Chapter VII

Yuki couldn't help frowning for a while, revealing a sad expression, "Is there no way to climb the mountain?"

The gray soul inside the bone bead swam and changed, and seemed to be trying to remember something: "When I came, I saw a procession that seemed to be a funeral going up the mountain. He remembered the leader's extremely sad expression.

Is there any strange condition for the funeral procession to go up the mountain?

It was already late at night, and the occasional squeaky cicada had chirped, and the moonlight spread on the slender neck of Youshu, glowing with a grumbling and sad light. Under the moonlight and dry branches, he has a kind of cold hesitation of a person who has fallen into the sky.

It was a young man's kind inquiry from behind him, "Girl, it's so late, aren't you going home?"

He turned around, and Huang Quan told him in his heart that it was a young man, and it seemed that he should be a nearby woodcutter.

Uh-huh, woodcutter?

Knowing that it was the other party who mistook him for a woman, he didn't make any arguments, after all, if he wanted to inquire about a request for a nightstay, it was still a weak woman who could make the other party relax his guard.

"I'm here to join my family, and I don't want to get lost now. Yuki's indifferent statement of the current situation, but in Feng Shengxiao's eyes, there was a taste of holiness that the vulgar women here did not have.

Such a stunning look will definitely sell for a higher price if it falls into his hands. Feng Shengxiao looked at the delicate face in front of him in his heart, and calculated the approximate price in his heart.

"I think the girl hasn't found a place to stay yet?" Feng Shengxiao's inquiry was acknowledged by Yuki with a sad brow. Hurriedly smiled and moved to the next step, "Usually no one comes here, so there is not even an inn." If the girl doesn't dislike it, the next home is not far away. ”

Yuki appropriately expressed his embarrassment for a while, nodded and bent down to return the salute: "Then embarrassed son?"

In such a small place, the house is only a few steps away. Yuki secretly compared Shikoku in his mind.

"Haven't consulted yet...... Ah......h "You ......"

"I'm her husband. Huang Quanmian replied without changing color. At this time, because of the purifying power of Youshu, most of the anger on his body has faded, and only the weak and elegant of a scholar is left under the corner of his eyebrows.

Yuki on the side casually remembered that the soul body could come out to walk at night, and it seemed that he hadn't sealed the bone bead until now.

Feng Sheng Xiao couldn't help but turn his head, showing a puzzled look, and asked, "Why didn't I see you just now?" ”

"Maybe it's because it's too dark. Yuki explained that he was not too surprised by Huang Quan's words and deeds, as if he had expected it a long time ago. It is said that husband and wife save a lot of unnecessary trouble than brother and sister.

"Really?" he looked confused, but in his heart he was very annoyed as he assessed the current situation. "But there are only two rooms in my house, me and my deceased mother. ”

"Childe laughed, we are husband and wife. One person, two people are not the same. With a meaningless smile on his face, Yushu had already seen the other party's intentions, and took out a pearl from his arms, which Huang Quan recognized as if it was embedded in a sealed dagger. "Tonight is chattering. ”

Feng Sheng Xiao saw that it was still profitable, and he was not putting on a gesture of refusal. With a smile, he accepted Yuki's thank you gift and continued to lead the two towards home.

The two people with spiritual power behind them began to communicate with their hearts.

"Wandering here late at night, he must be a scoundrel who has never been able to get by. Why do you want to stay at his house?"

"This can only be said that he does not have a fixed working hours. I saw that he had come down from the mountain, and he said that his mother had passed away, and he thought he would be buried in the mountain. He might be a good guide. Yuki was thinking calmly.

"You also have a good grasp of his psychology. ”

"Just knowing what he wants, a lot of his actions can be predicted. To convince such a ruffian in the mountains, it is enough to invest in it. ”

Huang Quan's eyes woke up coldly, and he let out a cold snort, "Then you already knew that I would come out to relieve you?"

Yuki said leisurely: "If you don't come out, I will also see the wrong time, make a move to transport the leaf and hide the branch, and leave incognito." My teacher said that if you think about people's hearts in the worst direction in the past, you won't be affectionate and wrong, and if you think about personnel in the worst direction, you won't be caught off guard. I don't want to be in one place. ”

When he was still in class in Shikoku, Teacher Yanyang always liked to close his eyes, carry snow wine, and talk about some yes and yes instead of crooked reasoning. However, one of him and Chaoyang knows that it is wrong, as long as it does not endanger itself, they will not speak, and the other is slow to respond to anyone who will be convinced. In addition, teachers have always judged right and wrong by strength. Therefore, in these classes wafting with the aroma of cold grapes, listening to the teacher's crooked reasoning is still irrefutably pleasant.

Later, he found that these crooked theories of the teacher were still very practical in many cases.

A place on the Hill of Rest

Bang Feng wears a flower crown braided from maple leaves, and sings:

If someone is in the mountains, Xue Lixi takes the female dill to the girl; both with a smile and a smile, Zi Muyu is good at riding the red leopard from the civet dog, Xinyi Chexi with the Guiqi; by the Shi Lan Xi with Du Heng, folding the fragrance of the Xin Xi left behind the thoughts; the rest of the secluded fence will never see the sky, the road is dangerous and difficult to be alone; the table is independent on the mountain, the clouds are Rong Rong and the bottom; the dark and dark day is dark, the east wind is fluttering and the gods are raining; the spiritual cultivation is forgotten to return, the years are both Yan Xi and Huayu; picking three beautiful flowers in the mountains, the stone Lei Lei is Xi Ge vines; the resentful son is sad and forgets to return, Jun Si I am not idle; the mountain people are full of Fang Du Ruo, drinking the stone spring and the pine and cypress; Jun Si I am suspicious; the thunder fills the rain and the darkness, and loves to chirp and chirp at nightThe wind is sassy and the wood is Xiao Xiao, and the son of Si is out of trouble.

Red clothes, cold lips, snow hair, red eyes. The boy sang wantonly between the winding mountain and forest paths. It's like walking through your own garden.

Alarmed by the song, the hungry mountain demons and beasts stretched out their claws one after another, waiting for the opportunity. The young man showed a mocking smile, Lan Yi's green knife condensed in his hand, and he waved the knife casually, those mountain demon beasts had already separated before they had time to dodge.

The young man stretched out his hand, raised his head, and let a rain of blood fall. Nourished by the rain of blood, his face became more pale and demonic, and the red of his eyes and clothes became more vivid. Bang Feng stretched out his hand to remove the blood stains from his lips and continued to sing.

When he reached a small stream, he washed his face with water again, and when he looked at his face in the water, he couldn't help but show the disappointed look of a child who couldn't ask for it.