Lang Zixuan said that this hut was occupied by a villager who used to build a fish pond. Later, the villager's family of three drowned in the pond for no reason. In the future, no one came to rent the fish pond, so the hut became idle. He bought it the year before last.
This fish pond has never been used to raise fish, nor has it been used to live here. It is only used for occasional needs. It is about ten miles away from the village, and there are no people around, so it is very secluded.
There are no electric lights in this house. What is lit is a dead kerosene lamp, but it is about the same brightness as a light bulb. The house is fully equipped with rice, oil and salt, but the living area only has a small kang, which is less than two meters wide.
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Lang Zixuan said that he would replace the previously delivered food with some food every once in a while to avoid mold. As for non-staple food, although there are no fry in this fish pond, there are also many wild grass carp in it, which can be caught and eaten at any time. Because here
It is a haunted house, so villagers usually avoid it when walking back and forth, so this is definitely a good place to take refuge and recuperate.
Lang Shuoyang looked at the willow trees swaying in the night wind outside the window, feeling a little uneasy and asked: "Since it is a haunted house, is it haunted?"
Lang Zixuan gave him a look with her charming phoenix eyes and said: "A grown man doesn't want a mother-in-law. How can you be a sorcerer if you are so timid? Do what you should do."
So Lang Shuoyang went to get Lang Zixuan a basin of water to wash his feet.
Lang Zixuan's injuries were stretched a bit during the fight with Sister Hua and the others, and it was painful to bend down. Lang Shuoyang wanted to help her wash her feet, but she said no, her two white feet were soaked in the water and her blood vessels could be clearly seen.
They rubbed each other for a while, then turned around and returned to the kang.
When Lang Shuoyang was thinking about where I would sleep, Lang Zixuan told him, just sleep next to me, but don't touch me. I am very alert when I sleep at night. If you touch me, I might hurt you.
Lang Shuoyang listened to her words and lay down beside Lang Zixuan, face to face with her, leaving a gap of more than twenty centimeters in between.
Although he didn't touch her body that night, Lang Zixuan's face was like hibiscus and his breath was like orchid, which made Lang Shuoyang flustered. He turned away from her and could still smell her body fragrance, which made him unable to sleep at all.
In the middle of the night, Lang Shuoyang was about to fall asleep in a daze when he suddenly heard someone crying, as if it was above his head.
He looked up and saw a woman sitting on the ground with her hair disheveled and holding a baby in her arms. Next to her stood a short man dressed as a villager, who kept trying to persuade her not to cry.
Lang Shuoyang thought to himself, these must be the ghosts of that family of three.
Lang Shuoyang was about to push Lang Zixuan, but his outstretched hand was grabbed by Lang Zixuan. When he looked at her, she raised her index finger to her mouth, signaling to be silent. With such a powerful master by his side, Lang Shuoyang was naturally not afraid.
I just heard the woman crying and saying: "Xu Daode is not a human being. You are still such a coward. What's the point of living for me!"
The man said: "Xu Daode is a famous scoundrel. Even the village chief is afraid of him. What can I do?"
The woman said: "In this case, I'll just die and save myself from being bullied by that scoundrel." After saying that, she stood up and walked out, but the man couldn't hold her back.
After a while, a man's cry came from outside: "Cuihua, what will I do if you die? I will let you go!" Then there was no sound.
Lang Zixuan said: "This is because the ghosts are unwilling to leave their former residence, so whenever they die, they come back unknowingly and repeat the past things."
Lang Shuoyang said: "Then this family must have been bullied to death. The bad guy's name is Xu Daode."
"Well, it's none of our business, are you afraid?" Lang Zixuan asked Lang Shuoyang.
"Don't be afraid, I'm used to it." Lang Shuoyang replied.
"If you're not afraid, please let go of my hand first." Lang Zixuan said. Lang Shuoyang lowered his head and saw that both of his hands were holding one of Lang Zixuan's hands tightly.
Lang Zixuan closed her eyes and fell asleep. Being disturbed by the ghost, Lang Shuoyang couldn't sleep even more this time. He hardly slept a wink that night.
Early in the morning, the morning sun shone through the window and scattered on the kang. With the morning sun, Lang Shuoyang once again admired this beautiful woman sleeping together.
Her eyelashes are long, her eyebrows are slightly furrowed, her fair cheeks are slightly rosy, her chin is pointed, her lips are slightly open, her pink and white neck is like a lotus root, and the gap in her shirt button is slightly open due to her breasts, as if it cannot be closed.
Living in the spring scenery of that garden. The posture of this sleeping beauty is really sultry.
During this period, he felt childlike several times and wanted to reach out and touch Lang Zixuan to see if she was as alert as she said, but his fingers were only a few centimeters away from her cheeks that were as thick as gel, but he never dared to touch her.
To be honest, although Lang Zixuan is beautiful, her beauty has a sacred and inviolable temperament that makes people dare not abuse her.
When Lang Zixuan woke up, Lang Shuoyang had already lit the earthen stove in the kitchen and put the rice into the pot. Lang Zixuan leaned against the door frame and watched him busy making breakfast. She smiled and said, "I really wouldn't be able to do this without you."
I know how to use this earthen stove to cook."
Lang Shuoyang finally knew his own value and said proudly: "I am the one who cooks at home. I don't even want to eat the food cooked by my godfather."
Lang Zixuan said: "Uncle said that when you were first picked up, you should have been over three years old according to the time written on the silver medal, but you didn't eat rice at all, just raw meat, like a little wild wolf."
Lang Shuoyang smiled: "Now I am willing to eat meat, but my godfather won't let me eat raw meat anymore."
Lang Zixuan said: "The first time I saw you, my uncle soaked you in the medicinal soup, with only one head exposed, your big eyes giggling and you were very cute."
Lang Shuoyang said: "Yes, my godfather said that when I was first picked up by him, I suffered from severe rheumatism and could not walk normally, so he spent a year collecting hundreds of traditional Chinese medicines and preparing a decoction.
They soaked me in it and steamed me every day, and it took more than a year to get rid of the root cause of my disease, otherwise I would not be as strong as I am now!"
Lang Zixuan said: "Your innate foundation is stronger than mine. If you learn Taoism, you will be much better than me. I only agreed to accept you as my disciple because you have this talent. Don't let me down!"
Lang Shuoyang immediately promised that I would devote all my efforts to practice and I would not let down my sister’s hard work.
After dinner, Lang Zixuan said: "Come on, let's do the worship ceremony." So she wrote down the memorial tablet of the ancestor. There was no place to bathe, so they washed their hands and faces, then planted grass for incense, and bowed several times before the ceremony. Lang Zi
Xuan said: "Lang Zixuan, a disciple of Maoshan, is the 107th generation descendant of the Emeishan lineage. He has accepted his cousin Lang Shuoyang as his disciple and taught him the Taoism of Maoshan. I hope my ancestor will give me permission!" Then she bowed her head.
Lang Shuoyang couldn't help but feel a little amused at her well-behaved look. She was lying in front and kowtowing, while Lang Shuoyang knelt behind and stared at her raised buttocks. Lang Zixuan said: "Behave with your eyes, don't be rude in front of the Patriarch's throne."
Lang Shuoyang quickly withdrew his eyes, wondering in his heart, how could she notice me peeking at her from behind? Could it be that the eyes on her buttocks that she practices in Taoism can also be seen? What about a layer of pants?