The sky was dark, with gray clouds in the dark sky,
In a small village at the intersection of Poyang Lake and the Yangtze River, a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar in blue shirt stood by the lake, looking at the lake connecting with the gray sky.
The cold wind was blowing around, blowing the blue shirt of the middle-aged scholar. There was no expression on the vicissitudes of the middle-aged scholar's face. He just stood with his hands behind his back, facing the endless gray color, whether it was the lake or the sky.
Not far behind the middle-aged scribe, there were two solitary graves that had just been erected. There were traces of burned paper money in front of the two solitary graves.
The cold wind lifted up the ashes of the burned paper money, flying in all directions, rising and falling, never falling for a long time.
An uninvited guest came to Nashuangzhong Village at the mouth of Poyang Lake, and that person was the middle-aged scribe in blue shirt.
The middle-aged scribe found some local villagers and asked them in detail, and the villagers were very happy to answer every question he asked. Because the middle-aged scribe who seemed to be very shabby actually took action.
Very generous. As long as any villager talks about some of the things that happened these days, he will give some considerable rewards, and the rewards are not as simple as one or two copper plates, but also white and shiny silver.
After the middle-aged scribe understood what had happened and what strangers had come to the village these days, the middle-aged scribe burned some paper money at the two solitary graves at the head of the village, and then faced them.
On the gray lake surface, I stood with my hands behind my back for a long time.
Although the local villagers had some guesses, they did not dare to ask the middle-aged scribe.
After the middle-aged scribe stood for more than half an hour, the villagers looked at where the man was standing again and found that the middle-aged scribe had passed away not long ago, as if the man had never appeared. But the villagers
The white silver in his arms proved that the man had been here. The simple villagers thought that God had opened his eyes and sent gods to give them the silver, and they all expressed their gratitude to the middle-aged scribe.
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Ye Yinfeng and Li Xiaoyao did not know that outsiders were coming to Shuangzhong Village, nor did they know that someone already knew about their presence in that small village.
They are in a small village on the shore of Poyang Lake. This is a small village in a relatively flat area. There are a few thatched houses scattered on the shore of the lake. There are some rugged and strange rocks everywhere on the shore of the lake.
, was being beaten by the lake water, one wave after another hitting the rock.
Ye Yinfeng carried the little girl named Xiaoru to a dilapidated thatched house. The owner of this thatched house can be described as a house with bare walls. There was no furniture at all, only a tattered bed.
A table and one or two uneven wooden stools are placed in this room.
This was the home of the old man and the little girl. The old man cordially invited them to sit down, but he looked embarrassed and didn't know how to greet the two teenagers.
There was really no food or other things to entertain the guests in the dilapidated hut. The little girl didn't expect so much. She ran straight to a smaller hut next to the hut and brought two
A worn-out porcelain bowl with a chipped mouth, it was just two bowls of boiled water.
Seeing this, Ye Yinfeng couldn't help but feel sour. He sat at the table and chatted with the old man. The villagers in this village had no livelihood except fishing. The old man said that this little girl
She was a miserable little girl. Last year, when her parents went fishing in the lake, strong winds and waves suddenly arose on the lake, and the child's parents and their boat were swept into the Poyang Lake. In the end, their bodies were never found.
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As the old man narrated, he shed tears secretly, and his wrinkled face was covered with tear stains. But the fat Taoist priest kept teasing the little girl after bringing her boiled water. He didn't seem to
After hearing what the old man said, I had a great time playing with the little girl.
Ye Yinfeng lamented with the old man for a long time, and then he asked the old man about the Zhang family, and also asked about the identity of the woman in red. The old man did not avoid anything, and made a detailed reply.
It turns out that the woman in red is the eldest lady of the Zhang family, the granddaughter of the current head of the Zhang family, named Zhang Lingyan. When she was five or six years old, she was noticed by a Taoist nun who came here and said that this woman had some Taoist affinity with her.
Then he took her out of Zhang Mansion, and no one knew where she was taken. However, the Taoist nun would occasionally bring this spiritual flame back to Zhang Mansion every two or three years, but this time the old man Zhang passed away.
