Chapter 1268: 1268: A battle will determine the southwest (5) [Please vote for me]

Chapter 1268 Chapter 1268: A battle to determine the southwest (5) [Please vote for me]

Cui Zhi also wanted to know who this scribe was.

He cares far more about his mother-in-law in the coffin than Cui Hui. He knows Cui Hui but their relationship is tense. There are not many male candidates who meet these two conditions, and Cui Zhi's previous absurd guess is obviously wrong. But this is obviously not the time to explore this.

The pain is too severe and the out-of-control energy may have an impact on the heart.

If you don't control it and calm your thoughts, it will be a serious injury at the least, and more serious means that the mourning hall can only hold another coffin.

Cui Zhi was attentive, and from the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Cui Hui's struggling movements when he wanted to step forward to help but restrained himself. He closed his eyes and ruthlessly chose to take advantage of others' danger. When the scribe was in a daze, he used the spirit of words to subdue him, sealing off the alchemy mansion and cutting off the communication bridge between the other side's alchemy mansion and the meridians and cultural energy. As long as the literary spirit cannot be mobilized, no matter how strong the other party's mood is for a while, he will not be able to kill himself.

This is not safe enough.

Cui Zhi was about to give the scribe another calming word and forcibly take a sedative, but before he could move, the opponent's backhand choked his wrist. When Cui Zhi thought he was going to turn against him and make a fuss in the mourning hall, the scribe endured the sharp pain in his veins on his forehead and forcefully vomited out another mouthful of blood, saying hoarsely: "No need."

The scribe wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, supported the altar table with his other hand, and tensed his back hard and slowly. He looked much calmer, and the aura around him was completely different from when he went up the mountain. It seemed that most of his anger had been drained away. Cui Zhi stared blankly at his profile, and from this angle he made a new discovery - the profile of this man was similar to that of his brother-in-law before he grew fat.

If you look carefully, you can see that his facial features are somewhat similar to Katsuru's.

When we were at the foot of the mountain, the other party introduced him as Cui?

If you remember correctly, before Cui Zhi and Cui Hui got married, his wife briefly mentioned that her father was the son-in-law of her mother-in-law, and all the children born to her mother-in-law would take their mother's surname. Looking back and thinking about the strange reaction of the scribe when he went up the mountain, it is difficult to say that it was not a mysterious connection between blood lines.

so-

Whose brother-in-law is this too?

The scribe didn't hold on for long. When he saw the coffin close at hand, tears rolled out. He brushed away Cui Zhi's hand that was trying to support him, and stood swaying with his hands on the altar table. His straight back bent a little bit, as if someone had taken away the vertebrae one by one. Cui Zhi was horrified to see drops of blood spilling from the scribe's closed lips and teeth, hitting the altar table, and blending with tears.

"Sister-"

Heavy footsteps were heard outside the mourning hall.

The rough male voice broke the suffocating atmosphere of the mourning hall and allowed the air to circulate again: "The new medicine is brewed. This time the prescription is better than last time. The two patients with high fever yesterday are out of danger. The group at the bottom of the mountain sent them away..."

A wall of shadow covered half of the door.

With the appearance of the middle-aged man, the mourning hall, which had little lighting, became even more gloomy and gloomy, and even the air seemed colder. The middle-aged man was stunned by this formation. He did not expect that there was a third person in the mourning hall. Because of his position, Cui Hui blocked the middle-aged man's view. As a result, he did not see the appearance of the third person clearly, and simply thought that the other person was also a guest who came to express his condolences to his mother after hearing the news. He realized what he had just said and Cui Hui said, "Go and get mourning clothes."

The middle-aged man was confused.

The three people who need to mourn on the mountain have already put on tassels. Cui Zhi, who is nominally the former son-in-law, does not need it. Even if they have not reconciled yet, they can only wear tassels. But the brother-in-law disagrees: [People say that sons-in-law Ban'er, it is only natural for a son to pay filial piety and mourn his mother. Since we are a family, don’t worry about these things. 】

Who can I give another one to wear?

You can't give it to guests who come to express their condolences, right?

"Take sesame?"

"Take the worst."

The middle-aged man felt his scalp numb when he heard this.

He guessed the middle-aged man's identity, took two steps forward and passed Cui Hui, and then he saw clearly the person coming, a man he hadn't seen for more than 20 years. Even though they hadn’t seen each other for so long, they still recognized him at first sight. However, when he opened his mouth, the name stuck in his throat and swirled around the tip of his tongue, unable to come out. The middle-aged man swallowed, thinking that his mother's funeral hall was at his feet.

Finally, he had to bite the bullet and said, "Father."

Cui Zhi: "..."

He suddenly cast an incredulous look at his brother-in-law.

Brother-in-law’s father?

Mother-in-law's husband?

Isn't that my own...

Old father-in-law?

Cui Zhi felt that his mind almost stopped.

