White Crane Mountain Heavenly Palace Temple.

As soon as Dou Liang stopped in front of the bamboo house, the door opened automatically.

"Guests from afar, physically and mentally exhausted, please come in and have a cup of tea."

A calm voice came from inside, and although Dou Liang had doubts, he still raised his feet and stepped into the bamboo house.

The room is simply furnished, and a middle-aged man in a white robe sits cross-legged on the bed, this person is Yuan Tiangang, who is famous for his physiognomy feng shui.

Yuan Tiangang opened his eyes and stretched out his hand to beckon: "Da Lang, please take a seat." ”

Dou Liang glanced at the room, knelt down on the futon on the ground in the center of the room, and said to Yuan Tiangang: "I have seen the Taoist chief, I came here today, and I also asked the Taoist chief to look at a certain phase and ask about the future." ”

Yuan Tiangang looked at Dou Liang seriously, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, he pinched his fingers, Qiankun was in his heart, and his deep and deep voice sounded: "The sky is shattered, the sun and the moon are lightless."

"The wind will rise, the four seas will boil, the mountains and rivers will overturn, and the troubled times will chase the deer.

"Da Lang's forehead is full, containing wealth, his chin is round and thick, and the right side is convex, clear and bright, which is the place of merit.

"In less than two years, if you know the Lord in the troubled times, you will definitely make great achievements in Liangzhou and Yizhou."

Dou Rail was overjoyed: "If it is really as the Taoist said, he can achieve his deeds in the future, I will never forget the great kindness and virtue you have instructed me." ”

"Da Lang, let's go."

Yuan Tiangang closed his eyes, already meaning to chase away customers.

"Bang."

Dou Liang stood up and was about to leave, when a loud noise suddenly appeared in the room, startling him.

He followed the sound, but a living creature wrapped its limbs tightly around a bamboo knee, rolled off the bed, and slammed into the cabinet beside it, making a dull noise.

Most of the living creature's fur is golden, some of its belly and limbs are white, and the sides of the creature are just visible, and its ears are erect and pointed, with a tail that resembles that of a fox.

And the bamboo clip knee it encircles is a cylindrical object made of bamboo strips, hollow, surrounded by bamboo mesh for people to cool.

But this bamboo knee is not the same as ordinary people's, there are two small balls in the hollow part of this object, and the spherical surface is painted with exquisite patterns, which is very exquisite.

The living creature seemed to be attracted by the small ball inside, and clung to the bamboo knee, its front paws digging through the mesh. But the mesh is too small, and it never catches the ball.

After digging for a long time, the ball was next to the ground, far from its claws.

It stopped and glanced at the ball inside, and its eyes rolled as if it understood something.

The next moment, it held its bamboo knees erect in its arms, and the two small balls immediately rolled to the bottom and reached the ground.

It wagged its tail excitedly, and put its paws into the mesh, although it touched the ball, but could not take it out, and it immediately became anxious, and rolled and pounded with its bamboo knee.

"Bang."

The low table overturned, and the teacup and teapot shattered to the ground.

"Bell."

The vase was broken, and the branches were broken.

"Boom."

The inkstone turns, the ink splashes, the books are scattered...

One of the books flew out from under its claws and struck at Yuan Tiangang.

Dou Liang was startled, but saw Yuan Tiangang calmly stretch out his hand and easily catch the book.

"Yellow hair, come here." Yuan Tiangang looked helpless and put the book aside.

Yellow hair?

Dou Liang looked at the living creature named "Yellow Hair" again, and at this time it was stained with ink, black, yellow and white, and it was... Ugly. When it heard Yuan Tiangang's call, it immediately threw off the bamboo knees in its arms and ran towards Yuan Tiangang with its little short legs.

At this time, Dou Liang saw its front, the ears were not purely pointed, but slightly rounded, and the face was like a fox.

Dou Liang muttered in his heart: Could it be that this is a fox? But this fox is too fat, and his legs are too short...

Could it be a fox who has been enchanted?

Dou Liang knocked his head and couldn't help laughing, he must have read too many miscellaneous books about demons and monsters, so he thought so.

Huang Mao jumped into his arms, Yuan Tiangang didn't dislike it at all, let it rub the ink, gently stroked the hair on its back, swept his eyes to the Dou Rail who was still standing by the door, and asked lightly: "Da Lang is still in trouble?" ”

"No, no, it's fine." Dou Liang said: "Then so-and-so will leave." ”

After stepping out of the threshold, I couldn't help but look back, only to see the yellow hair lying in Yuan Tiangang's arms, swaying his tail, the white fluff under the tail was particularly conspicuous, and the shape of the white fluff area was like... Peach.

Dou Liang was curious and wanted to study it more carefully, but the door in front of him slammed and closed.

Yuan Tiangang looked at the closed door, stroked the yellow hairy hand and slowly descended, until it was round and soft white hair area, then stopped, and then stroked it for a while, and sighed: "Alas... The curiosity of the world is too heavy....."

That night, Yuan Tiangang stood in the courtyard and looked up at the starry sky, but saw that the arrangement of the stars in the three walls was different from usual, the stars were shining, and the purple was weak.

Suddenly, a white light broke through the air and landed in the northeast direction.

Yuan Tiangang touched the clean yellow hair in his arms, his eyes were deep, and his tone was quiet: "The wind will rise..."

**

"Since you gave birth to me, why don't you treat me well?"

One second she was still holding her severed hand, crying and accusing the man, but the next second she fell asleep...

Could it be that she fainted in pain, this is a dream?

Or is she dead, and this is hell?

No, it's neither.

Wang Yu can still clearly remember the pain of cutting off the heart and bone when his right hand was cut off, it was so painful that it was so painful that it suffocated, and later, it really hurt to death.

Otherwise, how could she be on another plane?

Wang Yu had already realized that she had crossed over, because her hands were intact, and the pain that came was the pain of being strangled, not the pain of being severed.

It's not a dream, it's not hell, she's alive.

She soon found herself a child, about six or seven years old, wearing a thin white robe, which was dusty and a little dirty. Her hands were tied tightly with ropes, so she felt pain.

She looked up and began to survey her surroundings.

It was an antique room, and the furnishings were very simple, except for a slightly larger wooden bed, an old wooden cabinet, and a table about thirty centimeters high.

There are bamboo pillows and a black old quilt on the bed, and a cylindrical object rolls down on the ground next to the bed, also made of bamboo strips, hollowed out in the middle, surrounded by mesh, like... The ancient "Bamboo Lady." ”

But shorter than Mrs. Bamboo, it should be... Bamboo clip knee.

Everywhere in the house are square bamboo mats, scattered on the ground, for people to sit and lie down.

The people sitting or lying on it were like her, their hands bound with ropes. His hair was disheveled, his face was dusty, and even his clothes were covered with dust and mud marks, as if they were rolling in the mud.

Wang Yu counted in his heart, and there were a total of twenty people in the house. The men wore black or khaki round-necked shirts with narrow sleeves and soft-soled boots. The women wore narrow-sleeved shirts, corseted skirts, long belts around their waists, and high-toed shoes.

Such a dress-up...

Suddenly, a bright light flashed, and Wang Yu looked over, and there was a familiar shadow in the pile of debris not far from her, which was her Swiss Army knife.

Unexpectedly, this thing also followed her to ancient times.

Wang Yu's eyes lit up, and he stood up and was about to pick it up.

"Bang."

......