Chapter 4 Murong Qiushui After saying this, the big man waved his hand and disappeared immediately under Li Guan's skin. He looked around, but couldn't find any trace, so he nodded and said loudly: "Then I will be here at midnight." Only a hollow echo was left, and it was confirmed that even if the big man was still here, he would not show up. After Li Guanyi stayed outside for two times, he returned home. Their home in Guan Yicheng was actually an old small courtyard. Li Guanyi slowed down, lighting a fire with long-chopped firewood, and washing rice for cooking. The smoke rose, and the aroma of rice gradually spread. After the rice was cooked, he fried two vegetarian dishes. Today was the time for meat dishes, so he stewed an old hen for himself and steamed egg custard. . There was no need for Li Guanyi to shout, the wooden door creaked, and a woman with a pale face but a lively expression walked out holding the door. Li Guanyi's aunt. For the first eight years of these ten years, he has been taking care of Li Guanyi's close relatives. Two years ago, the injuries and illnesses on his body broke out and he collapsed. At that time, Li Guanyi, who was ten years old, relied on the mathematical foundation he still had in his previous life to earn some loose money by doing accounting for others. He would do it after he came back from work every day. The food is all because of the care taken by my aunt for the past eight years.
The human heart is made of flesh, and those eight years of hard work were rewarded with these two years of careful care. Li Guanyi still remembers the first time when the toxin broke out, and he was so painful that he felt dizzy. When the pain reaches this level, it's like an epileptic patient. Be careful to bite off your tongue when in severe pain. The child's five senses are more acute. He was only three or four years old at that time, and he could feel the fine fuzz on the petals on the skin of his palms. I could smell the fragrance of spring flowers in the wind, so I fainted from the pain. It's like falling into a bottomless abyss, like missing something in a dream, but it keeps falling. He vaguely felt that someone was holding his palm, and warm liquid was flowing into his mouth, like a scalding river of flames, slowly suppressing the cold and severe pain, and then Li Guanyi fainted. He fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up, the wind blew through the treetops, and Beichen hung high in the blue sky, chilling and cold. He rested his head on his aunt's knees, raised his head and saw the woman's warm eyes, and saw the bloody tooth marks on her wrists. , feeling the rusty smell of blood in his mouth. At that time, his aunt was taking him with him on a galloping horse. She found that he fell off the horse and fell on the grass after he fell ill. She felt sorry for him and was reluctant to use the cloth. She only used her own wrist to stuff Li Guanyi's mouth. Li Guanyi's play When it hurt, I tried my best to bite it, which resulted in a big wound. Fortunately, the artery was not damaged. The warmth in the severe pain was my aunt's blood. He raised his head at that time and saw the stars hanging behind the beautiful woman. She smiled slightly and asked him if he was feeling better? Starlight and moonlight shone on her face from the tops of the big trees, and the shadows of the trees were swaying. Her wrists were still injured, but she was still smiling. She touched the child's eyebrows and sang the song "Eastern Land". Mothers sing songs to put their children to sleep. Li Guanyi slept well that night. Those were all memories of the past. Now, twelve-year-old Li Guanyi filled a bowl of soup for the pale woman, put it away carefully, and handed over a pair of chopsticks. The woman with the soft eyebrows took a sip of soup and smiled: "The food cooked by Li Nu'er is still delicious, and my cooking skills are much better than those of my aunt." Li Guan raised his eyebrows. Li Guanyi's nickname is Li Guanyi. Many children from official families often add "nu" after their nickname. This is not an insult. Wang Xianzhi's nickname was an official slave. In his previous life, Liu Yu, Emperor Wu of the Southern Song Dynasty, had a nickname of "Jinu", which was just "Linu". Even more intimate. The raccoon slave is a cat, a raccoon cat. Calling him this way is like calling him a kitten when his elders were young. Li Guanyi once said seriously that he was no longer young and should not use such a name, but instead he was Aunt teased and called Li Nuer in an affectionate tone for three days. He had known that his aunt's character was not as gentle as she seemed. After these years of getting along with each other, Li Guanyi already knew how to deal with his aunt. He just lowered his head, chopsticks flying, and kept busy with the rice, which made the woman feel bored. Fortunately, Li Guanyi's cooking was indeed good. Although not as good as those famous chefs who put in the effort. But the wood-burning stove is hot and the pot is full of gas. The hens are still pecking at the vegetables in the morning. The vegetables in the village outside the city are still covered with morning dew this morning. The fried meals are always very good and have a solid texture. Feeling full and full, Li Guanyi put away the dishes. My aunt's health is getting worse and worse, and Li Guanyi has recently stopped letting her do these chores.
