"When everything is rising, you need to meditate and vomit. ”

The steward's voice sounded on time, like a magic sound piercing everyone's ears.

Bai Nianqiu opened his hazy eyes, crossed his legs with the order of the chief manager, and exhaled.

In the morning valley, there is a thin layer of mist, and from the bottom up, a round of red sun looms, and the light shines through the mist on everyone's body, face, like a fairyland.

The old man lay on Bai Nianqiu's side, his palms clenched tightly, and the manager's voice was ignored.

Bai Nianqiu was a little curious, and called out to the old man softly, but did not get a response.

A soldier with a long sword in his hand glared at Bai Nianqiu, and then poked the old man with the hilt of the sword.

"Lao Li, Lao Li?"

The soldier should know the old man, and when he saw that the old man did not react, he squatted down directly, and the heavy armor raised dust and floated on Bai Nianqiu's body.

Secretly squinted and saw the soldier flipping the old man over, his dark cheeks, quiet and peaceful.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, with a hint of satisfaction, and a little nostalgia.

Bai Nianqiu suddenly felt as if he had been hit hard in the heart by a sledgehammer, and he couldn't breathe.

I remember the first time I saw the old man, when the old man still had some flesh on his body, unlike the skin and bones now.

"Little girl, you died at such a young age, why did you die?"

At that time, the old man was lying on the ground cheaply, cocking Erlang's legs, and joking about Bai Nianqiu.

When Bai Nianqiu first heard it, he trembled with anger, and scolded this old man for having a nervous disorder and cursing people in broad daylight.

"Dead is dead, what are you doing with such a big fire?"

This is the second sentence that the old man said to Bai Nianqiu, and it is still vivid in my mind now.

At that time, Bai Nianqiu didn't say a word, and was about to hit the old man with his hand, but he didn't know that he hadn't touched it yet, so he went directly through the old man.

Later, the old man said that the first time people died, they were like this, their souls were unstable, like a phantom, and there was no substance.

The old man said that he was worse than Bai Nianqiu when he came down for the first time, and the fright almost disappeared directly.

Bai Nianqiu has been dead for three years, and he has stayed in this unknown small valley in the underworld for three years, and the only one who can speak is the old man, and the old man is half of his guide after all.

"Send Li Qingyun to the soul mound. ”

The chief steward walked over leisurely, glanced at the old man lying on the ground, and ordered him to go down.

And Li Qingyun is the name of the old man, who died at the age of twenty-three, and has been in this valley for more than forty years.

"He was able to enter the Soul Tomb?"

"A bad old man who can't raise an entity for decades can enter the soul mound?"

Hearing that the old man was going to be sent to the soul mound, everyone began to discuss, and suddenly the noisy sound was endless.

The soul mound, the resting place of the soul.

It is said that the soul mound can protect the soul of a person, and if there is great perseverance, it may be reborn.

The manager sent the old man to the soul mound, but in fact, he also had his own selfishness.

In the earliest days, the chief was not the chief manager, but an old man, not tall, with a gloomy face all day long.

Later, I don't know what mistakes I made, I was dismissed, and I was replaced by the current manager.

This manager is not like the previous one, he still knows how to consider the human touch when he does something, and the old man is a relatively early batch of people, so the chief manager sometimes turns a blind eye to the old man.

A few soldiers came and carried the old man away, and the chief turned to look at the crowd.

"Meditate with peace of mind, don't think wildly!"

The scene was instantly quiet, and the deterrent power of the manager was still very great.

Often, some disobedient people are usually killed directly by the soldiers and made into food.

All the people in this valley are actually living and dying in the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the governor.

From time to time, the blood-colored sun in the sky emitted a wisp of red mist, drifting towards the valley and being absorbed by the people who were spitting.

This wisp of mist is actually the key to whether they can condense the entity, and can turn into a trace of blood to replenish their own body.

The disgusting ghost food is also the key, supplementing the nutrients on their bodies is the condensation of the evil qi naturally raised by the outside world, and whether they can get out of the valley depends on the individual's physique.

Some people, who have eaten ghost food for decades, may be real food and cannot absorb it.

Some people, every time they eat it, they can leave some leftovers and keep it for their own use.

The manager didn't go back to the top of the mountain, but came to Bai Nianqiu's side and found a fairly clean stone to sit down.

The people around him were suddenly frightened and didn't dare to come out, and their eyes were tightly closed.

"Lao Li has been here for most of his life, and in the end, he didn't make a name for himself, but ended up like this. ”

Bai Nianqiu listened to the words of the chief manager, and did not dare to speak, this was the first time in three years that he had seen the chief manager sitting beside them.

"Lao Li can't get out of the valley, he can't condense the entity, do you know why?"

"Huh?"

Bai Nianqiu was a little stunned, as if he understood or not, listening to the manager's meaning, the old man couldn't get out of the valley, there should be something else hidden.

"In the thirty-first year of the old calendar, I was just a small general, working under the king's steward.

The king is in charge of this person, in fact, he is not bad-hearted, but his utilitarian heart is too strong.

The little things that the people in the valley had worked so hard to cultivate were secretly transferred by him before they could be condensed into entities, so that they couldn't get out of the valley for a few years at that time.

Lao Li had a big mouth at that time and liked to talk nonsense.

I heard a little rumor of the king's steward in the valley, and it provoked the king's steward.

Although he didn't kill Lao Li, he still beat him out and fell to the root of his illness.

After all, the wrong things he did still have to be repaid, and after a few years of being proud, the king was proud, and he was strictly investigated, but he still found out.

