The dew has not dissipated, and the lingering coolness of the long night still envelopes the earth, and wisps of fog float in the air, obscuring the mountain forest trail.
Mu Yunfeng held a piece of dogtail grass in the corner of his mouth and carried a long sword behind him, walking on the path. Most of his injuries had healed, and his broken arm had been repaired by "The Enemy of Hell", but it was repaired by Luo Yunfeng.
Ao's shaved hair couldn't grow back for a while, so he simply shaved his head.
He didn't look like a young young hero, but rather like a little flower monk who had violated the precepts and was expelled from Shaolin.
Mu Yunfeng spat out the dogtail grass in his mouth and rubbed his "barren" head with one hand - pricking his hands.
"Master's craftsmanship is too bad, and the shave is not even." He thought with a simple smile on his face, "Not only is the craftsmanship not good, but he is also stingy. He will give his own apprentice five taels of silver when he goes to the mountain.
Barely enough food for a month."
Although he thought so, he knew in his heart that the master was worried that he was injured and had already spent all his money and went home early. But he and Tai Shizu went to Haikou and wanted to go to the world to practice hard. He wanted to let the world know.
There was Mu Yunfeng, a chivalrous and righteous person, and for this reason he even blackmailed Grand Master Taizu for half of his "Don't be alarmed by gods and ghosts".
Originally he wanted to blackmail one set, but Feng Taoist, after all, was an old man in the world, and said that the remaining half of the set would be passed on to him after he finished it in Haikou.
"Huh, stingy."
As he said that, Mu Yunfeng drew out the long sword from his back. The sword energy was like a rainbow, and the gods and ghosts were not frightened. With just a simple slash, more than a dozen dogtail grasses on the roadside had lost their heads. He struck with the sword again,
The chopped dog's tail grass jumped into his mouth before it hit the ground.
"Sell your body to bury your father, sell your body to bury your father. Just ask for a thin coffin, just ask for a thin coffin. If you buy a thin coffin, you cannot suffer a loss or be cheated."
The female voice, like a clear spring, came through the hazy mist. It was desolate and pathos, which made people feel a little pity after listening to it.
Mu Yunfeng heard the female voice and hurried away to find it, and saw a filial woman kneeling under a tree. The woman's eyes were swollen from crying, like a pair of little apricots, and two deep tear tracks ran from the bottom of her eyes to her chin.
Her lips were as bright red as if they were stained with blood, and anyone who saw them would be moved in their hearts.
"Girl, what's wrong with you?" Mu Yunfeng saw that the girl was pitiful and asked hurriedly.
"My little girl's life is hard. My mother passed away early, so I relied on an old father to help me grow up. But I never thought that bad luck would come only to those who have misfortune. My old father suddenly became ill and passed away. Now at home,
I'm the only one left, but our family is devastated, and I can't even place a thin coffin for my old father. My life is miserable, so I can only think of selling myself to bury my father." As she spoke, the woman burst into tears.
It was already gushing out, and big teardrops fell to the ground.
Mu Yunfeng had a pure nature, and when he saw the woman crying hard, he immediately asked: "How much silver does a thin coffin cost?"
The woman wiped her tears and sobbed: "One tael of silver."
"Okay, I'll give you a tael of silver." Mu Yunfeng said as he took out a tael of silver from his pocket and stuffed it into the woman's hand.
Seeing that Mu Yunfeng was so happy, the woman hurriedly wiped the tears from her eyes with the corner of her clothes, stood up and made a blessing ceremony, saying: "My husband is so kind and kind, and this little girl has nothing to repay, so I can only pledge myself to serve my husband."
"No, no need. I just feel sorry for you and want to help you. You can bury your father well and find a living by yourself."
The woman cried again: "Mr. sir, do you think that the little girl is a peasant girl, ugly in appearance, and unworthy of my husband's heart?"
Mu Yunfeng was stunned. He had heard his master say before that the woman at the foot of the mountain was very good at talking, and now he finally realized it.
"Girl, you misunderstood. I just saw that you were pitiful and wanted to help you. You don't have to pledge yourself to me. You can keep these few silver coins and bury your father. I will leave now."
After Mu Yunfeng said that, he was about to leave.
But I never thought that the woman behind me spoke again. This time there was a hint of charm in her cry, pitiful but also charming.
"My husband, I just don't want my family. You have done your best, sent the Buddha to the west, helped my family bury my father, and prepared some wine and food for my family." She said this, and suddenly her words turned cold, "Like my husband,
If you don't want to do this, the slave family will return the taels of silver to the husband. Although the slave family is poor, they still want to lose face."
