A large bowl of rice noodles, topped with a layer of fragrant braised chicken nuggets, then sprinkled with thick coriander, and finally poured on two large spoons of dry spicy seeds, the man ate it happily, only felt a lot more comfortable, and then put on a big sip of cold beer, almost shouting fast.

Yan Huihong wiped the corners of his mouth directly with the back of his hand, and then walked out of this "Liu Ji Rice Noodles Shop" with one hand supporting his waist and patting his stomach with the other, he didn't go far, he took out a cigarette on the side of the road against the telephone pole, lit it beautifully, and followed the girls in the hair salon shop on the opposite street while swallowing the clouds and spitting out the fog.

This is an old street, it does not belong to the ancient town, just a small block formed between the old buildings, the road is very narrow, but there are all kinds of organs, selling food, selling clothes, selling meat and "selling meat", it is also considered to have everything.

"Big brother, come in and sit (do it), big brother ............" The woman standing at the door of the hair salon greeted Yan Huihong very warmly.

They are warm, they are hospitable, and they are very concerned about every man who has been busy running around for the family and carrying the pillars of the family, and they even do not hesitate to reach out and pull these men into their own rooms to rest and complain to each other.

Yan Huihong feels that every city seems to have such an old street, where the sincerity and care between people that have gradually faded under the influence of the current trend of money worship are retained.

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The world is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient.

After staring at those enthusiastic and kind women across the side street for a long time, Yan Huihong didn't choose to bother them in the end, he was so dignified, why should he go to make trouble for others.

Yan Huihong's gaze was attracted by an old man carrying a bamboo basket on his back.

It's not because Yan Huihong's taste has changed so strangely and tortuously, but because he saw something unusual in the old man.

"These days, there are very few such things, and you can still meet people here who can run around on the streets. ”

Dropping the cigarette butt and stepping on it, Yan Huihong took the initiative to follow, stretched out his hand and patted the old man's slightly rickety shoulder, "Old man, how do you sell this medicine?"

The old man's bamboo building is full of herbs, and herbs are relatively common in Guangxi.

"Do you want to buy it?" The old man's face was a little yellow, but he looked very energetic, and there was no trace of cloudiness in his eyes, seeing that Yan Huihong wanted to buy medicine, he immediately unloaded the bamboo basket, and at the same time took off the small scale pinned to his waist and prepared to weigh it.

"What do you want?" asked the old man, "how much?"

"How heavy you are, weigh me. Yan Huihong plucked his ears and said.

Hearing this, the old man was surprised for a moment, and then showed a wry smile, and his originally somewhat rickety figure also straightened up at this time, and said, "I thought that the current mundane cultivation is rare, and it is also the old man's bad luck." ”

"Okay, don't pretend, it looks like there are five hundred years of Taoism, but your predecessor is not ginseng at all, it's nothing more than a carrot for twenty or thirty years, what's the point of pretending with me?" Yan Huihong smiled, the other party's little trick actually wanted to fool in front of him.

Seeing that his disguise was torn apart, the old man knew that he couldn't hide it, and he didn't have the confidence to use his carving insect skills to fight with the person in front of him, so he simply admitted it.

"Walk, take me to your turnip pit and have a look, I'm curious what made you the way you are. ”

............

"Grandma's, when did there become more primeval forests on this mountain?" Yan Huihong is not a local, but he knows that even if the primeval forest of this scale is preserved until now, it will at least be a scenic spot and become a tourist attraction, but now it is still a little known, and even Yan Huihong has seen many earth graves.

Looking at the graves, it doesn't look like a rich and powerful family, how did they be buried in such a good place?

"I also appeared half a year ago, and I'm also curious, and not many people know about it now, as if everyone hasn't noticed. The old man leading the way explained.

"Haven't you noticed?" Yan Huihong has tasted some flavors, the current appearance of this place should be related to the audience, so it has been dealt with by the radio in terms of impact, after all, this is also a supernatural phenomenon.

Isn't it nonsense that a primeval forest has appeared on a hill very close to the county seat?

It may take a while for people to find out about it "for granted", and then it is not surprising that this technique is very skillful for broadcasting, in other words, only radio can do this.

Reaching out and pinching a large plantain leaf, Yan Huihong looked at the remaining green juice on his fingers,

This level of essence can be directly used as an elixir, but you must know that this body is just a plantain.

If the pre-Qin monks passed by here, or the audience who was strengthened by the metaphysical type found that this place would definitely be regarded as a blessed place for cultivation, the aura around it was so rich that it was mad, and at the same time, these vegetation that was originally very common in the mountains actually grew the effect of elixir, and the carrot in front of him actually became essence by chance, and the big radish could actually become old ginseng.

