Exorcism

Looking at the snowflakes all over the sky, Shen Xiuming once again felt the same emotion. War is really an unreasonable thing. The bravest, smartest, and most vigilant people may not survive, and the weak and powerless may not only die. Everything is accidental and unexpected. If he hadn't seen the high-level Taoist priests fighting with the giant demon king and manipulating the trend of the battlefield, he would really believe that there are gods in this world. Zuo Liuying and Qi Wushang might be gods, but they don't care about ordinary creatures as much as imagined. Shen Timing shook his head and drove away useless fantasies from his mind. He would rather be a gardener or a pure farmer and never want to go to the battlefield again. He dragged his injured leg to the military camp in the city to attend the funeral of the fallen soldiers and try to postpone the time of leaving the city. In fact, there were only a few bodies left. Most of the dead had only a wooden sign with their names and countries written on it. The funeral was brief and solemn. The flames were lit at noon. Shen Xiuming stood at the entrance of the military camp and looked into the distance. The commanders of various countries took turns to speak. Their voices were amplified by talismans, but he did not hear a word.

The veteran Pan Sanye slowly came over from the crowd and stood beside Shen Xiuming. There was a scar on his face, which was left by a magic weapon. It was said that it could never be restored. It would cause pain in cold, hot, dry or wet conditions. Pan Sanye did not care. He just had a habit of twitching the corners of his mouth. It was completely unconscious and he never admitted it.

"Her Highness the Princess wants to see you." Pan Sanye whispered, his eyes still looking at the flames burning the corpse and the tablet.

Master Pan San had a reason to survive. He was an old soldier, experienced, brave in battle, and loyal to the princess. When they were escaping together, he helped the disciples of Zhiyong Institute a lot. Shen Xiuming smiled, "If the demon soldiers dare to come again, I will definitely join the battle, but before that, I don't want to touch weapons and armor again." Master Pan San's mouth twitched again. The ice and snow were the most painful time for the wound, much more painful than the moment of being chopped. "It's not about fighting. The demon soldiers dare not come again for a while. I heard that Qi Wushang has not appeared for five days. He is probably dead. His army was torn apart. They either defended the city or fled back to the north. Your Highness hopes to thank you in person." "Thank you for what? To be honest, I didn't fight for her." Shen Xiuming paused for a while, "I fought for myself, for my friends, and for Pangshan. I didn't die, not because I was better than others, but just... I was lucky. "Then go to see Her Highness for your friend. She is as worried about the Taoist priest as you are. "Master Pan San patted Shen Xiuming on the shoulder and turned away.

The funeral was over, the crowd dispersed, and Shen Xiuming saw a few familiar faces, Mu Feihuang and Zhao Dayi from Yelin Town. There were also three other disciples from Zhiyong Institute. None of them greeted each other. The pain and shock of the war still lingered in everyone's heart, and it was not time to talk about it casually.

Shen Xiuming didn't know where to go.

He didn't want to leave the city yet. After thinking for a while, he dragged his injured leg to the inn where the Taoists lived. The door was ajar. He pushed it open. The courtyard was full of white snow, flat and without a single footprint.

Three unicorns lay under the eaves. The male unicorn had lost a horn and a front leg, and they would never recover. For the rest of its life, it would have to lie on the ground most of the time.

The female unicorn and the little unicorn flea nestled beside it, one on each side. The male unicorn was seriously injured in order to clear a way for the mother and child to escape. Five days had passed since the war, but it remained alert. It immediately raised its head when it heard the sound. Although it only had one horn, its eyes were sharper than anyone else's. Always be majestic.

Seeing that it was Shen Xiuming, it lowered its head again and looked at the snow on the ground, like a country scholar in deep thought.

The female unicorn did not move, only the flea stared at the door for a while, and found that only Shen Xiuming was there, and let out a sigh like a human in disappointment. Its enthusiasm was gone, and it didn't want to go anywhere except to stay by its father's side, but it still cared about a human, but this human never came back.

The Taoists were obviously not there, and Shen Xiuming did not go in. He looked at Zuo Liuying's room. In his heart, he did not regard the head of the Forbidden Secret Department as a Taoist.

He felt a little fear, and his body trembled involuntarily. The cold suddenly penetrated his skin and bones. He seemed to be standing at the feet of the demon king and the golden giant again, but Zuo Liuying's image was taller and more powerful.

No one wanted to be an ant, but Shen Xiuming was glad that he was as weak as an ant and could not enter the eyes of a high-level Taoist.

He was about to leave when the door of a guest room opened. Zeng Fu walked out from inside and was slightly surprised to see Shen Xiuming, "Who are you? "My name is Shen Xiuming, yes... yes..." Shen Xiuming was unable to answer for a moment. "Oh, I know who you are. You are also from Yelin Town, and you came to Pangshan with Mu Xingqiu and the others." Zeng Fu smiled, walked to the gate of the courtyard on the snow, and stared at Shen Xiuming for a while, "You don't have an inner elixir?" Shen Xiuming blushed, "Well, I'm stupid, I haven't condensed the elixir, and I'm planting flowers in Zhiyong." "It's better to be a little stupid. Taoists are all smart people. Sometimes being too smart will hurt others and yourself." Zeng Fu sighed, and suddenly smiled again, "Can you do me a favor?" "Of course, go ahead." Shen Xiuming was a little flustered. "I'm over 30 years old this year. I don't know anything except speaking for the chief seat. Can you help me find a similar job? No wages, just food is enough." "Ah?" Shen Xiuming was startled, "Are you going to leave the left chief seat?"

