The distant mountain village in the early morning is in peace.

Last night's heavy snow shrouded the entire village in snow, and the roofs and roads of the village were also covered with snow.

A little girl in a red jacket is sweeping the snow with a broom.

The broom and the snow make a rustling sound together.

This made some men who were going to get up and go outside the door to clean the snow in front of the door, returned to the house, got into the quilt, turned their heads and continued to sleep.

The women who pushed their men out to clear the snow, after hearing the sound outside the door, also stopped urging their own men, but got up to prepare to clean up breakfast and welcome the new day.

Because they knew that the little girl in the red jacket was coming.

In a thatched hut at the entrance of the village.

The old village chief woke up early, but he was just sitting on the bed.

Because there was still a voice echoing in the old village chief's mind.

Probably because of his age, the old village chief didn't remember much about what he dreamed about last night after he woke up.

The only thing he remembered was that there was a man who looked like the god of the mountain, and in his dream he told him something, as if he was going to go into the mountain and go under the plane tree, what to do?

But the old village chief thought about it for a long time, but after all, he still didn't remember what the man said.

There was a rustling sound outside the door.

It was the sound of a broom rubbing against the ground.

The old village chief subconsciously thought of a little girl who had been wearing a red cotton jacket, and he knew that only that little girl would come to the village to help the villagers clear the snow after the snow fell every year.

The old village chief got dressed and walked out of the door tremblingly, just in time to see the little girl in the red jacket who was cleaning the snow outside, and her wrinkled face showed a rare kind expression.

"Little dogwood, thank you for your hard work!"

The little girl in the red jacket took his broom that was the same height as herself, and while trying to sweep the snow from the streets, she said to the old man with a smile:

"Grandpa the village chief, I'm not tired!"

After saying that, the little girl in the red jacket continued to sweep the snow outside.

The old village chief seemed to want to open his mouth and let the little girl in the red jacket come to the house for dinner, but suddenly remembered the refusal of the little girl in the red jacket in the past, so he retracted the words that came to his mouth.

The old village chief shook his head, then turned back to his house and took out a small packet of coarse salt from his kitchen.

In remote mountain villages, salt is generally a very precious thing.

However, when the Li Li family entered Yuanshan Village, salt was not as expensive as before, but for the little girl in red, the price may not have changed.

The old village chief walked out of the door tremblingly, then took out the small bag of salt from his bosom, and then put it directly into the little girl's hand without waiting for the little girl to say anything, and turned back to the house, and even closed the door.

At this time, the little girl in the red jacket looked at the small bag of coarse salt in the old village chief's hand, looked at the village chief's grandfather who turned to leave, and bowed deeply.

......

At this time in the temple of the mountain.

Zhang Ming was still lying on the high offering table and fell asleep, but the purple and blue color on Zhang Ming's face gradually faded, and his breathing became stable, and he was already on the verge of death.

But there was a little green light near Zhang Ming's chest, and the light became more and more abundant, and suddenly a bright green light point floated out from Zhang Ming's chest.

This point of light gradually rose to the front of the sculpture of the mountain temple, and then turned into a virtual figure, this figure seemed to be a little erratic, obviously yesterday's dream, which greatly consumed the power of this point of light.

Lin Jianghe looked back at the sculpture of the mountain god that looked very similar to himself, but the appearance was so miserable at this time, he couldn't help but secretly sigh with bad luck.

When Lin Jianghe's gaze shifted to Zhang Ming, who was lying on the table, he had the heart to slowly examine the young boy in front of him who had killed him.

The cheeks are thin, the body is slender,

Looks like a down-and-out talent.

Lin Jianghe has been in the dungeon for so many years, and he knows very little about the outside world, even the son of the opponent in front of him knows very little.

Often, when I listen to those Fu Wei come to the dungeon, I casually talk about a few sporadic sentences, after so many years in the dungeon, in Lin Jianghe's image, he is an ordinary cultivator who only knows how to read.

If you can only study, then it's okay, you can also go to the Huangji Kingdom to take the exam, and then go to the court, and you can mix with an official position without real power, but this kid doesn't even go out of the door, as if a yellow flower girl has settled in the Zhang family.

This is Lin Jianghe's first impression of Zhang Ming.

If nothing happens after that,

Lin Jianghe estimated that he would think so until he died.

But later, who knew that this bastard boy actually led a group of people to the dungeon, and at that time, he found out that this kid who looked like a weak scholar had a lot of bad intentions in the city.

What happened later caught him off guard.

The most important thing is that Zhang Ming has a clear grasp of all the lives of Lin Jianghe, as if he is like a roundworm in Lin Jianghe's stomach, making Lin Jianghe's plan for so many years like a joke.

It can be said that Lin Jianghe didn't know how he died until he died, and what went wrong made the kid in front of him find his weakness.

It can be said that it is extremely aggrieved to die.

But what he didn't expect was that Lin Jianghe turned out to be a blessing in disguise and became a machine spirit......

This matter is even very peculiar in Lin Jianghe's opinion.

After Lin Jianghe's death, his soul was inevitably absorbed by the bamboo stick, and in that bamboo stick, Lin Jianghe saw the most terrifying hell!

It is inhabited by countless souls, and there are even fairies and ghosts......

And he Lin Jianghe is the most insignificant existence in it.

Just when Lin Jianghe was about to be pinched to death by the existence that lived in the bamboo stick, suddenly a ray of light seemed to descend directly from the sky into the bamboo stick, and hit Lin Jianghe's body directly

Immediately afterwards, Lin Jianghe felt that his soul had undergone a earth-shaking change, and countless Great Dao imprints directly interspersed from the void inside the bamboo stick, and went straight into Lin Jianghe's weak and fragile soul.

In an instant, all the souls within a few hundred miles around Lin Jianghe instantly collapsed, and countless soul powers were churning towards Lin Jianghe like a wave.

Just at that moment, Lin Jianghe was in a trance, feeling that he had broken through many obstacles and reached the realm of Jindan, but that power was still rushing towards him crazily.

Just when Lin Jianghe couldn't resist it, and then completely exploded.

He found that he could suddenly leave the bamboo stick.

So he hurriedly escaped from the bamboo stick, and found that he had appeared in a world of ice and snow, and next to him was the bastard who killed a thousand knives!

Zhang Ming!