Fool, he's not stupid anymore.
Two days later, Xiao Cha, with a big bump on his head, leisurely pulled a chair and ran to the yard to bask in the sun.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the eagle hanging high in the sky. Then he realized something and teased the rooster in his arms who was resting with his eyes closed. He said with a smile, "Why are you still staying in my house and eating for free every day?"
The rooster didn't move, but buried its head deeper into Xiao Cha's wrist.
"Coo."
Xiao Song had just finished chopping firewood and was carrying it to the corner to pile it up. After doing all this, he stood up, picked up the towel hanging around his neck, wiped his forehead casually, and looked at the young man in the yard with a doting look on his lips.
He had noticed the changes in Xiao Cha over the past few days. His brother had become more and more normal, and his heart was filled with passion for life.
*
In Baishi City, one of the three major cities at the foot of Liuli Sect Mountain, which is eighteen miles away from Qinyuan Village, there is a brothel that embodies the style of luxury.
The pavilion was built on a lotus pond, and the ground was made of high-quality black iron stone, forming a solid foundation. The wooden pillars in the lobby were specially made of golden sandalwood, and black bamboo was wrapped around the golden sandalwood. The pavilion was so large, and the stairs turned like a maze. If someone wanted to enter the pavilion without someone to guide them, it would not be uncommon for them to get lost and starve to death.
The girls and boys inside are all very handsome. The business of this brothel is not about sex, but about elegance.
Even if one does not understand music, as long as he hears the music played by the young lady and the young master, he will forget all his worries in life, and some may even be triggered to gain insights.
Everyone says that being in a brothel is incomparable to being a god or an emperor.
However, even though it is such a famous brothel, rumors have been circulating in the city for many years, but no one knows who the owner of this brothel that has grown out of nowhere is.
Yan Yuebai was dressed in plain clothes, standing outside the pavilion, with lively laughter in his ears.
This time, the purpose of coming here was not to "see an old friend" as Lin Xingwan wrote, but to "search for him".
She was absolutely sure that this time she would see what she wanted to see.
As I entered the pavilion, a lady in red came forward.
"The pavilion is already full of guests, please come back tomorrow."
Words that drive people away are said in a euphemistic way.
Yan Yuebai pinched his hands, intending to bewitch the red-clothed lady's mind, but at this moment he felt that the attic was covered by something, and his spiritual power could not be used here.
"Madam, please come in." The lady in red smiled and stretched out her hand to gesture towards the door.
Outside, please?
Yan Yuebai sensed something strange in her words, so he pretended to be obedient and walked out.
But just as he took a step toward the door.
I actually stepped into a fantasy world in this attic.
Things are reversed in the illusion.
Yan Yuebai summoned his sword, turned around as if he had sensed something, and flew up the stairs to the south.
After a while, a small house appeared in front of her.
The door was open. It seemed that the owner of this room knew about Yan Yuebai's arrival early on.
"My dear disciple, you left without saying goodbye many years ago. Why don't you come out to meet your master after such a long time?" Yan Yuebai stepped into the house, and the sword under her feet turned into a ray of light and disappeared between her eyebrows.
Yan Yuebai stood with his hands behind his back and noticed a black-haired man sitting in the side hall of the room.
The black-haired man's white knuckles pressed the small beads on the abacus. He lowered his head and his expression could not be seen clearly. His hair had not been taken care of in a long time, and the ends of his hair were scattered on the ground when he wore it as a shawl. He was wearing a dark black robe, which made him look particularly gloomy. The room also emitted a faint sandalwood scent, adding a hint of death.
Yan Yuebai was used to seeing her former rebellious eldest disciple, and she almost couldn't recognize the black-haired man now.
Unable to help, her tone was filled with a hint of disgust, "How did you get yourself into this state?"
After saying that, Yan Yuebai found a seat opposite the black-haired man and sat down.
"Song Liubai."
Song Liubai didn't raise his head from the abacus, but just made a hoarse "hmm" sound in his throat.
Yan Yuebai frowned with worry. She didn't know what happened in the fairyland eighteen years ago that made Song Liubai disappear "cleanly" for eighteen years. The path to immortality was originally a bright future, but now he was so decadent that he indulged himself in the romantic world.
Yan Yuebai placed a hand on Song Liubai's wrist without giving him any room to refuse, "Why is it still the Nascent Soul stage?"
"Hengyuan Sect can do without Second Uncle, but the path to immortality cannot be without a kid named Song Liubai!" Yan Yuebai suppressed the anger in his chest and cursed directly: "Song Liubai, so many years have passed, who are you angry with? Are you angry about not saving Yan Meiqian and Xiao Cha from the hands of that monster Bai Changqing?"
"The affairs of the fairyland have long been over. Cultivating immortality is a personal matter. If you get too involved with others, your heart of Tao will eventually be damaged. Let it go."
"Come back with me to the sect and take over the leadership."
"Crackle—"
The abacus in Song Liubai's hand made a dull sound, and he did not respond at all to Yan Yuebai's painstaking persuasion.
Seeing this, Yan Yuebai could only sigh, waved his sleeves, walked to the door, and said, "It's okay if you don't go back, but don't hide yourself so deeply. Your fellow disciples in the sect are also worried."
The words fell.
Yan Yuebai had already disappeared at the door.
Song Liubai was left alone in the room, obsessed with the abacus.
Not long after, Song Liubai raised his forehead woodenly. He saw that after so many years, his face had not shown any signs of aging due to his cultivation. He was just a little older than he was eighteen years ago, and his handsome eyebrows and eyes were even more mysterious and profound.
But his eyes were already stained black, with red bloodshot all over the whites of his eyes. He didn't know how long he hadn't had a good rest. Then he suddenly swept the abacus to the door frame.
