Early the next morning, Shen Qiu woke up to the sound of birds.

The spirit is still full, but the lumbar spine is a little painful.

This is normal, who made him sit in a posture with five hearts to the sky, for a whole night.

Shen Qiu got out of bed, put on his shoes, put the Chengying Sword on the table, and habitually wanted to take out the futon to bask in the sun, but when he picked up the futon, he suddenly stopped.

Yes.

I'm leaving today, drying the futon, probably not needed, right?

Shen Qiu pursed his lips, he threw the quilt on the bed, but after thinking about it, he reached out and folded it gently like a dormitory in his previous life.

I also made a twisted tofu block with a bad taste.

From the corner of the room, he took out a large cloth bag, which was also a trophy "gifted" by the black-clothed guards of Lord Tutong.

Shen Qiu put all his things into a bag, and wrapped the axe blades with two hand axes with three layers of oiled paper and his own tattered linen clothes, and put them in his pocket.

The black-clothed guards gave Shen Qiu and the mountain ghosts a lot of black robes and short-dressed power suits, and they could change one set every day, and they could change it for more than half a month.

In fact, the black robe on the mountain ghost was given to him by the enthusiastic Northern Dynasty people who crossed the Taihang Mountain more than half a year ago.

It was the standard robe of the black-clothed guard, and if it was worn outside the mountain, it might cause trouble for Shen Qiu and Qingqing.

Therefore, except for the cyan robe that Lord Tutong used to change and wash, Shen Qiu left all the black caftan to the mountain ghost.

With his baggage on his back, he walked to the door and looked back at the house where he had lived for almost 20 days.

The yellow mud is built with black wooden beams, and the ground is uneven land, and the roof is thatched.

It's hot during the day, cold at night, and a little cleaning will fill the house with dust.

In terms of furniture, there is only a crooked bed, a rattling sound when you turn over, and a wooden table.

The shape is peculiar, and it should be cut out by the mountain ghost himself with an axe.

A chair, although not as unique as Qingqing's lame chair, is definitely not comfortable.

There was window paper on the window, but the window paper had been torn, and there was a cold wind blowing in the mountain night, and when he first lived here, Shen Qiu would wake up from freezing every night.

Later, I learned the True Qi Internal Skill to get better.

It's a bad place.

A modern person, even the most powerful traveler, will never live in this place for 2 days, and will cry and flee with his father and mother.

In the "hometown" of Shen Qiu's memory, even in the most remote mountainous areas, such houses are rare.

Shen Qiu never seemed to know how bad this house was.

It wasn't until he was about to leave here that he found that he had lived in a modern "hell" for almost 20 days, and even had a feeling of enjoying it.

Are you crazy?

Or did you jump into this world and be assimilated by the low productivity of this world?

Do you really think you are an ancient person?

Probably not.

So...

What was it that made Shen Qiu ignore this terrible state of life?

Shen Qiu couldn't find an answer for a while.

He silently stretched out his hand, touched it on the table, then picked up the black Shadow Sword, turned around and pushed the door open.

The sunlight poured into the room, casting Shen Qiu's shadow on the uneven ground, and his eyes were a little dazzling, making the corners of Shen Qiu's eyes warm.

He covered his eyes and took a step forward.

He walked into the sun, and then saw the young girl hiding in a lame chair, holding a bamboo pole, teaching mountain ghosts to read and write.

Ah, yes.

He thought of an answer.

It doesn't matter if the house is good or not, whether the place is bad or not, whether it is a hell on earth or not!

It doesn't matter whether the bed is soft or not, whether the furniture is delicate or not, whether you eat coarse tea and light rice, or whether you eat delicious food!

It's never the place that matters.

What matters is who you are with.

What can make Shen Qiu ignore all the bad things around him and only keep the best memories is not this bad room, that terrible toilet, not this extraordinarily fresh air, and not the Milky Way starry sky above his head at night.

It's these two people in front of you.

Little junior sister Fan Qingqing, the first friend Shen Qiu met in this world...

Maybe it's more appropriate to call family.

Mountain ghost Gongsun Yu, in a sense, led Shen Qiu to step into the martial arts and relieve the disabled friend...

