The sky was still gray, and the sun had long been obscured by dark clouds, and it was black, except for the widening cracks and the sound of lightning and thunder.

It seems to be a natural disaster, but it is a man-made disaster.

There are thousands of lights in the world, and the stars should be bright, but they are swaying non-stop, like a floating boat, off the ground, and I don't know where they will stay in the next moment.

After the dark red giant hand appeared in the sky, an hour had passed, and it was such a short hour, the world suddenly felt like a dream, thinking that they were dreaming, the world view was shattered, and the proud heavy weapon of a country could not hurt the five outsiders in the slightest, or rather, it was already uncontrollable before it was close to a hundred meters, and it collapsed on its own, and it was still these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers and people of this world who were injured.

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In the west, the sword cultivator Hu Feng, a sword passed through the body of an old man, broke through his body and outlined the fuzzy temple with aura, stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the golden luck that radiated the old man's body, beckoned the flying sword to return to the gourd, and he let the ethereal luck dissipate.

Sword cultivation, one sword breaks ten thousand laws, no matter whether you are the pride of the sky with great luck, or the martial artist who breaks through the mountains with his fist, there is only one sword, break it, and cut it.

He muttered to himself: "It's still not enough, it's still only half a step away, although I don't want to be infected with cause and effect, but even that guy said don't give a sip of water to the later forces to drink, then please return your souls to the netherworld." ”

Hu Feng found a good-looking iron sword in the hall and walked out slowly.

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Datian Village, standing on the mountain, but few people have climbed the mountain, the road is gone, only an overgrown path remains, and the idle eggs are so painful to say hello to those flowers, grasses, insects and snakes?

As for the huts at the foot of the mountain, the people of the village still knew about them more or less, although there was a young man, most of whom had only met a few times and said hello a few times, and he was not familiar with them, so except for an old man who would often go there, almost no one had climbed the mountain.

At this time, an old man held a chess piece tightly and held a flashlight to illuminate, walked all the way and stopped, although he was a little panting, but walked in without hesitation.

When he arrived at the wooden house on the mountain, the old man gasped for breath, but did not stop to rest, and came to the door, with one hand on the door wall, and the other hand knocked on the door bolt.

The old man sometimes wonders, is he really old? It's only been such a long time, and he gasps, no, maybe, after all, he used to rest at the foot of the mountain for a while.

After a while, the young man opened the door inside, not too slow, but not too fast, and when he saw the comer, his heart settled down a little, and when he was about to invite the old man into the house, the latter waved his hand.

The old man's face was ruddy, and after taking a breath, he said, "It's a little thing, you don't need to enter the house." ”

In Ye Wuxian's curiosity, the old man stretched out his hand, and in the palm of his hand was a flawless chessboard white piece, handed it to the young man, and said with a wry smile: "Strange things are true every year, but today we are all finished, and I don't know what will happen, but it may not be good." ”

The old man paused and muttered: "This white seed has been passed down from generation to generation by the ancestors of my Wu family, and the old man said that it can keep him safe, but I don't know if it's true or not." ”

When Ye Wuxian heard this, his nose was inexplicably sour, his eyes were a little blurry and tingling, and he was silent.

Ling Ding was in charge of the house early, from the vigilance when he opened the door, to the peace of mind, this was all alternating in a short moment, and he noticed that the old man's face was ruddy, the hand on the wall, and the mustard in his heart that had always been like nothing was also broken in that instant.

Ye Wuxian can't remember how many years, he hasn't felt such family affection, ten years, no, nine years? almost.

Seeing that the young man didn't move, the old man glared at him, and said angrily: "What are you doing in a daze, take it." ”

The young man lowered his head, didn't look at the old man, blinked his eyes quickly, and felt that his vision was no longer blurry, then he raised his head and shook his head firmly: "Grandpa Wu, thank you for your kindness, I can't take it, and I can't ask for such a valuable chess piece." ”

When the old man heard this, he was angry, he had walked such a long way, just to give you a chess piece to ask for peace, is it easy for me? Just as he was about to say a few words of "great truth" out loud, he thought of Ye Wuxie's stubbornness in the past, and he would definitely not change easily, and in just a moment, he thought of a countermeasure.

