The carriage was not ornate, but it was spacious and tidy.

The coachman driving the carriage was a quaint-looking middle-aged man.

He sat in the seat of the car and waited quietly.

Who he was waiting for, no one knew.

Until he saw us, he quickly got up and greeted us warmly, asking if we needed a carriage.

Of course I do.

Nobita suddenly asked: Big brother, can the carriage cross the river?

Without hesitation, the driver replied, "Yes!" ”

Then, he drove the carriage and really crossed the river.

The four looked at each other.

Sitting in the carriage, I smiled dumbly.

The coachmen could drive the carriage across the river, but the Bodhisattva of the Mahavira Hall could not, so they had to cross the river with waist-high water.

The four men climbed ashore scolding, completely soaking wet.

The coachman leaned over again, and Nobita almost pressed his face and said, "Brother, do you still want to cross the river?" ”

Nobita pushed him away, feeling too disgusting.

What do two men look like with their faces so close to each other?

The coachman smiled ambiguously, and Nobita couldn't help but vomit wildly.

He finally learned that sometimes it was not a good thing to talk too much.

But it was too late for him to regret it.

Along the way, the coachman seemed to like Nobita very much, and always talked to him about something.

Originally, talking was nothing, even if it was ambiguous, it was nothing, and no matter how numb he was, he would be able to endure it.

But the coachman had a bad habit and he really couldn't bear it.

Because the coachman likes to pick his nostrils with his little finger while talking to him.

The coachman's little finger was thicker than the average person's, but as soon as he picked his nostrils, he shoved this half of his little finger into it.

Nobita was so sick that he vomited, and when he vomited, he couldn't help but wonder how deep the coachman's nostrils were.

Naturally, I don't think about such boring things.

But I found one of the more interesting things to be the coachman's rough hands.

It stands to reason that a man like a coachman, with a pair of rough hands, is nothing.

But I always felt that these rough hands were a little rough.

So sometimes I wonder what such a pair of hands have done.

Just when I was thinking the most, Bao Dian suddenly said that when he went to Xiaojie just now, he saw an injured person.

He asked me if I wanted to save it.

Save a life, win a seventh-level floating slaughter.

What's more, it is even more of a sin to see death and not save it.

So I said, "Save!" ”

It's a wounded man.

Dressed in green clothes, it has long been stained red by blood.

In his hand, he also holds a strange snake silk sword!

Such a sword is extremely rare.

I was slightly surprised.

Maybe it's because in his previous life, he hated the evil snake demon even more.

That's why every time I see something related to snakes, I feel sensitive.

I couldn't tell if he was a good guy or a bad guy, but I saved him anyway.

He had injuries on his body, very serious, and he had been recuperating for half a month.

I didn't ask anything.

Along the way, I still robbed my tomb.

I used the four-character formula taught to me by my master tomb god, combined with the theoretical knowledge of the "Burial Sutra", and I accumulated experience while robbing tombs.

Although it is not possible to accurately distinguish the authenticity of a cemetery every time, there are times when it is rewarding.

Every time the Daxiong Hall and the Bodhisattva Bao saw more or less jewels in the tomb, they couldn't help but cry out with excitement.

They are full of joy and passion.

And I, still disappointed.

Weiyang clearly sensed my low and disappointed mood, and she wanted to ask but didn't.

I didn't say either.

Every time I rob the tomb, I keep in mind the teachings of my master's tomb god, and keep a part of it for good deeds and help those in need.

And the rest of the part, I gave it to the Mahavira Hall and the Bodhisattva to bless me.

And, of course, the coachman.

Although the coachman was as happy as they were, there was more greed in his eyes.

I was secretly alarmed.

Greed, what it means, there is no doubt about it.

And the wounded man finally woke up.

I asked him what his name was.

He said he called Night Cry.

The night of crying, the night of crying.

I was amazed and couldn't understand why a man would have such a strange name.

Is it because in the middle of the night, I always cry alone?

There is a hint of evil in the strange name.

I didn't say anything more.

I knew there wouldn't be any more intersections between me and him.

I saved him out of morality.

Between each other, there is nothing else.

The carriage continued.

The road stretches endlessly beneath your feet.

On this day, I finally came to Jiangnan.

Jiangnan is beautiful, beautiful and beautiful.

From the time I stepped into Jiangnan, Weiyang felt a stir in my body.

He longs to return to Gangnam, but is afraid to return to Gangnam.

That night, the unforgettable pain made her heart palpitate to this day.

I could deeply feel the pain in her heart.

But I have nothing to say.

This time back, I don't know if I can fulfill her wishes.

I can only wait and plan.

At this time, the wound of the night cry was healed.

I decided to let him go.

We are not all the way, he has his way, I have my bridge.

As I saw him off, he suddenly took my hand and said, "Thank you for saving me, I will remember you." When I finish this assassination mission, I'll come back to you! ”

I was slightly startled.

He was an Assassin.

I thought of the death of my master's tomb god, and my heart ached.

Just for a moment, I regained my composure and withdrew my hand indifferently.

His hand tried to grasp me again, but it didn't.

The moment his sleeves slid down, a blood-red peach blossom print flashed away.

It's a pity I didn't see it.

I looked at the clouds in the sky and said casually, "I saved you out of morality." If we say goodbye today, we will not see each other again. ”

Night Cry showed a kind of white-toothed smile and said, "That's not necessarily! ”

Then, he walked away without looking back.

I froze, not understanding what he meant.

They are like passers-by, will they see each other again?

I couldn't help but look back, he was already in the smoke and rain of Jiangnan.

