Shikari is looking for Ichita Village, and it is dawn a few days later.

The sky was dark, and Zhijiao really looked at it from afar, and the village was immersed in the gray-blue mist, and a few roosters were faintly heard.

This is an extremely remote and isolated village, but dozens of families, surrounded on three sides by the Funiu Mountains, resembling a deep valley, with only a sheep's intestine trail leading to the dirt slope road outside. At the intersection, a broken stone monument was inserted, and three crooked words of "Yitian Village" were engraved on it.

Zhi Hunt really walked to the entrance of the village, and saw the prince Qiao's big sleeves fluttering from a distance, coming with fog, like a fairy in the middle.

"Sir, here I am. Zhi Hunt really bowed, and he was even more jealous of Prince Qiao. These days, he has cultivated his self-cultivation method, and under the guidance of Qingfeng, he has fused the trick of walking clouds and flowing water and the gecko swimming wall, the grass snake gray line, and the spider silk hanging technique into one furnace. As soon as he approached the entrance of the village, he was immediately noticed by Wang Ziqiao.

"Childe is really a believer. It seems that he is determined to become the prince of Yongning. Prince Qiao said happily, his heart surging wildly. After only a month's effort, how did this kid become full of qi and blood, full of desire, and enter the level of refining and refining qi? Is it an adventure from the sky, or has he opened the relics of the Wu clan? Since his qi and blood are replenished, why do he still come to fulfill the contract? Could it be that he is worried about the Yu clan chasing and killing, or greedy for princely wealth and wealth, or has other plans?

"Isn't this what the gentleman wants?"

"It's the best of both worlds. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, Zhi Hunt really didn't mention that Prince Qiao abandoned him that day, and Prince Qiao didn't ask what happened to Zhi Hunt, but only secretly calculated with each other.

The two of them walked along the sheep intestine path and turned all the way into the village. Next to the road is a bare field, just after the autumn harvest, and the ridge is full of yellow corn stalks. It was still early, and some villagers had already gone out with buckets to fetch water from the spring at the foot of the mountain. Their expressions were wooden, and when their eyes touched the two of them, they just floated over, as if they were sleepwalking.

Zhi Hunt really glanced at the other party a few more times, which seemed to be a sign that the soul was fascinated. Sure enough, I heard Wang Ziqiao say: "I have used some magic on everyone in this village, and in a few days, the son will be able to see the results." ”

He led Zhikashi to the end of the village, a lonely firewood house with its back to a haystack, a bamboo fence in front of the door, surrounded by fine yellow wildflowers, trembling weakly in the morning breeze.

"Butterfly Niang. Wang Ziqiao coughed lightly through the door, "The person has arrived." ”

After a while, Zhijia Zhen saw a woman's hand slowly open the wood door. He never imagined that a simple action of opening the door would be so gentle, soothing, and graceful, like a swaying willow with the rhythm of a spring breeze.

A woman in a cloth skirt walked out slowly, her eyes stayed fixed on Zhi Zhen's body for a long time, before she moved away and bowed slightly to Prince Qiao: "Sir, please come in and speak." ”

The interior of the house is simply furnished: a low poplar table, boxy. Two wooden stools, one of which has a missing leg. There was a loom against the wall, and in the corner lay a rusty gonghou, on which were piled up wooden basins, and in the basins were several large pieces of soap pancreas and a pestle for pounding clothes.

There is a yellowed painting hanging on the earthen wall, in which a girl in a neon dress with a streamer is bent over and dancing, her jade face is radiant and her eyebrows are similar to that of a woman. Zhi Hunt really caught a glimpse of the bottom of the painting, which turned out to be the true handiwork of the Great Jin Dynasty painting Saint Huang Zhouzi.

"What does Dieniang think of him?" Prince Qiao said a few words, and then asked.

The woman sat down and looked at Zhi Jia Zhen a few more times: "The age is similar, and the contour of the face is quite similar to An'er, but the appearance is too dazzling." The eyebrows are also thicker, and the sideburns need to be trimmed. ”

Zhi Hunt really listened to her voice was cold and cold, without ups and downs, even when it came to the word "An'er", it was plain and bland, like a piece of dead ashes that had cooled for many years, and there was no fire.

"He was just fourteen years old. Wang Ziqiao smiled, "Dieniang, when you were popular, weren't you just as beautiful? With a good skin, it is more convenient to act, wouldn't the door valve of the Great Jin Dynasty pay the most attention to this set? Not to mention that he has a calm heart, and he is a wild orphan, and he is also quite poetic, which is very suitable." ”

The woman raised her head, looked at the mottled four walls for a while, and said, "As long as you can destroy the Marquis of Yongning and the Boling Yuan clan, everything is up to the master." ”

It wasn't until this moment that Zhi Hunt really heard a little anger in his voice. He thought to himself, if it weren't for this hatred and anger, I'm afraid that even the dead ashes would be blown away by the wind.