The old man withdrew the hand holding the white man, stared straight into the young man's eyes, and said angrily: "Don't you see that crack in the sky? Don't you see a streamer flying to the opposite area? If I don't have a dazzle, it's the four regions of the south, east, west, and west! The electricity is out, the sky is dark, do you dare to say that nothing will happen? You are so young, your hair has not grown, and you are another person, this chess piece may be able to keep you safe, and I don't know what you think about this little head, don't give it to you for nothing? If you take it, you can take it!"

Ye Wuxian listened to the old man's words in a daze, and remained motionless, and a cluster of fireworks lit up in his gloomy expression, burning brightly, illuminating the dark room of the young man's heart and warming the young man's flesh and blood.

As he spoke, the old man was still secretly observing the young man's expression, and when he saw that he didn't react, his heart tightened, and he immediately regretted it, and he couldn't wait to give himself two slaps.

Just as the old man wanted to open his mouth to explain a few words, the young man stretched out his thin arm, opened his palm, and said firmly again: "Grandpa Wu, I still don't want the chess pieces, but I will help you keep the chess pieces until the end of this catastrophe." ”

When the old man put Baizi into the palm of the young man's hand, he said casually: "Not angry?"

The young man shook the white son and said seriously: "Don't be angry." ”

An old man and a young man smiled at the same time.

High in the sky, a thunderclap sounded through the sky for no reason, and the two of them looked calm, not surprised.

The old man didn't enter the house, so he sat down at the door to rest, and chattered a few words about the young man, saying that don't treat yourself badly, what to eat, don't save, buy it after eating, or say that the book is dead, and the truth is not all in the book, if you have time, walk more, see more, travel thousands of miles, and read thousands of books.

"Gone. The old man touched the young man's head, did not get up, but told the young man carefully about some things about the temple on the mountain.

Most of the temples existed a long time ago, at that time, the statues of the gods sacrificed in the temple have been broken into two, but there will still be people who come to the mountain to worship, sometimes spiritual, sometimes not spiritual, and then gradually abandoned, the original road has become a mud pill path.

The reason why the old man asked the young man to go to the mountains to take refuge was that he hoped that the statues in the temple could manifest themselves, since such an incredible thing had happened in the sky, then this rumored temple with some supernatural spirits was not a strange place?

The old man stood up, straightened his waist, the sound of "popping" came from his waist, as if he felt something, reached into his back, took out a book hidden in his back, handed it to the young man, and teased: "Little evil, when this calamity passes, will you move to my house? The mother-in-law at home has been talking about you all day long, and I will die of envy." ”

The old man seems to be saying this casually, but there is absolutely no joke, there is only one daughter in the family, and he marries someone else, and he doesn't come back a few times a year, the mother-in-law in the family, for the teenager, it is completely regarded as his own grandson, as for the old man himself, is not always?

When the young man was sent to the old man halfway, he did not say anything, did not agree or refuse, when they were separated, Lao Wu was afraid that the young man would not find the way, and wanted to lend the flashlight to the young man, but the young man insisted on not asking for it, and Lao Wu stayed for a while, and used the flashlight to shine on the way back, until the young man was gone, and then walked down the mountain.

Ye Wuxian returned to the house in the dark again, this road, no one is more accustomed to it than him.

Inside the house, a half-cut candle dripped on the table on the right, burning, and the fiery red light filled all corners.

Ye Wuxian came to the edge of the table where the books were placed, carefully placed the white paper on the books, a piece of white paper was quietly spread on the table, and some words were written with a pencil on it, and after wiping it with an eraser, the young man wrote on it:

"Miss Li, do you know that a lot of things have happened today. It should be daylight now, but it's dark, and there are cracks, and there is thunder from time to time, and there is an old thunder just now, and I don't know what will happen, at least it's okay now.

After returning from the market with Grandpa Wu, I made a piece of meat into bacon, but I didn't have time to marinate it, and I didn't know if the meat would be bad, and I didn't know how many days this crisis would last.

Wait a while to bring your own pickles and a little water, go to the mountain temple for a few days, may not receive your letter, if there is no reply, I hope you don't get angry, please, I am such a friend of you.

Do you remember Grandpa Wu whom I often mentioned? Just now, I secretly recognized him as my grandfather in my heart, and I didn't dare to say it for fear of being rejected.