I didn't think much of it, and I just walked away.

The misty rain scattered on my body, and there was a faint coolness.

Not far from the river, a row of willows is graceful.

The river is full of white lotus flowers, which look more soft under the smoke waves.

I used to love lotus flowers, just like my little sister.

The little sister said: "If you go far, I will turn into the lotus flower in the pond at the entrance of the village, and look back year after year, even if the water is dry, I will let you see home at a glance!." ”

My heart is moved, what a good little sister!

She was afraid that I would be away from home for a long time and forget the way home, even if she turned into a lotus flower, she would guide me home.

When I saw the lotus, I thought of my little sister.

I couldn't help but sing softly the song I had taught her to sing:

At that moment, the wind turned to the clouds,

A sunny day that shades out the bright sun.

Falling deep in the bamboo forest,

Like that wall of light smoke,

Dancing with the sheng song that lingers over the years,

Is there a figure of you wandering in the past?

If you go far,

I will follow endlessly,

Even if there is no hope of hard life,

It seems that the prosperity is gone,

It is also necessary to teach the dream butterfly who seeks eternal life.

After singing this song, my tears flowed unconsciously.

Weiyang was surprised and asked me what had happened.

I didn't say anything.

Suddenly, the voice of night crying came from the distant air: "Brother, you sing so well!" As you have sang, if you go far, I will follow you endlessly! ”

I was taken aback, and I thought I would cry at night and come back.

When I turned around, I saw a tall tree in the distance standing in green clothes.

The branches are soft, but he does not move!

With such superb light skills, even Weiyang, who is a ghost, is afraid that he is also panicked.

And the night cry did it, so vividly.

It seems that I underestimated this Assassin who called Night Crying.

It's just his words that make me feel a thrill in my heart.

Why did he, say such a thing to me?

Has he found out who my daughter is?

When I looked up again, the night cry was gone.

Back to the carriage, the coachman and the Bodhisattva of the Daxiong Hall were waiting anxiously.

I pretended to be casual and said, "You've been resting for so long, so let's keep going!" ”

The Bodhisattva was still a little hesitant and said, "Brother, this mountain, this water, let's just leave?" ”

I know what he means.

But I didn't answer.

Although there are no ancient tombs in this mountain and water, I have no thoughts.

The coachman shouted and whipped his horse.

For the next few days, I didn't do anything.

The coachman and the Bodhisattva of the Mahavira Hall were baffled, and I wondered if I was stimulated by anything.

They also came to test my reaction from time to time, and when they saw that I was not stupid, they were relieved.

I thought it was secretly funny.

Finally, five days later, we arrived at Wolong Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, I met many refugees who had fled from other places.

They were all dragged with their families, and because of the long journey, plus the lack of food and drink, everyone had a miserable life.

Although I am not a savior or a bodhisattva of compassion, I think that I have experienced so many hardships and have been helped by many people.

What's more, the master tomb god also had an admonition:

Help everyone who needs help.

I spoke my mind out and got Weiyang's approval.

The coachman and the Bodhisattva of the Mahavira Hall were silent.

I sighed gloomily, the world is different, people's hearts are different, I can't ask them to do anything, but I have to do what I decide.

So, I easily found a few ancient tombs near Fushan, dug up more or less treasures inside, and asked them to go to the black market to exchange for silver and grain.

It is then distributed to those who have fled so that they can fend for themselves.

They are grateful to me.

I don't think it's happy.

The Bodhisattva of the Mahavira Hall blessed them, but they were quite complacent.

Perhaps it was only at this time that they deeply realized that helping others is also a kind of joy.

I couldn't help but smile as I looked at their heartfelt joy.

Only the coachman watched from the sidelines.

When I looked at him inadvertently, he stuck out a little finger and gouged out his nostril.

Nobita saw it and despised him again.

The two competed ambiguously, and Nobita slowly got used to it.

I shook my head and smiled wryly, turned and walked back up the mountain.

Wolong Mountain is majestic and upright, but it has winding paths, which is indeed a benefit.

I've been to a lot of picturesque places, but I don't want to read them.

I miss Du Sanniang in my heart, without her, what do I think is the most beautiful scenery?

Seeing that I was depressed, Weiyang asked me what was going on.

She said bitterly, "Sister, didn't you tell me before? Don't hold anything in your heart, say it and we'll face it together! ”

I didn't hide it anymore, so I had to tell her about my past and present lives.

After hearing this, Weiyang cried again.

Perhaps we share the same attachment and inevitably share the same disease!

Weiyang cried for a while, and suddenly said: "Sister, this world is vast and boundless, and finding Sister Du is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack." I think, since that damn snake demon covets you, he must hate Sister Du, with his nature, will he hide Sister Du in the place of resentment in the world, so that you can't find it, and take revenge on Sister Du. ”

I was stunned.

Weiyang's words reminded me.

The snake demon was bent on making me regret it, so he was naturally angry with Du Sanniang, how could he let Du Sanniang be content with the status quo.

As long as I regret it, the snake demon will have a chance against me.

But there are more grudges in the world than there are, who knows where the hateful snake demon will hide Du Sanniang?

I sighed heavily and said, "Maybe so! ”

Unconsciously, I walked to the northeast corner of Wolong Mountain.

looked up, but saw a resentment in the distance.

I was secretly surprised, I couldn't understand how there could be such a heavy resentment here.

Thinking about Weiyang's words just now, I was quietly moved.

So I took advantage of this resentment to find it.

In the grass, I saw half a stone tablet with the words: Wenzhong!