The empty mountains are lonely, the birds are chirping, and at midnight, the lonely Daxi Mountain surrounds the sleeping river valley.

One less sat cross-legged under the silver fir tree at the head of the village, and in the days he had been back in the village he had always come here late at night to meditate and sleep, as if that annoying black would no longer come back to provoke him.

Before the moon rose, the Dayan River in the valley was already immersed in inky black night, and only a grass house at the head of the village was still lit up, which was the home of the village chief Geng Ding.

The red clay stove, the green ant roasted wine, Geng Ding and the three elders sat around the fire.

Four old and one young, the long shadows of five people were cast on the wall by candles, and the shadows were sufficient, not angry and self-threatening.

The door was pushed open by a gust of wind.

To be precise, at the entrance of the stone-piled courtyard, the large wooden door that was built and reinforced by Geng Ding only half a month ago was reprimanded by the air waves outside the door and knocked open.

The moonlight poured down from the col, and an old man with a clear face, white hair and a long beard, with his clothes fluttering, stood in front of the door.

The old man held a silver fir tree about two feet long in his right hand.

He was not in a hurry to enter the house, but gently took off the cloak and cloak on his head, raised his head slightly, and happily bathed a face engraved with the vicissitudes of time in the moonlight......

He closed his eyes and froze there. Tonight, the moon is full and bright.

The people in the grass house looked at the old man standing at the door of the courtyard from a distance through the window, and did not greet or urge, but each sipped tea and waited for him silently......

Finally, the old man had "basked" enough moonlight, and he stepped into the hall of the grass house with a few brisk steps.

The first of the four elders of the Great Weir River, and also the eldest among them, Elder Leng Ke, he was late tonight.

No one in the village knew his age, let alone asked the question. Only he himself knows that even the ancient age of hunting mammoths depicted on the murals of Xishan Cave is only four generations away from his birth.

In a chronological order, he should sit in the first chair at the front of the long table. But the rule of Dayanhe Village is that no matter how big or small the affairs are, everyone's seats will be arranged in the order of first-come-first-served meeting.

Leng Ke glanced around slightly with his eyes, greeted the elders with a visual salute, and then, naturally, sat down on the last chair.

Geng Ding instructed to coo: "Serve tea." ”

Gu Gu gave a deep salute and began to boil tea, the silent movements were like the moon walking among the clouds sprinkled with clear light, and her movements were slow and astringent, quite like the taste of the guqin pressing the strings......

When the tea is burned, Goo Gu raises his glass and raises his eyebrows according to the old etiquette and serves it to the guests.

The fragrance of tea lingered, and the coo with his head down heard Leng Ke take a deep breath of the diffused tea vapor and praised: "Good tea!"

Gu Gu raised her eyes and looked at her hand again, the teacup was still in her hand, the tea was gone, and the cup was empty.

Elder Ke has always seen the head of the dragon without seeing the end, and in the past hundred years, he has interrupted the practice of Tengyun and returned to Dayanhe Village for the first time. Sensei said that the nine-year-old Gugu had not even seen the village chief Geng Ding a few times.

"Smack-", Elder Leng placed a piece of silver fir wood on the table.

The body of the fir is white, the grain is meticulous, the lines are hard, and the thick pulp on the top is naturally integrated with the fir wood......

Wood is all good, this fir wood emits an iron-like and unstoppable murderous aura under the illumination of candles.

"I heard that the baby got a silver fir tree? Alas, I really didn't expect it, the future life is terrifying!" Leng Ke probed the shining silver fir tree, as if casually mentioning it.

Geng Ding was about to answer, when he saw Elder Nan Shang put down the tea bowl in his hand as he spoke: "Shaoyi, this kid's luck is really not bad!? Could it be that the wood is also the Silver Fir King Shan's Bagong?!"

Immediately, Elder Nan added coldly: "It's a pity, even so, I'm afraid it still can't change the number of lives of his waste wood." ”

Inside the stove, the boiling tea made a "coo-dong-" sound, and through the flames, coo-coo stared at Leng Ke's silver fir from afar.

Compared with the one that Shaoyi took back from Daxi Mountain, Gugu was pondering the difference between the two, and as a result, he forgot the tea pot simmering by the fire for a while, which was extremely strict with the heat.

Geng Ding glanced at Gugu and waved his sleeves, and Gugu on the other side of the table had long hair.

The breeze slid through the tips of the cooing hair, blew the towel on the table, and wiped the fire under the can, and in the blink of an eye, the fire under the tea can became smaller.

Leng Ke repeated slowly: "Waste firewood?!"

Suddenly, Elder Leng pushed his hand and threw the silver fir wood on the table to Nan Shang, and the silver fir wood picked up the soot and firewood all over the house as he flew......

Nan Shang stretched out his hand, and his middle and index fingers clamped the cedar wood.

Leng Ke's eyes narrowed, the soot and firewood crumbs froze and hung in the air, and all the floating clothes turned to move.

"Wow-"

The dust fell to the ground like starlight, and the garment was reattached to the body......

Goo-goo's mouth widened as he saw it.

"The silver fir tree fruit lives up to its name. Nan Shang cherished the heavy silver fir wood with his hand repeatedly: "As the saying goes, 'fir wood in hand, ten thousand gold will not be changed'!"

"Uhhh

The black shadow flashed, and the cedar wood responded to Elder Nan's command, like a big arrow without an arrow, and stabbed straight into the house on the west side of the living room.

In the moment before the fir wood flew out, Elder Tan, who had always been silent, seemed to have calculated it, and he had already struggled to splash the tea soup in his tea bowl on the mid-air of the silver fir wood flying through...... The moment the silver fir wood flew to the house, it seemed to be stained with tea soup, and it fell in an instant like a Gu obediently, breaking the armrest of the nearest chair.

Elder Mu Xiaohe, who was dodging, watched the cedar rise again on the armrest, turned around like a master, and returned to Leng Ke's side, and landed on the table again with a click.

It turned out that Leng Ke, who was thin on the outside but actually old and spicy, took back the fir wood as steadily as Mount Tai.

Nan Shang saw Tan Er raise the cup of the tea bowl in his hand again, and picked up the tea soup that had just been spilled out in mid-air, he forcibly suppressed his surprise and sighed: "I haven't seen you for a few days, Brother Tan's posture seems to be not far from the period of breaking the realm." ”

In silence, Tan Er lowered his head and blew the tea in the bowl and took a sip gently.

Gu Gu glanced at this Nanshang Elder who was much younger than Geng Ding, and said in his heart: "It is rumored in the village, if it weren't for the early death of your uncle, how could it be your turn to take the position of elder with your monkey anxious temperament and unstable kung fu?!"

Geng Ding saw that the faces of the other three elders were unpredictable for a while, and he couldn't help but get up and said with a smile: "It's rare for a few old brothers to come to the cold house, don't hurt everyone's harmony for a mere silver fir tree." ”

Leng Ke nodded, which was regarded as giving the owner Geng Ding a face. He was about to speak, his brow twitching.

Several elders saw that Leng Ke's expression was wrong, and they were about to ask, but when they saw him wave his hand lightly, indicating that it was okay, the four of them did not ask any more questions.

Old Man Leng's expression had returned to normal, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was even.

It turned out that at the same time that the silver fir returned to its owner, a strange power came with the silver fir wood.

Leng Ke only investigated a little, and ruled out the suspicion of the other four elders.

This power that penetrated the cedar wood had a woman's cold aura, which was not concealed well, and it was easily revealed.