Thirty-seven years of the Bright Calendar

Shuhe City

At noon, the sun shone fiercely on the ground, and the bluestone slabs on the main road in the city still had the marks of people scattering water. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 At this time, most of the people were hiding in the house, drinking mung bean soup, holding a fan in their hands. Only a very small number of people will stay on the streets.

A dark blue carriage slowly drove into the city, and if anyone who was attentive would find that the driver was Fu Zhuo, the only son of the richest man in the city, who had been missing for several days. At the moment, he was wearing a washed white coarse cloth shirt, but with a smile on his face, even the wind and frost of the long journey could not hide it. In the car sat a very beautiful woman, she was sitting there with her eyes closed at the moment, looking very weak, and her face was pale, as if she would die at any moment.

The carriage drove through the long street, and the little Taoist priest who was sitting lazily basking in the sun on the corner of the street suddenly opened his eyes with a solemn expression, and he found that the strong demonic aura was in the carriage that had just passed. He had to quickly report this matter to his master. Thinking of this, the little Taoist stood up and patted the non-existent dust on his body, as if he was planning to find a corner where no one was there to send a message to the master.

It was past noon, and the carriage finally stopped at the door of a large mansion, and the two words of dragon flying and phoenix dancing on the plaque of the house read Fu Fu.

Fu Zhuo raised his head and looked at the plaque of the Fu Mansion in front of him with a smile on his face, and jumped out of the carriage. Then he whispered to the woman in the car: "Jin Niang, we have arrived." ”

First, he stretched out a hand to open the curtain, which was a pair of slender and pale hands. Then Jin Niang walked down slowly. She was born a very beautiful woman, but the most attractive thing was her very special eyes. It's just that there is no trace of temperature in her eyes at this moment, like the ice in the far north. When she saw Fu Zhuo, she smiled softly. In an instant, the ice in his eyes dissipated, carrying full of affection.

Stretched out her hand to Fu Zhuo and then stepped out of the carriage, Jin Niang spoke: "Third brother, I'm ready." ”

Fu Zhuo strode to the door and knocked on the door of the Fu Mansion. "Open the door, your young master and I'm back."

Jin Niang looked at Fu Zhuo who knocked on the door of the Fu Mansion, she knew that as soon as she walked into the gate of the Fu Mansion, she would no longer be able to retreat. The tightly held hand hidden under the sleeve exposed her inner struggle. After a momentary struggle, she finally walked to the door of the Fu Mansion step by step. When she was struggling in the dark abyss, Fu Huntzhi was living comfortably in the world, and when she was in pain, Fu Huntzhi was smiling, and she couldn't let go of this hatred, and she couldn't let go.

"Coming, coming," soon heard the sound of a little guy running to open the door. The door was slowly opened, and the little servant saw Fu Zhuo first surprised and then showed joy on his face. "Young master, young master is back." After saying this, the little guy turned around excitedly and ran into the courtyard, as if to inform the chief manager.

"Jin Niang, my little maid is not usually like this, welcome to my house." Fu Zhuo said to Jin Niang with a slightly shy smile.

"Hmm," Jin Niang replied softly, and then lowered her head and followed Fu Zhuo into the Fu Mansion.

Jin Niang looked at everything in the hall, and under her sat a table and chair of rosewood with exquisite carvings, and on the wall hung a landscape painting of Mr. Chonggo, a contemporary master. The cup held in his hand unconsciously rubbed by his fingers was porcelain fired by the Kagetori Jinwanwa kiln. Fu Huntzhi seems that you are better than I imagined, thinking that this Jin Niang put down the cup in her hand, she couldn't help but smash the cup.

Fu Huntzhi walked into the hall and noticed Jin Niang sitting not far from Fu Zhuo, there was a faint trace of uneasiness in his heart, the woman in front of him reminded him of some people and things he didn't want to face.

"Father." Fu Zhuo looked at his father, who hadn't seen him for a long time, and stood up and walked in front of Fu Huntzhi.

"It's good to be back." Fu Huntzhi looked at Fu Zhuo who walked in front of him and patted Fu Zhuo's shoulder. Then he turned his head and smiled. "Who is this girl?" Fu Huntzhi pretended not to know the meaning of the girl brought back by Fu Zhuo.

"Father." Fu Zhuo was about to speak again, but was interrupted by Fu Huntzhi.

"You saved Zhuo'er, thank you so much, old man. Patrol the wind and get three thousand taels for this girl. ”

"Master Fu." Jin Niang got up and nodded slightly at Fu Huntzhi, and then continued to speak. "The concubine didn't come to the Fu Mansion with San Lang for money."

Fu Huntzhi looked at Jin Niang who was looking up at him with her head up, and the Jin Niang in front of her had a pair of very special eyes. It reminded him of a person many years ago, when she also looked up at him like this, and their eyes were so similar that Fu Hunt instantly thought that he had seen the person many years ago.

"Father, I want to marry Jin Niang." Fu Zhuo spoke.

"I won't agree." Fu Huntzhi covered his heart when he heard Fu Zhuo's words, and he seemed to be angry with Fu Zhuo's words.

"I ......" Fu Hunting Zhi was still trying to say something but was stopped by Jin Niang, Jin Niang shook her head at Fu Hunting, and motioned Fu Zhuo not to speak.

Watching Jin Niang pull him, Fu Zhuo felt a trace of guilt in his heart.

"I don't think I'm a good fit here, so I'm leaving." After saying that, Jin Niang blessed Fu Hunting, and then turned around and left.

A burst of the aroma of white plum blossoms came into Fu Huntzhi's mind.

It's her.

Then Fu Huntzhi felt a darkness in front of him.

