Bullying the old man because he didn't know much about electronic devices, Wu Yahuan unceremoniously took out his cell phone, turned it into recording mode, and put it on the table pretending to be careless.
The entire conversation will be recorded and will be analyzed later in detail. Ding Fan has no objection to this.
"Under what circumstances did you and Senior Haishan get acquainted?" Ding Fan inquired. He had heard the introduction before and wanted to know more details.
"What bullshit, senior, don't praise that old guy, he is just a liar, an old liar!"
Zhang Shancui corrected Ding Fan, wondering if it was because he met Shi Shengdan that he began to hate Haishan extremely again.
"I'm a civilized person, so let's forget about senior and just call him by his first name!" Of course Ding Fan couldn't continue to scold the old liar. That would be disrespectful to his friend Hai Guanghui.
Zhang Shancui has a very good memory. While sipping tea, she started to talk about the past. She inevitably cursed and vented her emotions, which shows the depth of love and hatred!
At that time, leprosy was so scary that people were afraid to avoid it.
The man before Zhang Shancui died of liver disease, but the villagers said that he died of leprosy, and that it was caused by Zhang Shancui's infection. She was so young that she almost did not dare to go out under such circumstances.
Because of this, even today, Zhang Shancui doesn't have a good impression of Yegang Village, a poor place with indifferent people and a sad place.
Finally, the marginalized Zhang Shancui made a brave decision to live alone and live in Dongqing Mountain. What she thought in her heart was that it would be better to die and return to dust than to listen to the curses of the villagers and watch the village.
The woman's eyes rolled.
"How did you get over to Black Tiger Cliff?" Ding Fan asked.
"I remember, it was a night when I couldn't see my hands. Carrying a pot, a few bowls, and a small half bag of grain, I quietly left the village and walked up Dongqing Mountain. It was really dark at the time, but I didn't know how to be afraid.
I want to stay away from the village, further away. You think, if people’s hearts are dead, what is there to be afraid of? Unconsciously, I touched the Black Tiger Cliff, and there is a bridge on it..."
"What kind of bridge?" Ding Fan asked sensitively.
“The stone bridge is very smooth and has bright light!”
A bit ridiculous!
It must be a big project to build a stone bridge on Heihu Cliff. Besides, there is no bridge there at all. Later, when Zhang Shancui was brought down the mountain, it was just a temporary tree bridge built by knocking down a tree.
Zhang Shancui's words were inconsistent. He must be hallucinating. How could he see light in the dark night?
Confirmed Ding Fan’s guess!
Zhang Shancui went on to tell that after she passed the stone bridge, she rested on a flat ground, which is where Shuangshanju is now.
Life in the wild is not beautiful, it is cold, lonely, and you can always hear some inexplicable noises, which makes people feel even more nervous.
In fact, Zhang Shancui regretted it the next day and decided to go down the mountain. If he didn't want to be looked down upon by others in the village, he would go to the city to beg for food. As long as there were people who stuttered, they would be able to live.
However, the stone bridge has disappeared, and there is no way to pass the Black Tiger Cliff, so we can only stay.
"Old man, you don't know how to pass Black Tiger Cliff at all, do you?" Wu Yahuan interjected.
"It was like I had a dream, and I came there in a daze. Two days later, the old liar came. He told me that there is a bridge on Black Tiger Cliff, and only those who are destined can cross it," Zhang Shancui said.
"Haishan also came through that bridge?" Ding Fan asked.
"Yes, when he goes down the mountain to buy things, he always walks on the stone bridge. Once, I followed him and saw him hanging on the cliff and walking over. This man also has some skills, otherwise I wouldn't
I will be deceived by him for so many years." Zhang Shancui sighed.
Walking in the air?
Wu Yahuan's outlook on life was shattered again, and he had to get up and search the refrigerator. He found the iced drink left by Hai Guanghui, opened it, and drank a few gulps before calming down.
At this time, Wu Yahuan had already believed Ding Fan's speculation that the evil mountains in Dongqing Mountain must hide huge unknown secrets.
"Old man, Haishan will be here in two days?" Ding Fan asked calmly.
"Yes, those two days were torture enough. At night, the mountains were pitch black and extremely cold. Just when I was about to go crazy, he came with a woodcutter in his hand.
.I thought he was a bad person and I was so scared. He told me not to be afraid. He said that he was a doctor and could cure me when he saw that I was sick. He also wanted to stay. I was like that and yet I still cared.
What, so we started living together." Zhang Shancui said.
"Didn't you say that Haishan came to accompany you under the guidance of Huang Xianren?" Ding Fan scratched his head, which seemed to be different from what he said before.
"That's not what he said at first, but later he told me that Huang Xianren asked him to come." Zhang Shancui explained, took a sip of tea, and said with some annoyance: "The original words are that Huang Xianren gave the old liar to the old liar on the mountain.
I have arranged for a woman to practice with him, and that woman is me."
Ding Fan believed this. Zhang Shancui was just an ordinary widow, and Haishan was the protagonist of the incident. In order to prevent Haishan from being lonely, it made sense to arrange a woman to accompany him.
The two planted grass for incense, knelt down and worshiped heaven and earth, and became husband and wife. However, Haishan never said that he had a wife and children, and lied that he was an orphan and that no one loved him.
They built a house, cleared wasteland and planted vegetables, and the two of them lived in the mountains for a long time. During this period, Haishan looked for medicinal herbs and actually cured Zhang Shancui's illness and taught her cultural knowledge.
It was like living in a paradise. The man Zhang Shancui met had a very cultured character and never quarreled with her. Zhang Shancui had no one to rely on, so her life with him was quite secure.
The only problem, which Zhang Shancui is still brooding about, is that Haishan never touches her. They share the same bed with her, but they are only spiritual partners.
Every once in a while, Haishan will go down the mountain and come back in a day or two to buy daily necessities, firewood, rice, oil, salt, books, etc.!
"Haishan is very rich?" Ding Fan asked.
"He said that he could make money by going down the mountain to treat people. I also told him that it would be better to live somewhere else, but he refused and insisted on staying here to practice. Practice, practice is nothing, in the end, not only will you die,
, and he died before me!" Zhang Shancui cursed.
"Have you seen the Yellow Immortal?"
"I've never seen him." Zhang Shancui shook his head, "But he comes here occasionally. The old liar would rub ointment on his eyes, and then go out to talk to him. He was gesticulating all by himself, like a mentally ill person."
What Haishan put on his eyes must be Qiming ointment, so he can see things that ordinary people can't see. Of course, the Huangxian people are not ghosts, that is, they are invisible demons.
Invisibility, a kind of magical power, advanced stage, the cultivation level of this demon fairy is beyond Ding Fan's reach.
"What did they say?" Ding Fan asked.
"Where are they? It's just that old lunatic who keeps talking to himself!" Zhang Shancui insisted.