Fan Youwei followed Lao Liu Tou into the "Huangquan Road", which was really unexpected by himself. This was the first time he had walked into this eerie path that daunted him, but it wasn't the last, and of course that's another story.

Youwei followed Lao Liu Tou to walk on the path, and the grave bags all over the ground made him feel extremely uncomfortable, as if the yin wind blowing from all directions made him stand upside down. Along the way, he tried to keep his eyes on the back of Old Liu's rickety, and he couldn't see those graves, and the fear in his heart gradually eased a lot.

The two of them walked to the end of the path without saying a word. Youwei finally couldn't help but ask: "Old, old fairy, don't you have something to say to me?"

"You see, this archway has been standing there for more than a thousand years, but Fanjia Village is not as good as the next generation. There's a chance to tear it down for me. ”

"This?" Lao Liu's seemingly casual words really surprised Youwei, and he didn't know whether to answer well or not for a while, so he could only stay in place and stop talking.

"By the way, what did you just call me? Old fairy? Haha, some people have called me that before, but it was fifty years ago, so let's not talk about it. For some reason, Lao Liu Tou suddenly looked a little sad.

"The children in the village are afraid of you, saying that you are a bad thing, and you are doing some shady things for the city god. Anyway, I don't believe it, I think you are an immortal!" Fan Youwei said solemnly.

"Oh, I'm just a weird bad old man, why do you think I'm a fairy?" Old Liu Tou looked at Youwei with a smile, obviously liking to listen to this child's words.

"Because you are my benefactor, the ancients said that the grace of a drop of water will repay the spring, so those things you do for me, I Fan Youwei can't repay even if I pick up the river. Fan Youwei said these words in one breath, although there was only one sentence, but he had been preparing for ten years, and what the ancients said was still asked by him from Erniu, who had gone to school next door.

"You doll, don't look at you haven't read, you talk in a set. Old Liu Tou said with a smile, but he understood the meaning of this sentence.

"Liu Shen, Grandpa Liu. Actually, I want to ask you, did you help me back then because you pitied me?" Fan Youwei saw that Lao Liu Tou was not as eccentric as the legend, but had an inexplicable sense of intimacy, so he simply opened the skylight and said something bright.

"Pity?" Lao Liu patted Youwei's head and continued: "I, I pity myself, you don't understand, you don't understand." Old Liu Tou turned around, turned his back to Youwei, looked at the end of the path, and his heart rippled, and this ripple went back to a hundred years ago.

That year, in the early autumn, the Eight-Nation Coalition Army entered the city of Beijing and burned the Old Summer Palace of Emperor Lao'er, which burned for three days and three nights. That year, outside Beijing in early autumn, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old skinny teenager, carrying the body of his biological father, walked all the way to the south, walked back to his hometown far away in the south of the Yangtze River, the soles of his shoes were worn out, and he walked barefoot, walking straight until his feet were blurred with flesh and blood, just for a sentence of fallen leaves and angelica roots.

It was also in the early autumn of that year that a young Taoist priest led a blind old yellow dog to the root of the imperial city, entered the Forbidden City, and unhurriedly crossed the threshold of the emperor's dormitory, and saw the sick Emperor Xianfeng. After a while, he went to Chuxiu Palace, met a person who should not be seen, and talked about something that should not be discussed, which was two hours, and then he took the dog and left the palace with a sad face, leaving the city of Beijing. In the summer of the second year, Emperor Xianfeng died in the Rehe Summer Resort, and at the same time as he closed his eyes, a white-clothed Taoist on the top of Wuyi Mountain in Fujian Province made a gesture to the north and said, "The poor road has done its best." ”

The skinny young man with a corpse on his back met the dog leader on Jiangnan Road. At that time, the blind old yellow dog suddenly jumped out and yelled at the young man twice, and the young man fell to the ground in a panic, and then looked up and saw the young Taoist who was slipping his slippers. Later, the man put on the cloth shoes that the boy had taken off from his feet, and without saying a word, he carried his father's corpse and walked the rest of the way for him. Later, the young man became an apprentice of a young Taoist, and followed him to visit all the famous mountains and rivers, and also walked through the deserted villages and wild shops.

Spring went to autumn, year after year, the eight-nation coalition army left, the Japanese devils entered the village again, the devils just surrendered, and the Chinese fought a civil war again. The Taoist priest who led the dog was still the same as he was back then, but the young man was a bad old man with white hair. He asked Master why he didn't care about the affairs of this world, and Master said that the world is time, and we cultivators should not care about it and can't manage it. Later, one day, New China was founded, and the Taoist priest disappeared inexplicably, leaving only a letter to his apprentice. The apprentice fidgeted after reading the letter, and the next day he went down the mountain and became the old Liu Tou, a ghost-catching warlock.

"Grandpa, what do you think. After listening to Lao Liutou's words, Youwei was already confused, but he was waiting for the following, but he found that the old man suddenly stopped talking, and his face kept changing expressions.

"Oh, what about some stories that haven't been written in books?" replied Old Liu, his tone slightly sad.

"Can you tell me the story?" said Youwei curiously.

"No!" Lao Liu refused with a mouthful, and Youwei was stunned on the spot.

"Do you want to repay me?" asked Lao Liu suddenly.

"Yes!"

"Then I'll ask you something......"

"You say, I will do it for you if you can do it and can't do it!" Before Lao Liu Tou finished speaking, he hurriedly said.

"It's not a big deal, I, I just want to say that if one day I die, Sanqing's father also dies, and Sanqing will be under your control. You have to take good care of him, and don't let him live to be eighteen years old. Old Liu Tou said in a deep voice.

"Sanqing?" Youwei looked at Lao Liu Tou suspiciously.

"Haven't you just met?" asked Old Liu.

"Oh, it's him, but ......" Youwei suddenly realized, but this time it was the old Liu Tou who interrupted him.

"It's nothing, I'm just saying if, but if you can't do it, I'll definitely come back to you! Old Liu Tou said something in fact, but Youwei suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing on his back, and he felt faintly cold.

"Okay, let's go back, you won't come to this place in the future, it's best not to come here to herd cattle, the yin is deep, I'm afraid you won't be able to stand it." ”

Youwei didn't know what to say back, so he could only nod, so the old and the young walked back in the same way. When he walked to the intersection, Sanqing was poking out his little head and constantly looking into the path.

Lao Liu Tou whispered something in Youwei's ear, and Youwei ran away with a smoke, leaving even the cow behind.

Lao Liu Tou looked at the back of Youwei and gradually moved away, smiled knowingly, and then said to Sanqing, "Come on! I will also accompany you on this Huangquan Road today." But Sanqing only heard the words let's go, and the latter sentence was too soft, he didn't hear it, and he didn't know who it was for.

In the spring of this year, Lao Liu Tou led a little boy, and the little boy led an old yellow dog and walked into the gloomy "Huangquan Road" side by side.

In the spring of this year, a young man herding cattle climbed a low mountain, buried himself in the soil, ran for a long time and found nothing, he looked up at the sky, as if he felt that the man could not lie to himself, so he buried his head in the soil and continued to dig the soil, but after all, it was empty. Later, the young man scolded his mother with a smile and went down the mountain. Later, he never went to the mouth of "Huangquan Road" to let the cattle go, and then later, and then guess what?