The beautiful woman in front of her is Mu Jinglu's mother in this life, Gu Xiu.

Today's pastoral path is the soul of others, although there are still some memories that are not too complete, but it makes the pastoral path unable to find the ordinary and great emotions between mother and son in the previous life.

But even so, the doting in the eyes of the women still made Mu Jinglu unable to refuse Gu Xiu's kindness, and some reluctantly took the copper coin strung with red rope, hung it around his neck, and covered it tightly with an inner lining.

After hanging the copper coin on the pastoral path, he recalled Gu Xiu's words just now, and asked curiously: "What kind of evil is the mother talking about to ward off evil spirits?"

Gu Xiu looked at his son, who was already five years old in front of him, a little unbearable, a little unwilling, and seemed unwilling to let his son come into contact with things that were not good.

Gu Xiu hesitated for a long time, and sighed a little unbearably: "It is rumored in ancient times that people have three souls and seven spirits. After death, the three souls and seven spirits will come out of the body. The people call it the soul, and the monk calls it the original god. ”

Isn't that the ghost of the folklore of the previous life? Mu Jinglu frowned slightly.

"It's just a soul, not a monster. ”

Mu Jinglu's puzzled look made Gu Xiu sigh helplessly, and continued: "The soul of an ordinary person cannot resist the erosion of the aura of heaven and earth, and it will definitely be scattered, and the longest will be seven days. ”

"Isn't that ordinary?"

"A very small number of souls who have a grudge or wish to be fulfilled in life will lose all consciousness after seven days, leaving only a cruel and gluttonous instinct, and will become a ghost and a disaster! ”

When the words landed, Gu Xiu stared at Mujing Road, waiting for Mujing Lu's reaction.

Mu Jinglu lowered his head, rubbed his chin and thought: Since there are monks and ghosts, then according to the legends of ghosts and ghosts in the previous life, there must be an underworld, or the underworld.

Even if the probability of souls forming evil ghosts in this world is extremely low, there must be a lot of them over time. If there is no unified management of places such as the Netherworld, wouldn't the entire Xuanwei Continent be chaotic?

Seeing Mu Jinglu bowing his head and pondering, Gu Xiu looked slightly surprised and asked, "Aren't you afraid of the road?"

"Hmm, scared?" the contemplative Mujing Lu raised his head when he heard this, and asked with a stunned face, "It's just a ghost, what are you afraid of?"

Looking at Gu Xiu's surprised look, Mu Jinglu's heart was suddenly shocked. Judging from his mother's expression, the ghost must be a monster in this world, and he behaves too calmly, which may be a little abnormal.

Thinking like this, Mu Jinglu hurriedly continued: "The children don't know what the demon looks like, so why are they afraid?

Gu Xiu nodded, thinking about it. In order to let his son grow up safely, he didn't tell his son many mainland legends and Xinmi Guxiu about what he knew.

"Mother, do you have anything to do, it's okay, the child will go to read!" There was no topic, and Mu Jinglu really didn't know how to face Gu Xiu, and he was a little embarrassed to divert the topic.

"Well, let's go!" Hearing this, Mu Jinglu nodded, turned around and went back to his room.

Looking at the pasture road's back, which was already getting thicker, Gu Xiu sighed deeply.

Son, if my mother can return to the family, you will definitely be able to live a worry-free life. Even if you can't become a monk and become famous all over the world, at least you won't have to worry about ghosts in your family anymore, or even demons, but... Ay...

For his cheap mother, the pastoral path is still very curious. In the overheard talk of the villagers, Mu Jinglu knew that his home was an outsider to Dinghu Village.

Moreover, in his previous life, he was well-informed and met many nobles. Although his mother was dressed simply, the extravagance revealed between her eyebrows made Mu Jinglu understand that his life experience was not so simple.

Especially when Mu Jinglu followed his cheap mother to learn literacy, and saw his mother's calligraphy, Mu Jinglu was even more affirmative.

That night, the pastoral path turned around and couldn't sleep.

The reason why I can't sleep is not because I am thinking about my own life experience, nor is I thinking about my own crossing. Instead, he was frightened by the ghost explained by Tani Xiu during the day.

During the day, Mu Jinglu's attention was focused on the problem of the ghost dungeon, and he didn't pay too much attention to it. In the dead of night, Mujinglu knew what it meant to be panicked.

Damn! People are scared to death. Mother, it's better if you don't say it, you say this, how do I feel like I'm haunted by ghosts. Although I can't see it myself.

Mujinglu thought so groggily all night, and insisted on saying that it was dawn.

The next day, Mu Jinglu got up with a dark circle under his eyes amid his mother's greeting. When Gu Xiu saw the funny appearance of Mu Jinglu, he was stunned at first, and then smiled lightly.

This is like a normal child! What child is not afraid to hear such a strange thing? Gu Xiu thought so, and didn't say much, and continued to clean up the food on the stove.

Mu Jinglu looked at the bronze mirror, the face that was seven or eight points familiar with the previous life, and the long hair on the top of the head that I don't know how to describe, and smiled bitterly.

Who the said that when you are an adult, you are not afraid of ghosts! Do you dare to stand up and sleep with me at night? Mu Jinglu was a little annoyed, and some of the older generations in the previous life were too good at fooling children.

Although the pastoral path in this life is seven or eight points similar to the previous life, the face is ordinary. But compared with the previous life, the facial features of the young pastoral path are more harmonious.

