Miss Ye's mind Xu Han was elusive after all, since she insisted on doing so, Xu Han didn't want to argue with her again, so she could only hold her quilt and walk into Ye Hongjian's door under Chu Qiuli's teasing eyes.

For some reason, Xu Han at that time inexplicably had a strange feeling in his heart that his little daughter-in-law was about to be forcibly occupied by bullies.

"How is Ziyu?" When Xu Han laid a bunk on the ground, Ye Hongjian's soft voice sounded again.

Xu Han, who had just been lying down, thought for a moment when he heard this, and then replied truthfully: "Not good." ”

It is self-evident how much Fang Ziyu likes Chen Xuanji, and although Chen Xuanji's decision is impeccable in both emotion and reason, it is tantamount to a bolt from the blue for Fang Ziyu.

In a short period of time, it may not be realistic to want Fang Ziyu to come out of this shadow.

"Do you think Chen Xuanji can't feel Fang Ziyu's thoughts?" Ye Hongjian's voice sounded again, but there was a little confusion in his still soft voice.

Xu Han was stunned, Fang Ziyu's mind was like a wood, and Song Yueming could see it clearly, how could Chen Xuanji not know?

Xu Han probably guessed the meaning of Ye Hongjian's question. He scratched his nose and subconsciously said, "Maybe he didn't dare to face it because of his identity as the prince of Chen Guo..."

"Don't you dare to face it, or don't you want to face it?" Ye Hongjian sat up suddenly, her dark eyes shining like stars in the dark room, and she looked straight at Xu Han at that time.

Xu Han was frightened by Ye Hongjian's sudden questioning, he felt that Ye Hongjian's question seemed to be not only asking Chen Xuanji, but also seemed to be asking him.

There was inevitably a hint of strangeness in his heart, and he couldn't answer this question for a while.

"Hmph. Seeing him like this, Ye Hongjian let out a muffled snort in his mouth, and then lay back on the bed, muttering in his mouth.

"The world is as black as a crow. ”

......

In the early morning of the second day, Xu Han got up early with exhaustion.

He went to the Zhong Mansion, which he hadn't been to for a few days, and found the kendo master Zhong Changhe.

The other party didn't seem to be surprised by his arrival, and when Xu Han entered the mansion, he saw that Zhong Changhe had already set up a tea cup in the side hall, and it seemed that he had been waiting for him for a long time.

"I don't think you have the heart to learn swords today, why don't you come and taste the snow sculpture cloud that Ding Jingcheng sent yesterday. Seeing Xu Han enter the room, Zhong Changhe, who was sitting on the low couch, raised the teacup in his hand and smiled at Xu Han at that time.

In the past few days, Xu Han has not come to the place where Zhong Chang hated to practice kendo because of Mo Chenzi, and the reason for this is that Zhong Chang hate's mind is naturally clear.

Xu Han nodded at that time, then sat down beside Zhong Changhe, picked up the teacup that had been prepared for him, and drank a sip of the tea in it, and suddenly the fragrance of tea overflowed, filling his mouth.

"Snow carving clouds are the tribute tea of the Great Xia Dynasty, and it is even more difficult for ordinary princes to get some, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is one or two thousand gold. Deacon Ding prepared such a generous gift for his seniors, I'm afraid he didn't ask for anything else. Xu Han met Zhong Chang's hateful gaze at that time and asked lightly.

"It's that those bald donkeys in Longyin Temple who boast that the four major are empty are all thinking about how to introduce the Dao system to the Great Zhou, not to mention him Ding Jingcheng? Zhong Chang just smiled when he heard this, but he was noncommittal to Xu Han's words.

Xu Han nodded when he heard this, but secretly thought in his heart, it seems that Long Congyun's descendants have no plans to let Ning Zhumang do a big thing, and bigger calculations are still brewing.

It's just that these things have little to do with Xu Han after all, and he doesn't plan to ask more.

So at that time, the conversation changed and asked: "Senior, I came here today, but there is something I want to ask to teach my senior." ”

"About the mystery?" Zhong Chang raised his eyebrows and drank another cup of tea.

"Hmm. Xu Han knew that he couldn't hide Zhong Chang's hatred from this thought, so he didn't mean to hide it at the moment, and nodded happily.

"What's the matter? Are you upset about that kid?"

"What Brother Chen did, Xu naturally understood, and Xu came to ask why the seniors were so happy to let Brother Chen return to Chen Guo. ”

Xu Han's mind is meticulous, and Chen Xuanji's return to Chen Guo seems simple, but there is a disaster hidden in it.