If he remembered correctly, isn't his father-in-law no longer alive? It is said that he followed the senior brother of Ke Wu.

Why are you getting entangled with the Immortal Cultists?

Cui Zhi was full of doubts.

But I also know that now is not the time to get to the bottom of it.

"I'll get it, and the three of you can reminisce about old times." Judging from the attitude of Ke Wu and his brother-in-law towards their old father-in-law, their father-daughter/father-son relationship is not very friendly, and then think about the mother-in-law who has been a monk for many years and has served the Buddha. The twists and turns are probably More than he imagined. Cui Zhi looked at the three of them, and took over the task of getting mourning clothes. He hesitated for a while, and couldn't help but put a tightening spell on the three of them: "After all, we are in front of the mother's spirit. If the first seven days have not passed, you will forget it." No matter how many conflicts there are, they should be put aside first.”

Don't get into an argument at this time.

The brother-in-law shrank his shoulders, and Katsuro gave him a warning look to stay out of his own business. The old father-in-law coughed for a while and straightened up. His breath was weak, and he squinted at him: "Who are you?"

The unwholesome aura hits my face.

Having just experienced extreme emotions of grief and despair, Cui Xiao's hands and feet were limp and he had no strength at all. My brain is also groggy, and everything I see is like seeing flowers through a fog. For a time, I lost my ability to think. I couldn't remember who I was, why I was here, or what these people in front of me were doing. I only knew that I had an unbearable pain in my chest, there were so many people in front of me, and I couldn't suppress the feeling of dizziness and vomiting that affected my nerves.

Cui Zhi said: "My son-in-law Cui Zhi."

Cui Xiao said lightly "Oh".

He was gasping for breath, as if he couldn't hold it any longer, so he slid one leg along the altar table and sat paralyzed on the ground, his eyes blank, just weeping. Cui Zhi sighed, turned around and went to the back hall to get mourning clothes.

The nunnery accepts women of all ages. There are babies who were abandoned in infancy, and there are also octogenarians with frosty hair and no one to support them. In order to allow the elderly to die with dignity, the empty courtyard of the nunnery has two or three spare coffins and complete equipment. Mourning clothes.

When he came back, the father and daughter were talking.

"Today is the seventh day of my mother's life. You're too late." Cui Hui couldn't tell her how she was feeling now. It would be fine if Cui Xiao never showed up. When everything calms down, she would bring him the news of her mother's death, and maybe he would be able to return the favor. I would say a few words of relief, but Cui Xiao happened to show up on the first seven days and gathered a crowd around the mountain to ask for medicinal materials. What does this mean? It shows that he has been active in the southwest during this period. Maybe he was not far from Qingshui An when his mother suffered.

This speculation made her completely confused.

I couldn't help but feel resentment in my mind.

Even if her reason told her that this emotion was untenable.

Every Buddhist scripture copied, every Buddha's name recited.

In addition to atonement, it might not be for him, Cui Xiao! When Cui Hui was growing up, she gathered half of her parents' life experiences from the mouths of her grandparents, uncles and aunts in the village, including their childhood, adolescence, youth and even middle age. A Weng, a ruthless gangster who spent most of his life licking blood from his swords, gave all his kindness to his only daughter, and even had to raise her husband from an early age. The son-in-law is more comfortable raising a small family.

My uncle and aunt laughed when I thought about it.

[Your father loved to cry and was clingy when he was a child. 】

[That is, when I can’t see anyone, I start to cry, and I follow my wife’s **** like a tail all day long. 】

[My sister and I are screaming all day long. 】

[Didn’t you call me Fairy Girl at first? 】

[I have never seen a fairy daughter who can chop people's heads with an ax and cut melons into pieces. Xiao Cui grew up with her, and everything she looked at felt like she was looking at a fairy. Alas, Tong Yang’s son-in-law is really worry-free. Go back and talk to Xiao Cui and look for one for our A Hui. 】

[Didn’t Xiao Cui have so many apprentices? 】

As a private school master, Xiao Cui is also full of peaches and plums in the county.

Cui Xiao remained silent, covering his face with his hands, wishing he could ball up. Cui Zhi outside the door also felt numb. If I heard correctly, Kewu just called his old father-in-law "Cui Shanxiao"? Fortunately, this name is very familiar to him.

Over the past few years, the countries in the southwest have been making many small moves, overtly and covertly, digging holes for people to jump into, including but not limited to paying and bribing officials in counties and counties adjacent to the southwest, allowing corruption and maladministration to start at the grassroots level, and bribing local nobles to go against the government.

It had some effect at first.

But soon the news will reach Yushitai.

The efficiency was so high that people once suspected that this was because Yushitai raised the bandits for their own sake. Cui Zhi, as the head of the Southwest Branch, also participated in the trip to Kang Guo as the head of the Cui family.

