In the fourteenth year of Yuanwu, autumn.

Sometimes you dream of people who seem to be very close to you and as if they are far away from you. When you wake up, you don't know where you are, you don't know what year it is. It wasn't until the crisp birdsong in my ears that I realized that the person I saw in my dream was no longer with me.

Yang Xiaoyang lay on the bed and listened to the birdsong for a while before he woke up, and was lamenting that his mother and Uncle Xu had been dead for almost two years, when he suddenly looked at the sun and found that he was a little late.

Remembering that he hadn't prepared breakfast for Xiao Di, he hurriedly got up and went to the kitchen.

Before I entered the kitchen, I heard a bang, and saw Xiao Di stepping on the stool, looking at the chips on the ground with a confused expression.

Xiaohua watched from the side, and the appearance of wagging her tail gave people a sense of schadenfreude.

"Xiao Di, why did you break your mother's clay pot?" Yang Xiaoyang just dreamed of his mother and Uncle Xu, and there was one less relic of his mother's life.

"Hmph, stinky lamb, I got up so late, I was hungry and had to find food by myself. Xiao Tu was not convinced, and felt that the fault of the broken clay pot was the little sheep.

Xiaohua meowed to the side, not knowing whether to agree or oppose.

Yang Xiaoyang stepped forward and hugged Xiao Di off the stool, "Stay aside." Squatting on the ground and looking at the clay pot, thinking about the hot sauce made by my mother when I first entered Shuzhong, the scene of the four people sharing the table is still vivid, but it is as broken as this clay pot.

With a sigh, he disposed of the pieces and prepared breakfast on the table.

However, he didn't show any good looks to Xiao Di, and he didn't say a word to eat in a sullen voice. However, when he saw Xiao Di eating, he probably didn't feel at ease about the previous incident, and he was even more angry.

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An Yan twenty-three years, spring. Muyang Palace, early dynasty.

Yang Qi and Zhao Qinian sat on the left and right.

An official from northern Xinjiang came today, saying that there was something to do. The official was not a big official at first glance, but was just pushed over to pass the word.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, Weichen came this time to ask His Royal Highness the Prince. "The official may not have seen any big scenes, and he seems to be a little trembling.

"What's the matter?" His Royal Highness the Crown Prince asked unequivocally and tremblingly.

"Weichen came to ask for some ginger on behalf of Beijiang this time. "Speaking of Northern Xinjiang, I don't feel a little more confident.

"Doesn't you send a lot of ginger to Northern Xinjiang every year, isn't it enough? How much do you want?" His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was relieved when he heard that it was not Northern Xinjiang that he was going to rebel.

"Ten thousand stones. ”

"Do you eat ginger as food?" His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was shocked, sat up straight suddenly, patted the armrest of the chair, and regretted it a little after speaking, coughing, "The ginger sent to your northern Xinjiang on weekdays should be enough, what is the use of these gingers?" After speaking, he nodded with satisfaction.

"Well, trade with Beirong. The official's teeth trembled a little when he said this, and he was a little relieved when he remembered that His Royal Highness the Prince had promised that nothing would happen.

The official was relieved, but the Manchu ministers were not at ease.

"Are you going to take refuge in Beirong in Northern Xinjiang?"

"You're an enemy!"

"Beirong has been at war with our dynasty for a hundred years, how can they trade with these barbarians?"

......

Suddenly, the entire court was full of discussions and scolding, scolding the officials from the north and spitting on their faces.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince also had no idea, so he had to turn his head and ask his father-in-law for help.

Yang Qi's squinted eyes suddenly opened, "What should happen after the trade?"

The chatter and scolding disappeared immediately.

"Intermarriage. The chatter and the shouting and scolding began again.

"Gongsun Sheng, the eldest son of the king of Zhenbei?" everyone didn't dare to say any more.

"Oh, it's the younger brother of His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, His Royal Highness Gongsun Miao. ”

"He's only going to marry someone when he's eleven years old?"

"The daughter of the patriarch of the Beirong clan is also eleven, and the two parties are engaged to marry in five years. ”

"Well, that's wonderful, that's accurate. ”

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At the foot of Wudang Mountain, it was late summer.

A Taoist priest came to the foot of a peach tree, which was very luxuriant, but some branches had been cut off, and the texture of the wrinkles made the peach tree a little old.

The Taoist priest took an axe, said sorry, and cut it down, and a branch fell to the ground.

He stooped down to pick it up, and suddenly felt that the shadow of the tree on the ground had deepened, and when he looked up, he found that he was surrounded by branches at some point, and several thick branches strangled his neck and limbs.

The huge tearing force came from his limbs, and the Taoist priest could only watch as his left hand was ripped off, blood spilled all over the ground, and it looked dark in the shade of the tree.

The Taoist priest wanted to scream in pain, but he couldn't make a sound because his neck was strangled. Then his right hand and legs, when his neck was torn off, he had to use his last strength to muttered in his head: It hurts so much......

......

Meng Zhen is a Taoist priest of the first line of Zhongnan, saying that he is talking about the first line of Zhongnan, but now there are actually only three people left, the ancestor, the master and him. The patriarch is the master's senior brother, but he never asks Meng Zhen to call him uncle, but to call the patriarch.

A month ago, the patriarch told Meng Zhen to kill a peach tree demon, Meng Zhen didn't understand why the Taoist priest in Zhongnan wanted to kill the Taoist priest in Wudang since it was the peach tree demon under Wudang Mountain, but since the patriarch confessed, he didn't say much.

