The Heartless Mage Chapter 40: Mage’s style

Master Gu ate a belly of cabbage, pork, rice, and wiped his mouth before getting up and going out. He came back in the evening with a small clothes bag under his arm, and frosted both of his thick eyebrows.

It was cold and windy and entered the west wing. He threw the small clothes bag on the bed: "Okay, tomorrow, a car will come to pick us up to take us to the handsome mansion. Here, the monk's robe you want, see if it fits. If the size is wrong, let Crescent Moon change it for you!"

Wuxin now only has two major events, eating and sleeping, and got into the bed early. Crescent Moon was standing on the ground wiping the table, and at the moment he lifted up his apron and wiped his wet hands, while walking over to unpack it to see the freshness.

"Yo!" She shook off a black monk's robe: "It's really good material, heavy and thick, no folds without ironing." Then she happily waved to Wuxin: "Come and try, I have no time. I see you pretending to be a monk!"

Wu Xin was too lazy to move, curled up in the duvet and half-closed his eyes and replied, "You don't have to try it, it's just right at first sight."

Crescent Moon put down the monk's robe and continued to look through the burden: "Yeah, where's the cloak?"

Master Gu raised his hand and rubbed the frost on his eyebrows: "Isn't he going to pretend to be an archmage? I have to prepare good clothes for him! Even if I don't compare with Chu Chenzi, I have to be better than ordinary monks. Isn't it?"

Although Wuxin looks like a person in general, in fact, the growth of subtleties has not stopped, causing him to be listless either hungry or sleepy. Sitting on the small bench yawning, he put his hands on his knees and closed his eyes tightly. Crescent burned a pot of hot water, wet the towel and wiped his legs hard, trying to rub off the white hair that was still to be taken off in advance. Master Gu squatted aside with tweezers in his hands, and plucked the white hairs from his ears and eyes for him. Wuxin was upset by these two people, and couldn't be picky, so she had to endure it silently. Leaning forward more and more, he finally put his chin on Crescent's shoulder and fell asleep completely.

Master Gu lowered his head and blew at the tweezers, blowing down a few transparent hairs: "Look at his virtue, I really don't worry. If I make a fool of myself in the handsome mansion tomorrow, I won't be able to survive. !”

Crescent Moon carried his unintentional head and dared not move: "It's as if he wants to go to the handsome mansion with you, isn't it because you forced him to go?"

Master Gu sighed, drumming up and down in his heart. Anxiously, he went back to his room and slept all night. He got up early the next morning and saw a layer of smoke from the yard sticking to the ground. It was Crescent Moon who had already started a meal in the kitchen.

After quickly dressing and washing, he put on a plain robe and jacket, and walked into the courtyard with a thick woolen top hat: "Crescent Moon, how about cooking?"

The voice of the crescent moon came from the kitchen: "It will be cooked right away, so it won't delay you going out. Wuxin is also up, you can go in and wait!"

Master Gu entered the west wing with his hat in his hand, pushed open the door and stepped in, and was confronting Wuxin. Wuxin has already put on the monk's robe, and the monk's robe reflects the sunlight faintly, and the lines hang out with the edges and corners of the thin body. The monk's robe was black, and the underclothing was snow-white, which made Wuxin's face extremely clean and tender. Under the thin skin, even blue-red blood was revealed. Over the night, his eyebrows also grew, and his big eyes were sunken in their sockets, with a bit of a gloomy ghost.

Master Gu suddenly saw a problem: "I'm missing a string of beads, I forgot to buy it for you yesterday."

Wanxin walked to the table and sat down, and poured himself a cup of hot tea: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you don't have the same thing. Master Gu, when you enter the handsome mansion, don't talk to me if you have nothing to do. ."

Master Gu was startled: "Why?"

Inadvertently find out the leftover snacks from yesterday, and I can't wait to send it to my mouth with hot tea: "Just listen to me!"

The two ate the rice porridge and steamed buns prepared by Crescent Moon. The car horn sounded outside the hospital, and it was time to set off. Crescent Moon brushed the steamed buns on Wuxin's body, and then unfolded the cloak for him to put on. Wuxin sighed while being served by Crescent Moon: "Oh, I haven't been a serious monk in over a hundred years, and I can't read the scriptures anymore."

Crescent Moon slapped him on the back: "I'm terrified to hear what you're saying! Go early, come back early, don't get into trouble, don't mess around with Master Gu, do you hear?"

Wu Xin obediently agreed, then lifted the hood behind the cloak and buckled it on the bald head. The hood was a little bigger, and the brim covered his eyebrows. Master Gu also put on his top hat, and the two went out the far door one after the other.

The car stopped in the alley, and a young adjutant in uniform got out of the car and was pacing back and forth beside the car. Suddenly seeing someone pushing the door and walking out, he hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Are you Mr. Gu?"

Master Gu immediately nodded: "Exactly."

The adjutant looked up and down at the monk behind Master Gu again. Because he didn't see any eyebrows or eyes, but only his lips and chin, he felt that the other party was extremely mysterious. For a while, he didn't dare to ask him rashly, and only smiled at Master Gu again. And Master Gu immediately understood, and said kindly: "He is what I call the mage."