"Father." Fu Zhuo hugged Fu Huntzhi, who had fainted, and his voice was extremely flustered.

Jin Niang walked out of the Fu Mansion, at this time the sun had begun to turn west, and the originally uninhabited streets began to have the cries of hawkers walking through the streets. People quietly looked at Jin Niang, a strange and beautiful woman.

The little Taoist priest looked at Jin Niang who passed in front of him vigilantly, he had already sent a message to the master, and he didn't know when the senior brother would come over, he couldn't deal with such a strong guy by himself.

Jin Niang noticed a complicated gaze staring at her, turned her head to look at the source of the gaze, Jin Niang saw a little Taoist priest wearing a blue and white Taoist robe, this little Taoist priest looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, sitting on the corner of the street holding a sign of divination and word measurement, with clear eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, and the people in coarse cloth clothes on the lively street were a little out of place.

Jin Niang thought for a moment, and then walked towards the little Taoist.

The little Taoist priest looked at Jin Niang walking into him, and the whole person's nerves tightened, the master and the senior brother were right, the more beautiful things are, the more poisonous they are.

In an instant, Jin Niang had already walked to the little Taoist's stall. "Little Taoist, the concubine has doubts, I don't know if I can ask the Taoist to calculate for me."

"Please, please." The little Taoist priest pretended to be calm and spoke, but the stammering voice revealed his nervous heart.

"Xiaodao Chief, I want to calculate a result, you said that if a person deceives the feelings of others, causing the deceived person to die in another country, he must not be reincarnated, such a person should not be killed." Jin Niang's words hit the little Taoist priest's heart word by word.

"Even if such a person should be killed, it shouldn't be you." The moment he said this sentence again, the little Taoist priest looked directly at Jin Niang. He was terrified, but he knew he couldn't back down.

"Yes." Jin Niang stood up after saying this. "In that case, there's not much to say."

"If you let go of your obsessions, you can be reincarnated, why should you be so attached to the past." The little Taoist priest couldn't help but say to Jin Niang's back.

"Because that hatred is unforgettable." Jin Niang turned her head to look at the little Taoist, and her originally dark eyes turned into blood red representing the identity of the demon.

The little Taoist priest couldn't help but retreat, only to find that he had hit the wall behind him.

Jin Niang turned his head and continued to move forward, the little Taoist priest looked at Jin Niang's back in a daze, although the sun was already in the west but still very warm, the little Taoist priest felt that his whole body was cold and fell into the ice cave. Although he was in this lively long street, he felt that there was not the slightest breath of people around him because of the cold.

Is this the power of the devil? The little Taoist priest whispered. He was afraid, and just now he was almost crushed and his soul was scattered.

And the people around him did not notice everything that the little Taoist priest had suffered.

Jin Niang walked under the peach blossom tree and looked at Xie Zhao, who was dressed in red and practicing knives in the peach blossom forest, her knife was domineering and aggressive, and her moves were full of murderous aura, like a beast fighting on the battlefield. Watching Xie Zhao practice knives, Jin Niang recalled the time when she and Xie Zhao first met.

The sky in the Demon Domain is always gray and gloomy, as if it will fall down and crush everything at any moment. Jin Niang didn't remember how long she had been here, she only remembered hatred, monstrous hatred. She wants revenge. But who is the enemy? She doesn't remember. Her world is only to fight, to conquer and live, to be defeated, to die.

"Do you want to come with me?" Jin Niang looked up blankly, and her eyes were fiery red that could burn everything. The instinctive Jin Niang stretched out her hand to grab the other party's heart, but was easily blocked.

"Ahh Jin Niang struggled to pull out the restrained hand, but she couldn't break free. I tried to speak, but found that she had almost forgotten the language.

"What?" The man in red thought that Jin Niang wanted to say let go, so he let go of the hand that restrained Jin Niang.

Jin Niang felt that she should follow the man in red in front of her to leave, looking at the man in red in front of her looking at her with a puzzled face, Jin Niang grabbed the clothes of the man in red tightly.

"You want to come with me?"

Hearing the man in red say this, Jin Niang hurriedly nodded.

The man in red squatted down to look at her at eye level, and then spoke: "My name is Xie Zhao, Xie is the Xie of the Liberation of the armor and returning to the field, and Zhao is the Zhao of the Sun and the Moon."

"Solution...... Zhao ......" Jin Niang paused for a long time, and finally pronounced Xie Zhao's name.

"What's your name?" Xie Zhao looked at Jin Niang.

Jin Niang thought about it, and there was only one brocade word left in her mind: "Jin." She spoke slowly.

"Jin, how about I call you Jinniang from now on?"

"Jin Niang." Jin Niang silently recited, this is her name.

"Well, let's go." Xie Zhao, who said this, stretched out his hand and held Jin Niang's hand that was stained with the blood of the same kind because of the fighting.

The sky of the Demon Domain was still depressed and gloomy, Xie Zhao took Jin Niang's hand and walked on top of the corpse, and the demonic beasts that wanted to try to tear Jin Niang apart all retreated under Xie Zhao's gaze.

"What are you thinking?" Xie Zhao's voice interrupted Jin Niang's memories of first sight.

"It's okay, but I remember when we first met." Jin Niang smiled.

"Yes. But you're not here to catch up with me. ”

After Xie Zhao finished saying this, Jin Niang looked at Xie Zhao and said, "Zhao, I saw the Taoist priest of the Ethereal Mountain today. ”

"You just go and do your thing, I'll just stand in the way of the Taoist priest of the Ethereal Mountain." Xie Zhao smiled excitedly because of the provocation of war. She was looking forward to having a good time with the righteous people of the Ethereal Mountain.