Onmyoji's Secret

Chapter 73 Qingyi River

The days at the foot of the mountain were without the company of Master and Mu Yueting, but it was a different feeling to have my parents by my side. Perhaps it was because my mother and father thought they owed me too much. They were very kind to me, basically Respond to my needs.But I often receive the teachings of my master in the mountains, so naturally I will not make some excessive demands, and I may be influenced by Mu Yueting, and I am mostly vegetarian when it comes to food and beverages. Appropriate reduction is all.

I usually get up before dawn to practice a set of qi training methods taught by my master, and then go to school after breakfast. When it comes to school, I feel a little helpless. At the age of 16, when I just entered high school, perhaps because I have followed the master all the year round, I seem out of place with the peers around me. I am basically completely ignorant of the games, stars, cars, etc. they often talk about. I don't understand, I'm like a bumpkin from the mountains, the gap with the students around me is huge.So I seemed very withdrawn in school. I just worked hard to learn the knowledge in the books according to the expectations of the master and parents, and the communication with my classmates was much less.

Time flies, time flies like a shuttle.

Just over a month after I went down the mountain, a practical activity was organized in the class. It is said that our school cooperated with a tea base in Mengding Mountain, Yazhou, and three classes of our first grade went to Mengding Mountain together. A half-month practical inspection to help understand the tea culture of our country.

When I heard the news, I was very excited.Since I came to Dujiangyan with Master, I have not been back to Yazhou for six years. Although compared with Chengdu and Dujiangyan, Yazhou is just a small city surrounded by mountains, remote and backward, but he is still My hometown is where I have lived for ten years.So this time when I heard the news that the school organized a trip to Yazhou to visit the tea base of Mengding Mountain, I was very excited. I went home early and told my mom and dad. They were also very happy and prepared it for me soon. Items needed for half a month's life.

The bus we took was specially rented by the school from the car company. There were two seats in a row. While other students were still chatting under the bus, I got into the bus early and found a seat by the window. , looking at the scenery outside the window, rubbing his hands excitedly.

Maybe it’s because I’m usually too withdrawn in the class. When the students started to get on the bus in twos and threes, they were all sitting together with a few good friends. In the end, the other seats were almost full. No one wants to sit with me, a weirdo, and the empty seat next to me is particularly glaring in the car.But I don't care, I follow Master to practice all the year round, although my Taoism may not be very high, but in my heart, I still have a detached attitude towards some small psychology among my peers.

Just as the car was about to start, a girl in a goose-yellow T-shirt jumped into the car at the last moment. After she got into the car, the door closed and the car started slowly. With a small chest, he said to himself: "Fortunately, I caught up with the car. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have eaten so much."

"Student, did you get on the wrong bus? You are not in our class!" Jia Bin, the head teacher and history teacher who led the team, stood up from his seat and asked the girl.

"Hey, I really got on the wrong train! This is not from our class!" The girl glanced around the carriage with a pair of delicate eyes, and suddenly let out a sound of surprise, which caused the students in the carriage to burst into laughter.

"Never mind him, just get on the wrong one." The girl rolled her eyes and comforted herself. She glanced at the seat in the carriage, then lifted the backpack on her back and walked towards the seat next to me.

The head teacher Jiabin nodded helplessly, and after asking about the girl's situation, he called her head teacher to explain.

"Hi, I'm Li Xiaohui from Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School. What's your name?" The girl sat down on the seat next to me, and the seat shook when the big backpack on her back hit her.

"Chen Zixuan."

Perhaps because I seldom communicate with my classmates, I replied casually, unwilling to say more, but just glanced at the big backpack on Li Xiaohui's back in a strange way.

Li Xiaohui has sharp eyes, seeing my movements, proudly put down the big bag on her back and put it on her lap, she opened it and said: "This is full of snacks my parents made for me, do you want to come?" point."

I glanced at the contents of her bag, and sure enough, it was filled with all kinds of snacks, such as Wangwang snow cakes, potato chips and spicy sticks, and so on.I shook my head at Li Xiaohui, indicating that I don't need it.

Li Xiaohui said "Oh", and then took out the snacks and ate them. The crisp chewing sound echoed in my ears, I swallowed involuntarily, closed my eyes, and didn't speak.

