Chapter 269 Guarding the Soul

Looking at the snowflakes all over the sky, Shen Xiuming had the same emotion again. War is really an unreasonable thing. The bravest, smartest and most alert people may not survive, and the weak and weak may not only die. Everything It was all accidental and accidental. If he hadn't witnessed the high-level Taoist priest fighting with the giant demon king and controlling the trend of the battlefield, he would have almost believed that there are gods in this world.

Zuo Liuying and Qi Wushang might be gods, but they just don't care about ordinary creatures as much as they imagined. Shen Timing shook his head, driving away useless thoughts from his mind. He would rather just be a gardener or a pure farmer, and never want to go to the battlefield again.

He dragged an injured leg to the military camp in the city, attended the funeral of the fallen soldiers, and tried to delay leaving the city.

In fact, there were only a few corpses left, and most of the dead only had a wooden sign with their name and country written on it. The funeral was short and solemn, and the flames were lit at noon. Shen Xiuming stood at the entrance of the military camp and watched from a distance. The commanders of various countries took turns speaking, and their voices were amplified through the talismans, but he did not listen to a word.

Veteran Pan Sanye slowly walked over from the crowd and stood next to Shen Xiu Ming. He had a scar on his face. It was left by a demonized weapon. It is said that it can never be recovered. Cold, heat, dryness and wetness will cause pain. Mr. Pan didn't care, he just had a habit of twitching the corners of his mouth, which was completely unconscious and he would never admit it.

"Your Highness the Princess wants to see you." Mr. Pan whispered, still looking at the flames burning the corpse and the tablet.

Mr. Pan has reason to live. He is a veteran, experienced, brave in battle, and loyal to the princess. He was of great help to the disciples of Zhiyongsuo when they fled together. Shen Xiuming smiled and said, "If the demon soldiers dare to come again, . I will definitely join the war, but before that, I don’t want to touch weapons and armor anymore.”

The corner of Mr. Pan's mouth twitched again. In the snow and ice, it was the time when the wound hurt the most. It was much more painful than the moment he was slashed. "It's not a matter of war. The demon soldiers won't dare to come again for a while. Listen, He said that Qi Wushang had not shown up for five days and was probably dead. His army was divided and either stayed in the city or fled back to the north. His Highness hopes to express his gratitude to you in person. "

"Thank you for what? To be honest, I didn't fight for her." Shen Xiuming paused for a moment, "I fought for myself, my friends, and Pang Shan. I didn't die, not because I was more powerful than others, just... …Just good luck.

"Then let's go see His Highness for a friend. She is as worried about the catechumens as you are." Mr. Pan patted Shen Xiuming on the shoulder. Turned around and left.

After the funeral was over and the crowd dispersed, Shen Xiuming saw a few familiar faces, Mu Feihuang and Zhao Dayi from Yelin Town. There were also three other disciples from Zhiyongsuo. None of them said hello to each other. The pain and shock of the war still lingered in everyone's hearts, and they were not ready 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 Taoist priests lived. The door is ajar. It opened as soon as it was pushed, and the courtyard was filled with white snow, flat and without a single footprint.

Three-headed unicorns were lying under the eaves. The male unicorn lost one horn and one front leg, which could never be recovered. For the rest of its life, it could only lie on the ground most of the time.

The female unicorn and the little unicorn Flea were clinging to its side. The male unicorn was seriously injured because he was trying to provide a way for mother and child to escape. Five days had passed since the war. It was still alert and raised its head immediately when it heard the sound. Although he only had one horn, his gaze was more majestic than ever.

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

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

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

He felt a trace of fear, and his body trembled involuntarily. The cold suddenly penetrated his skin. 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 wants to be an ant, but Shen Xiuming is glad that he is as weak as an ant and cannot enter the eyes of a high-level Taoist priest.

Just as he was about to leave, the door of a guest room opened, and Zeng Fu walked out. He was slightly surprised to see Shen Xiuming, "Who are you?"

"My name is Shen Xiuming, yes...yes..." Shen Xiuming couldn't answer for a while.

"Oh, I know who you are. You are also from Yelin Town. You came to Pangshan with Mu Xingqiu and the others." Zeng Fu smiled, walked through the snow to the entrance of the courtyard, and stared at Shen Xiuming. Will, "You don't have inner elixir?"

Shen Xiuming's face turned red, "Well, I'm stupid, I don't have any condensation pills, so I'm planting flowers at Zhiyong."