Brothers.

Whether it is the intimacy shown by Xiao Qingqing, or the simplicity and trust shown by Gongsun Yu, these are all things that Shen Qiu can hardly feel in that highly developed society.

He stood in the sunlight, looking at Qingqing and the mountain ghost, and a very nonsensical thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

A society with highly developed productive forces should have been the paradise on earth that these ancients dreamed of, but why would they have no nostalgia for that era, just open their arms and plunge into this strange and backward world?

So, what does technology bring?

Have we evolved or have we degenerated?

In the materialistic developed society, those who live with people with invisible masks, in the world in front of them, mountain ghosts also live with masks.

Who is cuter?

In Shen Qiu's hometown, girls as big as Qingqing wore princess dresses, ate Häagen-Dazs, wore heavy makeup at a young age, and were more social than social people.

Qingqing in front of her, dressed in coarse cloth clothes, covered with patches sewn by herself, she lost a lot of weight, but the salted meat and roasted potatoes full of black ash would make her happy all day.

She will never be able to taste the taste of Häagen-Dazs in her life, and she will never understand in her life why there are young ladies of the same age who have distorted their views to recognize a fat and greasy middle-aged man as a godfather.

But will anyone hate such a green country?

Even Shen Qiu himself.

In his hometown, he was framed, lost his job, borrowed alcohol to kill his sorrows, indulged in lust, buried his depression in his heart, hid his anger into a fake smile, and accompanied his smiling face just for a job to make ends meet.

Here, with a sharp axe in his hand, he is happy to take revenge, and for the sake of a strange-tempered old man who is not known and masked in the true sense, he follows an assassin who kills people without blinking.

Follow the mountain ghosts, kill almost 20 people in three days...

He didn't even know the black-clothed guards who died under his axe, he only knew that Lu Bujian died because of them, and he and Qingqing almost died at their hands.

He's angry, he doesn't have to hide that anger, he can vent his anger if he can.

Is he crazy?

A highly educated modern person has become a murderous demon king in just a dozen days.

Is he crazy?

But why, is he not resisting this change?

Is it because I've been suppressed for too long, or is it because I've never liked the so-called adult growth?

Is it because of the desire to be free?

Not really.

Shen Qiu knew very well that the freedom of indulgence was self-destruction, and only the freedom that was restrained was the perfect freedom.

This is the creed of his life, and it is also his bottom line.

So, what is it that attracts him to this new world that is still strange?

"Senior brother! What are you doing there? Hey, why are you carrying a burden? You speak. ”

Qingqing's shout woke Shen Qiu up from those meaningless thoughts.

He blinked blankly, then looked back at the room behind him.

Tsk, no matter how much you beautify, this house is still really bad...

Shen Qiu turned around, and he walked towards Qingqing and the mountain ghosts.

He reached out and touched Qingqing's head, and whispered:

"We're leaving, Qingqing, go back to Suzhou."

“？？？”

Qingqing's stupid girl drank too much last night and fell asleep, and she didn't know about Shen Qiu's conversation with the mountain ghost, and she was stunned as soon as she learned the news.

She looked at Shen Qiu blankly, and then looked down at the mountain ghost squatting there.

Gongsun Yu didn't look up, but the bamboo branch in his hand clenched.

"Senior brother, we..."

Qingqing pursed her lips, she lowered her head, grabbed Shen Qiu's sleeve, and said:

"Can we..."

"Ugh."

Shen Qiu sighed, and he said softly:

"But there is still Sister Yaoqin in Suzhou that you always talk about, and we still have a yard in Suzhou, Master... Master might still be waiting for us there..."

Shen Qiu's words were interrupted.

Qingqing looked up, her big eyes were full of tears, she didn't know what to say.

Shen Qiu interrupted her dream.

Let her remember that she is not a little mountain ghost in this Taihang Mountain, she is Fan Qingqing in Suzhou City, she always has to return to her own world and say goodbye to everything in front of her.

It's cruel.

Shen Qiu pursed his lips, his voice became softer and softer, and he said:

"But we can stay for a few more days if you want to."

"Nope."

