"What fools!"

Ancient currencies were mainly precious metals, and gold and silver were measured according to their weight, or in other words, basically following this principle, one hundred gold, in the real sense, there should be "one hundred taels", but such a heavy thing, it is extremely inconvenient to take it out, and it is not in line with the pretentious demeanor of those young masters.

The small golden ticket is a small board made of pure gold, wider than the hand board, shorter, and longer than the brand, wider, like an elongated playing card, that is, some thickness, and carved with exquisite text patterns, at first glance I don't quite understand what the text means.

The old woman held the golden ticket in her hand, and looked over and over again, and it was about a long time before she had seen such a valuable thing, and her eyes were shining.

Wuya poured a few mouthfuls of water first, used her sleeve as a towel, wiped it over, and explained: "It's the first time I've seen this thing, The words on it say it's the name of the silver village, and the pattern is what to bet on, anyway, it's not allowed to be fake, and I still think about whether to take it apart and take a look, but it's so beautiful." ”

"What to dismantle, this can be used as a family heirloom, when you and Si'er have a child, pass it on to him, so that it will be passed down from generation to generation, it will be the ancestor's family!"

As she spoke, the old woman snatched the other golden ticket with one hand, and the total weight of the golden ticket did not exceed one hundred taels, otherwise I was afraid that she would have flashed a handful of old bones.

Wuya followed the old woman into the house, the two of them hid the money together, and when they left the room, looking at the dilapidated courtyard, the old woman showed a smile on her face for the first time: "My fourth son is so capable, I don't have to worry about it in the future, and grandma can close her eyes with peace of mind." ”

"Grandma, don't worry, there's still me. ”

Wuya is not to be outdone, she always wants to be taken seriously, and she can't wait for everyone in the family to regard her as a pillar.

Si'er didn't fight with her, and understood that she was mostly because she couldn't let go of things when she was a child, and she always felt that being relied on would be more valuable or something, and her various performances in the past were exposed.

The old man was smoking a cigarette on the side, laughing with Si'er and watching the laughter of the old woman and Wuya, at this moment, the atmosphere in the small courtyard was particularly beautiful.

With this money as a foundation, Si'er will no longer do things like magic sticks, since this world has a mysterious power like Dao Palace, it is better to keep a low profile. The old woman no longer forced him, and the ability not to do it and the inability to do it are two different things.

Si'er was able to go to work normally again, he was still somewhat sure of hiding his temperament, although he had seen that gentleman later, but the other party didn't recognize him again, at that time, he was still bragging to people that he had met a young Taoist, how he was so good, etc., and all he got were the unbelieving eyes of the people around him.

It has been more than 40 years since the Dao Palace was not out, and people in ancient times rarely lived long, forty years, many people have lived all their lives, and there are still two or three rounds of people who have come in this short period of time, the older ones, who have never seen the early prominence of the Dao Palace, have long forgotten what kind of majesty they are, and they are called the palace with the momentum of a religion, and they are almost above the imperial power, where is the one that people can easily think of covering the sky with one hand?

It's like that jade pendant, in the eyes of those who know it, knows that it is a good thing that can resist the attack of spiritual power, and it can also protect the soul to a certain extent, but in the eyes of those who don't know, it is at most a precious plaything, and even feels that the jade quality is not the best, and it is a little difficult to show off.

In the long run, maybe in a few more years, no one will remember what happened to the Dao Palace.

Si'er tasted this layer of chill, and only the word "end law" hovered in his mind, which was indeed the end of the law, otherwise he might have found that the aura here was enough to cultivate, and there must be miracles, and now, that slight end of the aura, is really hard to absorb, a lifetime of diligence, and may not be able to live the third layer of qi training, such a low level, he usually chooses to give up cultivating aura, the cost performance is too low.

As for those teas that can still show some miracles, I'm afraid that there is a good tea tree, and it hasn't withered so far, but it won't be too long.

Estimating these things, Si'er eliminated some of his yearning for the Dao Palace, and at the urging of the old woman, he married Wuya.

