"Poyang Lake, Old Man Temple, Chaos Beast, Yin Soldier Dance", Xie Yixiang silently said this in her heart, and couldn't help frowning. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Qingzhu Old Man is reading like this at the moment, but it is somewhat different from Qu Baoshu, in that the order of "Chaos Beast" and "Yin Soldier Dance" has been reversed.

Unexpectedly, this old man Qingzhu, who can be called a generation of grandmasters, actually believes in these myths, could it be that there is really something strange in this world? At that moment, Xie Yixiang didn't answer, just waited for the old man Qingzhu to continue.

I only heard the old man Qingzhu say intermittently: "I saw such a foggy scene once when I was young...... It's exactly the same as that time, no wonder I saw the fog suddenly appear during the day, and immediately shivered and fled in fear...... That was sixty or seventy years ago...... No, it's seventy or eighty years......"

Xie Yixiang saw the frightened appearance of the old man Qingzhu, and then remembered his title of "the first in the world", and his heart was amused and angry. For a while, she felt that the cold wind was coming, and the night was as cold as water, she couldn't help but pull up her clothes, and interjected: "Senior, wait for me to build a fire and drive away the cold." ”

The old man Qingzhu didn't seem to hear Xie Yixiang's words, and continued: "...... At that time, I was a young man, following my father around reselling leather goods to make a living. One winter, it happened to be a once-in-a-century snowstorm covering the mountains, and the roads were covered with ice...... People nearby said that this was the punishment of the mountain god for us businessmen, and that it was against the way of heaven to buy low and sell high, so the mountain road was closed with ice and snow. So throughout the winter, not a single coachman dared to pull goods out of the mountain, and all the furs hoarded in the entire Changbai Mountain were piled up in the warehouse, and many of them were eaten by insects, but they could not be transported out of the mountain......

Xie Yixiang listened to the old man Qingzhu talk about the past, and went to the bushes around to pick up some dead branches, selected a dry twig and tore it into thin strips, and then beat it with a flint to light it, and in a short time, a small fire was already lit. In the red firelight, the old man Qingzhu's face became more and more iron-blue, and his mouth kept talking, and he said, "...... That night, the family finally couldn't open the pot, and the last piece of hard bun was quietly let me eat by my mother, my two sisters and three brothers were all dizzy with hunger, snuggling up to each other and squeezing in the corner of the kang, and a newborn brother, because my mother had no milk to feed, and I cried in her arms. My father was chatting with the neighbors outside, complaining about the damn snowfall, and at the feet of the few people they were chatting with, my seven or eight-year-old sister was lying in the snow, dying of a high fever...... You know, we didn't even have food, and where was the medicine for my sister, so the adults were waiting for her to take her last breath so that they could find a place to dig a pit and bury the body......"

Although Xie Yixiang has never enjoyed any treatment of fine clothes and food since she was a child, after all, she has no worries about food and clothing, when has she experienced these hardships of poor people? When she heard the old man Qingzhu's past, she couldn't help but feel a slight pain in her heart, and hurriedly lowered her head to play with the flames, and asked, "What happened?" The old man Qingzhu seemed to be a little sober, coughed lightly, and said, "...... Later, when my father had buried my sister, he went back to the house and told us that we were going to carry a batch of furs out of the mountain tonight in exchange for some food...... When everyone heard this, they were immediately interested and hurriedly packed up. But what I think is, my sister, who is not yet eight years old, is still dead after all......" As he said this, the damp branches burned in the fire, making a few soft "pop" sounds, and a few sparks were blown up by the wind, and the green bamboo silk between the fingers of the old man Qingzhu was ignited, and curled up in an instant.

The old man Qingzhu was slightly stunned, only then did he realize that a small pile of fire had been lit in front of him, and his face suddenly changed greatly, and he shouted: "Don't make a fire!" As he spoke, his fur sleeves waved suddenly, Xie Yixiang only felt suffocated for a while, and then saw that the flame of the fire was getting smaller and smaller, and then it was extinguished dumbly, and there was not even a trace of spark left.

The old man Qingzhu's kung fu of wasting his sleeves to extinguish the fire at the moment, in the eyes of laymen, it was just a strong wind to extinguish the flames, so naturally he didn't think anything about it, but Xie Yixiang understood the meaning and was immediately stunned. There is a way that the fire borrows the wind, and the stronger the wind, the more vigorous the fire, and how can a bunch of flames be blown out by the wind that waving his sleeves? The reason why the old man Qingzhu was able to extinguish the fire with his sleeves was to use his internal force to force away all the breath around the fire, so that the fire could be placed in a small world without air, and the flame would lose the support of the air, and then all of it would be extinguished. It can be seen that the skill of this old man Qingzhu is so deep that Xie Yixiang is unimaginable.

When the fire was extinguished, the old man Qingzhu seemed to have woken up from his memories, with a wry smile on his face, and said: "Now that the enemy is dark and I am clear, the fire may reveal our whereabouts......" Xie Yixiang nodded noncommittally, although he was a little puzzled by the old man Qingzhu's fire-fighting move, but he was still interested in the past he mentioned, and asked: "Later, you delivered the goods overnight, what did you encounter?"

The old man Qingzhu nodded and said approvingly: "The girl is really smart...... he immediately sorted out his thoughts and said slowly: "Later, we encountered a fog...... And there is more than one cloud, it is clearly a lot of fog ......"

Xie Yixiang heard that he finally got to the point, and hurriedly cheered up. I only heard the weak voice of the old man Qingzhu say: "Our village is located in the depths of the hinterland of the Changbai Mountains, although there is an official road out of the mountain, but after all, it is very dangerous because it is inaccessible. You must know that a road hundreds of miles long is similar to landslides, avalanches, and rockfalls...... It's all commonplace, and the people in the village can't clean it up at any time, let alone the officials...... So we can only rely on those of us who run the goods all year round to make do with the renovation in our spare time......"

"That night was exactly the forty-ninth day after the heavy snow closed the mountain, and the ice on the official road was three feet thick, and the wheels of our delivery cart could not exert any strength on the ice. Fortunately, my father and several older brothers tied a few of the family's tattered straw mats to the wheels, so that the carriage could barely move forward...... So we loaded two carts full of furs, with our two older brothers driving in the front, and my father, eldest sister, and I in the back carriage...... Amid the shouts of the two brothers in front of us, we had not yet left the village, and large snowflakes began to fall in the night sky again...... You must know that it is very difficult to catch a car in the dark, and with this unfortunate heavy snowfall, the risk on the road is naturally even greater...... Although my father was a little hesitant, he finally decided to deliver the goods overnight. ”

Xie Yixiang was really a little impatient when she heard this, although this Qingzhu old man had excellent martial arts, he was also an old man of a lot of age after all, and it was inevitable that he would be a little verbose when he spoke. Looking at the words in his mouth again, a pair of eyes gradually became cloudy, obviously deep in his own memories, Xie Yixiang was not easy to interrupt him.

At that moment, Xie Yixiang had no choice but to knock on the side and ask, "When did you encounter the fog later?"