Chapter 164 The end of the mountain village group

That night, Wang Xilou had a dream.

There was no logic in the dream. She dreamed of Feng Wuli in junior high school, even though he was as sensible as an adult even when he was five years old.

But in junior high school, especially in the second year of junior high school, I don’t know why, but I always liked to be at odds with myself. At that time, I was often angry with her. Wang Xilou was always at a loss. I felt that the relationship between the two was getting worse and worse, which was very sad.

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In the dream, she pickled duck eggs, used them to make seaweed soup, brought it out, and called Feng Wuli on the second floor to come down for dinner.

After Feng Wuli came down, he asked her for 2,000 yuan to buy a mobile phone.

Then Wang Xilou went to the practitioner market to sell teeth and came back with 8,000 yuan. The next day, he went to his school to give him money.

As a result, Feng Wuli disliked her at the school gate because she couldn't make any money and the clothes she wore were tacky and useless.

There were other students watching them and laughing at them.

It's so embarrassing, Wang Xilou said, don't be cruel to her outside, let's talk about it after you go back.

As a result, Feng Wuli returned to the classroom without even looking back and asked her not to come to school to find him again.

Wang Xilou looked aggrieved and lowered his head next to him. He saw his somewhat dirty apron, sleeves, long skirt with large and small patches, one black and one green socks, and plastic slippers, and secretly wiped away his tears.

Then work hard to become stronger.

I started pickling duck eggs and selling duck eggs, and I made a lot of money all of a sudden.

Feng Wuli hugged her with an adoring look on his face and said, "It's amazing, I like you so much." The little zombie shook his head gently, smiled, and touched his head gently.

Then he woke up.

I blinked my eyes and couldn't remember the dream as soon as I woke up.

She found that no one around her was around, and it had already dawned outside. The wind was blowing all morning, and when she heard her uncle and aunt talking to her outside, she quickly got up, changed her clothes, combed her hair and went out.

The three people were eating breakfast outside the house and watched the door suddenly open. Today Wang Xilou wore a very slim black knitted sweater and light gray casual pants. His ankles were originally exposed, but he wore a pair of white stockings.

Under the trousers, the whole body is exposed, with hands and face exposed.

"Why are you wearing socks and slippers?"

Feng Wuli complained and was glared at by his aunt.

The uncle smiled and said: "Xiaolou, I'm going to rinse my mouth and come over for breakfast. I was just about to call you, but I said unreasonably that you hadn't woken up yet, so I stopped calling."

"Did you sleep well last night?" My aunt was also concerned, but she was smiling.

"Ah? No, I'm snoozing. I'm snoozing."

She quickly brushed her teeth and washed her face, came back, sat down to have breakfast, and asked her aunt how to pickle duck eggs.

"I like to eat. I would like to take a plate back."

"I want to learn how to pickle it myself." Wang Xilou joked: "It won't be my aunt's unique secret recipe, right?"

"What kind of secret recipe is this?"

My aunt laughed angrily: "The ingredients are sufficient, just watch the time, but they are all made by farmers, and you may not be able to buy this flavor if you go online!"

"No wonder the ones I bought are not as delicious as those made by my aunt."

My aunt laughed so hard that her eyes went out. My uncle finished smoking a cigarette at the door and was going to sell partridges.

Shengqing stood aside, his uncle and aunt couldn't see him, he also wanted to eat a pickled duck egg, and now he looked at it eagerly with a sense of superiority.

Feng Wuli left one for him so that he could serve it to the table after the old couple left.

"They all regard you as their niece-in-law."

"I just made a fortune."

Wang Xilou ignored him and continued to ask his aunt about the ingredients.

"About six hundred years ago, you traveled here and I taught here. You rested in the village for a while. At that time, there was a Tiewa who herded cattle in the village. Tiewa called you the fairy sister every day."

The little zombie had already guessed what the old snake demon was going to say, and his face looked a little evil.

"The uncle you are calling now is a descendant of that Tieba."

Wang Xilou took the pickled duck eggs that Feng Wuli left for him and ate them.

"..."

Shengqing nodded and walked away: "It's okay to eat more, after all, I can't give birth."

It was Wang Xilou's turn to look ugly again.

Feng Wuli ate silently, without making a sound or speaking while eating.

