Fifty-fifth bowl of soup (seven)

Shan Yuji's twenty-eight years old:

"Young Master, why don't you read all these posts?"

Shan Yuji looked indifferent: "Let's go."

The housekeeper was about to cry in a hurry: "Young Master, you can't go on like this. You, you are almost thirty... The daughter who wants to marry you is about to break the threshold. Even if you don't want to marry, look at it, maybe you will see the right one?"

Shan Yuji put down his pen and said, "I have my own plans."

The housekeeper's tears almost burst out. He dreamed of his wife every night... The wife said that he wanted him to take good care of the young master, but to take care of him. If the eldest young master refused to find a girl to marry, then what should he do? Who should he blame for the Shanyu family in the future if there is no successor?!

"Or, I want many masters to tell you what your plans are. If this can work, I will discuss with you. If this doesn't work, there are many beautiful and virtuous girls in the world. I will help you find them. In short, you can't just forget it!"

Shan Yuji remained silent. The housekeeper thought about the fact that there was a door, and hurriedly said, "Young Master, do you think this is OK? No matter what, you can meet these girls first, and maybe you can meet someone you like? Waiting at home, there will be no fillings in the sky, right?"

This is somewhat reasonable. Shan Yuji narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, and said, "It doesn't have to be so troublesome. In the future, if anyone who intends to send famous posts, please ask them, Chi Jing."

Surprised? The butler was confused. What is this a question... Can anyone really answer it? But when he looked up at the eldest master, he had already continued to read the account book. The butler dared not say much and quickly stepped back.

Since Shan Yuji gave this question, he also released another news. As long as the correct answer can be given, no matter whether the other party is a man or a woman, an old or a young man, or a beggar who is begging along the street, he will personally come to the door to offer Shan Yu's token, and marry him with all his wealth, and never take concubines for life.

As soon as this news came out, the people who wanted to marry into the Shanyu family had broken the threshold. The housekeeper was responsible for registering the women who came to the door and the answers they gave every day, and then handed them over to the eldest master for a look. But what made him desperate was that no one answered correctly! He also pointed indirectly and wanted to know the correct answer, so it would be easier to go to the back door or something. After all, some girls are so talented and beautiful that they wished that the old man could be dozens of years younger! Is it really okay for the eldest master to just look at it and refuse?

Unfortunately, Shan Yuji turned cold when he heard him give the answer, and the housekeeper dared not say much. Over the years, he finally had room to talk to the eldest master with his loyalty. But after all, he was a slave. How could he get close to his master? He was still a slave.

But then again, is there really a correct answer to this question? Seeing the girls' answers so many ideas, the butler gradually gave up.

Shan Yuji's thirty-eight years old:

"...Young Master, this is the answer these days, please check it out."

Shan Yuji took the paper casually, browsed it and put it down. "It's all right, there's no need to contact you anymore."

The butler looked dull: "Young master, I remind you that you are already thirty-eight years old."

"So what?" Shan Yuji waved his hand and signaled him to go down, "You can see if the young master has done his homework."

Eight years ago, he adopted an orphan with good talent and good qualities. Shan Yu Ji trained him as his heir. One day if he left, there must be someone who can inherit the Shanyu family and prevent the host from losing his efforts.

The housekeeper turned around dumbly. He stopped forcing anymore. Anyway... he had a little master. If he arrived at the underworld tomorrow, he should be able to explain to his wife.

Shan Yuji's forty-eight years old:

The eighteen-year-old Shanyuche respectfully presented the horse whip: "Father takes care of himself all the way, and be sure to remember to report safety to the children and the housekeeper grandfather."

"Don't worry." Shan Yuji was naturally anxious. Since she didn't show up, he would go and look for her. The world is so big that he will find her sooner or later. " Remember, if someone can answer a question, you must send a letter to me immediately."

"yes."

Looking at Shan Yuche who had grown up to be a teenager and could stand alone, he couldn't help but think that Ling'er wanted a child so much in his first life, but he couldn't give it to him.

Shan Yu Ji turned his horse on his back, but he didn't know why Ling'er had never appeared. But even if Ling'er didn't appear, his journey should have ended here. Shan Yu Ji was destined to be dead and shouldn't have lived long ago, but he lived to be almost fifty years old. When she couldn't come, he went out to search, but... when was it the end?

Shan Yuji's fifty-eight years old:

Looking for.

Shan Yuji's sixty-eight years old:

Looking for.

Shan Yuji's seventy-eight years old:

Looking for.