In this catastrophe, the king steward did not escape, and I took office with it.

I, the new official, had to give people a good reputation, so I gave the valley a few days off.

For decades, I have let go of this time, Lao Li was drunk that day, crying and shouting to thank me for giving him and avenging the people in the valley.

But what's my business?"

Speaking of this, the manager grinned, perhaps this is a memory worth remembering in the valley.

"Over the decades, everything that the original people could walk has gone, leaving behind an old Li.

Secretly, many people like to taunt him, saying that he is a waste fool and does not open his mind.

But no one dares to say it openly, after all, I am not dead, and the only one who can be regarded as a friend is him, so how can I let others bully him.

Lao Li always likes to watch the sun for a while before going to sleep, and he says something that others can't understand, which should be something before his death.

In fact, a few years ago, I found something for Lao Li that could help him condense the lost spirit, but Lao Li just gave up.

He said that he had a handful of bones, and he didn't know where to go when he went out, so it was better to fall here clean.

But I know that in fact, Lao Li has a hurdle in his heart.

If he can't get past it, no one can help him. ”

Speaking of which, the manager was a little silent, staying here for decades, and there was no one to talk to.

Lao Li barely counted one, but now he is gone.

The people in the valley feel trapped in a cage, hateful, afraid of the governor, the soldiers, but why don't they stay in the cage?

"Lao Li has saved most of his life savings, and he gave them to you once, don't let him down. ”

The manager patted Bai Nianqiu's shoulder and walked straight up.

Bai Nianqiu's eyes widened slightly, a little unclear.

"When the hour comes, all things grow. ”

"Blessing Ze, celebrate the new people out of the mountain. ”

There was a little loneliness in the voice, and it clearly fell on everyone's heart.

People all over the mountains were in an uproar, wanting to see who was so lucky.

The steward stood on the top of the hill with his hands in his hands, looking up at the sun.

A red glow pierced through the clouds, illuminating the valley and slowly enveloping him in Bai Nianqiu's gaze.

Bai Nianqiu, who was cross-legged, felt a warmth coming from his lower abdomen, which gradually flowed and merged into his limbs.

Bai Nianqiu suddenly thought that the old man suddenly asked himself where he was going when he went out last night, and recommended several places in a row.

It turned out that it was premeditated and paved the way for himself, and it was up to him how to go.

"Did the old man give me the soul power he cultivated?"

At this time, Bai Nianqiu came to his senses.

However, using the things that have been cultivated for decades to fulfill oneself is a bit big.

Man, you can give birth twice.

Once, in the sun,

Once, in Hades.

"Great kindness, there is no way to repay it. ”

A crisp voice sounded, Bai Nianqiu straightened his hair, faced the direction of the old man, and knelt down.

Prostrate and bow to the teacher.

Because the old man deserves to be called a master by himself, and he deserves such a big gift.

After a long time, the voice of the chief steward came,

"It's time to hit the road. ”

Bai Nianqiu raised his head, glanced at the chief manager at the top of the mountain, resettled his mind, and his gloomy eyes finally returned to clarity again.

The journey out of the mountain is very long, and there are many lonely ghosts on the road, so the manager will urge him to leave early, but he will send himself to a safe place before leaving.

Bai Nianqiu turned into two steps and ran to the top of the mountain, and two soldiers were already standing on the side of the chief manager, one holding a black horse in his hand.

"I've been appointed as a steward for more than 40 years, and there will be no problems in the future, and that's it for the rest of my life.

I was a soldier before I came here, and I was still cannon fodder, but I was lucky not to die. ”

But as soon as he climbed the mountain, the manager suddenly spoke, and Bai Nianqiu, who didn't know what it meant, had to listen quietly.

"I have been fighting for more than ten years, and there are a lot of souls under the knife, but in the future, I am afraid that there will be no more opportunities to lift the knife, and this knife may as well be used by you on the road." ”

The chief manager took a knife from the soldier's hand and handed it over, with a somewhat reluctant expression.

"When you go out of the mountain, you are no longer from the valley, and you don't know when you will meet in the future.

It's a long way to go, you still have a long way to go, you have to have something to defend yourself against. ”

Bai Nianqiu hurriedly stretched out his hands and took the blade that shone with blue light,

The blade, which has not been unsheathed for decades, has not been stained with a trace of dust.

Just as he was about to say thanks, everyone and all the soldiers under the mountain suddenly lined up in unison and shouted, and the shouts shook the sky and pierced the sky.

"Thirty-three mountains, fourteen valleys, send newcomers out of the mountains. ”

The loud war song came from the top of the mountain, from the valley, and from all directions, seeing off Bai Nianqiu.

Looking at the valley that had made him hate for three years, at this moment, Bai Nianqiu suddenly found that he was a little reluctant in his heart.

It could be the scenery of the valley, it could be the people of the valley, or it could be the time when you were playing with the old man.

Wiping the wetness from the corners of his eyes, Bai Nianqiu whispered,

"Old man, this is a long way to go, but it is also accompanied by many opportunities.

I've heard you say that this world is not ordinary, and there are not a few people with great magical powers.

Although I, Bai Nianqiu, am not a good person, I also know about Entu.

Today, I swear by Bai Nianqiu here, if I learn the skills in the future, I will definitely save you. ”

Then he no longer hesitated, turned around and rode with his sword, and walked out of the mountain.

This year, Bai Nianqiu was "a man in two lives" and turned twenty-five.

This year, there was a person, dressed in white and a black horse, who entered the rivers and lakes alone.