At noon, suona was played in the village.

That idiot Murao passed away last night.

Yesterday everyone had a hunch that people who have been crazy for decades suddenly wake up, and most likely they are going to leave. People really have a comeback.

A simple shed was set up below, and several Eight Immortals tables were set up. A group of women in their forties and fifties were sitting there, including Aunt Feng Wuli, and several cups of tea were placed on the table.

When I arrived at the next village, I hired a master to do some office work. The master was about fifty years old, wore a yellow mantle, and had a young apprentice who was seventeen or eighteen years old.

The young apprentice looked very nervous when he saw his master reciting the words he heard from Cocoon and wiping his sweat.

The master almost cried because he couldn't find the fool's soul for a long time.

"There's no need to look for it. His true spirit is no longer there. Just read your words carefully."

The ghost-like man next to him spoke with a gentle voice, and the old master breathed a sigh of relief.

In the mountain village, the sound of suona and gongs and drums can be heard far away.

Some people shout, some cry, some come, some go.

In the evening, Feng Wuli was blowing the natural breeze under the locust tree, and he moved a Taishi chair. The sun was mixed, and extremely dark and extremely bright appeared on him at the same time. When the wind blew, the corners of his clothes, hair, and light and shadow were swaying, making him look leisurely.

The wind is strong in autumn, and the rolled leaves are floating out of the mountains. Those martial arts masters have traveled a lot in the past few days, and the mountain village has gradually returned to peace.

Wang Xilou was cleaning her shoes in front of the door. The sun fell on her body. At first glance, the cement floor was shiny and a bit dazzling.

The mountain road was muddy, and the edges of the two pairs of shoes they brought were stained with a lot of yellow mud. Once the mud dried, it clumped together. She tried wiping it with paper, but after it couldn't be wiped clean, she now squatted in front of the door with a wood-cutting knife.

, after blowing his own, he took out Feng Wuli’s shoes and blew them.

She was a hard-working woman, and Feng Wuli, who was sitting there, felt a little guilty as he watched her busy while enjoying the shade under the tree.

He decided to let this feeling of guilt torture him as his own punishment.

He glanced at the class group, and someone in the class asked him how his condition was and whether it was getting better. Only then did he remember that he was on sick leave.

They also forwarded a lot of photos and videos from school sports events. Feng Wuli took a look at them and found that most of them looked disgusting and their movements were all frozen in very weird moments.

There are also good-looking ones, such as his little beauty seatmate, who looks like a fairy, unlike a rustic old lady like Wang Xilou.

Then more and more classmates appeared to be acting like crazy, and everyone started to attack each other. During a school sports meeting, everyone in the class became alienated, and Feng Wuli lamented endlessly.

"Brother, let's go!" Someone waved to him over there.

Feng Wuli also waved his hand and said goodbye to the martial arts masters.

Suddenly the mountain village became much deserted.

They all thought that if Sheng Qing became an immortal, they would not look for it if there was no immortal body. Feng Wuli felt that they had no willpower at all.

I took it out of my pocket and took out a piece of snake scale. I really didn't see anything special about it. I went with the little zombie to pick wild vegetables in the mountains yesterday.

They bought tickets for 4pm and are going back today.

In the distance, Huang Mao and a few people were walking down the mountain with their bags on their backs. Looking back, he felt that this mountain boy had a gentle temperament and did not look like a mountain person at all.

"Tell me, is that man also a practitioner?"

"Isn't it possible? Someone who is good at investigation has investigated it, and the little Taoist priest sent by the Shangqing Dynasty has calculated it for him, and it's nothing special."

Someone next to me said: "But he knows that old god."

"The old immortal lives here, so he must know the villagers in the mountains."

"let's go."

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, after lunch, the master and the apprentice locked the door of their uncle's house and prepared to go down the mountain.

Wang Xilou put his big hiking bag on his back again. Feng Wuli took it and put it in the shadow. She looked at Feng Wuli's shadow and didn't know what she was thinking.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think is inside your shadow?"

"How do I know? I've never been in."

"Let Suo Guan come out and ask."

"She said she didn't care about you."

Wang Xilou frowned and pretended not to have this problem: "...how do we get to the town? It's such a long journey."
To be continued...