Shan Yuji's eighty-eight years old:

Shanyu Che died of illness and returned to the Shanyu Mansion. His grandson had grown up, smart and generous. After attending the funeral of his adopted son, Shanyu Ji wanted to continue his departure, but his grandson was worried: "Grandfather is old, why don't he stay at home to enjoy his old age?"

Shan Yuji said: "Can anyone answer the question?"

"No."

Shan Yuji took two steps and suddenly fell on the steps in front of the door. Everyone was frightened and quickly carried him into the room. The doctor looked at the clinic and shook his head and said, "The lights are all gone, and the oil is dry, and I can't save you anymore."

Shan Yuji knew that he would die one day, but he didn't know why it was now.

He was in darkness, with soft land under his feet, and blood-red red red red red shore flowers on both sides. He walked along the red shore flowers, and the sound of the river water gradually became clear, and an ancient bridge with a soul-suming banner on the bridge appeared in front of him.

There was a dim and quiet light around at some point, and the lantern shook without wind. Shan Yuji saw the huge bluestone at the bridge, which was full of his life.

His memory is back, but he doesn't want this.

The white and tender little boy in ancient clothes appeared in front of him at some point, grabbed his fingers on tiptoe, and led him forward. Shan Yuji recognized that this was the boy who helped him in many worlds, and couldn't help but ask: "Why didn't I find her?"

The little boy climbed onto the chair with difficulty, sat steadily before asking him: "Who?"

“…Ling'er.”

This innocent child has a sophistication and indifference in his eyes, which is completely different from his cute appearance. "She will not appear again."

Shan Yuji clenched his fists: "What does it mean?"

"It is literally, she violated the rules between us and should be erased according to the law."

"What law--"

"Don't understand?" The little boy stopped smiling, and the round bun had a coldness that Shan Yuji had never seen before. "You are eager to take revenge, and she couldn't give up you, so she made an agreement with me. Every world follows you, but you can't show any signs unless you recognize her. In the fourth world, she took the initiative to reveal her identity. Although she prevented you from committing a murder, it was at her own expense. Is this difficult to understand?"

"This is impossible." Shan Yuji didn't believe it at all. "We agreed that it will be in the next life-"

"So she didn't show up." The little boy didn't see you as stupid as he looked. "She said this, but because she was afraid that you would give up after you know it, and you would go to the last step and return to your own world immediately. If you fail, how could she feel at ease? But... she did accompany you in the last world."

The little guy shrugged, "There is a word of spiritual in every world. The last world, although she no longer exists, still accompany you in another way. When you die, you will be wiped out."

After saying that, he grinned: "Do you remember the spiritual position that Shan Yuji cherished very much?"

When the male ghost heard this, he knelt softly on the ground as if he was dead. The little boy looked at him regretfully. "Sorry, Naihe Bridge has rules. The master is not here, and I don't have the ability to give you privileges. The reason why you lived in the last world for decades was that you had a murderous intention to completely lose control in your fourth world. Now, you can return to your world."

The male ghost suddenly raised his head: "No! There is still a way! Please, return her to me!"

He touched his heart, and there was no heart there, but he felt a tearing pain. Today, male ghosts know what pain is to be unrest. How can the pain in the Forget River be as good as this? At this moment, countless hands seem to tear and sting his heart and soul.

That girl will never come back.

"This is not the cause and effect she should bear! It's me! She shouldn't have disappeared. Please, let her come back, I can give you anything!" The male ghost seemed to have sacrificed his life. "Give this merit and soul whatever you want! Return her to me! Please!"

He kowtowed a few times, and the little boy got up and stood on the chair with his hands and feet, looking down at the male ghost from a high place. "Why don't you let go?"

The male ghost shook his head and remained silent.

The little boy said, "You have been suffering in the Forgetful River for thousands of years, but you still can't escape this fate. You have no fate with that girl, why should you force it? She wants to follow you, and you force it to be resurrected by her, and you must know that everything is empty."

The male ghost didn't speak, but just kowtowed.

The little guy jumped up in anger and tried hard to pretend to be cold and finally broke his efforts: "Don't knock it off! I'm not abused you!"

There were endless sounds of kowtows.

He was a hero during his lifetime, but he was proud of himself after his death, but he was willing to bow down for a girl. Wangchuan's torture for thousands of years seemed to fade away because of love.

When the male ghost raised his head again, the little boy gasped.

For the first time he saw the evil ghost's tears after stripping away the human body.

After a while, he asked the male ghost: "Do you regret it?"
Chapter completed!