Ha, I don't know what Grandpa Wu thinks, anyway, I recognize him, yes, yes, do you know, don't look at Grandpa Wu usually smoking dry tobacco, and he looks like he ignores everyone, in private, it's good to Grandma Wu, but it seems to be so afraid of Grandma Wu, once Grandpa Wu stayed in my house for a long time, sullen, and I don't know what happened, I don't dare to ask. Also, let me tell you, Grandpa Wu is fine......"

A blank piece of paper, word by word, was soon covered with a whole page of pencil letters, Ye Wuxian wrote and wrote, and cried, several tears dripped on the white paper, but the young man had never been so happy.

The body is like a dead wood, the heart is like an untied boat, day by day in fear, repeating day after day without purpose, and at the moment when he took the white son, the untied boat seemed to come to a ferry, and then stopped.

After the boy put down the pen, he thought for a while, picked up the pen with some difficulty, and wrote on the back of the white paper: "Miss Li," and then regretted it, and when he picked up the eraser and was about to erase it, the white paper disappeared.

Ye Wuxian held the eraser held in the air, a little stiff, what is this, and at the same time he was glad that he did not write the following sentence, what he wanted to write was: Miss Li, who are you?

With a wry smile, he put down the eraser, walked into the kitchen, and under the illumination of the candlelight, he found a porcelain jar, blew the dust on the lid of the jar, and then opened the jar, and a sour smell filled the whole room, which was some sauerkraut.

Ye Wuxian took out some sauerkraut, washed it, chopped it into pieces, chopped a few more chili peppers, and began to burn the stove, stir-frying, and after a while, the sour and spicy taste came out. I brought a glass bottle outside the house and began to put the fried sauerkraut in it, squeezing it from time to time.

Until the glass bottle could not be filled, there was still some sauerkraut left, and the teenager divided it by two, and picked up the chopsticks to be a meal.

The boy walked out of the house, calculated that it had been about three hours, and after making up his mind, he went to the temple on the hill after washing the pot.

I fetched a bucket of water in the dark, first took down a bottle and washed it on the bamboo with clothes hanging on it outside the house, filled it with some well water, and put it back in the house, and then began to wash the pots and chopsticks.

After a while, the young man returned to the kitchen with pots and chopsticks, and looked at him with some reluctance before walking out.

The boy packed up his things, put the glass bottle, the bottle with the well water, the two boxes of matches, the four candles and the half-cut candle, and the book left by the old man before leaving, into a small dustpan that he could carry, and finally picked up the white child on the table, clutched it tightly, walked out of the door, and looked up at the sky for a long time, God knows what the boy was thinking.

The boy walked a few steps, as if he had thought of something, turned his head, picked up a branch on the bamboo pole in the dark, came to the door, and tied several knots unfamiliarly. He felt the thick branch in his hand, and smiled inexplicably, he tied the knot himself, and he couldn't even untie it, isn't that ridiculous?

Ye Wuxian suddenly did not move, contemplating his eyes, looking into the distance, and everywhere he looked, he was brightly lit.

The sky has changed, but there are still thousands of lights.

In the dark, thoughts will inevitably fly out of the sky, the young man stepped out, all thoughts dispersed, peace of mind, this mountain road, for a person who is familiar with the road, can't be seen, isn't it just walking with his eyes closed? !

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Lao Wu walked on the cement road in the village with broken steps, his heart was beating fast, and he was still a little anxious in a trance, secretly laughing at himself, whether he was old or sick.

Walking to the road at the entrance of the village, under the light of the flashlight, the old man saw a person, or rather, it was a man in a cyan robe, only the moment the old man saw the man, the man came to Lao Wu.

The man smiled and said, "Uncle, I want to ask you something, is there anything strange about this village, or the words handed down by the older generation." ”

The old man was in a cold sweat, his hands and feet couldn't help trembling, his luck was so bad?

At this moment, Lao Wu's mind was extremely clear, telling himself that he couldn't mess up, thinking of the big crack in the canopy, and then thinking of all kinds of demons and monsters, he couldn't help but secretly say: "This person in front of him is not an ordinary person, maybe what kind of ghost it is, after all, the sky is broken, what else is impossible?"

At the same time, I was worried, such an unusual man might be a legendary ghost, if so, what is his character? Is it the murderous spirit recorded in the ghost book? Will it endanger this village? Will it be... Homicide?