"It's better to be dumber. Taoist priests are all smart people. Sometimes they are too smart and harm others and themselves." Zeng Fu sighed and suddenly smiled again, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Of course, you go ahead." Shen Xiuming looked slightly flustered.

"I'm in my thirties, and I don't know how to do anything except speak for the leader. Can you help me find a similar job? No wages, as long as I have food to eat."

"Ah?" Shen Xiuming was startled, "Are you leaving the left seat?"

"It's not like leaving. I'm just like a kitten or puppy next to him. No, I'm not as good as a kitten or puppy. The Lord likes animals, not people, so I've never been next to him, and of course I can't say I'm leaving." Zeng Fu hugged his shoulders and rubbed them. She was wearing too thin clothes and couldn't withstand such weather. "It's so cold. Look, I haven't even walked out of the yard, and he stopped helping me keep warm."

Shen Xiuming had no purpose for this trip. 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 is very familiar with Zeng Fu. Looking at her together, the flea even stood up, with a hint of confusion in his clear yellow eyes, and soon lay down again. It will never leave its father again.

Shen Xiuming brought Zeng Fu to the City Guard House, which is the princess's temporary residence, and the two were immediately received.

There was no stove in the princess' room, but it was warm as spring. Several palace maids and old women were taking care of Zhang Lingsheng's daughter, making her giggle. She knew nothing, not that her parents were dead, and not that a very tragic war had just ended five days ago.

Shen Xiuming felt even more uneasy in such a place, bowing his head and saying nothing. Zeng Fu looked around curiously, and saw the princess walking over with a veil, and she said, "You have so many people around you. Shen Xiuming said I can be your maid, but I don't think you need it anymore."

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

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

The princess chatted with her for a while and stood in front of Shen Xiuming. "I invited you here to say that you are a friend of the royal family of Xijie Kingdom, that's all."

Shen Xiuming's face turned redder, although he had served as a guard for the princess. He was not used to standing in front of her, and he stammered a few words, and he didn't even know what he said.

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

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

The princess's younger brother Xin Youtao could bring a message at any time, but she felt that this disciple of Zhiyong Institute was more suitable, "I don't know much about how Taoists view death, and I don't know how long a Taoist's sadness can last. I hope you can tell Taoist Mu: He is still a mortal in his bones, so accept the gifts of mortals and learn how to forget."

Shen Xiuming bowed and said goodbye. He didn't understand what the princess meant. He felt that Xiaoqiu was definitely not a mortal, and he didn't think forgetting was a gift from mortals.

The snow outside was getting heavier. Shen Xiuming refused the horse provided by the City Guard House and dragged his injured leg out of the city. After walking a few streets, looking at the altar standing in the ruins, he suddenly realized that forgetting was indeed a gift, just like himself, gradually forgetting the death of his younger brother Erliang. He had to forget. He had no inner elixir. He was a mortal. His fragile body and state of mind could not bear the sadness and hatred day and night. It was forgetfulness that saved him.

The Taoist priest would not forget. The higher the practice, the clearer the memory of the past. Although Mu Xingqiu rarely mentioned it, Shen Xiuming knew that the hatred of Erliang's murder had been buried in the heart of his good friend, waiting for the moment of revenge.

How could Mu Xingqiu forget Fangfang?

Shen Xiuming felt extremely sad and even wanted to shed tears, but was frozen in his eyes by the winter cold. He delayed to see Mu Xingqiu because he could not stand this sadness. The princess was a smart person, but she was also a mortal. Her advice was useless to the Taoist priest.

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

Above the huge pit next to the city wall, a person was floating. He was suspended in the air and had not moved for five days. Even if the snow was flying all over the sky, his figure could not be covered.

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

Shen Xiuming knew that he had not completely forgotten the knowledge he had learned at Yangshen Peak. Taoists believed that the soul would not disperse for seven days after death. Mu Xingqiu was exactly where Fangfang performed the art of breaking pills.

Shen Xiuming quickened his pace, and suddenly his feet loosened and he was lifted into the sky. He turned his head and looked. It was Yang Qingyin, the mother he had always been afraid of.

Neither of them spoke, and flew straight towards Mu Xingqiu.

Shen Xiuming hadn't decided whether to convey the princess' words to Mu Xingqiu, but he had a lot to say, begging, scolding, persuading, seducing, anything, as long as it could pull his good friend back from another world, he would say it.

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

There was no sadness on Mu Xingqiu's face, and he even smiled at Shen Xiuming and Yang Qingyin, and said in a very low voice: "She is nearby, I heard her voice, she told me many interesting things."

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