Volume 2: A sudden change in the prison, a red-clothed man goes out to find a thief Chapter 227 The old monk's bamboo is not his responsibility
"How have you been doing in the martial arts world during this period?"
Sitting casually cross-legged on the somewhat cold floor, Li Si supported his neck with one hand, tilted his forehead to look at the tiger girl, and asked intermittently.
Compared with him, the sitting posture of the tiger girl could be said to be very fair. She knelt meticulously on the couch, with her hands on her knees, her back straight and her neck slightly lowered.
"Not bad, just as you said before, this world of martial arts does have a thousand faces."
This is how she answered Li Si's question.
"Really?" Li Si smiled and closed his eyes lightly, casually fiddling with the hair that fell on the side of his face, and continued to ask.
"So what are you going to do in it?"
"Be a hero and do good." The tiger girl said these four words without looking away at the empty Buddhist altar.
"Puchi." A light laugh was heard from Li Si in the Buddhist hall.
"What's wrong?" Shu Hunu's face turned red, but she still maintained a calm expression. She turned her head and looked at Li Si and asked.
"Nothing." Li Sixiao bent over and waved his hand.
"I just think it's kind of cute that you can say such things without batting an eyelid."
"..." The tiger girl's face should have become even redder. She said nothing more and turned her gaze back to the altar.
She had to admit that she was a little annoyed because she felt that she was obviously talking to Li Si seriously, but this man was always so out of tune and even made fun of her.
How could Li Si not see what Shu Hunu was thinking? He put his hand on her cold face and poked it, saying with a smile.
"Okay, okay, cousin, I'm just kidding. It's good to be a hero. At least you are a decent person, much better than a lowly person like me."
He looked like he was teasing a child.
But it’s true, in his eyes, the tiger girl is just a child.
Although Shu Hu Nu is already 28 or 29 years old, to Li Si, who has lived two lives, she is still no different from a child.
What's more, in today's world where almost everyone can live for two hundred years or so, twenty or thirty years old is really not too old.
Compared to the people in the previous life, he was probably just a teenager of fifteen or sixteen. Not to mention grown up, he was not even an adult yet.
"Who said you are of the lowest class?" However, when the tiger girl heard what Li Si said, her expression suddenly turned cold and she silently pulled out the sword from her waist.
She must have mistakenly thought that someone outside was spreading rumors about Li Si again.
"Uh." Li Si was stunned for a moment, then quickly smiled and waved his hand.
"No one said that. I just made fun of myself. Self-deprecating."
After hearing what Li Si said, Shu Hunu's expression eased a little, but then she looked at Li Si seriously and said something.
"You are not inferior to the ninth class."
She is still the same as before, often having some inexplicable insistence on some strange things.
Li Si smiled bitterly, touched his nose and said.
"Okay, I won't say that anymore."
"Yeah." The tiger girl responded softly.
Then, as if she thought of something, she took out a flute from her arms, put it in Li Si's hand and said.
"Play the flute."
The color of this flute looks a little yellowish, I guess it's old.
Li Si didn't recognize it at first, this was the one he gave to Shu Hunu that year.
After all, the flute was made of ordinary bamboo and wood, and he never thought it could be preserved until now.
"Um, why do you suddenly want me to play the flute?" Li Si asked with some confusion.
"I want to listen." The tiger girl spoke calmly, with almost no emotion in her tone.
"Okay." Li Si smiled, shrugged his shoulders, put the flute to his mouth and started playing.
The melodious sound of the flute echoed in the ancient temple, graceful and ethereal, accompanied by the chirping of birds in the distant mountains, and lingered for a long time. The lingering sound carried the artistic conception of the past.
The tiger girl sat quietly, her expression gradually softened by the sound of the flute. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly with a smile so faint that it was almost invisible, and she closed her eyes.
For her, the sound of Li Si's flute could always calm her down, make her forget the desert, forget the world, forget everything. It seemed that she only needed to sit quietly and she didn't have to think about anything anymore.
In other words, as long as she stayed with Li Si, she would have this feeling.
Because Li Si always seemed to be able to solve all problems, and then smile heartlessly and continue to take her to find new troubles.
Therefore, even though this guy always looks unreliable, he is actually very reliable. This is what the Tiger Girl has always felt.
I don’t know what Li Si would think if he knew that Shu Hunu had such a high opinion of him.
Anyway, he didn't know at this time. He thought that he had lived for so many years and should be loved by many people. But in fact, he was just a rotten wood and couldn't understand anything.
When the song was over, the old monk came in from outside at the right time, holding a food bowl in his hand. He placed it in front of Li Si and said.
"Donor Li, it's time to eat."
"Ha, I'm just hungry." Li Si put down the flute with a smile, patted his stomach and said.
Then he picked up a small steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.
The tiger girl opened her eyes, glanced at the bamboo flute that Li Si had casually put aside, shook her head and smiled, reached out to pick it up, wiped it carefully, wrapped it in a silk scarf, and put it back in her arms.
She packed it very carefully, no wonder such an ordinary flute could be kept by her until now.
But at this moment, Li Si, who was sitting next to her eating, suddenly said.
"This flute has been used for ten years, it's old, and the sound is not good. If you like, I will make you a new one with better materials, and the music it plays will be better. I remember that Monk Yuanji planted a forest of bitter bamboo in the back mountain. Tomorrow we can go and cut some bamboos, make a few more, and then pick a good one. I tell you, the sound of a flute made of bitter bamboo is much mellower than that of this purple bamboo..."
Li Si was talking while eating, completely oblivious to the old monk sitting in front of him, openly planning for the bamboo forest.
The tiger girl sat there, looking stunned for a while.
Then she laughed out loud.
This time she smiled very clearly and sweetly. Perhaps because she rarely smiled like this, this rare smile was filled with so many colors that she had never smiled before, making it extremely bright and moving.
She thought Li Si had forgotten about the flute long ago, but she didn't expect that he still remembered it.
"Eat your meal."
When she came to her senses, the tiger girl quickly put away the smile on her face and replied in a cold tone.
She didn't want Li Si to see her joy or anger, lest this man come to tease her again.
It would be better to give Li Si a little less color. This was the experience the old monk told her, and she felt it made sense.
As for the deceased monk sitting on the other side, he was at a loss whether to laugh or cry .
It was obviously his bamboo, so why did he just cut it down?
