In the afternoon, the warm light outside the window was shattered by the wooden window lattice, and the mottled shadows of the trees were blown into the eyes of the night without hatred with the continuous breeze.

The hair on the young man's forehead moved with the wind, and his eyes unconsciously revealed a soft and comfortable, like the breeze that knocked on the door of the young man's heart.

In the distance, the wheat fields are green, and the newly sown wheat is sucking in the growing season, as if you can hear the sound of growth. At this moment, as soon as the slightly sultry wind blows in the afternoon, it sways into a vast ocean.

In fact, this leisure can always be like this in life, and it can be a romantic break.

The night without hatred did not enjoy much leisure, when it was disturbed by a sound of footsteps.

Huo Lingchang pushed the door into the house and said, "My father is looking for you." Then he said, "Someone is picking you up outside." ”

The Huo family's carriage was spacious and comfortable. The two green horses stand proudly, and the red tasseled jade on them are adorned, revealing a luxurious atmosphere in the sass.

When the night was innocent and he got into the carriage, the coachman who drove the carriage raised his whip high, the wheels were reeled, and the two horses flew on all fours, and brought up the yellow-brown dust, and pulled the carriage into the distance.

Huojiazhuang covers a vast area, even if the area of a dew town is overstretched. It is divided into two villages, the outer village is comparable to the countryside, planting and farming, and the scenery is beautiful. On the contrary, Neizhuang is the political and cultural center of the entire Zhuangzi, and it is a place similar to the city that integrates internal and external governance, and the ancestral ancestral hall of the Huo family was built here. Because the people of the mainland have a lofty sense of mystery and awe for their ancestors, Huojiazhuang has become a more sacred place in the hearts of the Huo family. They regard it as a great honor for them to excel in their cultivation or to establish merit in order to enter the inner village and become a Huo Kar Wai.

As the daughter of the patriarch, Huo Lingchang lives in Waizhuang, not because she is not talented, nor because she is not liked by her father, but because she has a pure nature and is close to nature. She insisted on living in this beautiful farmhouse, and naturally had no objection to her beloved father.

The carriage passed through the field and entered the inner village when the sun was slightly off.

The scale of the Huo family is well-deserved to become the overlord of this region, and he sighs slightly in his heart without hatred. I saw the guards passing through the stream, orderly, all kinds of buildings competing with each other, and the small shops on both sides of the street were neat, like a small town.

Follow the coachman around the east and west, and stop in front of a magnificent building without hatred at night, and the coachman gets out of the car and opens the curtain to show that he has arrived at the place without hatred at night.

With the guidance of the coachman, the night was full of hatred, passing through the pavilion and walking through the long pavilion. When I looked up, I saw a plaque embossed with three big characters "Qiong Luotang", these three words are pine bones, the pen is strong, there is the potential of the dragon and the phoenix, even if you don't understand the beauty of the font, you can also realize that the person who writes is good at this.

Ye Wuqi was amazed, and he looked forward after paying close attention to his eyes. The door of the hall was not closed, and when you looked in from the wide doorway, you could see the layout inside. At the end of the hall, there is a prominent stone platform, which is connected with the stone steps below, and the wide and thick red palm wood table on the stone platform stands quietly with the wooden chairs full of ancient meaning, and the wooden chairs on both sides of the stone platform are slightly thin and weak, and the left and right are dozens each, a total of 20 wooden chairs. A red carpet with gold trim passed through the hall, approached the stone platform, and finally extended on the stone platform, covering it, and embroidering the shape of a dragon and tiger on it, which looked extraordinary.

In the first seat, a figure sat silently, as if staring at his eyes. Ye Wuqi looked closely, and saw that the middle-aged man was born with a gray hair like a halberd, and he described it very greatly. He was dressed in fine clothes, his hair was scattered, and his hair was also soft, giving people a sense of roughness and dryness, which did not match his gorgeous clothes.

"This is our family master, Huo Yanyu. The coachman bowed his head and said respectfully.

Ye Wuqi nodded, glanced at the figure sitting upright, moved into the hall, smiled, and bowed: "I don't know what the Huo family master is looking for?"

