Fifty-fifth bowl of soup (7)

Shan Yuji's twenty-eight years old:

"Master, these posts... Would you like to read them all?"

Shan Yuji looked indifferent: "Let it go."

The housekeeper is about to cry anxiously: "Master, you can't go on like this. You, you are almost thirty... The daughter who wants to marry you will soon break the threshold. Even if you don't want to marry, you can take a look, maybe Did you 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 dreams of his wife every night... The wife said that he wants him to take good care of the young master, but he can take care of it. If the young master refuses to find a girl to get married, then, what should I do? In the future, who should be blamed for no successor in Shan Yu's family? !

"Or, I have to ask a lot of you to talk about your plans. If this works, the old slave will discuss with you. If this is not possible, there are many beautiful and virtuous girls in the world. The old slave will help you. Look, anyway, you can’t just let it go!"

Shan Yuji was silent. The butler wondered if he had a way, and hurriedly said: "Master, do you think this will work? Anyway, these girls, if you meet the last time, maybe you can meet someone you like? Wait at home, there won’t be any pie in the sky, isn’t it?"

There is some truth to this. Shan Yuji squinted his eyes and considered for a while, and said: "It doesn't have to be so troublesome. In the future, whenever you want to send famous posts, you can ask them, Chi Jing."

be surprised? The second monk Guanjia is puzzled, what kind of question is this... can someone really answer it? But when he looked up at the eldest and young master, they had already continued to look at the account book, and the butler did not dare to say anything, so he hurriedly stepped back.

Since Shan Yu Ji gave this question, he has also released another message. As long as he can give the correct answer, he will come to the door personally regardless of whether the opponent is a man or a woman, young or old, golden branches and leaves or begging beggars along the street. Give the token of Shan Yujia, and marry him with all his wealth, and will not accept concubines for life.

As soon as the news came out, people who wanted to marry Shanyu's family broke 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 to the young master for review. But what makes him desperate is that no one has ever answered correctly! He also knocked on the side and wanted to know the correct answer, so that he could walk through the back door or something. After all, some girls are so talented and beautiful that he can't wait for an old man like him to be dozens of years younger! Is it okay for the eldest master to just look at it like this and refuse to refuse?

It's a pity that Yu Ji was cold-faced when he heard his answer, and the butler didn't dare to say anything. Over the years, by virtue of his loyalty and loyalty, he finally had room to speak before the young master, but in the end he was a slave, how close to the master, he was still a slave.

But then again, is there really a correct answer to this question? Seeing those girls answering all kinds of questions, the housekeeper slowly gave up.

Shan Yuji's thirty-eight years old:

"...Master, this is the answer these days, please have a look."

Shan Yuji took the paper casually, browsed it and put it down. "None, no need to contact again."

The butler looked dumbfounded: "Master, the old slave reminds you that you are thirty-eight years old."

"So what?" Shan Yuji waved to him to go down, "Go and see if the young master has done his homework well."

Eight years ago, he adopted an orphan with good talents. Shan Yuji trained him as his heir. If he leaves one day, there must be someone who can inherit Shan Yu’s family and prevent the host’s efforts from going to waste.

The steward turned around blankly, he no longer forced him, anyway... now that he has a little master, he should be able to explain to his wife when he arrives in the underworld in the future.

Shan Yuji’s forty-eight years old:

Eighteen-year-old Shan Yuche respectfully offered his horse whip: "Father, take care all the way, and remember to report to the child and grandfather the housekeeper."

"Don't worry." Shan Yuji was naturally anxious. Since she didn't show up, he went to look for it. The world is so big that he will find her sooner or later. "And remember, if someone can answer the question, he must pass the book to me immediately."

"Yes."

Looking at Shan Yuche, who had grown into a teenager and could be alone, he couldn't help but think of the first life, Ling'er wanted a child so much, but he couldn't give it.

Shan Yuji turned on his horse, in fact, he didn't know why Linger never appeared. But even if Ling'er does not appear, his journey should end here. Shan Yuji should have been killed, he shouldn't have lived long ago, but he lived to be almost fifty years old. When she didn't come, he went out to search, but... when was he a head?