In a month, one person and one demon basically chased and fled, and the peach tree demon was injured by Meng Zhen in the process of escaping, but fled into the mountains of Sichuan and Shu when he was about to be exhausted.

Meng Zhen couldn't confirm the exact location of the peach tree demon for a while, and could only see through the clues that the demon had entered Sichuan and Shu from the mountains.

Meng Zhen chased for a month, from late summer to autumn, and saw that the verdant became fiery red. Feeling a little tired, he hid outside the nearest town to the mountain, spreading his senses, waiting for the peach tree demon to be exposed.

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Although Yang Xiaoyang was angry that Xiaodi broke the clay pot and didn't know what was wrong, he still took her out to play. Xiaohua didn't go this time and stayed at home.

Today, I happened to pass by the south of the city, so I took Xiao Di to the courtyard of the Yuantian family.

The Motoda family was buried on the edge of their yard, and there were already a lot of weeds growing on the grave. Yang Xiaoyang felt that his family was implicated in the Yuantian family, so he has always been ashamed of the three of them, and he has not come to visit him in the past two years.

If Yang Xiaoyang knew that it was Yuan Tian who betrayed his mother, it is estimated that he would have to dig up the grave and pick up the non-existent ears of the bones to take a good look at whether the person who has always been called Mr. by his mother has the four words "Grace Tubao" in his mind.

On the way home, looking at the sugar gourd that Xiao Di handed over, Yang Xiaoyang didn't answer it, and asked, "Are you sad that Uncle Yuantian's family died?"

"It's ok. ”

"What about Mother and Uncle Xu?"

"It's sad. ”

The two were a little silent for a while, Yang Xiaoyang wanted to say something, but he felt that he was not qualified to say it, and he also felt that Xiao Di understood, and even Xiao Di understood the pain of losing his relatives better than himself. Xiao Di also wanted to say that it would be good to have you, but she still didn't say it.

"You eat. After Yang Xiaoyang finished speaking, he walked forward.

Xiao Di didn't eat the last one, but just held it in his hand.

Yang Xiaoyang walked outside the courtyard gate, and for some reason, he felt that the wind was a little cool today. Looking up at the sun, it was almost setting, and the trees in the forest were even redder.

"It's autumn again", Yang Xiaoyang suddenly felt wrong as soon as he finished muttering.

There was an extra peach tree in the forest outside the courtyard, a peach tree with a few green leaves, and a scarred peach tree.

Xiao Di was a little interested in this newcomer, so she stepped forward to take a look.

Yang Xiaoyang was also curious, but he didn't realize that Xiaohua didn't go out to greet him, and he also wanted to come forward to take a look. As soon as he took a step, he saw the peach tree move, and the peach branches suddenly waved, and at the same time a startled light lit up behind the tree.

It's just that the branch was faster, like a knife, it slashed at Xiao Di's head, Yang Xiaoyang didn't have time to move, and before he could even speak, he saw Xiao Di's head flying, and the column of blood flying out of his neck flew high.

"Don't!" was a silent roar.

The flash of surprise split the entire trunk of the tree.

The folds of the peach tree seemed to crack open with a big mouth, and a loud noise sounded: "For thousands of years, people have cut off thousands of my hands and feet, and I can't wait to kill all the people in the world!

The sound from the big mouth shook Yang Xiaoyang's ears.

Yang Xiaoyang didn't understand the bitter resentment of the peach tree demon, he only knew his bitter resentment, the last person close to him in this world was gone. He felt that his whole body was weak, so he had to crawl to the side of Xiao Di's head, and the curiosity on Xiao Di's face was still there, but his body was gone.

Yang Xiaoyang hugged Xiao Di's head, looked up to the sky and roared, and couldn't stop crying.

When I was tired of roaring and crying, I remembered that there was someone next to me, but I didn't look at him. Picked up the sticky sugar gourd on the ground, and before I knew it, it was the last one, and stuffed it into my mouth.

It's the smell of earth mixed with the smell of blood, and I can't taste a little sweet and sour.

Why did you go first?

"Sorry, I'm late. The man's voice was full of guilt.

Yang Xiaoyang looked up, he was a Taoist priest who was as gentle as jade, but his face was full of guilt. Yang Xiaoyang felt that there was something in his heart that he wanted to rush out, but he knew that he was no wonder about it, no matter how he said it, he could be regarded as a life-saver, but the two words "okay" were also stuck in his throat and couldn't be released.

Meng Zhen looked at Yang Xiaoyang, who was covered in blood, and suddenly frowned, "Maybe she can still be saved." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Yang Xiaoyang to react, he grabbed the corner of his shirt, and directly lifted Yang Xiaoyang up. When Yang Xiaoyang came back to his senses, he found that the surrounding scenery was changing rapidly, and he was actually carried by the Taoist priest to fly in the air.

After seeing the changing scenery a few times, I was a little dizzy, so I had to close my eyes and hug the head in my arms, and I wanted to ask how to save my head, even if I could save my body.

But I was afraid to get an answer and didn't dare to ask.

The two and a half men didn't know how long they had flown across, and it was late at night when they stopped.

Yang Xiaoyang had never seen this kind of skill, but he couldn't think much about it at this time, but he just felt that the Taoist priest who was originally like jade was a little embarrassed at this time, his hair was a little messy, and his face was full of sweat. Yang Xiaoyang didn't notice the extra gray hairs on the back of Meng Zhen's head.

Before he had time to say more, Yang Xiaoyang was led into a grass hut, in which sat two old men, one smiling and the other expressionless.