Song Liubai's uncontrolled roar mixed with sobs could be heard from inside the room. "Why are you asking me to let go of the past... I can't let go, I can't let go!!!"
Song Liubai swallowed and suddenly calmed down.
He looked at the door that Yan Yuebai walked out of, and said in a hoarse voice with a trembling end: "Master, I just can't turn over my own page. The word "Xiao Cha" is so insignificant, but it has been engraved in my bones for eighteen years..."
After a long time.
There was a faint rustling sound outside the door.
Song Liubai stood up and cleaned up the mess in the room. The abacus had been thrown and was already in tatters, with bluestone jade scattered all over the floor. "Come in."
A tall and straight man knelt at the doorway. He was wearing a green and pink robe made of fine materials, which outlined his charming waist. The pink jade hairpin at his ear softened his sharp eyebrows. He said gently, "Master, according to your last instructions, I have secretly issued a hunting order to each sect. However, since that demon Bai Changqing appeared in the southern territory of Liuli Sect three months ago, he has disappeared without a trace."
Song Liubai tapped his fingers lightly on the table. His eyes darkened as he pondered, like a black panther waiting in the dark for its prey. After a moment, he said softly, "It's just the Liuli Sect. You're afraid that the Qing'an Pavilion won't be able to hold you back. Why don't you search it?"
"I, Liu Er, am able to survive because of the grace of my lord. It's not that I don't dare, but the Liuli Sect has not yet surrendered to my Qing'an Pavilion. Nangong Ye is also in charge of the sect. If I intervene forcibly, I'm afraid this layer of paper will be torn apart, and it will end in a life-and-death situation." Liu Er spoke sincerely.
Song Liubai chuckled towards the sky. He was not laughing at anything else but at the idiocy of his subordinates.
Liu Er lowered his head even lower. "Master, I may have been careless. Please give me some advice."
Song Liubai tilted his head, casually focusing his gaze on Liu Er, and said, "The Liuli Sect is now firmly in the forefront of the hundred immortal sects. Even if it is torn apart, it will give the Qing'an Pavilion a sense of prestige in the eyes of those who have not yet come out of the world. Of course, it would be great if we could capture Nangong Ye single-handedly. Have those subordinates been trained?"
"Well, the breakthrough has been very fast in the past few months." Liu Er nodded and reported.
"Then let them go."
"yes."
*
In the afternoon in the mountain countryside, the temperature in the forest is still chilly.
In order to have firewood at home, Xiao Song would go to the mountains outside the town almost every day to search for firewood. If there was no food at home, he would come here to try his luck and see if he could hunt.
Xiao Song originally wanted Xiao Cha to rest at home for half a day, but he could not resist Xiao Cha's insistence, so he brought everyone to the forest together.
Xiao Song pulled out the hatchet from his waist, and chopped the weeds diagonally at the waist with a few strokes. Then he put the coat he had prepared before going out on top of it. In a short while, a simple cushion was made.
Xiao Song patted the cushion, raised his hand and called out to Xiao Cha, "Brother, come and sit down."
Xiao Cha took a few steps forward and saw the calluses on Xiao Song's hands from years of hard work. He subconsciously felt the palm of his hand, which was smooth and delicate without any roughness. He pinched his arm carefully and found it soft, which showed that he was a person who did not work much.
"Brother, let me help you." Xiao Cha did not choose to sit down and just watch.
Xiao Song's ears were not very good, and he could only hear a little. He seemed not to hear the boy's words and did not even raise his head.
Seeing this, Xiao Cha raised her voice even higher, "Brother!!"
Xiao Song paused, looking up in disbelief. He looked into Xiao Cha's eyes, a hint of disbelief in them. "What did you call me just now?"
Xiao Cha was shocked by Xiao Song's reaction and didn't know how to react for a moment. It was not until she saw the tears in Xiao Song's eyes that she suddenly realized.
Xiao Song was born as a "fool" who never cried or laughed, so he was ostracized by the villagers in the first half of his life. He also had a stupid younger brother at home, so there was no one to talk to Xiao Song. In addition, his ears were deaf, so he could hear few sounds and no one listened to what he said.
Now that he had called out to his brother who had been absent for several years, it was normal for Xiao Song to react strongly.
Xiao Cha picked up the hatchet that had fallen to the ground, pointed at himself and then at Xiao Song, "Brother!"
Xiao Song looked at the young man in front of him. The shape of his lips showed that he had been looking forward to it for a long time. The sadness that he had suppressed for a long time immediately surged in his heart, but he was concerned about his face. He felt that it was too embarrassing to shed tears in front of Xiao Cha, so he turned around.
"Let's go. Let's not collect firewood today. Let's go hunting rabbits instead."
Xiao Song took a few steps, then suddenly stopped. He turned around and looked at Xiao Cha and said, "Let's go. I'm still used to it. You walk ahead of me."
What does this sentence mean.
Xiao Cha understood that it was not easy to raise a silly child. Although the rope on his body was gone, the bond between the two had not disappeared.
Xiao Cha nodded and took a few steps forward. He pulled Xiao Song's clothes and they walked together.
After entering the forest, the road was rugged and ups and downs. Xiao Cha's body could not keep up with Xiao Song's pace, so he stayed at the foot of the mountain to pick up firewood and wait for Xiao Song.
Before Xiao Cha went up the mountain, someone specially gave Xiao Cha a packet of powder medicine, saying that it could help her avoid mosquitoes in the mountains, and then she hid in the woods.
“Gugugugu…”
On the way here, a rooster followed stealthily. When it saw the young man who was alone, it immediately approached him.
Xiao Cha tripped over something and realized when the rooster followed him.
He put his hands on his hips and wondered, "Why did you follow me?"
Could it be that he has gained spiritual intelligence?
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