After finishing these trivial things, Li Guanyi took off a piano from the wall of a small wooden house as usual, and then started to play the piano under the guidance of the woman. The sound of the piano was melodious, sometimes clear and exciting, and it was quite There is heat. When her aunt discovered that Li Guan had matured at a young age, she began to teach him how to play the piano. Chess, calligraphy and painting. Even during these years of moving around, there was no interruption. She said that she was not proficient in martial arts, and she could only play these well. Li Guanyi learned 30% to 50% of the fire degree. How can he support himself by the music of the piano in the future? It is really not possible. My slave son is good-looking, plays chess, calligraphy and painting. It's all right, you can be tougher even if you eat some soft rice. Li Guanyi emphasized that he was going to support both of us, so my aunt just smiled and reached out to ruffle his hair. This piano was always carried by my aunt. The body of the piano was straight and the sound was clear and clear. However, the end was burnt black. It looked like it had been rescued from a fire scene. While playing the piano, the aunt held a book and huddled quietly on the chair, her eyes slightly closed, her wide cuffs hanging down, revealing a fair but thin wrist. Her whole body seemed to be caged in the robe, which made her look particularly special. Thin and thin, he suddenly heard the wrong note being played and lazily opened his eyes. He gently tapped the book in his hand on the young man's head and said: "I played it wrong, Li Nu'er." "What, are you worried?" Of course, Li Guanyi's heart fluctuated slightly because of the reappearance of the cloud pattern, because the cauldron was about to be filled, and the possibility of curing the poison in his body made his aunt understand. You can't talk about the adventures you took. When you hesitated, your aunt started laughing. She smiled, looking at the boy with her amber eyes. She tapped the hem of Li Guanyi's clothes with the scroll in her hand, and then slid down to tap his knees and trouser legs. She said, "The thing you hate most is washing clothes. You usually take a detour when you see muddy ground, for fear of getting splashed with mud." "Did someone cause trouble at the drugstore?" Auntie leaned back in the chair and held her chin in one hand: "The Huichun Hall has some connections in the government office, and it also employs three martial artists who have mastered physical training." "There are only a few people who can cause trouble in the Huichun Hall and can make you lose your mind. Let me guess, it's because you met our enemies?" Li Guan opened his mouth and sighed helplessly. This woman had been hiding with him for ten years, and her thoughts were very delicate. His cautious character at this time was all due to the influence he had received from his aunt in these ten years. I learned it from my body and said: "I knew I couldn't hide it from you." Then she told the story and hid only the bronze tripod. The woman thought about it and said softly: "The Red Dragon Dharma Prime... learns martial arts at night, if it's him, that's fine." "As for those cloud pattern riders." "We have been here for two years, and we will leave again in a few months. It is better to have less to do than to have more to do. In the future, you should avoid them." "If you are really unlucky and get hit, don't feel angry, it's okay to just bear with it." "The old saying always says, you have to be merciful and merciful, and you can take a step back and take it easy. Especially if you are young, don't fight with others outside..." The woman's voice was gentle and her words of persuasion always reminded Li Guanyi of his mother in his previous life. Every time he traveled far away, his mother would advise him like this: Don't make noises with others outside, just stay away. Young man The person's face couldn't help but soften and dim. Suddenly something was stuffed into his left hand, a piece of silver. Then suddenly there was a hint of coldness. He raised his head and saw a short sword with a scabbard in his aunt's hand. The scabbard was simple. Li Guanyi was slightly startled. His aunt had already pulled out the scabbard. , the blade of the sword is about the length of the forearm, emitting a hazy clear light. The aunt smiled slightly, and with a slight strike, the dagger came down, and a corner of the wooden table was cut off silently. Then she cut it diagonally, and the old iron pot was cut into a ring and fell to the ground, also without any sound. sound. The dagger was densely covered with cloud patterns left by forging, and there were two cipher texts on the front and back. His aunt taught him this kind of inscription. The obverse is Murong, and the two characters on the reverse are Qiu Shui. is the name of the short sword.
It's also my aunt's name. This name always reminds Li Guanyi of the famous Murong family. The Murong family is in the 18th state of Jiangnan. It is the land that Chen State lost twelve years ago, and it is also the direction that they have been hiding and approaching slowly. Murong Qiushui put the dagger in the young man's right hand and said softly: "A man must not live without a palace. If the problem is solved with money, use money and just ask for mercy. There is no shame in it." "Men must not be cruel. If they won't give in, use the sword." Li Guan suddenly realized: "Auntie, didn't you say that old saying, you can be at ease if you endure it, you can avoid the sea and the sky, and it is better to do less than to do more?" He saw his beautiful aunt smiling slightly, pointing her finger between his eyebrows, and said: "I'm a silly raccoon slave, but as the old saying goes." Her voice paused, her eyebrows raised, and her face suddenly brightened: “It’s called Fuck It!” ……………… midnight. Yue Qianfeng was sitting in the mountain temple, biting a chicken leg bone in his mouth, waiting cross-legged. He kept his promise and was waiting for the child here. He had prepared an excellent martial arts technique from the military lineage. As soon as the child came, he would teach him this technique. But will the child come? Suddenly, the auricle moved slightly. Yue Qianfeng's eyes suddenly opened. somebody is coming. It's the enemy! Someone outside lowered his voice and shouted softly: "Shoot the arrow!!!" (End of this chapter)
