Let’s Chat About The Guy Who Entered The Book To Chase After Me

Regardless of Chu Lian's dissatisfaction, Ye Shengge's apprenticeship plan is set. Then they sealed the demon's horn that day and left the town, leaving only an agreement to come back two years later.

From spring to autumn, the dumb girl held the baby in her arms and waited silently.

Wen Xuan quietly looked at her waiting figure until the day she died. He wasn't sure how long it was, but at least that day, he had never seen Ye Shengge again.

In the snow, Wen Xuan slowly opened his eyes.

Jian Jian shook his palm, "Brother."

Wen Xuan did not respond immediately, as if his mind was still immersed in the illusion. After a moment, he gradually returned to reality, blinked his eyes, and sighed softly, "So it is."

It is naturally impossible for him to see Ye Shengge again, because Ye Shengge has already fallen. Just fifty years ago, between those two years.

This illusion made Wen Xuan understand many things.

Why did a half-demon's son eventually become a disciple of Shui Yunzong, why Chu Lian clearly disliked him but still accepted him as a disciple, why he found in his own body the thoughts left by others, and why he has a demon Bloodline could not find a little demon, everything was answered in this past.

The center of all causes is that person, Ye Shengge.

Wen Xuan froze her lips, feeling a dull pain in her heart. Ye Shengge is the name of a real man. He has heard about it for many years, and has regretted the fall of this person, but this is the first time that he has been deeply heartbroken for this matter.

He used to think that he was a very distant person. He never thought that they had been so close. He never thought that they might have a discipleship. The demon seal and the deduction of the exercises are all things Ye Shengge has done for his apprentice who will be accepted.

However, Ye Shengge failed to return to this town again. The relationship between apprentice and apprentice has always ended up with the word "almost".

"So it is." Wen Xuan sighed again, as if to take away this sorrow to take away the grief in her heart.

Then he left from Jian Jian's shoulder and stood up.

"Brother, are you going back?" Jian Jian asked him.

Wen Xuan nodded.

When Jian Jian looked at him like this, he was inevitably a little worried, "Is that all right?"

Wen Xuan smiled and set his sights on that town. "The only reason I didn't want to go back was because I didn't know how to face them."

Whenever he thought of the blood of the demon that day, his guilt and guilt kept him out of breath. But his previous feelings towards the townspeople were far more than that.

In addition to guilt, it was his mother's death that made him unable to let go.

Whose mother died in the end? If the mother really died to protect him, or because of the wrath of the townspeople, is he qualified to mention hatred to those people? This is an unsolved question. Whether he hates it or not, he is subject to moral torture. Fortunately, he doesn't need to really face this problem, because what the old man Qian said is not all true.

Although the townspeople did anger their mothers and hated Wen Xuan, they were not the cause of their deaths.

Ye Shengge intentionally accepted Wenxuan as an apprentice. Before leaving, he would naturally consider the life of the mother and son in those two years. He had given his mother a lot of money, and had asked the townspeople to put down their hatred and treat them kindly. In the eyes of the townspeople, the two monks who beheaded the demon were like gods, so even if they were unwilling, they always resisted the hatred of their hearts and never did anything to kill them because of hatred.

The facts are much simpler and more ironic than Wen Xuan originally intended.

The cause of his mother's death was actually the money Ye Shengge gave. The money was known only to her and her two brothers. When the two brothers saw the fortune of the money, at first they were concerned that Ye Shengge might return at any time. After being dormant for a while, they could not help but killed her.

Thinking of his mother's final death, Wen Xuan felt cold. Most people are kinder than he thought, but there are always people who are a hundred times more vicious than he can imagine. This hate was finally clear and clear, without any impurities.

"The two people," Wenxuan asked, "what happened later?"

Hearing briefly what he was asking, he shrugged immediately, "Dead."

Wen Xuan turned her eyes and looked at Jian Jian's face.

"This matter, if you ask the people in the town, you will know it as soon as you ask." Jian Jian told him, "Soon after that, they didn't know whether it was a thief's guilty conscience or what, and ran into the mountain with that money. , And then died in the mountains unexplained. "

"Unknown?"

"It is said," Jian Jian said these two words, paused, and then continued, "It was the female ghost who demanded his life."

Wen Xuan immediately drew a corner of his mouth, "If that's the case, that would be great."

But then, the hatred that Wen Xuan had just ignited was nowhere to be found. He couldn't help but sigh again, "but he didn't even give me a chance to get revenge."

"This shows that she doesn't want you to spend time on things like revenge." Jian Jian also got up, stood beside Wen Xuan, and looked at the town with Wen Xuan. "Brother, your mother, I hope you Can live more freely and happily. "

Hearing this sentence, thinking of the figure who always protects himself in the illusion, Wen Xuan's heart felt like a warm stream flowing. He raised his hand and patted Jian Jian twice. "Thank you, Brother Jian."