"It will be as Butterfly Niang wishes. Prince Qiao said solemnly, and introduced to Zhi Zhenzhen, "This is Zhao Dieniang, the singer and dancer who dumped Jin Chu in the past. From today on, you are her only son, Yuan An, and the only son of Yongning Hou Yuandun. ”

Zhi Zhenzhen bowed slightly, and Wang Ziqiao said: "When you were three years old, Dieniang brought you to settle here and weave cloth for a living, a total of eleven years. Every day since you know what you have done, what you like, what you hate, Dieniang will repeatedly answer with you in case of mistakes.

There are a total of 38 households here, and I will take you to know them one by one, including the birthday, name, and habits of each villager......

Die Niang knew all over the world back then, and you learned some basic swordsmanship classics and martial arts from her. Now that you are refining and refining qi, this realm is only ordinary among the disciples of the same age, and you will not be suspected. You didn't know your life experience in the past, but now that you hear it, you will inevitably be biased and resentful of your biological father. The key to this, you have to guess and grasp it, and the performance is the most suitable for Yuan An's temperament. It doesn't matter if you are arrogant, the Jin people have always flaunted the style of celebrities and gentlemen. It's just an arrogant person, you need to have real materials, otherwise you will only be criticized. Butterfly Niang will teach you her good gonghou qin skills and butterfly dance skills, and you must practice hard to make friends with the powerful. ”

He smiled deeply at Zhi Hunt: "I believe in your acting skills, and I have also made some arrangements in the Yuan family." But Jiankang is not as good as Bailing Mountain, the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger, and there are many talents. If you can deceive Barre, you may not be able to deceive the wealthy family. ”

"Peace of mind, sir. Zhi Hunt replied calmly: "If I don't act well, I will only have a dead end." ”

"Good. Half a month later, Yuan Dun's wife, Princess Huayang, died because of the perennial lingering sickbed and the ineffectiveness of the medicinal stones, and the last layer of obstacles will also disintegrate the ice. Wang Ziqiao smiled and looked at Zhao Dieniang and Zhi Zhenzhen, "There is not much time left, let's start." ”

After the sting, spring returns to the earth. Zhijia Zhen was carrying a wooden barrel and was gossiping with a few village teenagers carrying water next to the mountain spring.

A convoy came from afar, raising dust and smoke all the way.

"Wow, is there a caravan coming?" several teenagers immediately became excited, and looked forward to it. The area is almost isolated from the rest of the world, and the nearest town is thousands of miles away, and it takes years for caravans to pass through this place to collect some sun-dried mushroom goods.

When the convoy drove into the entrance of the village, the villagers rushed out. The teenagers couldn't help but drop the buckets and go to join in the fun.

"Let's go, Xiao An, let's take a look, there are so many delicious miles in the caravan!" a young man named Da Niu swallowed his saliva, grabbed Zhi Hunting Zhen and left. In Da Niu's memory, Xiao An and he were best friends, at the age of four, they went down to the river to fish together, climbed trees to catch birds at the age of five, and went to Funiu Mountain together at the age of six to find immortals, but they got lost in the forest, causing the villagers to look for them for three days and three nights.

The people in this village are the same, as if they have lived with Zhi Hunt Zhen for eleven years, and even the fact that he peeked at the little widow of the Song family taking a bath the year before last is vividly said.

The convoy slowed to a halt, and the cavalry on both sides stepped on stirrups and dismounted, and the shining armor forced the villagers to retreat, curious and afraid.

An old man with a gray beard, supported by the villagers, trembled and greeted him, and said: "Down is Song Yitian, the village chief of Yitian Village. Ladies and gentlemen, don't you know what you have to tell us in our village?"

A man in a gorgeous costume with a lacquered sarong-crowned garment stepped out of the car, his eyes looked around, and he paused slightly on Zhijia's face. "Village Chief Song, is there a child named Yuan An in the village?" he asked aloud.

"Yuan An?" Song Yitian thought for a moment and shook his head in confusion, "Most of the people in our village are surnamed Song. Oh, there's a kid who seems to be named Zhao An. ”

"Zhao An......" The man's eyes lit up, "It should be him!"

The eyes of the villagers all fell on Zhi Jiazhen, the young man was coarse and unkempt, and his hands and feet were dirty, but his eyebrows were picturesque, like standing out from the crowd, and he could be recognized at a glance.

"You...... Childe's name is Zhao An?" The man in the Chinese costume looked at Zhi Zhen carefully for a while, and his tone was unusually kind.

Zhi Zhenzhen nodded: "I am Zhao An, but I am not a son, and I don't know you." Don't recognize the wrong person. ”

The man in Chinese clothes asked, "Is your mother Zhao Dieniang?"

Zhi Hunt Zhen looked guarded: "Who are you, how do you recognize my mother?"

