Museum of Demons Chapter 247

The Zhuge family finally broke through the blockade of the rebel army.

The indifferent Taoist leaned on the bamboo pole, his face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were blood flowing.

He looked at the frustrated teenager next to him, stretched out his hand, rubbed the child's soft black hair like the teacher opened the corner, and then untied the simple but clean enough robe, shaking his hand, and did not look at it, let the robe Covering the two girls, covering the exposed half of the shoulders.

With a big thank you, he pushed the younger sister next to him.

The girl with soft eyebrows and clean temperament was stunned.

The tip of the nose still has a trace of blood, but the light and thick herbal aroma on the robe makes people feel calm for some reason, and subconsciously stretches out his hand to pinch the robe and wraps the body tightly. The delicate mosquitoes thanked him. A pair of eyes looked at the Taoist.

The Taoist coughed forward and said:

"Need to hurry up immediately."

"Can't stop."

Because of Liu Beijun's appearance, and also because Yuan finally didn't cover himself at this time.

With the judgment honed in the battle, he can avoid danger and kill the enemy if necessary.

They successfully arrived in Jingzhou. Here, a teenager who was still a child and had a child-like character shut himself up. It took a long time before he came out. He no longer looked at the breeze and bright moon, no longer had fun, and even Julian There are very few Fuqin.

Instead, start to learn those real world governance.

In such days, the only fluctuation is that the young second sister, because of what the Taoist did that day, seems to have a good impression of that Taoist, but the Taoist eyes are always calm, and such a peaceful life, and Ended after a few years.

Zhuge Xuan passed away.

They had to go to Longzhong to live in seclusion again.

Although Yuan is the oldest, Zhuge Liang, a sixteen-year-old boy at the time, is already taller than the Taoist who watched him grow up. His appearance has grown a bit longer, and he has both the youthful vigor and youthful handsomeness. , Browsing, studying with friends all day.

Among them, Mr. Sima Hui, Mr. Shui Jing, and Mr. Pound are naturally highly respected.

The latter's son Pang Tong and the young Zhuge were quite congenial, and later Xu Shu. At that time, Yuan would occasionally discuss many truths with the people living in seclusion there, but in fact only those few people would agree with him.

But this year, someone came to visit again.

In fact, when the man's Qi machine approached, Yuan had already noticed it, because it was extremely similar to the female Qi machine he saw on the mountain outside Langya when he was a boy. It belongs to the air of the plateau and there is no way to forget it. .

He thought of what the woman had said.

Will come to ask him that question again.

The Taoist, who was no longer immature at this moment, looked peaceful, and put down the scroll in his hand.

The ballistic gown was played.

Get up to welcome the guests.

He opened the door, and the sunlight was flowing from the cracks in the leaves. Outside the door was not a graceful woman, but a girl who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a cool and quiet temperament, dressed in simple and elegant clothes in blue and white, like nine days. The high wind hovering above.

Tassels hung from the girl's waist.

On the top is a white jade, next to the white jade is half a Qin dynasty pull finger.

When walking, the voice is clear and crisp.

Before the girl knocked on the door, she opened the door directly when she saw Yuan, a trace of surprise and confusion flashed through her eyes, as if she didn't know what she would do next, and then she quickly calmed her emotions with a hint of politeness. And the alienated smile, nodded slightly, and said:

"My name is Jue, and Shuangyu is Jue."

She paused, remembering the question asked by Queen Mother Xi.

So, in this long secluded place, distant mountains, running water, and breeze, there are elegant girls on the doorway, and Taoists with the smell of medicine on the other side of the door. One stands by the door, and the other with long sleeves turns slightly. The gentle and quiet voice asked:

"I don't know you, do you remember the appointment of the year?"

Yuan naturally recalled what happened back then.

Thinking of what the graceful woman asked when she went down the mountain.

Unexpectedly, if the woman didn't come by herself, did she let her daughter come?

Really persistent.

Even the Taoist with a deep mood was a little helpless, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Suddenly, he felt that this woman was really cautious, so she had to invite the still cramped girl into the house, but before asking a few words, there was a knock on the door. Sounded.

Yuan went to open the door.

Outside the door is a girl with gentle eyebrows and a coarse cloth Jingchai that can't conceal the scent of books.

The tone was soft and gentle: "I heard that Brother Yuan, you have friends here."

"I'll bring some snacks."

Yuan took the snack and thanked him. After the girl left, Jue, who went down the mountain alone for the first time, looked at the Taoist in front of her curiously. She could see that the girl should have a good impression of the Taoist in front of her, but she Seeing that person's eyes were dark.

It is said that the heart is like still water, but the person in front of him is almost like a dead water.

I don't know what happened.

At this time, Tiannv Jue seemed to have noticed something, she smiled apologetically, stretched out her hand, took out the hairpin, and made a slight stroke in the void, so it seemed as if a stream of wind was blooming, and several more women appeared directly here.

Although they look different in appearance, they are all similar in temperament to the graceful woman back then.

The Jue and the Taoist in front of him looked at each other and asked:

"So, do you regret it now?"

The Taoist shook his head and answered the girl's question: "No regrets."

Jue knew the experience of the Taoist in front of him, and looked at the dull eyes with some curiosity. One of the women said with emotion: "It's really weird. I just went to see the wife of Zhuge Liang. He looks very, very ordinary, he is so good-looking, why not find a great beauty?"

"Because he is good-looking enough."

