"Hiss~"

Before entering the small courtyard, Xu Han suddenly shivered, the fenced courtyard surrounded by vines and roses was full of greenery, although it was separated by a door, the temperature change was like lava compared to the ice field, and the refreshing coolness went straight to the heart.

The antique gravel path leads from the courtyard gate to the eaves, and the plum tree at the door has been so quiet since Xu Han first saw it. I don't see a new sprout for a few years, and I don't see the plum blossoms and snow in the cold winter, and most of the people in the village think that this tree has been ancient, but the ancestors are reluctant to accompany it for many years, so they have been staying by their side to make a thought.

It's just that Xu Han doesn't think so, although the bark attached to the branches has been broken, but every time he stands under the tree, Xu Han can always feel the vigorous vitality from it, and sometimes in a trance, he can even feel that the tree emits a clear spiritual mist all the time, and the spiritual mist ripples in all directions and does not know where to go, as if the ancient village is located in this peach source is from this.

The cracks on the branches are wanton, and if you look closely, it looks like some strange ancient texts are carved on it, as if it were made in nature. Unconsciously, Xu Han was attracted by the charm of the ancient trees again, and walked under the withered plums.

Consciousness sank above the ravine, flying between Hongmeng, the spiritual mist washed the soul, the mighty and wonderful sound of Huang Zhong Da Lu surrounded the heart, and all kinds of distracting thoughts dispersed, and the heart was as clear and pure as glass.

It seems to stand in the desolation of the yellow in an instant, and the vast breath comes and goes freely in the limbs. Countless eternal stars drew a mysterious trajectory in front of them, and the knots around them vibrated and resounded. Human law heaven and earth, Tao law nature, the exquisite trajectory performed by the big star is secretly in line with the truth of heaven and earth, or a supreme mystical method, or a set of shocking true martial arts, Xu Han has some understanding, but he still does not understand!

Xu is fate has not arrived, the more anxious he wants to see the truth, but the more he is in prison, tossing and turning and falling into the dark abyss without knowing it, Xu Han forgets himself and is still engrossed in the stars that are fading in the faint light.

Suddenly, a thunderclap exploded in the sea of knowledge, and a monstrous aura that caused all things to wither and annihilate faintly in the mist. As soon as he put it together, his soul was shocked, and he wanted to dissipate! Xu Han hurriedly lifted his spirit and got out of the state, not daring to go deeper into it. As if waking up from a floating dream, Xu Han looked around the courtyard, and vaguely felt that the place he was in was all illusory, fake, and wonderful!

Sweat dripped down his forehead, and Xu Han's face was shocked and he couldn't help but take a few steps back. In the past, although you could see all kinds of mysteries when you looked at this tree, but this time you were too intoxicated with it, and you didn't realize that it contained such a danger! The breeze passed, Xu Han shook his head and looked up and down at what seemed to be an ordinary withered plum, and was speechless. I don't know if I was stunned just now or if I was really brought into an unpredictable artistic conception by this strange fairy tree.

When he calmed down again, he saw that the old man in the house had already noticed that the movement in front of the door had not said a word, and he was smiling in the dark, which was difficult to understand. And the pottery cup that Xu Han held was no longer in his hand, and he didn't know when it was taken over by the ancestor and eaten to be clean.

Looking at the sky, the sun was slanting to the west, and half an hour passed in a flash.

"Hehe, you're still standing there stupidly, come in!" Seeing that Xu Han hesitated, he didn't seem to wake up from a dream. The old man laughed hoarsely and dryly, and beckoned to the young man in front of the door to enter the house. Xu Han scratched the back of his head, opened his mouth to say something, swallowed the words again, pouted and crossed the threshold, and sat opposite the ancestor.

On the table, which is far more novel than his own tables and chairs, there are four or five bone plates neatly arranged, all of which are food sent by the villagers, needless to mention, Xu Han can even identify whose family sent the food. The old man was unhurried and ate a few fresh seasonal side dishes and brown rice on his plate.

"Ancestor, what the hell is that tree?" Xu Han put his right arm on his cheek, looking out of the house boredly, as if asking and muttering to himself.

The room was still quiet, the ancestor did not reply, and Xu Han was also accustomed to it and did not care. According to the legend of the villagers, the ancestors have lived here since the beginning of the ancient village, and now there are five or six hundred years of time, although the villagers live a long life, ordinary villagers can also get two hundred years of spring and autumn, this kind of life Xu Han was also shocked when he first heard about it.