Amazing, the women at the foot of the mountain are indeed amazing.
Mu Yunfeng stopped and turned around and said, "I can help you bury your father, but I will leave immediately after the burial. Don't stop me anymore."
"Okay, my dear benefactor, please come with me." The woman agreed readily, and after another blessing ceremony, she led Mu Yunfeng towards the thatched house on the mountain.
Mu Yunfeng followed the woman all the way up the mountain. The mountain road was steep and deserted, and it didn't look like a place where people lived. But the woman walked all the way, and Mu Yunfeng could only follow her.
Since you have promised someone else, there is no reason to give up halfway.
After walking for several miles on the mountain road, I finally saw a small thatched hut. The small thatched hut was divided into three rooms, all made of loess. Three walls were built with stones in front of the door. The small yard was neatly kept, but
The yard neither feeds livestock nor grows vegetables, so it looks very deserted.
"Perhaps all the livestock have been sold off." Mu Yunfeng thought to himself.
The woman opened the door, welcomed Mu Yunfei into the house, and said, "Little girl Cuilan, I haven't asked my benefactor Gao's name yet."
"Don't always call me ungrateful. My name is Mu Yunfeng. Just call me Mu Yunfeng."
"Mr. Mu, please come in."
Mu Yunfeng entered the door and saw an old man with white beard and hair lying on the kang in the back room. His face was extremely pale, as if it had been smeared with a layer of white ash, without any blood.
"I hope the girl will express my condolences." Mu Yunfeng said with a heavy expression.
Cuilan nodded, with a few tears flashing in her eyes, and said: "Mr. Mu has a kind heart, and my father's spirit in heaven will bless him and his family safely and smoothly."
Mu Yunfeng nodded and said: "Do you have shovels or other objects at home? You have chosen a tomb. It is not good for the old man to lie on the kang. It is better to be buried in the ground."
"We've already found it. It's under the pine tree facing the mountain col outside the house. That was the place my father had chosen before he was alive."
Speaking of her father, Cuilan had tears in her eyes again.
Seeing that Cuilan was about to cry again, Mu Yunfeng felt bad, so he and Cuilan asked for a shovel and then walked out of the house to dig a hole.
The planing continued until the sun went down, and Cuilan went out to shout before going back. Cuilan asked him why he had been planing for so long, and Mu Yunfeng smiled awkwardly and said that it would be better for his ancestors to dig deeper.
"If you don't dig deeper, how will I deal with what you say when you go back and promise me your life?" Mu Yunfeng thought secretly in his heart.
Back at the hut, Cuilan had already lit a candle, boiled a bowl of water and wine, and prepared four hot dishes and seven or eight steamed buns. Although they were all vegetarian dishes, they were cooked quite deliciously.
"Girl is good at craftsmanship." Mu Yunfeng praised.
Cuilan just smiled, but stopped talking. Mu Yunfeng felt that she was a little strange, the tears on her face were gone, and her face was as soft as a peach blossom under the light of a candle. The most surprising thing was her pair of eyes.
The eyes look like they have hooks.
Cuilan looked at Mu Yunfeng, and Mu Yunfeng looked at Cuilan. Their eyes met and they were silent for a long time.
"I will undress my husband." Cuilan said softly, her fingers already placed on Mu Yunfeng's shoulders.
Mu Yunfeng said "Ah" and immediately jumped up. At the same time as he said "Ah", the candles in the room suddenly went out, and there were knocks on the door.
The knocking on the door became more and more urgent, and gradually there was a shrill scream, like a ghost crying.
Cuilan was so frightened that she said "Ah" and rushed into Mu Yunfeng's arms.
"What's going on?" Mu Yunfeng asked.
Cuilan answered with fear on her face: "I'm afraid that if I brought a strange man to my house and bumped into my father, my father's ghost would come to the door and blame us."
Mu Yunfeng was shocked when he heard this. He thought that this old man was too unreasonable. He gave away money and dug holes, and yet he was blamed for his good intentions.
Just as Mu Yunfeng was thinking this, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from the back room. The old man who was originally lying on the kang actually jumped up and jumped towards Mu Yunfeng. As he jumped, he shouted: "
Mu Yunfeng, you are so brave, you dare to insult my daughter, I want you to pay with your life."
When Mu Yunfeng saw that the old man actually knew her name, she couldn't help but believe what Cuilan said. She hurriedly bowed and said, "Junior, this sudden visit may offend me, but I have not tarnished the innocence of the young lady."
Seeing Mu Yunfeng bending over, the old man took out a short dagger from his arms and stabbed Mu Yunfeng in the back of his heart in an instant.