The Taoist replied plainly: "If you still plan to find a beautiful woman, it's better to look in the mirror yourself."

"Only being able to compete can make him less boring in the future."

Several goddesses looked at this man in amazement.

The Taoist's mouth twitched and said, "He said it himself."

And in the afternoon of that day, Zhuge Liang, who rushed back after hearing the news, was carrying the qin and sitting directly on the big rock outside the Taoist's door, singing the qin loudly:

"The moon rises brightly, the outstanding people are stubborn, Shu Yao is correct, and the effort is quiet."

Then he sang loudly: "Guanguan Jujiu, in the state of the river. Fairy lady, good gentleman."

The tune is melodious, and the singing voice is high and clear.

Jue was a little at a loss.

This bastard.

The Taoist twitched his forehead, got up, and said politely, "Please wait a moment."

He stepped out, picked up the medicine **** next to him, thought for a while, and replaced it with the nine-section stick.

This one pulls up smoothly.

The triumphant teenager sat cross-legged in the sunset, winking.

Yuan drew out the nine scepter and started to hit it up.

The boy turned and ran.

It's a pity that Yuan is not physically strong. Where can he catch up with that young man? Only the young man was carrying the piano and ran in front of him with a smile. He smiled and asked, "Yuan, who are those? Could it be that he belongs to your heart? , Did you reject my second sister? If this is the case, I can ask Mr. Shui Jing and Duke Pound to ask for marriage on their behalf."

"How?"

Yuan leaned on the nine-section staff, leaning on his waist to breathe, and said:

"You, come here and give me a hand."

The young man hesitated in his heart for a long time, and then he drew closer. Finally, he was grabbed by Yuan and took a good meal. He took his back collar and told him what a gentleman is Shenyan. When the two returned, what A young girl has left.

Under the moonlight, only the youngest Jue was still there. He turned around and nodded with a smile:

"Then, Master Dao, Master Zhuge, take goodbye."

"That question, I will come to ask you again."

"We, see you later."

Yuan looked at the girl, nodded, and said, "See you later."

These women who didn't know who they were left, and Nanyang's days went on without any haste. In the end, the young second sister left Nanyang and married Pang De Gong's son, Pang Shanmin, that day. , Taoist only sent a medicine sachet for deworming, and the girl with soft brows sent back an old but clean Taoist robe.

The young man was silent that day, just saying: "Master Yuan, why?"

The Taoist stroked the fine stitches on the Taoist robe, and he couldn't hear the voice authentically:

"The world is uncertain."

"Why home?"

"Besides, you know my body, but I don't know when it will die."

"Naturally cannot drag others down."

The boy was silent for a long time, pursed his lips, and said, "Don't worry."

"I will support you in old age."

"My son and grandson will also have your incense."

"As for your drag... it's not a drag, you just live your life."

"When you are old, I will take care of you."

The young man turned and left, with extremely heavy footsteps. Slowly, there were only three people left in Nanyang, including him, Zhugejun, and the Taoist. In this calm, until that day, the man reappeared in Yuan and Zhuge. In his life.

That was once the young ranger who listened to Yuan's youth about the wishes of the people at the bottom.

The person who once blocked Cao Mengde has already gained fame in the world.

The twenty-seven-year-old youth told Yuan and solemnly said, "I'm going to help him."

Yuan was silent, and said in a harsh tone: "He has only a few people and wanders about."

"No!"

He paused, his voice softened, and comforted: "Your talent is rare in my life."

"If you practice with peace of mind, you will definitely become the founder of a school, a true cultivation that is rare in a thousand years."

"But if you enter the world, there will definitely be a scourge of death."

Therefore, the young man hesitated for a long time, but in the end he decided to go out of the mountain under the repeated invitation of the hero. Yuan was sick and could only watch him leave, and Nanyang was the only one left with him and him. Zhuge Jun, while he watched the young man go away, in a daze, he suddenly remembered something almost thirty years ago.

At that time, the young Taoist with dimples on the corner of his mouth smiled and said to him.

When he went down the mountain, his teacher once said that he could not get close to Bing Ge and Qi Luck.

Otherwise, there will be a disaster, and as long as you practice with peace of mind, you will have a thousand years of true cultivation.

And now,

The child who once listened to the story told by the master persuaded his disciple.

And the disciple did not obey him either.

Stepped into the world.

"Yuan, don't worry."

"Although the world is chaotic, I will definitely be able to stabilize the Li people. When that time comes, I will come back to Nanyang and will not be an official. We will be self-sufficient here~www.mtlnovel.com~Fuqin, and continue to have a big dream in the afternoon. You should be old by then~www.mtlnovel.com~ He smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, I will take care of you. "

He waved his hand.

Then turned his head and drifted away.

PS: Today, there are three thousand four hundred words, please polish it for a long time... Hold your fist, thank Alcand for 50,000 starting coins~

Regarding how Zhuge Wuhou was like, when I came here personally, I trusted the historical records, but I would not over speculate with my own judgment, and I would trust the reactions of the people of the time.

The appraisal reliability of contemporaries is stronger than that of later generations, and the appraisal reliability of Shu people is stronger than that of other countries.

The responses of people without political stances and no family interests are more valuable.

Ji Han is dead, and the people of Shu area spontaneously worship Wuhou, the incense is endless for two thousand years, the world's emperors, generals, and ministers, who else can do this, if this is unpopular, what else is it? The people on this land are mostly simple. You are kind to me, I remember... If this is also possible by power and conspiracy, can the two span two thousand years?

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