There are two flowers, one on each branch.

In other words, Jiangnan Road, inside Pinghu Villa.

At noon, two figures appeared at the gate of Pinghu Villa and walked to Fuling Village outside the city.

"Zi Geng, didn't I say you, how can the matter of agreeing to Mr. Sun be delayed until now? What time has it been? ”

When I looked up, the sun was hanging high.

Xu Yue was carrying a gray cloth bag with a blood-draining gun behind him, chattering endlessly.

Wei Zigeng held a worn-out long sword in his hand and said:

"Not to mention whether there will really be anything, just say that you slept until noon, we can't pass it sooner!"

After speaking, Wei Zigeng lightly touched one foot and disappeared in place, Xu Yue just wanted to open his mouth to defend himself, but saw that Wei Zigeng had already walked away, so he had to hurriedly follow.

After a short time, the two of them came to the gate of the city, one after the other.

Because of the incident in Jiangnan Villa, today's Lingzhou City prohibits any people from entering and exiting the rivers and lakes, and when they saw that someone wanted to come forward to stop and interrogate, when Wei Zigeng and the two were at a loss, a voice came from behind them.

"The three of us were entrusted by my friends to pick up someone outside the city, and the two of us don't need to be interrogated."

Hearing the voice, Wei Zigeng shook his head, and Xu Yue was also surprised.

"Miss, why are you here?"

The person who came was wearing a red slim robe, carrying a long sword, a high ponytail, and a green jade flute pinned to his waist.

Seeing the visitor, the soldier who was originally going to interrogate immediately saluted respectfully.

"It turned out to be a friend of Miss Cheng, disrespectful and disrespectful."

Cheng Qing winked at the two, and the three of them walked out of the city gate side by side.

Outside the city gate, Wei Zigeng said to Xu Yue:

"Another concern is this, if something really hurts the eldest lady, we will be to blame."

Cheng Qing patted Wei Zigeng on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"What could happen? Miss Ben is also a sword cultivator, although her cultivation is not high, but even if there is really something, it must be no problem to protect herself, and the matter of Jiangnan Villa has not yet been clarified, how can you get out of the city without me? I have long seen the peerless light skills of the shopkeeper, but Lingzhou can not be compared to Huainan Road with Yuyulou to deter, there are so many guards here, and there are also many guards on the city wall. ”

After speaking, his eyes still looked at Xu Yue, who was on the side as if he was fine, and the latter understood and said with a smile:

"What the eldest lady said is very true, don't be accused of being a wanted criminal as soon as you get out of the rivers and lakes, besides, we are just going to pick up people, what danger can there be, there can't be a great monk of Yuheng Realm in a dilapidated village, there is no such ...... Woo."

As soon as he heard Xu Yue's words, Wei Zigeng hurriedly stepped forward and covered Xu Yue's crow mouth and said:

"Come as soon as you open your mouth! Next time you have something to do, be sure to sew your mouth shut before you do it! ”

After speaking, Wei Zigeng let go of Xu Yue's mouth and said to Cheng Qing, who was at a loss:

"The eldest lady smiled, Xu Yue's mouth didn't know if he had opened the light to the Buddha in the temple, and what he said."

The two quarreled for a while, and Wei Zigeng continued:

"Actually, the eldest lady really doesn't have to come, I'm confident that I can still be a sister in this kind of trivial matter."

Cheng Qing still smiled and said to Wei Zigeng:

"It's very boring at home, besides, I'm half a child of the rivers and lakes, how can I be less chivalrous and righteous under my nose?"

That day, watching Wei Zigeng being seriously injured and carried back to Pinghu Villa, she didn't know why she was so worried, and she had only known each other for more than two months.

I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to see me like this.

Two years ago, the back mountain of Weidao Mountain, compared to the fairy spirit of the front mountain, the back mountain seems to be extremely deserted, and there is an old Taoist sitting cross-legged in the cave, with a long beard and chest, and a floating dust in his hand.

Two green lanterns, a table on one side, and a half-volume collection of books are all the scenes in this cave.

A breeze blew, and one of the green lanterns flickered, then went out, and then the lamp shattered.

Lao Dao opened his eyes suddenly, a mouthful of blood spit out, and the whole body was suddenly surrounded by black gas, twenty-four flying swords flew wildly, and Lao Dao pinched the trick with both hands, so he barely put the flying sword into his body, and the frenzied aura gradually calmed down.

"Go first!"

Lao Dao's eyes were red, and he roared in a hissed voice:

"Wei Xian! If this revenge is not avenged, I will not be a man! ”

Lao Dao stood up, took a step out and disappeared in place, everything in the cave was calm, only a green lamp, a table case, and half a book collection.

There was talk and laughter, and the three of them walked together, and after a while, they came to the head of Fuling Village.

The tall stone memorial arch is exactly the same as when they first came, and the stone plaque reads the three words "Fuling Village", which looks particularly cold and strange under the scorching sun at noon.

"A plague, coupled with the imperial court's conscription, has made this originally rich village almost deserted."

Cheng Qing stood at the head of the village, completely unable to see the appearance of people living here, the white silk and spirit flags erected in front of every house, automatic without wind under the scorching sun, are even more terrifying.

"Let's go, Shangshengtang is at the east end of the village, and there is still a distance to go."

Wei Zigeng greeted, and the three of them walked into this "ghost village" together.