The face is bronzed with sharp edges, the eyes are dark, not deep, but full of confidence and tenacity, and the thick eyebrows make people feel like they are under the sun, warm and enthusiastic, easy-going and passionate.

Mu Jinglu seems to be very satisfied with his own skin now, not to mention chic and dignified, and barely dignified. After pulling the hair to the top of the head, I deliberately left a lot in front of the forehead and hung it down casually.

Perfect! The corner of Mu Jinglu's mouth glanced slightly, and he shook the hair in front of his forehead a little proudly.

It seems that it's time to find a family affair for Lu Zi! Gu Xiu appeared behind Mujing Road at some point, leaned against the door frame, looked at his son with a relieved face, and thought with a chuckle.

"Brother Luzi, out. Something happened!"

As soon as Mujing Lu finished breakfast, the fat man Ding Fang hurriedly came to the door of Mujing Road, shouting with a panicked face.

Mu Jinglu looked at Ding Fang with a dark face as if he was rolling over, and teased: "Fatty, if you eat harder, you will really be a meat ball in the future." ”

"Meat balls are meat balls!" Ding Fang said anxiously: "Brother Luzi, Xing Zi has been beaten!"

Mu Jinglu was stunned and asked: "Every child in the village knows each other, and it's normal to fight occasionally!"

When Ding Fang heard this, he waved his hand anxiously and said: "No, it's someone from outside, listening to the villagers, it seems that it is some kind of guardian family, the descendants of the Ying family!"

"What?scum??" Mu Jinglu was stunned for a moment, and then found some fragments in his memory, remembering that these few days seemed to be the days when the four great families of Xuanyuan Sword returned to Dinghu for ancestral sacrifice.

"Ying, not scum!"

Looking at Ding Fang, who was about to jump, Mu Jinglu waved his hand impatiently.

"Whether it's scum or not, go check it out first!"

The road surface of the pasture road sank, and he didn't dare to delay, so he hurriedly took Ding Fang towards the village. At the door of the hut, Gu Xiu looked at the back of Mu Jinglu and Ding Fang's departure, his expression full of worry.

"Hmph, I'm a descendant of the Xuanyuan Guardian Family, what's wrong with taking some meat from you?"

Before we reached the middle of the village, a disgusting and angry shout was heard in the distance of the pasture road.

"If it weren't for our Ying family, would you be able to live here in peace? A group of Diao people, why don't you quickly bring up the meat at home? Otherwise, this kid in front of you will be your fate!"

Dozens of villagers looked at the young man lying on the ground covered in blood, and lowered their angry heads one after another, and they all bowed their heads in fear.

When Mu Jinglu and Ding Fang arrived in the middle of the village, they also saw a young man lying on the ground. Although the boy was covered in blood, the boy did not scream because of the pain on his body at all, but looked at the brocade-clothed boy who stepped on his own alone.

The cloth-clothed young man lying on the ground covered in blood is Xing Zi in Mujinglu and Dingfang's mouth, his full name is Duanmu Xing.

Duanmu Xing's background is simple and very pitiful. I lost my parents when I was a child, and I have been eating hundreds of meals to grow up, although I was not bullied by the children in the village, but the departure of my parents made Duanmu Xing, who was giggling in the past, silent, and even very extreme about some things.

Duanmu Xing has a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and a Chinese face. On weekdays, he often goes into the mountains alone to hunt and take it back to the village and distribute it to the villagers in the village.

Mu Jinglu looked at the miserable Duanmu Xing on the ground, and anger instantly emerged from the bottom of his heart. Regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, the pastoral path rushed out of the crowd and flew up and kicked towards the face of the young man in brocade.

Caught off guard, the brocade-clothed boy flew backwards with a bang. Screaming, he fell to the ground with a heavy fall.

"Xing Zi!" After kicking the young man in the brocade clothes, Mu Jinglu hurriedly picked up Duanmu Xing and carefully probed Duanmu Xing's injuries.

Without waiting for Mujinglu to ask Duanmu Xing, the brocade-clothed young man who was kicked off turned over and got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Mujinglu and Duanmu Xing fiercely and shouted, "Fuck, dare to kick me!"

"What are you doing in a daze, call me!"

As soon as the brocade-clothed young man gave an order, the five or six able-bodied servants surrounding the brocade-clothed young man rushed towards Mujinglu and Duanmu Xing.

"Hmph! A group of mortals who don't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth actually shot at Ben Gongzi! Beat me, beat me to death!"

Mu Jinglu protected the injured Duanmu Xing, using the body technique that he was good at in his previous life, and he blocked and walked back and forth between the fists and feet of five or six people. But two fists were no match for four hands, and the pastoral path also fell.

"Ah!" Ding Fang on the side, seeing the pasture road protecting Duanmu Xing who was beaten and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, he burst into anger and shouted a huge wooden stick from nowhere, screaming and rushing over.

The maid of the young man in brocade originally thought that the fat man who rushed over was just a little strong, but he didn't expect the wooden stick to directly smash the servant of the previous year and fly back.

"Don't deceive people too much!"

Ding Fangyou forced the servants who were besieging Mujing Lu and Duanmu Xing away, looked at the brocade boy a little breathlessly, and said viciously.

Endured the pain in his body, helped Duanmu Xing's pastoral path and laughed ruthlessly: "Hehe! The goodness of deception is really a scumbag!"