Dujiangyan is about three or four hours' drive from Yazhou. The car drove for four hours, and Li Xiaohui, who was sitting next to me, ate snacks for four hours. I was almost speechless and could only keep my eyes closed.

When the bus arrived at the stop, I got out of the car as if I was running away, and the chewing sound for four consecutive hours was like a nightmare.

Teacher Jiabin, who led the team, gathered the students in our class and said that tonight a tea merchant by the Qingyi River organized a grand fireworks show. Stay in the guest house for one night first, and drive to Mengding Mountain tomorrow morning.

I don't care about the school's arrangements. As long as I step on the land of Yazhou, I feel a burst of peace of mind. This feeling is incomparable in Chengdu or Dujiangyan.

Time flies, night falls, when the brilliance of the bright moon shines on the earth again, dazzling fireworks are set off on the square beside the Qingyi River, the beautiful fireworks burst in the air, and countless gorgeous sparks bloom, drawing out A bright and beautiful picture scroll.

I looked at the singing and dancing crowd in the square, and the classmates who were in the carnival, and felt a little lonely in my heart.I was walking alone on the bank of the Qingyi River, and the night wind was blowing with water vapor, and my face was moist and very comfortable.

I quietly looked at the rippling Qingyi River under the moonlight, and my thoughts could not help but fly to that evening six years ago.That night, the night after the Snake King Temple was demolished, I hid behind the door and saw my grandpa and my dad discussing things in the living room. After my grandpa scolded my dad, he once patted The table said a word, a word that I still can't forget.

"If the Qiang River is not dry, the Chen family's luck will continue!"

The Qiang River, that is, the Qingyi River that has been flowing in front of me for thousands of years, has been passed down to this day under the name of Qingyi Ancient Qiang who once ruled this area.If it was before, I might not have thought much about what Grandpa said, but after experiencing so many things, especially in Qingyi Qiang Ancient Village, I saw the man named Chen Shengzhi with my own eyes, and learned what he did. After all kinds of planning, I paid more attention to what grandpa said.

What this sentence implies may not be so simple.Qingyi Qiang and Qingyi River have the same name, the same area, and a river that gave birth to a thousand-year-old country. There may be some more mysterious connection between the two.However, the relationship between our Chen family and Qingyi Ancient Qiang is more complicated. I don't know what Chen Shengzhi did at the site of Qingyi Ancient Qiang, but I can vaguely guess that he took the old man named Ruo Ruo in the Qingyi Ancient Castle. The first woman was taken out, put into a white coffin again, and buried under the Snake King Temple behind our village.Maybe there is also the dream I did and did in the old castle, the white stone I saw in that dream, something I long for from the bottom of my soul.

The relationship between the Qingyi Qiang and the Chen family is intertwined and complicated, and it is difficult to understand, and the relationship between the Qingyi Qiang and the Qingyi Qiang is even more inexplicable. What kind of connection does our Chen family have with this mother river?

"Chen Zixuan?"

At this moment, a voice came from behind me. The voice was stable and had a hint of magnetism. It made people feel comfortable listening to it.

I turned my head and saw that the person who spoke was Jiabin, the head teacher and history teacher of our class. He was a middle-aged man in his 40s. Wearing a pair of glasses on his face, he looked very calm and knowledgeable. Very popular in school.As for his name, it is extremely rare. The surname Jia is said to be a descendant of a doctor in the Spring and Autumn Period. His family background is erudite, and it seems to have some relationship with Confucius.

"Teacher Jia."

I nodded and called out politely.

Jiabin glanced at me, with a smile on his face, and said, "Why don't you go and play with your classmates, and come to the Qingyi River alone."

"Not used to it."

I shook my head at Jiabin, looking at the river rushing eastward in front of me, it suddenly occurred to me that the man in front of me was a well-known history teacher in school, maybe he would know something.

I said to Jiabin, "Teacher Jia, can I ask you some questions?"

Jiabin looked at me in surprise, as if he didn't expect me, a student who usually behaves very withdrawn, to ask him questions here, but he still showed a smile and said: "Of course, if you have any questions, just ask. "

I looked at the surging waves on the Qingyi River by the moonlight, and asked:

"Teacher Jia, have you heard of Qingyi Ancient Qiang?"

(End of this chapter)