"This is it. The old man pointed to a place in front of him, and then stepped aside.

There is a pit in this place, and the rhizomes of several plants around it haunt the pit as if it were a fence wall.

Everything in the world has a spirit, and obviously, this is also a deliberate act of the vegetation here.

Yan Huihong discovered that the spiritual power around him was radiating from this hole as the center of the circle, and the aura here was also the strongest!

"But here, there is nothing. Yan Huihong squinted, although he felt that he was a little too bad to threaten a big radish, but he still said in a deep voice: "What about things?"

"Something?" said the old man, looking surprised, "there is nothing." ”

"Nothing, nothing can make your radish into essence?" Yan Huihong obviously didn't believe it.

"I remember that night, a man came here to dig a grave and take away an urn, and then I woke up suddenly, and all these brothers and sisters around me woke up one by one, but now I am the only one who can transform into a human form. The old man said very aggrieved.

"A man, dug a grave?"

Yan Huihong frowned,

It can't be that one.

Some things are absolute secrets in one circle, for example, Qin Yang is obviously an absolute disadvantage in the exchange with Fusu, but in another circle, it is not a secret, especially the change of guardians in the place of preaching that night, at least in Yan Huihong's circle, it is public news.

It is said that there was still a big man in Guangxi at the beginning, but the previous guardian of the place of enlightenment personally dug up the grave of his deceased wife, took out the urn, and then scattered with the ashes of his deceased wife.

However, the bigwigs of the previous generation have all taken the train and left, so there is no way to verify some specific details, but Yan Huihong feels that he may have found that place.

But is that Guardian in good mind?

This is not a loser, this is a complete destruction of the family, scattering all of your own origin and your vitality as if you don't want money, and cheapening the flowers and plants here for nothing, you give it to Lao Tzu and I'm good!

It's strange that you don't end up in ashes!

Yan Huihong took a deep breath, it was a pity that after half a year, the origin had already dissipated, and if it did not dissipate, it was absorbed by these vegetation, which was of no use to Yan Huihong at all, after all, he had already reached this realm, and ordinary medicinal stones had no effect on his cultivation at all.

But Yan Huihong was very curious, he was very curious about what that one thought and did at that time.

At that moment, Yan Huihong stretched it out with one hand, and his spiritual power began to radiate,

"Give me the memory picture of that day, I won't embarrass you, in addition, I know that you can understand what I mean, dare to pretend to be stupid and not cooperate, it's a big deal that Lao Tzu picked it up and went home to stir-fry. ”

Gradually, the surrounding vegetation shook slightly, as if they had all succumbed to Yan Huihong's Wang Baqi.

The surrounding environment seemed to be dyed with a layer of powder at this time, Yan Huihong saw a bloated middle-aged man walking over with a shovel in his hand, Yan Huihong subconsciously got out of the way and stood on the other side of the pit, afraid of "blocking" him.

The middle-aged man began to shovel the soil with a shovel, his movements were not very fast, as if the physical strength of a person was not good when he reached middle age, and at the same time, he was talking to himself while digging the soil, these words sounded like he was chattering, but when he said it from the other party's mouth, he had a different feeling.

It is a kind of sincerity, word by word, very ordinary and ordinary, there are no classic love words, and it is also a trivial matter, but it can move people's hearts.

Yan Huihong is not a sentimental person, but he noticed a detail, that is, when normal people shovel soil, they usually throw the soil in front of themselves, which is labor-saving and convenient, but the other party went around half a circle and piled the soil to the other side.

Seems...... It was like deliberately not wanting to splash soil under Yan Huihong's feet and stain his shoes.

But this happened more than half a year ago, and this is just a reproduction of the memories of these refined vegetation.

The grave was dug up, and the man picked up a gray urn from it, as if he had re-taken his wife's hand and was whispering between husband and wife.

In the distance, another phantom appeared, this person Yan Huihong knew, it was a big man in Guangxi, and he had already taken the train to leave, it seemed that the thing was true, and the big man was really here that night to watch him dig the grave.

The middle-aged man seemed to have found the man, holding the urn and preparing to leave, before leaving, he casually threw the shovel away, and it happened to be at Yan Huihong's feet, of course, the shovel is also a phantom, which is a picture at that time.

Immediately, the middle-aged man and the big guy seemed to chat a few words, and then the man began to go down the mountain, and the big man in Guangxi followed him down the mountain, and the picture disappeared.

Yan Huihong frowned, then bent down and stretched out his hand to pull it in the lush grass pile in front of his feet, and a shovel was lying here.

"............"

Yan Huihong scolded in disbelief, but still picked up the shovel and filled the pit back one by one while scolding.

"It must be............

Yan Huihong still couldn't believe it.

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