After speaking, Wen Xuan stepped forward and took him to the town.

Now the facts are clear, Wen Xuan also has only simple guilt to those townspeople. Although he was still out of breath, he knew how to deal with it.

"Thank you very much this time," said Lu Xuan. "The past you showed me is really important to me. Really, I can't thank you enough."

Simple lowered her head and smiled shyly.

"But you still don't have to do this kind of thing in the future." Wen Xuan's next sentence was this.

Simple looked at it in the past.

"When I broke into your room in the afternoon, you were doing this." Wen Xuan turned his head and met his gaze. "This has a great impact on your body, right?"

Jian Yi looked away, avoiding this sight, "Also ... okay ..."

Three words, the more he spoke, the lower his voice, and in the end it was almost inaudible.

"Don't do it again." Wen Xuan was firm and could not be refuted. "This is just one example, not the next."

There was no way to make it simple, and I had to churn my lips, "I see."

While talking, the town was already in sight. At this time, the sky was already bright, and a faint white light appeared from the sky, and the townspeople who got up early had begun to walk to the fields.

The Sun Dao who had been with them before, only found that they were missing, and rushed out of the house in a hurry. Before they could find it in the town, they saw them walking along the road together.

Sun Daoren was relieved. He was going to meet and say hello. He saw the atmosphere between the two people, but he was still stunned.

It was an atmosphere that was difficult to describe. The two obviously walked side by side, but it made people feel as if something was flowing slowly between them, sticky and greasy, and could not allow others to step in.

This strange feeling left Sun Daoren for a while. Until the two had reached the house from the road, they greeted him.

After Sun Taoren nodded and responded, the two finally separated and walked to their own houses. Sun Taoren was a little puzzled, thinking that the strange feeling before was his illusion, but at this time he looked back, saw the two of them look at each other and smiled, and said goodbye.

That look did not know how to describe it, in short, Sun Taoren got goosebumps.

Sun Daoren remembered Wen Wenxuan ’s disappearance in the Snow Mountain before, and he found out that he was in a state of simplification. He realized afterwards that it was not an ordinary teacher ’s response to his brother. He rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, quickly avoided the two, and went straight back to his house.

After returning to the house, Wenxuan took a short rest and went out again.

He went back to the old money man. It was still early at this time, but the old man Qian was so old, but he had already got up.

"What else is happening with this Taoist?" He was a little surprised, but not surprised, about Wen Xuan's visit again. He glanced twice at Wen Xuan. "Is it possible that I answered your question yesterday, it was not clear enough. ? "

In fact, through careful experience, he can see that although his attitude towards Wenxuan is quite polite, he has no respect in his tone, even with a bit of sharp irony.

Wen Xuan didn't answer, but just watched the old man for a while.

There was an idea in his mind. Since Ye Shengge explained before leaving, these townspeople should be prepared for the way he would be led to practice the road. Well, for this man who suddenly came to inquire about the old things of the past, the old man in front of him may already have his own judgment.

Wen Xuan didn't ask anything to verify this guess. He just stood there quietly for a moment, then bent his knees, knelt down on the ground, and scratched his head.

The old man was shocked and patted his palm on the chair, almost jumping from the chair. But just after that moment, the old man calmed down and sat down firmly in the chair again, steadily receiving this kneeling, without any intention to stop it.

Like Wen Xuan kneeling without a word, he just looked at it without a word.

Until Wenxuan finally left, they had no further communication.

After leaving the old man's house, Wen Xuan went to another house next to him. This time he didn't knock on the door, but just stood on the street, facing the family, kneeling on the ground, and scratching his head.

Next is the next.

Wenxuan was like this, walking from the head of the town to the end of the town. There are more than a hundred households in the town. Most people don't know who he is and what the relationship is with the town. Many of them don't even know what happened in this town fifty years ago. But Wen Xuan came all the way, every family kneeling, every house worshiped, not even one fell.

From early morning to noon, everyone saw such a strange move by this Taoist. They gave pointers and talked about it, and almost no one knew what Wen Xuan was doing.

But what does it matter, Wenxuan knows it.

When kneeling down the last house, even if it was the body of a monk, Wen Xuan's knee already had some pain. He breathed a sigh of relief, finally ending it all, and slowly walked towards his residence.

Unexpectedly, on the way back, he met the old man with money again. The old man stood with a cane in the middle of the road, and seemed to be walking or waiting for him.

"Does it make sense?" Qian Qiang squeezed the crutch tightly. "So, you are satisfied? Happy? Freed?"

Wen Xuan nodded and saluted him, and did not answer.

"Do you think you can repay your sins by doing this?" Qian Qian struck the cane heavily and made a loud noise. "Do you think you can be forgiven?

Wen Xuan looked up and said a word.

He said, "I have no sin."