At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the moonlight shone on the earth, and she carried a long knife on her back and took Liu Laosi close to Foshan. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are still a lot of changes compared to the previous days, under the towering peaks are ponds filled with water and overgrown aquatic plants, the boundary between the fields and the river has been blurred, and the water is very cold.

She walked on a slightly higher ridge, and the water didn't reach her ankles.

It's also clear, the water swayed and swayed with her footsteps, glowing with cold light in the moonlight, and after walking for a while, I vaguely heard a sound behind me, and a person and a ghost looked at it, it turned out to be Zhang Youde, who was weaving a broom in front of the house all day long, Zhong Emei's husband.

Zhang Youde was half-squatting on the dark water, dressed in ragged cloth, with thin sunken cheeks, and milky white eyes that looked particularly large without pupils, staring straight at them.

"Kill him."

"What, what?" Liu Laosi was immersed in fright, and he couldn't help but hear her words, looking like a ghost.

Cheng Qinghe turned his face to look at him, the cold night wind blew through the broken hair on her forehead, and in such a night, it seemed that her black hair and red lips were thrillingly beautiful, but her eyes were full of ice, like a ghost.

Her lips and teeth moved slightly, and she coldly spit out a word: "Kill." ”

Liu Laosi hesitated for a second, then pounced, dragged Zhang You into the water, and pressed his head to float and sink under the water until his hands went from struggling to convulsions, and then to floating motionless on the water.

Following behind Qinghe, he vaguely sensed that from this moment on, they were no longer the relationship between the landlord and the tenant, or some kind of friend, but ......

The way up the hill was filled with fist-sized stones and sand, which were very soft and different from the last time, and the original hut and pond were covered by a huge one-man high stone platform, and you can imagine how huge this stone Buddha would have been if it had been built.

Liu Laosi supported her and jumped on the stone platform, startled, only to see that the stone platform was full of complicated and incomprehensible dark lines, like flowers blooming, and there was an old man sitting cross-legged in the middle, but it was not Zhong Emei.

But when she saw that her eyes were closed and she did not move, it was as if she were dead.

Cheng Qinghe got off the ground, took out the knife behind him and held it in his hand, and slowly approached, Liu Laosi held her hand and shook his head, this may be a trap, but he knew that Qinghe would not give up this opportunity, and under her cold eyes, he let go of his hand.

That knife was the knife that her father Cheng Ming used to cut watermelons, it was very ordinary, and ordinary people might laugh at her, but this was what she was looking for, the most efficient murder weapon to kill with one knife.

The blade of the knife was very thin, but extremely sharp, she looked at Zhong Emei, approaching step by step, the night wind whistling back and forth, a cold light flashed, and she raised the knife and swung it down.

"Hum" Zhong Emei pinched the blade, opened his eyes, and sneered: "I let you go last time, you still dare to come?" ”

For an old Jianghu like Zhong Emei, Cheng Qinghe is still a little tender.

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Cheng Qinghe was restrained and carried down the mountain and thrown into the cellar of the vegetable field behind the Zhong family's house, more than ten meters deep, like an urn, with a bunch of musty potatoes scattered in it, and the walls were black.

Zhong Emei stood at the mouth of the cellar above her head and stared coldly for a while, then threw a bottle of water down.

After a few more days, she tied a basket with food with a rope from the mouth of the cellar and put it down.

"Where is the soul of my grandparents? Also, how is my dad? ”

After not eating for a few days, Cheng Qinghe's voice seemed weak, she tried to climb up, but it was obviously impossible.

"I thought you were begging me for mercy!" Zhong Emei laughed and looked down at her: "Let's eat, you can't protect yourself now, you should care more about yourself!" ”

From then on, Zhong Emei would deliver two meals a day, and Qinghe would ask that sentence every time.

Until one day after dinner, a rickety rope suddenly stretched out from the mouth of the cellar, where only the sky and green leaves could be seen.

Qinghe stared at it for a while, grabbed it, and crawled out with some effort.

After staying in the cellar for too long, she rubbed her eyes with her dirty hands, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a big-footed girl kicking towards her door.

She couldn't dodge, was kicked squarely, and fell to the ground on all fours.

Zhong Emei was dressed in a well-fitting gray cloth robe, standing on one foot and making mantis hands with both hands, and when he saw that he had a successful blow, he slowly turned the flexible soles of his feet.

Cheng Qinghe is only eleven, although he has been hit by the death of his relatives, no matter how calm and cold he is, he will inevitably have a little temperament, only to see her get up coldly and look at her with hatred: "If you want to kill, you can kill, and you won't be worse than me, right?" "Why bully? She had been depressed for days.

Zhong Emei saw that her eyes were quietly red, and she didn't speak, and hit her in the eye with another punch, to be honest, this child's temper is still more to her appetite.

Cheng Qinghe, who fell to the ground again, was furious, grinding the roots of his back teeth and rushing towards her.

"Still too impulsive, not calm enough." She sighed and shook her head, she still needs to sharpen it~

As a result, it was obvious that Qinghe was beaten to the point that his nose and face were swollen, and after this, they were obviously enemies, but the two had dinner at the same table at night.

"This project is my first start, but I don't have human blood on my hands."

"Mengyuan, Zhu Jiangtao, my grandparents, and the old village chief."

Zhong Emei smiled, her face was flushed with folds one after another, she pressed the creases on her sleeves, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, if it was an ordinary person, she should have children in pairs now, and the four generations would be in the same house.

"Those two people were killed by your master himself, I haven't touched any blood, but your grandmother and the village chief did go to the world because of the opening of the Foshan formation, but things are not as bad as you imagined, these things are only good for them, there is no harm in doing big things, besides, all the villagers have received money." There is no such thing as a cheap bargain.

Cheng Qinghe couldn't deny it, and quietly scolded her shamefully in his heart, took a sip of tea and said, "Why are you talking to me about this?" ”

"Because I'm going to take you as an apprentice."

"Poof~" She squirted over with a sip of tea.

Zhong Emei dodged the tea and said with a smile: "If you don't agree, you have to agree." As he spoke, he crossed the desk and took Cheng Qinghe's collar and threw it to the side room.

The house enshrines Hongjun Ancestor and Sanqing, and the incense and candles are prosperous. She lit incense and stuffed it into Qinghe's hand.

"Whether you want to be my apprentice or not, say hello first when you come to show politeness."

When you think about it, it doesn't seem like a problem. Cheng Qinghe knelt on the futon in front of Sanqing with a small face, kowtowed three times, but saw that Zhong Emei also knelt down: "Hongjun Patriarch, Yuqing, Shangqing, and Taiqing are the three masters, and Zhong Emei, the 781st disciple of the 781st generation of the Interception Sect, accepted Cheng Qinghe as the 782nd generation of successors today, and Zhong Emei should teach with all his heart." ”

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