In the state of Chen, there is no return to the valley.
It's foggy all year round, day and night... There are endless rumors of ghost happenings.
The interior of the valley is quiet and peaceful, especially tonight when the moon and stars are few and far between. The wooden house is in front of a clear stream, and the feeling of tranquility flows quietly.
"Woof woof woof!"
The old yellow dog suddenly barked.
This cry disturbed the night, the clear stream also rippled, and the moon shadow shattered the water shadow.
The valley woke up.
There is a horse in front of the wooden house, and sitting on the horse is a white-haired old man taking a nap.
"What's the fuss about?" He muttered dissatisfiedly without opening his eyes.
"Boss, it's me."
A young man with long hair and bloody eyes broke through the light night and walked quickly to the old man.
"Woof woof woof!"
The old yellow dog lying in the corner of the room roared at him a few more times, looking very ferocious.
It's a pity that his old appearance, with all his bones exhausted, is really not a deterrent.
That is to say, the "newcomer" is bullied and does not dare to contradict it.
The old man sitting on the horse opened his eyes and looked at it: "Oh, little snake."
Fang Heling has long been used to it.
He said calmly: "I am Xiaohe."
"Xiaohe..." The old man stood up, came to him, and said in a serious tone: "There is a woman in my room, do you know who she is? She is lying on my bed, making it impossible for me to sleep!
"
"It's Master Jiemian." Fang Heling replied.
"Oh..." The old man thought for a while: "Who?"
Fang Heling thought for a moment and put his left hand on his face: "It's Lord Yanzi."
"Yan... Zi." The old man murmured: "Yan... I am Yan Chun Hui... Yan Chun Hui is me!"
"Jiang Mengxiong!"
He suddenly twisted his body and looked to the east. The turbidity in his old eyes suddenly washed away, like a clear stream washing the bright moon, and a layer of clear light emerged, extremely sharp!
The clear stream in front of the wooden house seems to have solidified.
The old yellow dog instantly picked up his tail.
There was no wind, and there seemed to be no stars or moon.
Fang Heling lowered his eyes and stood still, motionless.
"How are you going out this time?" The old man's tone has completely changed. Although his voice is still old-fashioned, it now has an air of indifference overlooking the common people.
"Everything you told me has been done," Fang Heling said.
The old man took out a yellowed ancient book from his arms, handed it to him and said: "This is the sword book you want, a fierce sword that has been outlawed in the world during the flying sword era..."
Fang Heling took it silently.
He didn't thank him because there was no need to thank him.
Here at the Head of Human Demons, giving and receiving are always equal.
And this is what he deserves.
"You can still think about it now." The old man said.
"This is my choice." Fang Heling said.
"You should rest early." He saluted the old man, turned around and walked out.
Walking very determinedly.
This is an era where talented people emerge in large numbers.
He can't walk fast, so he can only walk like this.
"Woof woof woof!"
After probably calming down for a while, the old yellow dog felt that he could do it again, so he barked at Fang Heling's back in a majestic manner.
The old man glanced at it.
It immediately shut up and wagged its tail in a flattering manner.
"Stupid dog, you can't even squeeze a persimmon soft." The old man shook his head and walked towards the wooden house.
The old yellow dog wagging his tail showed him the door, very respectfully.
When he entered the wooden house.
The old yellow dog immediately tilted his head and spat: "Bah!"
He even kept talking: "Is there a good person in your poor valley? Where can I pinch the weak persimmon?"
It cursed a few words angrily, lay down again and narrowed its eyes.
The structure of the wooden house is very simple.
There is only one kitchen, one main room, and one bedroom.
Entering the door is the main room, with the kitchen on the left and the bedroom on the right.
There is an Eight Immortals table on the ceiling wall of the hall, with three benches surrounding it.
There are several dishes of side dishes on the table, covered with a bamboo cover to protect them from insects and flies.
Looking up, there is a black wooden shrine hanging on the wall.
There is an incense burner in the shrine, with incense burning, and even half a burner of incense ashes... but there is no statue of the god.
Not even a picture of God.
I don't know what they are worshiping.
Other than that, the main hall was empty.
Yan Chunhui turned right and walked into the bedroom.
This bedroom still adheres to the simple overall style.
The bed was a very simple and narrow single bamboo bed, leaning against the wall so alone, without even a curtain, let alone any other decorations.
What is a little incompatible with the style of the entire house is——
Next to the window of the bedroom, there is an extremely gorgeous harp.
From the carvings to the luster of the strings... everything speaks of the word "precious".
It takes the utmost care and craftsmanship to create such treasures.
And it sits there quietly, waiting for a pair of hands to caress it.
The wooden window is closed, and it must have been closed for a long time.
So this piano must have been lonely for a long time...even if it is as shiny as new.
Yan Chunhui's eyes fell on the bamboo bed.
At this time, there was a "person" lying on the bed...
If it can still be called a human being.
She has the "shape" of a human, with a human head and facial features... but she is not entirely a human limb.
The position of the left hand is probably a paw.
The right hand is positioned like an elephant's leg.
The torso is like some different animals put together, some with hair, some with thorns, not only uneven, but also inconsistent in color...
The position of the legs should be relatively uniform, with two colorful snake tails.
The "person" lying down had his eyes closed.
His face was bloody.
Yan Chunhui stepped forward and took a closer look, his wrinkled eyelids slightly raised.
Then the sword roared.
The "person" on the bed immediately opened his eyes.
She looked at the gray-haired Yan Chunhui and felt dazed for a moment.
But that sudden trance was quickly shattered.
The most beautiful man in the Chen Kingdom back then is now just a forgetful old man.
And she...
She did not dare to move her eyes, but after gradually waking up, she showed extreme fear.
"I died. And then you...saved me?" she asked tremblingly.
Yan Chunhui nodded.
Her terrifying suspicion was verified. Tears suddenly flowed out of her eyes, and she almost lost control.
He yelled: "Yan Chunhui! Why did you save me! Why did you save me? You bastard! You damn... damn! Who allowed you to use that dirty method to save me?"
I!"
Yan Chunhui looked at her quietly without saying a word.
She cursed for a while on the bamboo bed, and finally seemed to have lost her strength, sobbing and crying: "I should have died a long time ago, I should have died three hundred years ago! Why do you...why do you!"
"Don't cry." Yan Chun replied.
His comfort was very weak and muddy. It was like twisting the rag hard and squeezing out two drops of dirty water. When it was squeezed out, it seemed that something had finally been accomplished, but when it fell down, it stained the place again.
Only the eyeballs of Yanzi's body could move, but the passing shadow was enough for her to confirm her conjecture and know what she looked like.
"Ah...ah...oooo..."
She cried very unpleasantly.
This chapter has been completed!