"It doesn't count as leaving. When I'm with him, I'm just like a kitten or a puppy. No, not as good as a kitten or a puppy. The leader likes animals but doesn't like people. So, I never count as being by his side. Of course, I'm just like a kitten or puppy." It's not like leaving." Zeng Fu hugged her shoulders and rubbed them twice. She was too thin to withstand the weather. "It's so cold. Look, he stopped helping me keep out the cold before I even walked out of the yard."

Shen Xiuming's trip had no purpose. Facing Zeng Fu's request for help, he couldn't help but feel a little confused, but he quickly came up with an idea, "I can't guarantee that I can help you find a job, but... come with me. ”

Qilin and Zeng Fu were very familiar with each other, and they looked at her together. Flea even stood up, with a hint of confusion in her orange eyes, and quickly lay down again. It will never leave its father again.

Shen Xiuming brought Zeng Fu to the City Guards Mansion, which was the temporary residence of the princess, and they were received immediately.

There was no stove in the princess's room, but it was as warm as spring. Several palace maids and old women were taking care of Zhang Lingsheng's daughter, making her giggle. She didn't know anything, not that her parents were dead, or that an extremely tragic event had happened. The war had ended just five days ago.

Shen Xiuming felt even more uncomfortable in this place, lowering his head and saying nothing. Zeng Fu looked around curiously and saw the princess wearing a veil walking towards her. She said, "There are so many people around you. Shen Xiuming said I could be your maid, but I don't think you need it anymore."

Shen Xiuming was embarrassed. He originally wanted to talk about it later, but he didn't expect Zeng Fu to be so straightforward. The princess did not show the slightest surprise, as if she had already known that there would be such a request, "You are the maid next to the left head of the Forbidden Secret Department, right? If you are willing to stay with me, it will be a heavy gift from God. "

Zeng Fu smiled and fell in love with the princess immediately, but he didn't know what to do yet.

The princess chatted with her for a while and then stood in front of Shen Xiuming. "I invited you here just to say that you are a friend of the King Xisuke's royal family, nothing more."

Shen Xiuming blushed even more, even though he had served as a guard for the princess. He was not used to standing in front of her yet and muttered a few words, even he didn't know what he said.

"Are you going to see the catechumen later?" the princess asked.

Shen Xiuming nodded. He was going to go after all, even if he kept delaying, he still wanted to go, "Your Highness, do you want me to take a message?"

The princess's younger brother Xin Youtao can speak at any time, but she feels that this disciple of Zhiyongsuo is more suitable, "I don't know much about how Taoist priests view death, and I don't know how long a Taoist priest's sadness can last. I hope you can tell Mu Taoist priest: He is still a mortal in his bones, so accept the gift of a mortal and learn how to forget.”

Shen Xiuming bowed and said goodbye. He didn't understand what the princess meant. He felt that Brother Xiao Qiu was an extraordinary person, and he didn't think that forgetfulness was a gift from a mortal.

The snow outside was getting heavier and heavier. Shen Xiuming refused the horse provided by the city governor and walked out of the city dragging his injured leg. After walking a few streets, he looked at the altar standing among the ruins. He suddenly Understand that forgetfulness is indeed a gift, just like he himself is gradually forgetting the death of his younger brother Erliang. He had to forget that he had no inner elixir, he was a mortal, and his fragile body and state of mind could not bear the sorrow and hatred day and night. It was forgetfulness that saved him.

Taoist priests will never forget. The higher their practice, the clearer their memory of the past. Although Mu Xingqiu rarely mentioned it, Shen Xiu clearly knew that the hatred for Erliang's murder had been buried in the hearts of his good friends, and he was only waiting for the moment of revenge. arrival.

How could Mu Xingqiu forget Fangfang?

Shen Xiuming felt extremely sad and even wanted to shed tears, but the coldness of winter froze his eyes. He delayed coming to see Mu Xingqiu because he couldn't stand this sadness. The princess is a smart person, but she is also a mortal, and her advice is of no use to the Taoist priest.

The west city wall had not yet been built, and Shen Xiuming saw the scene outside the city from a distance. He was not the only one. The closer he got to the city gate, the more people on the street, and everyone was looking in the same direction.

There was a person floating above the huge pit next to the city wall. He was hanging in the air and had not moved for five days. Even if the sky was filled with snow, it could not hide his figure.

"Why did General Mu stop there?" A person on the street asked softly, but no one answered.

Shen Xiu clearly knew that w.c he had not completely forgotten the knowledge he had learned at Yangshen Peak. Taoist priests believed that a person's soul would remain with him for seven days after death. The location where Mu Xingqiu was was exactly where Fangfang used the pill-breaking technique.

Shen Xiuming quickened his pace, and suddenly his feet were loosened, and he was lifted into the sky. He turned around and glanced, it was Yang Qingyin, the old lady he had always been afraid of.

Neither of them said anything and flew straight towards Mu Xingqiu.

Shen Xiuming has not yet decided whether to convey the princess's words to Mu Xingqiu, but he has a lot to say, beg, scold, persuade, seduce, anything, as long as it can bring his good friend back from another world, he will They all say it.

The two stopped opposite Mu Xingqiu. Shen Xiuming didn't like the feeling of his feet dangling in the air. He was always afraid that he would fall. But today he was not afraid because Mu Xingqiu, who had closed his eyes silently for five days, actually opened his eyes. Open your eyes.

There was no trace of sadness on Mu Xingqiu's face. He even smiled slightly at Shen Xiuming and Yang Qingyin, and said in a low voice: "She is nearby. I listened to her voice. She told me many interesting things."

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