The adjutant nodded again and again, and reached out to the car sideways to make a "please" gesture: "You two, please get in the car, the old man hasn't slept all night, and now the two of you are waiting."

Master Gu didn't dare to neglect the people around the old coach, even if it was just an adjutant. And Wuxin didn't say a word, and got into the car with Master Gu.

The car drove all the way out of the alley and turned onto Pingping Street. Wuxin turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window, secretly amazed in his heart, he didn't expect the world to change like this. And Mr. Gu talked with the adjutant with a smile, and got a clear picture of the situation in the handsome mansion-now the mansion has begun to prepare the funeral for the young master. Yesterday, the Premier of the State made a long-distance call to the old man from Beijing. , let him go to Qingyun Temple in Qingyun Mountain, Chang'an County, and find the abbot Taoist priest in Guanli to take a look.

Master Gu knows that Chenzi is really capable, so he poked his unintentional thigh through the cloak, which means to cheer him up and don't give Chenzi a chance to appear. Wuxin turned his head to look at him, still speechless.

The car ran steadily and fast, but after a short while, it stopped in front of a mansion. Wuxin looked at it from a distance and found that the house today is very different from the previous one. And Mr. Gu stretched his neck and looked out from the windshield. In the distance, he saw a large group of people standing in front of the mansion. One of them was extraordinary in size and was his good friend Mr. Su.

After the car stopped, the adjutant in the front passenger seat got out of the car first and opened the rear door specially for Mr. Gu and Wuxin. Master Gu fell to the ground first. Seeing that Mr. Su looked solemn, he immediately became nervous. When Wuxin also came out, he walked towards the crowd at a loss. He didn't laugh or didn't laugh. Mr. Su was understanding and said to a small soldier next to him: "Old Master, he is Gu Xuanwu."

The old man doesn't look very old, but he looks like he is in his fifties. He is dry, thin and energetic, with a Kaiser Wilhelm-style beard. His eyes are not large, but his eyes are sharp and shiny. It was the first time in his life that Mr. Gu saw the live old coach. The full-hearted greetings he had prepared before were all vanished in an instant, and he didn't say anything. He bowed in a panic, and his forehead almost didn't touch the old coach's lower abdomen. The old coach just nodded to him, and then turned his eyes to Wuxin.

Wuxin raised her hand and pushed back the hood, put her palms together, bowed her head slightly, and recited in a low voice, "Amitabha."

The old coach also put his palms together and answered Amitabha, and then said eagerly: "Master, please come in first."

Ignoring others, he flicked his sleeves and walked forward, and followed the old coach to the door. The old man's beard was neglected, drooping sideways, trembling with his words. Looking up at Wuxin, the old coach was secretly suspicious while describing the situation of Aiko. No matter how he looked at Wuxin, he didn't look like an eminent monk. Not like an eminent monk, but also not like a liar in the rivers and lakes, the old coach can't tell what he looks like.

There is a large open space in the courtyard of Shuaifu, with a tall fountain in the center. It is cold in winter and the fountain is dry. You can see the high and low water pipes in the cement pond. Behind the fountain is a large ocean building with windows inlaid with multicolored glass, which looks very modern. The old man kept saying that he had no intention of admiring the western-style building, whether he listened or not, and when he had enough appreciation, he asked lightly, "Where is Linglang?"

The old man hurriedly pointed forward: "It's in the building."

Wuxin put his hands behind his back, and felt the turbulence of the soul in the handsome mansion, and the yin qi was quite heavy, ruining the beautiful buildings in the mansion.

The old coach was so anxious that he was a little confused, and said in a sentence: "By the way, I haven't asked the teacher's father's name..."

Wuxin walked straight into the building and replied without looking back: "Wuxin."

Wu Xin and the old handsome walked fast, and entered the building at the head of the horse, and the adjutants, family members and staff members at the rear swarmed to keep up, and the unity was awe-inspiring and quiet. Master Gu supported Mr. Su, who was like a ball, and was a step behind, but also tried his best to catch up. Standing at the back, he saw Wuxin parked at the entrance of the stairs covered with Persian carpet, raised his hand to take off the cloak, and calmly handed it to the old coach beside him. The old coach was obviously stunned for a moment, but he immediately caught the cloak and didn't dare to make a sound.

Wuxin raised his head and closed his eyes, his right hand pulled out a black cloth belt from the sleeve of his left robe. Stretching the cloth straight up and covering his eyes, he waved at the old coach beside him and said softly, "Come with me."

Then he accurately stepped up one step and walked up step by step. The old man put his cloak on his arms and followed him upstairs.

A large group of people downstairs hesitated whether they should continue to follow. The mage didn't roll down without a single foot, and the old coach also avoided the cat and mouse. Seeing that they turned around one after another, Mr. Su turned his head and gave Master Gu a thumbs up: "What a master!"

Master Gu held a top hat and opened his mouth to Mr. Su, thinking that if he could not save the young master's life, would he be chewed by the old coach?