That Zhang Lingyan didn't arrive in time for the funeral, so he might have rushed back before the old man was buried.
Ye Yinfeng was not interested in the unreasonable and unreasonable eldest daughter of the Zhang family, who had no regard for human life. He quickly asked about the Taoist nun. But the old man didn't know much about it. He just said that the Taoist nun was an expert.
, otherwise the Zhang family would not be able to safely let their eldest daughter be taken away by the other party.
Seeing that he couldn't find anything, Ye Yinfeng suddenly felt bored. This old man was just a villager from an ordinary village next to Raozhou. How could he know so much. So he didn't ask any more questions about the personnel of the Zhang family, and the old man gradually
to get rid of that sad state of mind.
The old man asked the two people to wait here for a while. He went to Poyang Lake to catch some fish and came back. He said that he wanted to entertain the savior well. There was nothing to entertain here, only the fish in Poyang Lake could entertain him.
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Ye Yinfeng was reluctant at first, so it would be difficult to get the fish in the lake in such a cold weather.
But the old man kept saying that it didn't matter. The fish in Poyang Lake in winter are the most delicious and easy to catch. If you just find a place and throw some bait there, and pull down a small net, there will be three or four unlucky ones.
The big fat fish fell into the net.
Ye Yinfeng didn't force it anymore. After all, the other party had good intentions. Besides, the other party had lived here for so many years, so fishing was not easy for them.
The old man took a small fishing net and some fishing tools and walked away. The sight of the staggering figure made Ye Yinfeng feel sour in his heart.
Seeing this, the considerate Xiaoru quickly ran to Ye Yinfeng and said to him: "Brother, don't worry about my grandpa. My grandpa is very powerful. We can just wait and eat delicious fish later."
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Ye Yinfeng stroked the other person's little head, and felt melancholy in his heart. This little girl who was about the same age as his little sister was so strong. Looking back at himself, along the way, he was more indifferent to anything.
Confidence, and often indecision.
Li Xiaoyao did not come to disturb him. He could see the changes in Ye Yinfeng's eyes. There were many things that he couldn't say directly. He had to rely on the other person to understand them all.
Ye Yinfeng's heart was filled with turbulent waves, and his eyes began to become firm. At this time, he felt that no matter how great the difficulties were, it would never be able to stump him again. Looking at the little girl in front of him, although
She lived a poor life, but she was still optimistic. She had no complaints about life, but lived happily every day. This mentality unknowingly affected Ye Yinfeng, and even Ye Yinfeng himself was not aware of all this.
Know.
But the fat Taoist priest Li Xiaoyao saw it and saw that his junior brother cheered up. This was of course a good thing. Although he had experienced too much, no strong man had not experienced such and such hardships. These were just small ones.
Ye Yinfeng took Xiaoru to play by the lake, while Li Xiaoyao watched from the side.
At this time, Ye Yinfeng felt peaceful in his heart. Those family feuds and hatred were buried deep in his heart. Now he just wanted to enjoy this short period of peace and quiet.
For a moment, the laughter of a boy in blue shirts and a little girl of 17 or 17 or 17 years old echoed by the lake and throughout this dilapidated mountain village. The white cranes everywhere seemed to be infected by them, and they kept making brisk cheers.
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The sound of cranes, the laughter of human beings, the white cranes that flutter their wings and want to fly straight into the sky, the boys and little girls running around, spreading their arms and wanting to fly, what a harmonious and peaceful scene it is at this moment.
In less than an hour, the old man came back with three big fish. The fish were still jumping up and down in his hand, showing off happily.
The old man's face was a little purple. He must have been frozen in the water in such a cold weather. Ye Yinfeng couldn't say anything about this. All he could do was sit and wait for the old man to cook the fish and enjoy the fish.
of deliciousness.
The old man skillfully killed the fish, then removed the scales and guts. Xiaoru quickly lit the fire, and a stream of green smoke spread in all directions, and there was also smoke above the thatch around them.
All around.
Soon, a dinner started in the cooking room where the fishes were cooked. There was no wine and no decent bowls and chopsticks. The four of them ate the delicious food brought by the plump fish in silence.
Before the night fell, the dinner ended with only the bones of the fish remaining.
