dare to do something to my aunt!" Seeing that although he was as cold as ice, he was so handsome and handsome, and he was not much older than himself, she was going to act coquettishly to the elder brother later. Playing with her, he didn't want to be bullied without saying a word, and felt even more annoyed for a while.

"You are not allowed to touch it." Fei Liu became so stubborn that even eight horses could not hold him back.

"I want to!" Rourou hit a wall for the first time in her life, she was not to be outdone.

"No, let's fight first."

"You talk so strangely, are you out of your mind?"

"Junior Sister," Su Mengzhen couldn't help interrupting the conversation between the two children when she heard this, and said calmly, "I don't think Master and Uncle Wen have ever taught you to speak rudely to others."

"Fei Liu is also wrong, please be gentle with girls."

"gentle?"

"It is to be direct when rejecting a girl, and not to speak when you can do it. This way, they will not have the opportunity to speak again."

Fei Liu seemed to understand but half understood, but solemnly wrote it down.

From then on, whenever young girls tried to approach Su Mengzhen, they would be blocked by Fei Liu without saying a word—of course he would not fight girls who don't know martial arts, but just sent them away gently.

This is for later.

It's a bit difficult right now.

Hongxiu God nun didn't expect her eldest disciple to pamper her righteous brother so much that she couldn't hear anyone saying anything wrong about him.

At this time, Wen Rou felt that she had been greatly wronged, and kept clamoring to go home to find her father.The Hongxiu god nun coaxed her for a while before she stopped.

Taking advantage of this moment, Su Mengzhen stood up and resigned from the nun, and took Fei Liu to go with him to the back mountain.

There is no maple tree planted in the back mountain, only a large area of ​​pines and cypresses, which are lush and loose in the wind.

This is the cemetery of the disciples of Hongxiumen.

Su Mengzhen stood in front of the newest grave.

He didn't bring the rest of the sacrificial objects, but only dug a small jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, stepped up to the wind, and became a neighbor with heaven and earth.

He stroked the newly erected tombstone, and seemed to have a thousand words, but he didn't say a word in the end.

Words are useless, and there is no need to use pale words to the dead, those beautiful words are for the living.

He has been here, just to let himself remember every once blazing life.

And live hard.

For more people to live better.