Shan Yuji's fifty-eight years old:

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Shan Yuji's 68 years old:

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Shan Yuji's seventy-eight years old:

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Shan Yuji's eighty-eight years old:

Shan Yuche passed away due to illness. He returned to Shan Yu's mansion. His grandson has grown up, smart and generous. After attending the funeral of his righteous son, Shan Yuji wanted to continue to set off, but his grandson was worried: "Grandfather is very old, why not stay at home and enjoy his life?"

Shan Yuji said, "Can someone answer the question?"

"No."

Shan Yuji took two steps and suddenly fell on the steps in front of the door. The crowd was frightened and hurriedly carried him into the room. The doctor saw the doctor and shook his head and said, "The lamp is exhausted and it is no longer alive."

Shan Yuji knew he was going to die someday, but he didn't know why it was now.

He was in darkness, with soft ground beneath his feet, and blood-red blood-red flowers on both sides. He walked forward along the other shore flowers, the sound of the river gradually became clear, and an old bridge with hoisting flags at the head of the bridge appeared in front of him.

I don't know when the surrounding area will light up with a dim yellow and quiet light, and the lantern will shake without wind. Shan Yuji saw the huge bluestone at Qiaotou, which was full of his life.

His memory came back, but he didn't want this.

Bai Nen, a little boy in ancient clothes, did not know when he appeared before him, grabbed his fingers on tiptoes, and led him forward. Shan Yuji recognized that this was the boy who had helped him in many worlds, and couldn't help but ask: "Why didn't I find her?"

The little boy climbed up the chair with difficulty and sat down firmly before asking him, "Who?"

"...Ling'er."

This child who seemed innocent and innocent had a sophisticated and indifferent insight into the world in his eyes, which was completely different from his lovely appearance. "She won't show up again."

Shan Yuji clenched his fists: "What do you mean?"

"On the literal meaning, she violated the rules between us. According to the law, she should be obliterated."

"What rule—"

"Don't understand?" The little boy stopped smiling, and Yuanyuan's bun's face had a coldness that Shan Yuji had never seen before. "You are eager for revenge. She couldn't let you go, so she made an agreement with me. Every world will follow 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 stopped It’s hard to understand that you committed the murder, but at the expense of yourself.”

"It's impossible." Shan Yuji didn't believe it at all. "We said yes, in the next life—"

"So she didn't show up." The little boy didn't see your stupid expression on his face. "She said so, but she was afraid that you would give up when you know it, and you will reach the last step, and you will be able to return to your own world immediately. Now, if she fails, how can she feel at ease? But...the last world, she is indeed with you."

The little guy shrugged, "Every world has a spiritual word in her name. In the last world, although she no longer exists, she still accompanies you in another way. When you die, it will be wiped out."

After finishing talking, he grinned: "Remember the spiritual position that Shan Yuji cherished especially?"

Hearing this, the male ghost knelt down on the ground as if he was dead. The little boy looked at him regretfully. "I'm sorry, Naihe Bridge has rules. The master is not there and I am unable to give you privileges. The reason why you have lived for decades in the last world is that you have completely lost control of your murderous intentions in the fourth world. Punishment. 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, where there used to be no heart, but he felt a tearing pain. Nowadays, male ghosts know what it means to not want to live. How can the pain in the river of Forgetfulness be able to keep up with this? At this moment, there seemed to be countless hands tearing and stinging his heart and soul.

That girl will never come back again.

"This is not the cause and effect that she should bear! It's me! She shouldn't disappear, please, let her come back, I can give you anything!" The male ghost seemed to fight it out. "Give you this merit, this soul, whatever it is! Give her back to me! Please!"

He knocked his head heavily, and the little boy got up on his hands and feet and stood on the chair, looking at the male ghost condescendingly. "Why wouldn't you let it go?"

The male ghost shook his head and remained silent.

The little boy said: "You have tormented in the Forget River for thousands of years, and now you still can't escape this fate. You missed that girl, why insist? She insisted on following you, and you insisted on resurrecting from her, knowing that everything is empty. "

The male ghost did not speak, but kept kowtow.

The little guy was so angry that he jumped up, and the coldness he tried to pretend finally broke his work: "Don't knock! I'm not abusing you!"

The banging kowtow is endless.

He was a hero before his death. After his death, he was arrogant, but he bowed to his knees for a girl. The torment of forgetting the river for thousands of years seemed to fade away because of love.

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

He saw the tears of evil spirits for the first time after stripping off the human body.

After a long while, he asked the male ghost: "Will you regret it?"

The male ghost answered firmly: "Never regret it."