Qingqing wiped her tears, she lowered her head and walked to her room, she said:

"Master is still waiting for us, I'll go pack my things."

Shen Qiu and the mountain ghost watched Qingqing walk into the room, Shen Qiu turned his head and looked at the mountain ghost, and the mountain ghost also looked at him.

After a moment, Shen Qiu shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Don't look at me like that, I don't want to go back to Suzhou, if you can convince Qingqing, I can even keep you here and let you watch her grow up."

"Believe me, I'm willing to do this, she's much safer and probably happier with you than with me."

The mountain ghost stood up.

He took a deep breath and said in his trademark hoarse voice:

"Take her away, Qingqing doesn't belong here, this is the world of mountain ghosts, in the world of mountain ghosts, there is only blood and hatred, if she stays here, she will be taught bad by me."

"What to pretend!"

Shen Qiu glared at the mountain ghost viciously, and he handed over the Shadow Bearing Sword in his hand.

He said:

"Don't think I can't see it, you treat Qingqing as your deceased sister, you bastard, let her treat you as a brother..."

"At the end of the day, I'll be a big villain."

The mountain ghost chuckled.

Shen Qiu is really smart, this little trick can't hide from him.

"Qingqing! Come out! ”

Shen Qiu threw down the burden and shouted to Qingqing's room, and soon, Qingqing, who was holding a small burden, walked out with tears in her eyes and walked to her senior brother's side.

Shen Qiu patted her on the shoulder.

He said to the mountain ghost in front of him:

"I don't know if you have this custom here, uh, it seems that there is, Master and Cha Bao are like that... Anyway, say goodbye, you two! ”

Qingqing raised his head suddenly, and the mountain ghost's eyes widened.

Shen Qiu pointed to the grassy hillside in front of him, and said:

"Although there is no blood relationship, you are more like brothers and sisters than brothers, I am probably crazy, you two have only known each other for less than 20 days, what a hell."

He spoke in a vicious voice, looked down at Qingqing again, and said:

"What? Don't want to? If you don't want to, we'll go now! ”

"Yes!"

Qingqing jumped up, and the mountain ghosts also nodded frequently, although there was no yellow paper, I didn't know if it was an auspicious day, and there was no big rooster to kill, and even the wine was drunk by Shen Qiu last night.

But the ritual is just a matter of having an inner flavor.

The mountain ghost moved out of his table with a rough movement, lit three rough candles on the table, and placed a coarse porcelain water bowl, facing the sun.

He and Qingqing knelt at the table, with Shen Qiu acting as a witness.

He recalled the words in the TV series, he stretched out his voice, and said to the mountain ghost and Qingqing:

"The emperor is above, and the earth is witnessing, today..."

"Wait, Senior Brother!"

Qingqing knelt on the ground, raised her head, looked at Shen Qiu, who was expressionless and cooperated with them in the role, she said dissatisfiedly:

"Aren't you coming?"

"Me?"

Shen Qiu said:

"You and I are brothers and sisters, and if you become brothers and sisters, what does this look like, if you spread it, you will be laughed at."

"What's there?"

Qingqing pointed to his side fiercely and said:

"Come here!"

The mountain ghost also stroked the Chengying Sword in his hand, and he said in a cold tone:

"Who dares to laugh at you? Let him come to this Taihang Mountain... I reasoned with him. ”

"You..."

Shen Qiu couldn't laugh or cry, but he glanced at the terrible house not far away, still shook his head, stepped forward, knelt beside Qingqing, and said:

"I don't want this one in my hometown, I'm a highly educated and promising young man, and now I'm also doing these tricks, and I've really been taught bad by you."

"If something happens to me in the future, you will have to be responsible."

"Senior brother, you're saying strange things again!"

Qingqing snorted, and then said with interest:

"Is the custom over there so weird in Yanjing?"

"I'm talking about my hometown, not Yanjing, uh... Forget it, you just think so, it's too cumbersome to explain. ”

Shen Qiu waved his hand, he looked at the table in front of him, the visiting water bowl, and said:

"Ritual or something, skip it."