Seeing that Xu Shan and He Nu had not changed their faces for several years since they took care of him, they casually asked a question and learned that their parents were seventy or eighty years old. If it is really paid by heaven, there will be gains and losses, although this life does not see all kinds of magical technologies in the previous life, but in the life span, it will invisibly compensate for a lot.

Seeing that the old man finished eating, Xu Han consciously got up and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, sorted them and returned them to each family when he returned. There was little smoke on the stove, Xu Han first moved the rattan chair next to the bed to the door, and then helped the old man to carefully serve the ancestor to take off his thick jacket. Xu Han looked at the hideous scars on the old man's side face, and secretly speculated in his heart about what kind of man the old man was when he was young.

The doubts in the heart but not declared, the parents and elders have carefully explained Xu Han, the villagers can live here safely for hundreds of years, there are many honor guards The ancestors have magical skills, but the ancestors do not like to mention the past, and there are many people in the past few generations who have knocked on the ancestor's words under curiosity, and the old man always does not say a word every time he mentions such a topic, as if he is displeased. Therefore, in the long run, the villagers also learned about the taboo of the elderly, and they should not inquire too much about the stories of the elderly from generation to generation.

Xu Han knew that his origin was inexplicable, and it was not the original work of the ancient village. And with great changes at birth, it is up to the old man to rescue him if he survives, so he is even more respectful to the old man, and he will not forcibly touch the few taboos in this ancient village.

When the clear water was poured into the tea cup of Sumeru mustard seeds, Xu Han was once again surprised that this seemingly ordinary cup not only carried things, but also that the hot water was put into the cup without any trace of heat to vent, and there was no burning feeling in his hand.

After carefully placing the teacup in a place where the ancestor could easily touch, Xu Han found a low stool from the house and sat beside him obediently, gently massaging the body of the ancestor.

"Uncle Qiu's little Xiying is on her birthday in a few days, my father is going to build a dressing table for her, what do you think I should give?"

"This girl loves cute things, do you want me to go to the mountains to look for it while my father is hunting in the forest, and see if I can find some cute pets to give her?"

"Uncle Nie seems to have suffered some injuries to his legs and feet, saying that he encountered a fierce beast while hunting, and accidentally injured the beast's mouth. Hehe, I don't know what kind of powerful beast can take advantage of him with Uncle Nie's skills......"

...............

Xu Han has a homely routine without a match, smelling the freshness from the four fields, and his heart is extremely calm. The ancestor squinted his eyes slightly, and it was uncomfortable to sway on the rattan chair.

The breeze is coming, and the oblique shadow is long.

The old man pulled Xu Han's immature little hand and kneaded it in his palm, Xu Han stopped his movements, and gently snuggled up to the old man's side humming an unknown song, and the babbling music floated to the distant peak, disturbing the peak and half of the clear clouds.

The old ancestor pricked up his ears and savored the meaning of the clear breeze in Xu Han's melodious song that he got out of nowhere, and seemed to like it very much, and he laughed when he listened to it.

Xu Han stopped humming and smiled like a child, "Grandpa, do you like this little song......?"

The old man didn't look at Xu Han beside him, but just patted the back of his hand lightly, and after pointing to the peak with a long gaze, he said softly, "Han'er, do you want to go out and have a look in the future?"

"Huh?" Xu Han raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"Where are you going?"

The old man trembled and pointed to the burial peak, and his voice was hoarse, "Go to the back of that mountain......"

Xu Han's eyes followed the old man's pointing to the peak that went straight into the sky, and he was silent.

"I don't want to ......" Xu Han replied softly, although it was a childish voice, the meaning was also firm.

"Oh, why?" the old man still didn't look at Xu Han.

"Behind that mountain is the real world, don't you want to see it?"

"Behind the mountain..... It's just rivers and lakes......"

"Oh?" the old ancestor was a little interested, "What are the rivers and lakes you are talking about?"

"Jianghu...... It is the ignorance of love and hate, the difficulty of distinguishing between good and evil, the grievances, hatred, and interests...... So, don't look at it!"

Old Ancestor smiled, patted Xu Han's little hand again and said nothing. The air is getting damp, and the ancient plum stretches its dead branches to meet the coming heartiness.

"Go ahead......" the old man closed his eyes and said slowly.