The child daughter-in-law finally became a daughter-in-law, which did not match the expectations of the fourth child, but it was not unacceptable, the name of the ancient times was very important, and the name was set early, if the fifth girl had other intentions, he would be fulfilled, but the other party was bent on the power of the family after marriage, and the fourth child had no special reason to deny her, and it became a matter of course to get married.

I don't dare to say love, after a few years of getting along, there is always a feeling.

The day after the marriage, Wuya took over the affairs of the family from the old woman, the poor family, and there are no relatives and friends, the family affairs are simple, not to mention, even the family is much easier.

Wuya combed the woman's hair in a bun, and also followed the example of the old woman, wrapped some hair with a piece of flower cloth, and then there was an almost bald silver hairpin, and the whole person looked very capable.

Si'er always felt like a child playing at home, watching her busy inside and outside the house since then, unconsciously, she was as idle as the old man.

Life in the city is still better than in the village, at least there is a lot more convenience in the word food and clothing, the old woman didn't like to make clothes and cook, now she can buy everything, she doesn't want to go back, from the golden ticket part, take out this small yard, take care of it, and just live like this.

A few years later, the old woman died in her sleep, and when she went, the old man was by her side, and died first, and the dried blood at the corners of his mouth proved that he did not die a natural death.

Si'er was puzzled, and had to check it again, but Wuya was very plain to put people into the coffin that had been prepared for burial, and only said: "No need to check, it must have been done by grandma, she said earlier, she would poison grandpa to death before she died, so as not to leave him alone in the world, and the coffin does not need two, one is enough, grandpa is below, grandma is above..."

I don't know when Wuya got these instructions, speaking of which is the way, Si'er found the bottle containing the poison, and held it in the palm of the old woman's hand, tightly, and couldn't pull it out, confirming the fact that it was just as Wuya said.

The two worked together to place the two bodies, and then went to the neighbor's house to report the funeral, hung a white cloth, and pulled the coffin outside for burial on the same day.

In the evening, Si'er had not calmed down, and he was burning paper in the hall that looked similar to the countryside, and Wuya was about to dig the grave with a hoe and pulling him.

"We can't bury it like this, it's going to burn, it's not easy to get it during the day, it's just right to go now..."

Si'er hasn't figured out the doorway of the nightmare until now, and she took what Wuya said seriously, she will do whatever she says, anyway, cremation is also burial, and in Si'er's opinion, it is not bad.

His performance made Wuya a lot satisfied, and on the way back, he was still boasting: "Grandma is right, you are an honest person, and you will not be kind to me... When we die, the ashes will be turned into one. ”

“... ... Okay. ”

Si'er doesn't know what to say, it's not enough to show affection in life and death?

Thinking about how the old man died, in a trance, it seemed that he saw his future treatment, so that the relationship was still short-lived! At least it saved money for poison!

Wuya has always been successful, and Si'er has no doubt that she will do what she says in the future, just like the old woman, she will never be soft when feeding poison.

It seems that the way of death that can be seen at a glance did not make Si'er afraid, but she was more curious about Wuya, what is her psychology?

When she returned home, it was still late at night, and Wu Ya mixed the little ashes left behind with water to turn them into gray and black paint, took an old wool pen, and dipped the paint made of ashes on the painting in the hall.

The painting was still hanging on the wall, and it was not taken down, Wuya tilted her head, padd her toes, and tried to raise her arms to paint on it, and did not want Si'er to help, Si'er could feel that when Wuya was concentrating, there seemed to be a force circulating between her and the painting.

That brush is the bridge, so that one painting and one person become one.

His eyes were amazed, this painting was too special, and it was carefully kept by the old woman, he had long felt that it should be of great use, but no matter how many times he swept it with his spiritual power, even if he used his spiritual power to stimulate it once, in the end it had no effect, it was a very ordinary painting.

But now... What kind of power is nightmare? It's like black magic, with enough evil rituals and rich sacrifices, those who are not determined to do so can be exchanged for power beyond the mundane.

