"Brother Youhuang, my name is like a face."

"I was already old and achieved nothing. I shouldn't have hoped for anything. But who would have thought that in my life, I met you, a friend who is chivalrous in the world, and would be a confidant if I had the same stinky taste..."

Fang Yan lay quietly on the bamboo chair, looking at the night in the sky, his mind floated to wherever he was floating. The sound of an old man reading a letter sounded in his ears, like an old wine, soft and mellow in his throat, and his energy was sophisticated.

"I was sick that year. When you came, I was so happy that I sang and drank with you. The joy and friendship dispelled the chill of snow on the rise and fall of the building. It's ridiculous that those fame and wealth are regarded as heavy as a pound, but we regard them as light as a hair. But who has heard the insightful opinions that we were talking about and expounded at that time that concern the rise and fall of the country? Only the bright moon in the west window that reflects the vicissitudes of the world and does not concern the safety of the current situation. We talked so proactively, pouring wine again and again, changing the music of the piano."

It seems... the old man who once lived in this room has a not simple identity~!

Fang Yan smiled slightly, listening quietly as the old man who had already turned into a lonely ghost reads letters, worried about the government and missed his old friends.

"The government affairs are still the same, but people's hearts are greatly depressed, unlike the past. I wonder how long will the Central Plains be divided and dominated by aristocratic families?"

Hearing this, Fang Yan shook his head and sighed. In the future, the troubled times will be all the aristocratic families who dominate the government or establish a regime.

"Now, the Guansai River prevents roads from being blocked and cannot be passed. I respect your heroic sentiment of dancing with chickens the most. You once said: A man and a real man will be determined to restore the territory of the nineteen states of the Tang Dynasty in ancient times until his death. I am waiting for you to show your skills, drive out the barbarians, and swallow the mountains and rivers like drinking."

Fang Yan remembered that the Little Turtle Baxia once said that during the Tang Dynasty, the Central Plains dynasty had nineteen states, and now there are only thirteen states left. There are still six states still in the hands of the Hu people in the Western Regions, becoming the forefront for the Hu people in the Western Regions to go south to shed their horses, and it was also a pain in the hearts of the Central Plains dynasties throughout the dynasties.

The letter seemed to be about to be finished, and the old man's voice was a little tearful.

"I still remember that you had never gone to the mountains to live in seclusion. The east wind in spring that year refused to blow into the city gate on the east side of the capital. You and I rode out of the city on horseback to find the village we visited last year. People are like geese in autumn, and there are traces of news to come and go. But the past is like a big dream in spring, with no trace left behind."

Time has no trace, just dreams.

In the vernacular, I heard the sound of the old man sobbing silently. Those who hear it were sad and those who listened to it were crying.

"When I retire in the future, you come to my retirement place to see me. I will take you to the tavern next to the city and drink three glasses of good wine brewed by the restaurant. The folk customs there are simple, and the elderly in the countryside will welcome you with a warm smile on their faces that have been experienced and experienced."

"Let us make an agreement that I will go to Nanjiang every spring to go out to you. Brother Youhuang, you don't have to worry about this."

At the end of the reading, only the old man was left in the room sighing silently and crying silently.

Fang Yan put his hands on the back of his head, sighing silently in his heart. He admired this kind of scholar who was worried about the government even after retirement. When he was studying in his previous life, he learned many poems and articles from the ancients who were worried about the temple even when they were old and retired. The most profound memory was Lu You's sentence, "On the day when the king's army settled in the north, he never forgot to tell his husband for his family sacrifice."

"It's time to do things, life will come to life, death will come to death. Since you are dead, don't be in love with the world."

Fang Yan sighed helplessly, got up and walked into the room, looking at the brightly lit fire pit, an old man with white hair and beard silently cried at the fire.

"There is nowhere to be quiet and quiet, and it is so quiet that it is so empty."

"The nature of the body is clear and there is no place to dwell on, and the color and mind are silent. "

Fangyan sat cross-legged, pinched the Taoist rituals, chanted the mantra in peace, and wanted to save the soul of the old man who was left in the world.

Buzz ~!

A harsh sound rang out in the house, like a golden plaque hitting each other.

Um?

After reciting the mantra once, the old man in front of him was still the same. Instead, he turned his head to look at Fang Yan, stretched out his empty fingers, and a clear light shot along his fingers and shot on Fang Yan's forehead.

Then, a slightly yellow luck light appeared on the dialect's forehead.

The old man was obviously surprised, opened his mouth slightly and said, "This kind of luck is rare."

Fang Yan was also shocked, stood up and looked at the old man in a cautious manner, thinking that he was a little arrogant, and now he has hit the nail on the head.

Seeing Fang Yan's alert look, the old man laughed and waved his hand slightly.

Fang Yan was puzzled and thought about it in his heart.

Could it be... the snake demon's transcendence curse is useless?

The old man smiled helplessly and said, "Don't worry, I am definitely not a lonely ghost who can't go to the streets, but... I read the great spirit during my lifetime. Those ghosts in the underworld could not restrain me, so I could only wait for someone from the sky to pick me up. I believe I can be a low-level immortal official in the future."

Fang Yan obviously doesn’t believe it very much. If this is true, the scholars in this world will be too powerful.

The old man blinked mischievously and smiled at Fang Yan: "Actually, I don't believe it very much, but... this was told by the ghost man who came to detain me to the underworld. He said that reading can reveal the mighty spirit and have the luck to protect himself. He must be a person who did great things during his lifetime and would become an official after his death."

Thinking of the weather and fortune that I saw during the day and the clear air mixed in, Fang Yan instantly believed most of the time, and the remaining half was because the old man attacked her just now.

"Haha..." The old man laughed and pointed at Fang Yan and said, "The little snake demon doesn't believe me, it's right!"

The old man laughed at himself and pointed at himself, "If anyone doesn't believe what the ghost says, how can you, a little snake demon? Just like everyone is willing to believe that monsters and monsters will definitely harm people, how can you believe that most monsters actually prefer to live carefree in the mountains. Demons will harm people. It's just a lie made by a monk from the previous Shinto to openly hunt and kill the demon clan."

Fang Yan curled his lips and nodded, "Why did you attack me just now?"

The old man spread his hands and said helplessly: "You are a monster, I must take the initiative to test it first, and that will not hurt you at all. I just want to see if your killing karma is serious."

Fang Yan sneered and said sarcastically: "If the killing karma is deep, you will be killed, right?"

The old man nodded and said for granted: "A man, isn't that the case?"

Fang Yan shook his finger, "Old man, you are a ghost now!"

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and paused and said, "Indeed, I am a ghost, you are a demon..."

The old man suddenly laughed and pointed to Fang Yan and said, "Although we are all demons and ghosts, one day in the future, we may have to be ministers in the same palace~!"
Chapter completed!