It is foggy all year round, day and night... There are endless rumors of ghosts.
The interior of the valley is quiet and peaceful, especially tonight when the moon and stars are few and far between. The wooden house is in front of a clear stream, and the feeling of tranquility flows quietly.
“Woof woof woof!”
The old yellow dog suddenly barked.
This cry disturbed the night, the clear stream also rippled, and the moon shadow shattered the water shadow.
The valley woke up.
There is a horse in front of the wooden house, and sitting on the horse is an old man with white hair taking a nap.
“What’s the fuss about?” He muttered dissatisfiedly without opening his eyes.
“Boss, it’s me.”
A young man with long hair and bloody eyes broke through the light night and quickly walked up to the old man.
“Woof woof woof!”
The old yellow dog lying in the corner of the room roared at him a few more times, looking very ferocious.
It's a pity that his old appearance, with his bones all exhausted, is really not a deterrent.
In other words, the "newcomer" is bullied and dare not contradict him.
The old man sitting on the horse opened his eyes and looked at it: "Oh, little snake."
Fang Heling has long been used to it.
He said calmly: "I am Xiaohe."
"Xiaohe..." The old man stood up, came to him, and said in a serious tone: "There is a woman in my room, do you know who she is? She is lying on my bed, and I can't even sleep!"
"
“It’s Master Jiemian.” Fang Heling replied.
“Oh…” The old man thought for a while: “Who?”
Fang Heling thought for a moment and put his left hand on his face: "It's Mr. Yanzi."
“Yan…Zi.” The old man murmured: “Yan…I am Yan Chunhui…Yan Chunhui is me!”
“Jiang Mengxiong!”
He suddenly twisted his body and looked to the east. The turbidity in his old eyes suddenly washed away, like a clear stream washing the bright moon, and a layer of clear light emerged, extremely sharp!
The clear stream in front of the wooden house seems to have solidified.
The old yellow dog instantly picked up his tail.
There was no wind, and there seemed to be no stars or moon.
Fang Heling lowered his eyes and stood still, motionless.
“How were you going out this time?” The old man had completely changed his tone. Although his voice was still old-fashioned, it now had an air of indifference overlooking the common people.
“Everything you asked has been done,” Fang Heling said.
The old man took out a yellowed ancient book from his arms, handed it to him and said: "This is the sword book you want, a fierce sword that has been outlawed in the world during the flying sword era..."
Fang Heling took it silently.
He did not say thanks because there was no need to thank him.
At the Head of Humans and Demons, giving and receiving are always equal.
And this is what he deserves.
“You can think about it now,” the old man said.
“This is my choice.” Fang Heling said.
"You should have a rest early." He saluted the old man, turned around and walked out.
walking very determinedly.
This is an era of great talent.
He can't walk fast, so he can only walk like this.
“Woof woof woof!”
Probably after calming down for a while, the old yellow dog felt that he could do it again, so he started barking majestically at Fang Heling's back again.
The old man glanced at it.
It immediately shut up and wagged its tail in a flattering manner.
“You stupid dog can’t even squeeze a persimmon soft.” The old man shook his head and walked towards the wooden house.
The old yellow dog waggled his tail and showed him the door, very respectfully.
When he entered the wooden house.
The old yellow dog immediately tilted his head and spat: "Bah!"
He even kept talking: "Is there a good person in your poor valley? Where can I pinch the weak persimmon?"
It cursed angrily, lay down again and narrowed its eyes.
The structure of the wooden house is very simple.
There is only one kitchen, one main room and one bedroom.
You will find the main room upon entering, with the kitchen on the left and the bedroom on the right.
There is an Eight Immortals table placed on the top wall of the hall, with three benches surrounding it.
There are several dishes of side dishes on the table, covered with a bamboo cover to protect them from insects and flies.
Looking up, there is a black wooden shrine hanging on the wall.
There is an incense burner in the shrine, with incense burning, and even half a burner of incense ashes... but there is no statue of the god.
There is not even a picture of God.
I don’t know what they are worshiping.
Otherwise, the hall was empty.
Yan Chunhui turned right and walked into the bedroom.
This bedroom still adheres to the simple overall style.
The bed was a very simple and narrow single-person bamboo bed, leaning against the wall so alone. There was not even a curtain, let alone any other decorations.
Something that is somewhat incompatible with the style of the whole house is
There is an extremely gorgeous harp placed by the window of the bedroom.
From the carvings to the luster of the strings...everything speaks of the word "precious".
It takes the utmost care and craftsmanship to create such treasures.
And it sits there quietly, waiting for a pair of hands to caress it.
The wooden window is closed, and it must have been closed for a long time.
So this piano must have been lonely for a long time...even if it is as shiny as new.
Yan Chunhui’s eyes fell on the bamboo bed.
There is a "person" lying on the bed at this time...
If it can still be called a human being.
She has the "shape" of a human, with a human head and facial features... but it is not entirely a human limb.
The position of the left hand is probably a paw.
The position of the right hand is like an elephant's leg.
The torso is like some different animals pieced together, some with hair, some with thorns, not only uneven, but also inconsistent in color...
It should be the position of the legs, but they are relatively uniform, and they are two colorful snake tails.
The "person" lying down had his eyes closed.
His face was bloody.
Yan Chunhui stepped forward and took a closer look, his wrinkled eyelids slightly raised.
Then the sword roared.
The "person" on the bed immediately opened his eyes.
Looking at the gray-haired Yan Chunhui, she felt dazed for a moment.
But that sudden trance was soon broken.
The most beautiful man in the Chen Kingdom back then is now just a forgetful old man.
And she...
She did not dare to move her eyes, but after gradually waking up, she showed extreme fear.
"I died. And then you...saved me?" she asked tremblingly.
Yan Chunhui nodded.
The terrifying suspicion was verified. Tears flowed out all of a sudden, and she almost lost control.
He yelled: "Yan Chunhui! Why did you save me! Why did you save me? You bastard! You damn... damn! Who allowed you to use that dirty method to save me?"
I!"
Yan Chunhui looked at her quietly without saying a word.
She cursed for a while on the bamboo bed, and finally she seemed to have lost her strength, sobbing and crying: "I should have died a long time ago, I should have died three hundred years ago! Why do you...why do you have so much power!"
“Don’t cry.” Yan Chun replied.
His comfort was very weak and turbid. It was like twisting the rag hard and squeezing out two drops of dirty water. When it was squeezed out, it seemed that something had finally been accomplished, but when it fell down, it stained the place again.
Only her eyes can move in Yanzi's body, but the passing shadow is enough for her to confirm her conjecture and know what she looks like.