Linglong Pavilion's external strength is well known to the world in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Although Zhong Chang hated this sword master who was comparable to the Earth Immortal Realm, Zhong Chang hated that he was not an immortal after all, he was already more than seventy years old, how long could he live again, ten, twenty, or thirty years, but he was going to die after all.

At that time, what should the Linglong Pavilion do without immortal-level power?

Xu Han knew that the only way to lift the status quo of Linglong Pavilion was to regenerate the power of an immortal realm, so as to ensure the stability of Linglong Pavilion's century-old foundation, and among the disciples of Linglong Pavilion, the only one who was most likely to do so was that Chen Xuanji.

Zhong Chang hated to let Chen Xuanji go, and to a certain extent, he put the future of Linglong Pavilion in danger.

Or that the fate of Linglong Pavilion was blocked on the body of Ye Hongjian, who was favored by the world.

But in any case, for a behemoth like Linglong Pavilion, such a move was really too risky.

Zhong Chang hated to hear Xu Han's words, and he was also slightly stunned, and he looked at Xu Han for a long time.

He naturally saw early on that Xu Han's mind was far from being comparable to ordinary people, but when Xu Han asked this question, he understood how far this young man had reached in this thoughtful degree.

"Since you asked this question, you must already have the answer in your heart, so why do you ask me again?"

Xu Han's heart was shocked at that time, although this answer was not explicitly stated, it was obviously confirmed that he had guessed in his heart.

He couldn't help but raise his head and look through the doors and windows of the house to the top of the Heavy Moment Peak.

......

Located in Niutou Village in Qingzhou, there is a big mountain behind the village.

It is called Manniu Mountain.

Legend has it that hundreds of years ago, there was a wild bull here that became a demon, making trouble everywhere, and was suppressed by the Taoist immortals in the Qinglian Temple, so as to get rid of this evil, but the wild cow mountain was named because of this.

Perhaps as the rumors say, there was a bull demon on Manniu Mountain, but now this former big demon shelter has become the backing for the people of Niutou Village.

The villagers, who have survived another year of winter, ushered in the spring of farming.

This year's situation is much better than last year's, at least for now, there seems to be no trend of major drought, but it will still take a lot of time for the villagers, who have long run out of surplus food, to survive until the day of the autumn harvest.

And the Manniu Mountain, which is full of branches and wild beasts, has become the only hope for the people in the village to live to that day.

That night, Liu Zhuang, as the head of Niutou Village, led the people in the village to Manniu Mountain again.

The mountains are much more dangerous at night than during the day, and most of the wild animals will come out at this time, but likewise, the pheasants and hares will probably be active at this time.

These satisfying foods are hard to come by, and in many cases, they even require the villagers to risk their lives to obtain them.

But in such a year, there are not many choices in front of everyone, and this one seems to be the best one.

Guanglin Ghost followed behind Liu Dingdang.

They hid at the back of the line, cautiously following behind the villagers.

Hunting in the mountains is a very dangerous thing, but Liu Zhuang couldn't resist his precious daughter, and finally agreed to her under her repeated begging. led her into the mountains, but asked her to only watch, but not to do anything out of the ordinary.

Liu Dingdang, who finally got Liu Zhuang's permission, naturally agreed, but Liu Zhuang was still a little uneasy, he knew too well his daughter's out-of-the-box temperament, so before leaving, he told the Guanglin ghost who came with him to let him watch his daughter.

Guanglin Ghost admires Liu Zhuang very much.

Liu Zhuang, a middle-aged man, in the eyes of Guanglin Ghost, can be regarded as the first good person he met after leaving the broken temple. Well, of course, Liu Dingdang can also be regarded as a good person.

His cultivation has not recovered since then, and he can't find any place to go in a short time, so after thinking about it, coupled with the enthusiasm of Liu Dingdang and Liu Zhuang, Guanglin Ghost simply stayed in this village.

The people in Niutou Village are quite enthusiastic, although they can occasionally hear some gossip, but they also love the village chief who is always a pioneer and is willing to give.

Although such a day was miserable, Guanglin Ghost felt at ease, at least compared to the time he spent in the ruined temple, the life here was very real.

And perhaps because of the village chief, the people in the village quickly accepted the existence of the Guanglin ghost, but sometimes they inevitably made fun of him as a monk who ate meat more than others, but the Guanglin ghost didn't care about it, and just replied: "The wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha is in the heart." And he feasted on himself.

......

At this moment, there was a strange movement in the front team. The crowd suddenly became nervous, and under Liu Zhuang's command, everyone began to spread out the queue in an orderly manner, preparing to besiege and kill.