Because of a drizzle last night, all the paper money that was not burned before is now rotting on the village road paved with green bricks, and the houses on both sides of the road have no trace of life.

Cheng Qing looked at Fuling Village, and all that caught his eyes was loneliness and depression.

"Are there really people here?"

"Originally...... There should be! ”

Wei Zigeng looked at the threshold of a house on the side of the road, there was a stove here, and the Chinese medicine in the stove still had residual warmth.

"Something's wrong, let's go!"

As soon as the words fell, Wei Zigeng stepped out, and the next second the person had disappeared into the night.

"Sure enough, the true biography of Zhuo Xuan, who was once the first thief in the rivers and lakes, is so good, and what he said is true."

Without waiting for Cheng Qing to finish sighing, Xu Yue wanted to follow together, but was pulled by Cheng Qing.

"What's going on? Where is the shopkeeper going? ”

"Shangshengtang in the east of the village, talk while walking!"

Seeing such a serious Xu Yue, Cheng Qing couldn't help but be surprised.

The three figures flashed away under the scorching sun, and Xu Yue and Cheng Qing behind Wei Zigeng said:

"The medicine on the stove was boiled by an old man, he told us that we need to cook our legs every day, otherwise the rejection is very strong, and now the residual temperature of the medicine stove still exists, but the person is gone!"

While talking, the two saw Wei Zigeng standing in place, and dense figures appeared in front of him, and there were nearly sixty people at a glance.

This is the entire surviving population of Fuling Village.

"What's the matter, less shopkeeper?"

Cheng Qing saw the scene in front of him and hurriedly stepped forward, Wei Zigeng raised his hand and hurriedly stopped them.

"Wait, there's a problem here."

Seeing this, the two immediately stopped, Xu Yue also felt the difference here, although it was noon now, but it made people feel extremely cold here.

"I'll go see what's going on first, and you'll wait a minute."

Wei Zigeng stepped forward alone, the long sword in his hand trembled, and without seeing any movement from him, an inexplicable wind arose from the soles of his feet, blowing away the fallen leaves on the ground.

The long sword was unsheathed, and the fallen leaves rolled towards the medicine field in front of him like a stormy wave.

"Get out of here, you can't carry this sword in my hand."

The sound was like a loud bell, and the blue brick floor that had fallen into disrepair shook faintly, and after a while, silence returned, but the street did not change at all.

Xu Yue and the two behind him frowned, noticing the difference, only to see a child walking out of the crowd, wearing two pigtails, jumping and jumping, followed by three children chasing the little girl, having a lot of fun.

"Brother, are you here to kill our father? My mother said that you were the ones who came to kill our father, and you were bad people! ”

It is estimated that a little girl who is only two or three years old will know what murder is, but such words coming out of the mouth of a two- or three-year-old child are the most terrifying.

Wei Zigeng squatted down, touched the little girl's head, and asked with a smile:

"Kid, tell my brother, who asked you to come here?"

"My mother, she asked me to come."

The little girl was still innocent, but the next moment no one would think of it, the little girl took out a knife and plunged it into her neck, and the blood sprayed directly on Wei Zigeng's face, and this hot blood made Wei Zigeng unable to move.

One by one, the other three children took out the daggers they had hidden in their arms and put them against their necks.

"Mother said, as long as you take one step further, only the old and young in the village will commit suicide, and the spring leaves just now died because you took a step forward."

The one who spoke was also a two- or three-year-old boy, staring at Wei Zigeng with big watery eyes, if there was no dagger against his neck, anyone who saw it would have a feeling of affection.

Wei Zigeng looked at the little girl lying on the ground, at the age when she should have been the most innocent and lively, but at this moment she kept squirming on the ground, blood splattered out little by little along the knife, and blood foamed out from the corners of her mouth, maybe because her throat was stuck with blood, she couldn't help it if she wanted to shout a word of pain now, but she lost her life after two convulsions on the ground.

Wei Zigeng stood up, there was a faint blue light flashing in his eyes, the mountain and river sword in his hand was buzzing and trembling, if it weren't for his hand being pressed on the scabbard all the time, I am afraid that it would have been unsheathed at this time.

Seeing Wei Zigeng get up, the little boy immediately raised his arm, ready to stab the dagger in his hand into his neck, but the moment he raised his arm, there seemed to be a force that forcibly held his hand, so that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stab it even a bit.

"Please, let me stab me, if I don't stab me, my mother will beat me."

The boy cried, choked and begged to be spared so that he could stab the knife in his throat.

Two or three-year-old children, where do they know what death is, they only know to do what adults say, otherwise they will be beaten by adults, and it hurts very much.

When Wei Zigeng heard this, his body couldn't help but tremble, the blue light in his eyes was sheng, and he was trying to restrain himself and control the last trace of reason.

"Hey, hey, young shopkeeper, how about the gift that Poor Dao gave you?"

A person walked out of the crowd, with a feather coat and a star crown, crane hair and a childish face, a fairy wind and bones, holding a peachwood sword upside down in one hand, twisting his beard in the other, and smiling slightly.

"Qing Fu Xian! Beast! ”

Wei Zigeng gritted his teeth, tried his best to spit out these words from his mouth, blood began to flow out of the corners of his mouth, and with him as the center, the ravine sword qi on the blue brick floor ploughed out one ravine after another.

Qingfu Xianbai Zhenliu was unmoved, with a contemptuous smile in his eyes:

"Don't worry, there is still a big gift in the poor road."