My name is Chen Laizhi, which means that if you come, you will be safe.

However, according to my father's later words, the name also had other meanings in it. But I don't know exactly what it is.

The family lives in Xishan Village, Guizhong County, backed by Qixia Mountain.

My father was quiet and didn't like to say anything. It may also have something to do with the death of the mother. It is said that my mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to me, and I don't know how many of them are.

The only thing I remember is the sixth day of June every year.

My father would take me into Qixia Mountain, find a loess slope, offer fragrant plums and red candles, and then let me kneel there three times and nine buckles.

And he was reading words on the sidelines, many of which I didn't understand. At that time, I was small, and I could only vaguely hear some, mountain ghosts, blessings, customs, and the law. But at that time, I didn't understand what it meant.

The yard at home is three in and three out, which can be regarded as a large family. However, this courtyard is located on a mountain, so few people pass by all year round. There is a Tsubaki tree in the center of the main courtyard, which is said to have been planted when the garden was built, and the garden was built by my father and started shortly before I was born.

My father likes to be clean, and he taught me to read and write in his spare time.

After I was a little older, I began to get in touch with "Seven Strategies".

There are a lot of them, including the six arts, the princes, the poems, the books of war, and so on......

And "Seven Strategies" is a general outline, listing these things, you will know that there are such things, as for the more detailed, you don't know anything.

In the blink of an eye, I was fourteen years old.

This year, my father did not take me into the mountains, he went into the mountains by himself, and then brought back a woman. After that, he left, as if it were his character, without saying a word. Just handed over a yellow, blackened copy of "Seven Strategies" to me completely.

In this way, a strange woman moved into the house, and it has been almost a month now.

This month, I just learned that her name is Angelica Bai. She spoke less than her father, and she didn't do anything other than look at me every day.

To be honest, I was really resistant to her.

After all, it's a bit uncomfortable for such a stranger to live at home.

On this day, I was resting in the yard, but suddenly I noticed that there was a crack in the trunk of the Tsubaki tree in the yard. A black inky liquid slowly seeped out of the mouth.

It really scared the hell out of me.

The face changed in an instant, and in "Zhuangzi Getaway", there is such a record: In ancient times, there was a great chun, with 8,000 years old as the autumn. Therefore, Tsubaki has a sign of longevity, can protect the house and pray for longevity, influenced by the "Seven Strategies" since childhood, there is some understanding of these things, and most importantly, Tsubaki also has the name of his father.

When his father went out, Tsubaki became ill. This does not bode well.

I was distraught when I turned around to find Bai Zhi standing behind me, her face was not very good, and she walked quickly to the door.

I felt a little strange and hurriedly followed.

However, I found that in the lower right corner of the door, black mushrooms were born and spread directly to the corners of the entire room.

Bai Zhi's brows furrowed: "July Gate, rush to the gods, prepare a coffin for relatives." Your father is afraid that something will happen to you. ”

The so-called evil god is the black mushroom, which according to my father's words, is very evil. Once you show up at the door, absolutely nothing good happens.

Hearing this, I immediately panicked, and looked at Bai Zhi in front of me with some pleading: "Save him......"

Bai Zhi's eyes also showed a trace of anxiety, paused slightly, and gently bit off the middle finger of her right hand, and then I saw green blood flowing out of her body, accompanied by a soft slap, directly on my forehead.

I felt myself tremble a little.

At that moment, it seemed that his eyes could catch thousands of miles, but everything around him became very blurry, as if he was drunk. The surroundings take on the appearance of an elliptical circulation.

Immediately afterward, I saw my father lying there.

Falling in front of a man, his father held two thin swords in his hands, and wanted to stab them, but he couldn't do anything. The man looked to be very old, about sixty or seventy years old, and beside him was a child of seventeen or eighteen years old.

The eyes of the two men were indifferent, watching their father struggle there.

The corners of my mouth twitched, and I tried to step forward and help my father up.

But when I saw that the man raised his head, as if he could see me from thousands of rivers and mountains, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then a hand was raised.

"Wake up."

At this point, though.

Bai Zhi quickly patted me on the back.

"Tick ......" The drop of green blood dripped directly to the ground.

"Ahem."

After a few dry coughs, my body seemed to have lost all its strength, and it collapsed straight there. Then it was dark, and he fainted.

Wait until I wake up.

I found Angelica sitting next to me, holding a wooden bowl in her hand, as if she had just fed me medicine.

"Awake?" Bai Zhi asked.

I nodded a little blankly: "My father ......"

"Dead."

Bai Zhi's words are very simple, and there is no trace of affection.

I was stunned for a moment, as if I had done something wrong, and I burst into tears, without saying a word, without crying at all. The room was so calm that I could hear my tears falling.

"If you want to cry, you can cry out loud, it will feel better."

Bai Zhi glanced at me, put the bowl on the table, and said quietly.

I stubbornly raised my head and let the tears linger, but I didn't say a word, just quietly looked at Bai Zhi in front of me, because she came, so my father left. At least in my heart, that's it.

"Who the hell are you?" Seeing that she didn't intend to explain, I asked again.

Bai Zhi took a deep breath: "I am your wife, and you are my child husband." I'm sorry about your father, but I tried to persuade him, but he didn't want to listen. ”

Wife?

Child husband?

I froze there, but before I could come to my senses, I was locked in the room with the sound of the door closing. I was a little sluggish, a little overwhelmed, and even ...... Somewhat shy.

His face flushed slightly.

But the image of my father came back to my mind, and the scene lingered in front of my eyes like a nightmare, the old man, the young man, and the father who had fallen there.

If there is nothing left and right, I will open the "Seven Strategies".

Then I turned it to the chapter of the number of techniques. Most of the books recorded in them are astronomy, five elements, miscellaneous and other books, and I read them one by one. My father told me these things since I was a child.

At first, I didn't trust it.

However, after experiencing the events before fainting, coupled with the appearance of this so-called wife, I still believe it a little.

However, this "Seven Strategies" is just a book, and there is nothing substantive in it, so my mood gradually became irritable.

It was at this moment that the door was pushed open again.

Bai Zhi walked in, looked at me, then took out a wet towel and said to me, "It's hot, wipe your face." ”

Even caring about people seems cold, and even I suspect that Bai Zhi may have never laughed.

"Let's talk about it." After I wiped my face, I looked at Bai Zhi in front of me, and paused slightly before continuing: "Regarding my father's affairs, he has always refused to say anything, and now that he is dead, I must always know what he does." Otherwise, I would be too unfilial. ”

Bai Zhi's brows furrowed slightly, as if she was caught in thought.

There was a sudden silence in the room.

"One Buddha, two Confucianism, three ways, four ink, five soldiers and six laws, the world asks yin and yang, and the situation of the world is vertical and horizontal." Bai Zhi looked at me quietly, and then asked, "Do you know what I mean by this?" ”

I nodded slightly. Although my father didn't talk about these things, he read a lot of books, so he naturally had some understanding.

Buddhism, Confucianism, the art of war, yin and yang, a total of eight.

However, these things are so ethereal that I have never taken them to heart before.