In the yard to the south of my house, there is an idle stone mill. I don't know when it was placed there, and no one knows where the stone mill came from. I don't know how many years it has been put away, and it has been idle like that. The stone mill is placed vertically in the center of the grinding pan.

After many years of ups and downs, it has not changed. The old mansion of the Ma family has been baptized by time, and finally lost to the passage of time. The old house has been renovated and the yard has been enlarged a lot. While tidying up the yard, the adults cut down the old tree in front of the old house.

Because the foundation of the new house needs to be built very high, the old trees will block the sun. I heard the old people say that the old tree is the "tree king" within a radius of several miles. The tree king's long branches are luxuriant, implying the prosperity of the old house.

But such a "tree king" with different meanings did not stay in his position. But no one moved, and it stood quietly in the middle of the courtyard on the south side.

I don't know who told the old people that the stone mill can't move. The old people are so firm in their beliefs.

If it is only the old man's words, it is not enough to convince the public. Later, it was his mother who opened her mouth and told everyone that everything else could be moved at will, but never touch the stone.

Mother said, "The stone can't be crushed." I remember when I was young, I would often run to the stone mill to play. I liked this stone mill very much at that time, and I felt very comfortable sitting on the big stone mill, playing with my favorite little toys or sitting on it in a daze.

Later, I heard from the adults in the family that they once saw a big python next to the stone mill. The python's cave is under the stone, and the python is cultivated into an immortal. When you see it, you must stay away and don't offend others. When I was young, I took this matter to heart very seriously, but I didn't have the opportunity to encounter it.

On the north side of the mill, a large cluster of peonies grows. I don't know who planted it there, and no one has bothered with it. When it is in full bloom, it will bloom with large peony flowers, which are equally stunning and beautiful when viewed from a distance or up close.

The land there has been turned over many times, but no matter whether there is a great drought or a great flood, the peony flower seems to be unaffected in the slightest. In the wind and rain, in the scorching summer, it will come as scheduled and quietly bloom as if it is abiding by an agreement with someone.

I still remember that my grandmother heard others say that the peony flower should grow behind the house, and it is not auspicious to grow in front of the house, so she went to clean up the peony flower and completely cut off its roots.

When I heard this, I quickly stopped my grandmother and said to her, "That peony doesn't grow in front of our house." ”

After hearing this, my grandmother was puzzled: "That's obviously in my own yard, could it be that I'm dazzled?"

"That's the back of the immortal family's house under the mill, don't move it. lest the immortals blame us and add some incidents. I don't know why I knew this, but my mind was suddenly filled with these thoughts, and I explained it to my grandmother.

Grandmother immediately came to her senses and hurriedly said: "Sin, sin, I didn't mean to collide, please don't blame the immortal family." ”

After saying that, no one ever thought of the peony plant again.

I once thought that the immortal family who had never seen the real body himself should be a person who loved this peony very much. Therefore, thanks to this peony plant, which is rain or shine. I have always thought that in this stone mill, it should be a beautiful and moving immortal.

Later, when I passed by the stone mill, I would occasionally and quietly fantasize about what kind of beauty "she" was born in.

However, just now, I was not mentally prepared. I felt the feeling of the immortal family in my divine consciousness. His divine sense was a little chaotic, and his first reaction was to use his spiritual power to probe it, and he didn't feel malice.

Let go of your subjective consciousness and find that the person is trying to communicate with you in your consciousness.

With his divine sense, he saw a white mist in front of him, the fog was slowly fading, and the people behind him were revealed. The man was wearing a cyan robe, a thin fur belt around his waist, and a pair of black gilt thread outlined gold python boots on his feet.

The face is like a warm jade, very gentle, under the delicate eyebrows is a pair of gentle peach blossom eyes, the bridge of the nose is high, and the corners of the lips are slightly raised, giving people the feeling that they have been smiling like a spring breeze.

"Who are you?" I asked, cautiously and respectfully.

The man's voice was really as gentle as his appearance, and he spoke, "My name is Python Suchen." It is the fate of fate, the age of the stars, which has been practiced for 46,800 years. With that, he stretched out his right index finger and dotted on the center of my eyebrows.

Then he continued, "We've met, haven't we? This is the outside of my cave. ”

After listening to him say this, his divine consciousness kept playing back, and every scene was the mysterious stone mill. If you look closely, there are three very beautiful and strong words written on the stone mill like gold ink - python suchen.

It turned out that I had been sitting on someone's roof and playing. It's really disrespectful!How did the Immortal family tolerate my presumptuous behavior for so many years? I'm also playing unusually hilarious.

Also, it turns out that he is a male fairy, and his ancestors don't know if they have seen him?

Didn't give yourself time to continue thinking cranky. The Python Su Chenxian interrupted my thoughts. "I'm here to meet you. ”

"In addition to me, there is another immortal family, you should have seen it. ”

I don't know if any other immortal family has ever seen it? I am so arrogant and offended, I wonder if that immortal family is like this one, such a good temper, will not be angry with me?

While I was wondering, I saw another white mist appear next to me. A figure was faintly visible, holding a knife-like object in his hand.

Gradually, the fog lifted, and the man's appearance was clearly revealed. The clearer I looked, the more surprised I became! This, this, what is the situation, it turned out to be her??? she turned out to be an immortal???

The man in front of him was an old man. A fierce-looking old woman with a magic weapon like a kitchen knife in her hand. He wore a dress made of ornate grass-green silk cloth and tied a blue forehead inlaid with emerald gems.

The old woman had a straight waist and looked very energetic. At this moment, as if to show her approval of herself, she was smiling and nodding at herself.

I'm all too familiar with this one. This goes back to my childhood, and this person is simply a nightmare that accompanied me throughout elementary school.

Every day when I came home from school, I would be alone, passing a path behind my old house. Next to the old house, there was a deserted hut, and the hut was next to the old house. There was a dilapidated back door at the back of the hut, and only the old door frame was still standing still, and from the unobstructed door, you could clearly see the abandoned yard in front of it.

Whenever I pass through that dilapidated little door, I feel as if an old woman has suddenly emerged from the dilapidated hut behind me. The old woman bent over her waist and followed her. Holding a large kitchen knife in her hand, she kept holding it to the side of her face and never put it down.

Every time I get to do that, I feel a chill on the back of my neck. I always feel as if there is a yin wind, blowing through my stamina one after another. It was as if the old lady's breath would be sprayed on her neck. I was so scared that I didn't dare to breathe until I turned into my yard, and the feeling disappeared.

Every step I take consumes my own great courage. It took all the strength of his own milk to keep his legs from becoming weak.

I once thought that it was my own nervous fantasy. However, this experience has been with me for nearly six years. In the end, it was very certain that it was not a dream. Such a real dream, such a real feeling, will not be repeated thousands of times all the time.

The old woman in front of her saw that she seemed to have finished her memory, and finally spoke: "The little girl has grown up, and she is no longer the child I once guarded." ”

Although her voice is a little old, she is loud, and you can clearly feel her strength, which should be very strong.

"This immortal's name is Python Xiuying, and he has cultivated for 58,800 years since the Kunlun Immortal Realm. ”