"Aren't you injured, why do you want to act with me?" Jiang Fang couldn't help but smile in his heart: "If you want me to say that you should not go, in case something happens over there and the injury worsens, I can't explain to Boss Niu." ”

"You can rest assured about this. Lin Yao said loudly: "This is my own decision, even if I am injured and die, it has nothing to do with you." ”

No matter the earth or here, no matter in the past or now, in the heart of every teenager, there is a heroic dream and a dream of rivers and lakes.

Lin Yao is no exception.

When he was very young, his father Old Man Lin once told him a lot of martial arts stories, and the stories of those awesome characters were like a light, illuminating Xiao Lin Yao's restless heart.

After the death of Mr. Lin, the dart game was disbanded, as if overnight, Lin Yao changed from a promising young dart head to an idle commoner, the gap is difficult to describe in words, and more importantly, the former rivers and lakes are gradually far away and he is powerless to recover.

His mother wanted him to abandon his martial arts and go into business and follow other dart masters to the south to do business.

Lin Yao insisted on going his own way, rejected his mother's kindness, and chose to join the official yamen and become a glorious and ordinary catcher.

Its purpose, in addition to being promoted to make a fortune and glorifying the Lin family, also hopes that one day, when the road is uneven, he will draw his sword in anger to satisfy his heroic dream hidden deep in his heart.

Therefore, the moment he heard Jiang Fang say that this trip was dangerous, Lin Yao had already made preparations for his peers.

Dangerous?

For the current Lin Yao, the most dangerous thing in the world is the ups and downs of life.

In addition, the sky and the earth are big, even if the demon is rampant, how can he be against the spear in his hand like a dragon?

"In good shape. Seeing the resolute expression on Lin Yao's face, Jiang Fang knew that he had not found the wrong helper, "It is worthy of being the queen of the dart gate, talent!"

After a few more small talks, the two decided to go their separate ways.

Jiang Fang went to the aunt to "invite" the female ghost, Lin Yao sorted out his clothes and prepared the "utensils", and when everything was ready, he met under the tree at the city gate.

......

According to Jiang Fang's will, the aunt stood at the door of the inner courtyard leading to the bedroom with her hands on her waist, and any family member who wanted to pass by this road or wanted to enter the courtyard was directly blown away by the aunt for no reason.

Although he often sneers in front of outsiders, it seems that his man is an annoying wreck, but, deep in the aunt's heart, the man who is still lying unconscious on the bed at the moment is the real head of the family here, and the only one who is worthy of lifelong entrustment and has the ability to take responsibility.

"Dead ghosts. ”

Thinking of the scene when the two first met more than 20 years ago, even though the aunt was over fifty years old, she still had joy in her eyebrows and eyes, like a young girl in spring.

It was a sunny spring day, and she was still a rich lady in the depths of the boudoir.

When flying a kite with the maid in the yard, she accidentally tore off the cotton line, and the broken kite fluttered and flew out of the courtyard, entangled in the willow branches in the distance, dancing up and down with the wind, so anxious that she was in a hurry and had nothing to do.

He was hesitating to take the ladder up the tree, and at the height, a deep man's voice said, "This young lady, is this kite yours?"

Looking up,

The young man dressed in black stood in the willow top, tall, with handsome features, with a smile on his face, and in his hand it was the kite she flew that broke the string.

"It's mine. I don't know where I got the courage, she smiled and said: "Please ask the son to send it back, if you don't dislike it, you can also have a cup of tea in the village." ”

The man laughed, and a somersault tumbled into the courtyard and stood in front of her.

Soon after, the two became husband and wife, leaving their reluctant parents, and came to this slightly bitter cold Xinyang town.

"Daxian is right, husband and wife can only love each other if they respect each other like guests. In the past, it was indeed me who was wrong, and in the future, I will change it. ”

The aunt who came out of the memory sighed softly, and was talking to herself, when a flower appeared in front of her, and the long-awaited Jiang Daxian finally made her debut.

"Wait. Jiang Fang pointed to the room in the distance: "Didn't you go in?"

"I didn't enter, and I didn't let outsiders in. ”

"Good. Jiang Fang's hanging heart finally let go, and asked the aunt to put the boiled herbs into the porcelain bowl, and quickly entered the room by herself.

Seeing Jiang Fang coming as promised, the female ghost showed a grateful look on her face,

She was so afraid that Jiang Fang would never come back, just like those who had hurt her.

Strange to say, her heart was originally full of killing, and she even imagined that if Jiang Fang didn't come back in time, she would kill all the men and the family outside, anyway, she had become a ghost, and there was no psychological burden for ghosts to kill, and she didn't have to be bound by the moral code of the world. However, when she saw Jiang Fang who was sweating and saw Jiang Fang's unfamiliar but very kind smiling face, the killing in her heart instantly disappeared, and was replaced by peace that she had never had.

So be it,

Dust to dust, dust to dust,

The person who hurt her has already paid the price she deserves, and she will also follow the law of heaven and earth to reincarnate.