Huo Yanyu slowly opened his eyes, looked at the night without hatred, and said in a rough voice: "You are the night without hatred?"

"It's down there. ”

"Young heroes. Huo Yanyu closed his eyelids, and a hint of sigh flashed in his tone.

"The Huo family master has won the award. ”

Huo Yanyu shook his head, and did not say anything to Ye Wuqiu, but seemed to mumble to himself, and seemed to talk to someone: "Master, someone is here." ”

Ye Wuqiu's brow furrowed imperceptibly. What does this mean, but there are others hiding in this place?

Suddenly, the space is like still water cast with bluestone, rippling subtle ripples. There was no hatred in the night, but he felt that there was a blank in front of him, and then a rickety figure appeared out of thin air.

Could it be that this person has been hiding in the space before? What kind of strength is that to enter the space at will! This Huo family actually has such a character!

Although he was shocked in his heart, he still looked at it carefully.

The old man was hidden in a black robe, holding a staff of dead wood that was of inferior and rough quality no matter how it looked. Ye Wuqi later learned that although the staff was ugly, and people close to the old man had ridiculed him for his strength but holding a burning stick, he refused to admit that the prototype of the staff was indeed the sturdy branches of a tree, and he also gave the staff a rather feminine and poetic name "Wen Yu".

As soon as the old man appeared, his eyes hidden in the darkness were like fire, and he looked at the face of the night without hatred. Ye Wuqi was shocked in his heart, and then a creepy feeling came to his heart. Is this old man alright?

Suddenly, Ye Wuqiu's eyes narrowed into a crack, and his body suddenly took a few steps back. At the same time, the fighting spirit in his hand was surging, like a vigilant cheetah waiting for an opportunity to move.

Seeing this, the old man's raised hand stiffened in mid-air.

Huo Yanyu opened his eyes at this time and looked at the old man in surprise. Ever since he knew the old man, the old man had always been still and deep, but now why did he suddenly fluctuate and overflow, and be disordered? This is obviously the result of extreme emotional changes. Could it be because of this young man, the old man named him, could it be that there was some unusual relationship between them?

The old man sighed softly, his voice hoarse, as if a mouthful of thick phlegm was rolling in his throat, and it didn't sound right.

"Lord...... Oh, little brother, don't get excited, I won't hurt you. ”

"Who are you?"

The old man let out a long sigh and slowly took off his hat. A withered face is exposed. It's like a person who is about to die, a thin paper that can be torn apart by a gust of wind.

Ye Wuqiu pursed his lips, and his gaze moved upwards to meet the old man's gaze. That gaze is as bright as a star. The vastness of eternity, the vicissitudes of the years, the upper and poorer, down to the Yellow Spring, all the things that can exist in the realm of non-void and non-nothing, all with a flexible body, shrink to a micrometer, into an inch. Its profundity, not mysterious, but sincere, is a magnificent epic picture, is a long journey with laughter and tears.

At that moment, the night was in a trance, and countless lights and shadows crossed like meteors, burning with brilliant tailfires, rushing to the end of the void world. A strange feeling welled up in my heart.

Ye Wuqiu shook his head slightly, as if he was longing to think of something, but all those things were like phantom bubbles on water, and he couldn't catch them. Then he said helplessly: "I, have I seen you somewhere, why am I so familiar with you?"

When the old man heard this, his wrinkles seemed to have been ironed a lot, and he said cautiously, "Do you remember?"

Ye Wuqiu tilted his head slightly, pondering for a long time, and finally remembered the slightest pain in his head. It was as if everything he was looking for was nothing but nothingness, doomed to be in vain.

"Nope. "There is no hatred in the night, so I just give up.

The old man's figure trembled slightly, and then fell silent for a moment.

"No matter what, no matter what, the whirlwind of life, I can't look back. But I was foolish. Oh, the old man's name is Baiyan, you can call me Yan Lao. The tone is flat, as if he is talking about family life, but maybe it's because of his age, no matter how he listens, there is a sense of sighing. With that, he put his hat back on. He turned around quietly, his rickety back was full of vicissitudes, no one could see clearly, in that little darkness, Yan Lao was already in tears.