The people's livelihood in Kang State is developing too fast, and every business has to get involved. Taking pearl cultivation as an example, this is the piece of Cui's cake. Kang State is still building land roads and opening river roads non-stop. It can almost be predicted that the future will Scope of influence. Of course, Mrs. Cui could not sit still and wait for death. Cui Zhi had sufficient understanding in this regard.

Following the clues, they found Cui Xiao, the supervisory censor.

Cui Xiao is an unknown person. He once served under Wu Xian and had a good relationship with Qin Li and Zhao Feng. However, he had not made any achievements for many years and was not used by Wu Xian. He left Wu Xian and went to Shen Tang. He was not considered a senior official, but it was still much better than staying under Wu Xian's tent and picking his feet. As a supervisory censor, he travels around all year round and has little reputation outside. He would not have known about this person unless he deliberately investigated.

These are information that can be easily found by the outside world.

Cui Zhi made other discoveries in the Gods Association channel.

Now it seems that the channel of the Gods Association is not omnipotent, otherwise Cui Zhi would not have known until now that he was not only the supervisory censor of Kang State, but also his nominal father-in-law. Looking at Kewu's reaction, the last time father and daughter met must not have been more than 20 years ago! Cui Hui knew early on that his biological father was serving in the state of Kang.

Realizing this, contacting Cui Hui and returning home after leaving for many years may have a deeper purpose than he imagined. But he didn't want to delve into the truth right now, at least not in front of his mother-in-law. Cui Zhi gathered his thoughts and handed Qi Sheng to his old father-in-law, who was in better spirits: "This man has passed away. My father-in-law expresses my condolences."

After saying that, he was stunned for a moment.

The two of them were on the mountain road, and what he said to him was returned intact. What a sad scene this is?

Cui Xiao looked at his soaked palms and said nothing.

Cui Zhi could only put the mourning clothes aside.

"Tell me carefully before and after what happened to your mother."

I couldn't explain it clearly on the mountain road just now, and didn't mention many details. Now that we are a family, there is nothing to avoid.

When Cui Hui finished speaking with a sigh, Cui Zhi saw the sounds of his old father-in-law who had descended from heaven coming out of his throat, something that sounded like crying but not crying, or smiling but not smiling. His eyes were crying even more fiercely, but the corners of his lips were curved in a strange and strange way. . Covering his eyes with one hand, he slowly changed his movements from sitting slumped against the altar table to kneeling forward and bowing his head, resting his forehead against the rough bricks.

Dong Dong Dong—

Bump once and then again.

Even his children noticed something was wrong with his reaction.

A quarter of an hour later, Cui Xiaocai was persuaded by his son, and his whole face quickly turned gray. Cui Zhi carefully noticed that the hair on the other side's temples had turned gray at some point. Cui Xiao pushed away his son's support, staggered a few steps towards the coffin, raised his hand and slowly pushed the coffin lid open, revealing a pale and old face. The abbot in the coffin is in his early sixties, and his skin has long lost the whiteness and firmness it had when he was young. His face is full of scars left by the years. He can only vaguely see the familiar look of Cui Xiao from his eyebrows: "It turns out, you are old. That’s what it looks like.”

"It's different than I imagined."

Cui Xiao also thought that the fierce woman was also a fierce woman when she got old.

The wife in my memory was the "son" raised by my father-in-law. She galloped across the mountains and fields as if they were flat. The father-in-law regretted that she was born a girl until his death. If it were a man, he would suffer a lot less.

Never thought she would be so kind and kind.

Cui Xiao stroked her eyebrows with his fingers.

What appeared before my eyes were every scene of past love.

"I should come to you, even if my sister refuses to see me."

Years are like running water, gone forever, life is only a few decades in a hurry, and I have wasted so many precious days.

He was unable to hold the coffin and was as angry as a thread.

Suddenly, there was another inappropriate sneer.

"Haha, I thought... what is the consummation ceremony... It's you, it's you, why is it you?"

Cui Zhi was frightened after hearing a few vague words.

Cui Xiao rested his forehead on the coffin lid, his voice tired and sleepy.

"I remember that the Lord once comforted several children who lost their parents and told them that death is never the end of life, but that the living forget... Even you have to forget me, so for so many years, you have been the most concerned about me. ,is that so?"

Turning a blind eye, he should have thought of it earlier.

The way of the scribes, isn’t it really a curse that tortures people’s hearts?

"The person who cares about me the most is gone." How ridiculous was it that he got a breakthrough on this day when he couldn't find any clue? Cui Xiao's head was resting on his folded arms. Like every time he looked at him when he was young, he sighed in a deep voice, "You are an unknown person in the palace of the king of hell. Who knows that one day I will not become an unknown ghost in the world of mortals..."

Just right, a perfect match.

(灬)

The more you cling to something, the easier it is to lose it.

Cui Xiao thought that what he was obsessed with was a high official and a good salary, Fengyin's wife, and the glorious family lintel that his father-in-law expected, so he mingled in things he shouldn't have done without telling his family.

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