"What do you say, what will I be like in my next life?" The female ghost finally longed for her future: "Will it become very good-looking? Will it be very popular?"

"Definitely. Jiang Fang said softly: "God will definitely make up for you." ”

The female ghost smiled happily, and the rouge makeup powder fell from her face, revealing her original face.

It's really ugly, but for Jiang Fang, who is used to watching small videos in his previous life and those anchors who take off their makeup to beautify their faces, this is nothing.

"We're going to Lijiazhuang. Jiang Fang took out the cloth bag and said softly, "When you get there, you will usher in true liberation." After a good night's sleep, welcome a new life with a happy heart. ”

The female ghost nodded, turning into light smoke and burrowing into the cloth bag.

"Here we go. ”

Jiang Fang said to the cloth bag, put the cloth bag back in his pocket, and asked the aunt waiting at the door to carefully serve the man with medicine, and the man would wake up after he sent the female ghost away.

......

Xinyang County is an important town in the eastern county of Great Xia, with four city gates in the southeast, northwest and northwest.

At this time, just after noon, it coincided with the crisp autumn weather, the streets were full of passing merchants and pedestrians, Jiang Fang mixed in the flow of people all the way to the west, rubbing shoulders, and finally met with Lin Yao who was guarding under the west gate.

Probably Jiang Fang's sentence "very dangerous" played a role, Lin Yao was extremely well prepared, not only put on a short combat suit, but also stuffed a heavy box in his waist, which was densely packed, all of which were hidden weapons similar to iron ions and nails, as for the family heirloom spear, the shadow was generally on his back.

After a few hurried greetings, he continued westward,

The cloth bag belongs to the human magic weapon, divided by the five elements of yin and yang, and belongs to the yang attribute object, and the eight characters in the cloth bag must be burned before the sun sets, otherwise the yang energy will fade when the night falls, and the effectiveness of the cloth bag will be greatly reduced. In case the female ghost is reincarnated, Jiang Lin and the others will become angry tools.

It's the golden autumn season.

Outside the city gate, on both sides of the official road, the tall trees are like guards, solemn and heroic.

It is an ancient local tree that resembles a sycamore, and its scientific name is "Bigleaf Shrub", because the leaves only bloom in late summer and early autumn, and the people of the city call it "Liuhuo", which means that when the leaves grow, the hot weather is coming to an end.

There are many passers-by along the way, coming and going from south to north.

Some carry heavy packages on their backs, some hold babbling children, some are taciturn and solemn, some are full of joy and laughter, some are talking about the restaurants in the city while walking and thinking about the night's stay, and some are lying on the thick pile of fallen leaves behind the trees and holding straw hats to cool off.

Jiang Fang has been dealing with ghosts and monsters since he crossed over, and it is rare to meet this human peace, thinking of himself who worked in the company in his previous life, he really has mixed feelings, and he can't help but think of an ancient text he learned when he was in school, "The Story of the Drunken Man's Pavilion".

Because I didn't work too hard when I went to school, and because too much time had passed, most of the descriptions in "The Story of the Drunkard Pavilion" Jiang Fang had forgotten, but the sentence "The loser sings on the way, the traveler rests on the road, the former calls, and the latter should" remember very clearly. Corresponding to what I saw in front of me, I have to admire Mr. Ouyang's talent, who can use a few crosses to write the outing people into three points, which is worthy of being a writer who has entered a history textbook.

Thinking of walking, blowing the warm wind from the wilderness, listening to the rustling of the leaves in the wind, occasionally falling a piece, floating to the shoulder, stopping for a moment, and then rushing to the ground without hesitation;

"If you don't have these ghosts, it's good to live like this for the rest of your life. ”

Jiang Fang couldn't help but start fantasizing.

In this small city of Xinyang, open a small shop, work hard to make money, buy a decent yard, and then a pair of stone lions like an aunt, and so on to succeed in the career, just meet the one in your heart at dusk, and then spend the moon, in every rainy or snowy night, hand in hand strolling on the streets of the ancient city...

"Do you see the fork in the road in front of you? Follow the road to the north, and you will soon reach Lijiazhuang. ”

Lin Yao's words woke Jiang Fang's self-anesthesia.

And the cloth bag in his pocket reminded Jiang Fang of the current situation.

Yes, it's not the time to sit back and relax.

The headless female corpse case has not yet been solved, the wandering soul on the side of the City God Temple has not yet returned, the cunning yellow skin is still waiting for interrogation in the yamen, and the murderous old ape is still hiding in a hidden corner and coveting the flesh and blood of the town......

The road is long, and Jiang Fang knows that he must go up and down to seek.

In his previous life, he had no faith, and now, he believes in himself.

There is no God in the world, and if a person can do things that he can't do, then he is God.

In this mysterious and desolate world of immortals and demons, the only thing Jiang Fang can do is to do his best, so that when he leaves or goes back one day, he will not regret his inaction.

"In this world, I'm here. ”