Ye Yinfeng and the other two said goodbye. Before leaving, Li Xiaoyao handed a piece of grained silver to the old man, but was blocked by the old man. He meant that the grace of saving a life is greater than heaven, let alone just a meal.
thing.
But Li Xiaoyao insisted on refusing, and they gave in to each other, and finally the money was stuffed into the old man's arms. However, Li Xiaoyao made a weird move. He hugged the old man's shoulders and said something unknown in his ear.
What.
After hearing what Li Xiaoyao said in his ear, the old man's face changed slightly, his eyes kept twitching, and his eyes flashed with sharp light from time to time. At this time, the old man was still an honest and ordinary person.
To the villagers in the village, he looked like a cunning old fox at this moment.
Ye Yinfeng was saying goodbye to Xiaoru and didn't notice the situation at all. He picked up Xiaoru with a look of reluctance in his eyes.
"Brother Feng, you must come and see Xiaoru when you have time." Xiaoru's naughty words also contained a bit of reluctance. Her dark eyes stared at Ye Yinfeng who was hugging her unblinkingly. She was deeply moved.
I'm afraid that if I blink, the other person will disappear.
"Yes, for sure. Xiaoru must be good and take good care of grandpa."
"Don't lie to Xiaoru, let's pull the hook."
A tiny little tail finger hooked on an adult's little finger, a game that no one can break, an agreement that belongs only to them. Maybe this is just the beginning, or maybe it's also the end.
Li Xiaoyao and Ye Yinfeng took advantage of the night that had not yet completely fallen to leave the thatched house of the old man and Xiaoru.
A slender little girl kept looking at the two figures, motionless, until the two people completely disappeared from her sight, then she turned and returned to the old man.
"Miss, this old slave was discovered by the Taoist priest."
But at this time, there was another strange scene. The old man lowered his head respectfully and whispered to the little girl.
The little girl frowned and said lightly: "It doesn't matter, he is not hostile to us, maybe we can cooperate."
The little girl was still the petite and cowardly little girl. At this moment, her whole body suddenly exuded an invisible majesty, and her hands and feet exuded a noble and elegant temperament.
The old man lowered his head even lower and whispered: "Old slave, I understand, but now that they have ruined our plan, I'm afraid we have to make a new one."
"Forget it, God is not as good as man. Maybe this time it will be a good thing." The little girl said lightly, "Let's just wait and see. Maybe there will be a better opportunity. You may pay more attention in the future.
Please don’t show your flaws anymore, lest other people find out.”
"Yes, I understand, but I was really careless this time. I didn't expect that the little Taoist priest had so much experience in the world. I didn't expect that when he gave the money, he detected the fluctuations in the old slave's internal energy, but he was just suspicious and didn't know that we
Identity. And the old slave got the news that Nangong Xianchen, the eldest lady of Linglong Valley, and one of her personal maids also appeared in Raozhou City."
"Why did she come to Raozhou City? She came here for the jade pendant, right?" The little girl frowned and looked thoughtful. She was still a seven or eight-year-old girl, but she looked like an adult woman.
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"Probably not. The master and the servant should have traveled all the way north from the valley to enjoy the mountains and rivers. Maybe they just arrived here by chance." The old man replied respectfully.
"What other prominent figures have appeared in Raozhou City? I'm afraid someone deliberately spread the news about the Zhang family this time. I don't know who the person who spread the news is. I'm afraid there will be a turmoil in Raozhou City."
The girl sighed and said.
"Others didn't notice it, but there were remnants of the 'Nine Nether Sect' in Raozhou City. It was said that a remnant of the 'Nine Nether Sect' was killed in Nayizhuang, and his body was rotting.
Regardless of how he was killed, no other remnants of the cult have been found in Raozhou City yet. There is another person who appears more strangely, and that person is Fu Ao, the old sect member of the largest gang in the Central Plains, the "Shengyang Clan".
Bei, this person is also now in Raozhou City."
The old man told all the information he had obtained without hiding anything.
When the little girl heard this, she frowned and fell into deep thought.
Unexpectedly, night had fallen and the sky was completely dark. The old man lit a candle, and the little girl's figure became longer in the weak candlelight.