The man in the costume smiled slightly: "That's right." Don't worry, son, your mother and I are old acquaintances, I haven't seen you for many years, and I miss it very much. Childe, can you take me to pay a visit to Ling Ci?"

Zhijia really stood in place, looking hesitant. The man in Chinese clothes glanced at the old village chief, waved his hand, and the cavalrymen immediately hugged silk cloth, grain bags and fruits from a row of carts, distributed them to the onlookers, and shouted: "This is the adult's reward for you, quickly accept it!"

"Your Excellency is so polite. Song Yitian's old eyes narrowed, and he smiled wrinkledly, "Xiao An, oh no, Xiao An Gongzi, you are a noble person from your family, why don't you hurry up to see your mother?"

Zhi Hunt Zhen led the man in Chinese clothes to his home, the door of the chai house was ajar, and Zhao Dieniang was weaving. The man in fancy clothes stood in front of the courtyard, staring at the woman for a long time, until she noticed that she looked up, and then stepped into the courtyard respectfully, and arched his hand: "Yongning Hou, Zhongshu Supervisor, and Guanglu Doctor's Elder Shi Wang Yifu see Madame." ”

Zhao Dieniang's expression was shocked, and the loom under her feet suddenly bounced up, making a "clang" sound. She stayed for a long time, and suddenly let out a sneer: "Zhongshu Supervisor, Doctor Guanglu, hehe, he has been promoted again over the years." ”

Wang Yifu sighed: "Madam, Lord Hou has always been talking about you all these years......

"Don't call me any lady!" Zhao Dieniang tore the cloth violently, "His wife is the noble eldest princess of Huayang, not me, a servant who only knows how to entertain people with dance!

Zhi Hunt Zhen took a step forward and glared at Wang Yifu fiercely. The latter smiled bitterly: "Madam, this matter is a long story, can you take a step to discuss it in detail? I have traveled a long way to find this place, so I should let me go in and have a cup of tea as if it was an old friend meeting?"

The two were in a stalemate for a long time, and Zhao Dieniang reluctantly nodded. Zhi Hunt was really contrived again, so he let Wang Yifu enter the house. Zhi Hunt really guarded outside the door, and when the sun set, Zhao Dieniang beckoned him in, and his face was stained with tears.

Wang Yifu walked out of the courtyard, and his subordinate cavalry gathered one after another. One person reported: "My lord, I will check with the villagers separately that my wife and my little son lived here eleven years ago. The little boy has a detached temperament and likes to practice swordsmanship......"

After listening to this, Wang Yifu asked, "Have these people's spirits been tampered with?"

"I'll try it with Ning Soul Jade Pendant, and the villagers' souls are no different. ”

"Okay, the rest of the inner mansions and clans will check. Madame has agreed to return home, so she will prepare and set off at any time, so as not to cause any further trouble. Wang Yifu ordered, his right ear trembled slightly, and the technique of hearing and hearing was launched, and the dispute between mother and son in the house was all in his ears.

"I'm not going! I don't have a father! You said my father died early!" Zhi Hunt really made a scene for a long time before reluctantly following Zhao Dieniang out.

Half an hour later, the convoy left the village, Zhao Dieniang and the maid who served in a carriage, and Zhi Zhenzhen and Wang Yifu shared a car. He hugged Konghou in his arms, wore a broken sword at his waist, curiously touched the winged tiger embroidered with gold thread on the brocade pier, and glared at Wang Yifu again.

"Does Childe also like to play the Gonghou?" Wang Yifu smiled slightly, "Your body is already dilapidated, and there are precious Konghou in the Hou Mansion inlaid with gold and jade." ”

"There is no Konghou who has been with me for eleven years in the Hou Mansion. Zhi Jia Zhen said coldly, "Can Jin Yu buy it for eleven years?"

His words were extraordinary, Wang Yifu secretly surprised himself, and said, "Did you pick up this broken sword?"

Zhi Hunt really snorted: "This is a big cow picked up in the Funiu Mountain and given to me." Didn't you secretly ask the bull, why are you pretending you don't know anything?"

"Haha, it's mine, it's not. Wang Yifu stroked his palms and laughed, "The son is quick to talk, and he really has the style of my six sons in the Jiankang Bamboo Forest." ”

"Xiao An, Xiao An!" Zhi Kari really pulled up the curtain and leaned back to look back. The big cow ran over in sweat, grabbed a few hot eggs in his hands, and shoved them into his hands.

"I just paid for it. The bull gasped for breath. The carriage did not stop, and went away, leaving only the figure of the village boy waving his hand.

Shin Shigari looked at the eggs and fell into a long silence.

In the other carriage, Zhao Dieniang stared at the scroll of burning and rolling up in the brazier, and the ashes drifted away like a withered butterfly.

On Funiu Mountain, Prince Qiao's clothes were flying, retracting his gaze from looking down at the convoy and looking at the unfathomable night sky.

This is my first move, are you ready?