He picked up the bowl in front of him, there was water in it, he stretched out his finger and snuggled his chin at the mountain ghost, the latter's wrist moved slightly, and Shen Qiu's finger was cut open a small slit, and a drop of blood dripped into the water.

Then there was Qingqing, the mountain ghost, repeating the same thing.

The three drops of blood in the water, fused together in the sunlight, making the water muddy.

Shen Qiu looked at the water bowl in front of him tangledly, he felt that this was very unhygienic, but he still raised his hand, drank a mouthful of blood water, and handed it to Qingqing, and finally the mountain ghost.

"From today onwards, Shen Qiu..."

"Fan Qingqing..."

"Gongsun Yu..."

"The three of us are brothers and sisters of the opposite sex, and we don't want to be born on the same day, the same month, the same year, but we want to die on the same day, the same month, and the same year!"

The ritual couldn't be simpler.

After reading the words, Shen Qiu glanced at the mountain ghost, and he complained:

"I hope you're a hundred-year-old guy, and I don't want to die early."

"You are!"

The mountain ghost snorted, he helped Qingqing up, put on the appearance of a big brother, and said to Shen Qiu:

"Practice martial arts well, don't compete with others casually, fight bravely and live for a short time, if you really encounter trouble that can't be solved..."

The mountain ghost took a deep breath, stroked Qingqing's head with his fingers, and said to Shen Qiu seriously:

"Come to Taihang to find me!"

"You are!"

Shen Qiu opened the hand of the mountain ghost unconvinced, he hugged the shoulder of Qingqing, who was smiling happily, and said to the mountain ghost:

"Remember, Brother Gongsun... Mountain ghost brother. ”

"Now, in addition to that little mountain ghost, you have two more loves, don't let her down, don't let us down."

Shen Qiu accentuated his tone:

"Don't look for death! See you next time, I hope you don't lack arms and legs. ”

The mountain ghost was stunned when he heard this, and after a moment, he nodded.

He said to Shen Qiu:

"Since we are already brother and sister, come with me, and I will take you there..."

"No!"

Shen Qiu interrupted the mountain ghost's words, he knew where the mountain ghost was going to take them, but he refused.

He said solemnly to the mountain ghosts:

"The more we see, the more dangerous it becomes, and your secret will follow you until I have the ability to access it."

The mountain ghost looked at Shen Qiu, and in those eyes, he couldn't see any hypocrisy.

He bowed slightly, looked at Qingqing, and said:

"Let's go on the road over there, it's a long way to go to the mountains, so be sure to pay attention to safety."

"There is a mountain temple five miles beyond the mountain pass, and if you need to find me, you will trust the wooden box behind the statue of the mountain god, and I will know."

"After we settle down, we will also contact you, if you need anything, just write to us and tell us, be literate..."

"Knowledge is power, remember that."

Shen Qiu took Qingqing, followed by the mountain ghost, turned over and got on the horse, and the mountain ghost also jumped on the saddle, carrying the Chengying Sword on his back.

He sent Shen Qiu and Qingqing all the way to the outermost pass of Taihang Mountain, and watched the two of them walk out of Taihang on the hillside, Qingqing and Shen Qiu each rode a horse, and after walking a long way, the two looked back.

On the hillside, there seemed to be a figure saying goodbye.

Shen Qiu grabbed the reins of the horse, he was really lucky, and shouted loudly to the rear:

"There are mountains in Taihang, and there are ghosts in the mountains!"

"Wronged souls ask for their lives, mountain ghosts kill people!"

"Farewell, Taihang Mountain Ghost!"

"The green mountains don't change, the green water flows forever, let's meet next time!"

Shen Qiu's voice echoed endlessly at the foot of Taihang Mountain, he didn't hear a response, and he didn't need to hear a response, as long as he looked back, as long as Taihang was still there, the mountain ghost was still there.

Beside him, Xiao Qingqing was already in tears.

She also carried her meager true qi and shouted loudly:

"Brother Mountain Ghost..."

"Take care of yourself, Qingqing will write to you! I must reply!! ”

PS：

The mountain ghost said that he wanted you to collect and give recommendation tickets, otherwise he would go to you at night! Hum~