He was a little jealous for a while, not because this power was strong, but because the source of this power was difficult to control.

Wuya doesn't know how to draw, and she doesn't use a brush much every day, and she doesn't even hold the pen in the right posture, crooked, she smeared in the flock, and didn't even draw half of a complete sheep, only roughly sketched a few lines, and roughly could see the appearance of a sheep hidden inside, only the sheep with her back exposed, and she was already sweating profusely.

Si'er didn't interrupt her, watching her finish the hidden sheep with one stroke, and as the tip of her pen left, the sheep seemed to be aged in an instant, the excess water color on it disappeared, and the gray and black lines were no different from the surroundings.

As if by illusion, Si'er seemed to see the girl in the belly pocket in the painting smiling sweeter, as if she was happy that there was one more sheep, the same as when Wuya first handed over the money she had earned to him.

Wuya is happy because she has shown her ability and proved her worth, but what is she?

Si'er looked at it intently, his memory was very good, and when he carefully compared it with the painting he saw for the first time in his memory, there was not much change, but he could still see that the corners of the old woman's mouth waiting on the side of the road opened a little wider, which made his expression more and more unsightly.

"Okay, so I miss my grandmother in the future, let's just look at the painting, the ancestors are all on it. Wuya put away the pen, clapped her hands and looked at the painting, she seemed to be very satisfied, her forehead still had unwiped sweat, but there was already more "praise me" in her eyes.

"Well, that's good. After Si'er knew that it was the old woman's order, he didn't say anything, but after having children in the future, he didn't allow Wuya to pass on the nightmare, and the two made a big fuss about it, if it wasn't for the outbreak of war later, I'm afraid there would never be reconciliation, even so, in the following years, in addition to supporting each other, there was no previous friendly atmosphere.

In this life, Si'er died early, he never cultivated his body, but in the time of war, he wasted his spirit to protect his family, and he was only in his forties.

Wuya glared at him and agreed, gritting his teeth, like a crazy woman.

Si'er suddenly smiled: "Don't paint that, don't paint sheep..."

The last sentence turned out to be this, the children didn't read a word, watching Si'er's eyes closed, and Wuya's palm was raised: "I wanted to beat you for a long time, I always couldn't bear it when I was alive, this time I can be considered happy!"

Saying this, this slap, in the end, is still not loud, fluttering lightly, the skin is still warm, the person is still asleep... There was a sour look in the eyes.

When the children outside heard the sound and came in, what they saw was Wuya's eyes wide open, and she shouted loudly, as if she was arguing with someone, "Do you hear it, just burn the two of us together and bury the ashes." She didn't say anything about the painting, which she had already carried in her arms, along with a bottle of poison.

The thin white porcelain vase fell to the ground and shattered, Wuya used her last strength, glared at Si'er again, and the corners of her mouth overflowed with blood, "Always... No...... Let (me)... Save (heart)..."

In the midst of a cry, she fell heavily on Si'er.

The tongue of fire rolled up with black smoke, in the choking smoke, among the black and red flames, there seemed to be a road revealed, as if the old woman who was the embodiment of the flame opened her bloody mouth, and looked at the end of the road with fierce eyes, and the girl who was also like a flame was driving forward with some gray and black shadows, she saw it, or she didn't see it, the end of the road was connected to the old woman's tongue, or that road seemed to be the old woman's outstretched tongue...

"Baa, baa-"

"There seem to be sheep around, is it the sound of sheep?"

"Where did the sheep come from, don't you be hungry!"

The sadness in his eyes has not yet dissolved, and he reprimanded his own lazy woman, the man looked at the sky-high fire, he seemed to have heard the voice of the villagers reproaching him for his unfilial piety, scolding, where could he think that his own strong mother would take poison?

A gust of wind suddenly came, and all the illusions in the flames were suppressed with the fire, and all disappeared, and when they burned again, the smoke was much less, and soon there was a pile of ashes left in the same place, and it was no longer possible to distinguish who was right and who was wrong.

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