Looks like a big guy.

"Don't run around. Guanglin Ghost looked at Liu Dingdang, who was carrying a bow and arrow beside him, and rolled his eyes helplessly.

Liu Dingdang is only twelve years old, and she is a girl, her body has not yet grown, and the bow is specially made for her by Liu Zhuang, it is very small, and the lethality is also very limited, don't say anything about wild boars and jackals, even pheasants and snow rabbits may not be able to take it.

"Hmph!" Liu Dingdang, who was stopped, stomped his feet, very dissatisfied. "Coward. ”

She stuck out her tongue at the Guanglin ghost and grimaced, but she still put away her thoughts. Although she often yelled at her father on weekdays, she still didn't dare to make a mistake about this major matter related to the village's rations.

"Quick!"

"Left!"

"Shoot the arrows!"

At this time, Liu Zhuang's rough voice sounded, rapid and full of breath.

Then the crowd began to move under his command, and the sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air rang out, followed by a huge wail of a beast.

Figures and fires flickered in the darkness, and the last shouts of joy rang out.

Liu Dingdang and Guanglin Ghost glanced at each other at that time, and probably guessed that they had taken the prey, and they hurriedly stepped forward, but saw a huge wild boar lying in the forest not far away.

And the villagers who are responsible for taking care of the prey have surrounded it, and the people in the crowd are in high spirits, with this wild boar, I think that the hundreds of people in the village will not worry about eating and drinking in the next half month, which should be no better thing for the hungry villagers.

Liu Dingdang and Guanglin Ghost also walked up at that time, and observed this big guy who was several times bigger than them up close.

"Hurry up and pack up, something of this size is likely to attract the beasts of the mountains. As the head of the village, Liu Zhuang was extremely experienced in hunting, and he calmly gave the order, and at that time, under his command, everyone began to tie up the prey and prepare to bring it back to the village.

"Dad, you're amazing. Liu Dingdang jumped in front of Liu Zhuang and said with a look of adoration.

She really saw that the arrow that took the life of the wild boar was shot by Liu Zhuang.

"Oh, that's not it. The middle-aged man's old face flushed, and in his opinion, there was nothing more intimate in this world than his daughter's praise.

......

Guanglin Ghost walked up to the wild boar, the side of the wild boar was full of arrows, and blood flowed, but after all, his body was huge and his vitality was amazing, and even at this time, he still did not lose his breath.

It's just that it has lost too much blood, and it has long had no strength to resist, but perhaps because it knew the fate it was about to face, there was a certain extremely human color in its eyes, like sadness, like despair, and its mouth couldn't stop letting out bursts of wailing.

Guanglin Ghost was a little fascinated.

"What, the little monk can't bear it? Don't eat it when you go back." When a young man saw him like this, he laughed and laughed as he quickly tied the boar's feet with hemp rope.

And everyone around them also burst into laughter when they heard this, and it was obvious that everyone was very happy to be able to catch such a big prey.

But the Guanglin ghost did not respond to their meaning.

He frowned, and a hand slowly stretched out and stroked the top of the boar's head, and an almost imperceptible golden light swept from his palm, caressing the boar's body.

Strange to say, the wild boar, which was still wailing a moment ago, suddenly fell silent, and even the color of despair in its eyes gradually faded at that moment, and was replaced by a color called serenity.

Everyone was also stunned when they saw this, they couldn't understand that this little monk still had such a hand, which really surprised these villagers who had almost never walked out of Niutou Village.

"All things have spirits. The little monk muttered such a sentence, and his other hand suddenly stretched out.

Burst!

A flash of blood appeared, and hot blood spurted out of the boar's body and splattered onto the bodies of the people around it.

The little monk held an arrow in his other hand at some point, and he plunged it into the boar's eye, and the arrow was so deep into the flesh that it had almost reached the end of the arrow.

The boar that had been pierced to the point writhed at that time, and then after a few breaths, it completely lost its breath and died.

"What are you doing?" The people around came back to their senses, they all looked at the Guanglin ghost angrily, they were sprayed with blood, they inevitably felt unlucky, and their hearts were even more angry at the Guanglin ghost's actions.

The little monk covered in blood was still unaware of everyone's questioning, and he folded his hands at that time, and bowed to the wild boar with a reverent expression.

"If you have eaten its flesh, why should you suffer its heart?"

"My Buddha is compassionate, good, good. ”

At that time, the people around looked at the little monk in front of them who seemed to have changed people, thinking about his previous fierce move, and the anger in their hearts suddenly disappeared.

Instead, there was a shudder that went straight to the heavenly spirit cover....