The old man immediately thought of the mother-in-law and the young man in the mountains.

The man stared at the thoughts that appeared in front of him in a short moment, and felt that it was interesting, but he didn't think about running, but he was worried about other people, and said with a smile: "Uncle, just tell me what strange or strange news there is in this village, and I promise not to hurt this village for half a point." ”

Old Wu Chang exhaled a breath and said calmly: "There are no strange words in this village, they are all some old meat words, these old men will not say it, if there is any strange place, there is a place, the spirit is very strange, many strong men have to get lost when walking at night, I don't know if it is a ghost hitting the wall, I don't know if it is the strange brother you are looking for." ”

"It should be. The man nodded, raised his head invisibly, and said secretly: "I promised not to hurt the village in the slightest, but he may not be, tsk, what a Confucian cultivator." ”

At first, the man wanted to use his own magical powers to find the location of the artifact, but at that moment, he thought that such a barren planet with aura stored suspected Taoist soldiers and even half-immortal soldiers, if it was the creation of heaven and earth, it would be laughing to death.

The man in the green robe is Lu Gen, before he determined that the breath of the suspected Taoist soldier flowed out in the southern region, because there was only a moment, he couldn't deduce the real direction, just walked around, a quarter of an hour ago, the breath of the suspected Taoist soldier emitted again, although he passed away, but with the secret method, firmly locked an area, so he came to this village, and happened to meet the old man, so he had a feeling of being natural.

As for the Confucian priest preaching in this area, Lu Gen believed that the Confucian scholar also sensed the fluctuating heavenly opportunity, is it difficult to find this? It is just a matter of time, if Lu Gen lifts the spell on his body, he guarantees that the next moment, there will be a Confucian priest standing in front of the man in the blue robe as if nothing happened.

After receiving the assurance, Lao Wu Chang exhaled, and the few worries in his heart also faded a little, thought for a while, and said: "That place is not easy to find, don't look at my old bones, my body is healthy, why don't I take my little brother there?"

The man smiled and said, "That's very good, please lead the way." ”

Lu Gen gave way.

The old man walked forward a little apprehensively, the man followed beside him unhurriedly, passing by the corner, Lao Wu said casually: "That place is not for ordinary people, people in the village are walking around, I don't know what the little brother is going to where?"

The man naturally heard the temptation in the old man's words, and said with a smile: "The old man might as well look up, isn't there a saying that 'people's hearts are higher than the sky'." ”

The old man was terrified, stopped talking, and walked towards the destination step by step, flustered in his heart.

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A white-clothed Confucian man stood in mid-air, looking into the distance, and said to himself: "Lu Gen, that guy, all the way south, and traveled all over the place, what are you looking for, what is worth looking for?" And when he left, the heavenly machine just fluctuated, it should be related, I don't know if it is a utensil or a spirit, the rank should not be low, but let Lu Gen be tempted, you have to go and see, if it is the opportunity of the avenue, if you want to hold it in Lu Gen's hands, at least you have to fall into the realm." ”

The Confucian hesitated a little, his eyes were firm, isn't it Lu Gen, his cultivation is quite, and it is not certain that whoever falls into the realm will have the opportunity.

Confucian scholar Dong Qi, holding a book in his hand, turning the pages with wind, instantly thousands of miles.

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The old man took the man in the green robe to a small road in the village, stopped, and said to the man: "Little brother, this is it, don't look at the lack of here, but here is very evil, a little careless, just go around here, you can't touch the southeast and northwest." ”

The man nodded, he looked at a flower and grass in the middle of the trail, smiled, and after a little thought in his mind, he knew the reason why ordinary people got lost.

The man walked to the place of flowers and plants, without any extra movements, and held up a wildflower with one hand and the roots of the soil, the wildflower seemed to be able to speak, and the flower plate kept swaying, in the eyes of the old man, it was like bowing his head, no, it should be said to be kowtowing.

The man whispered: "What, I'm used to playing tricks on ordinary people, follow me, condescending?!"

I saw that the wildflower was swaying wildly, and the petals had fallen off.

When the man saw it, he stroked it with one hand, and the fallen petals gradually returned to their original positions, and with a cold glint in his eyes, he dragged the wildflower to his eyes, and said softly: "If it weren't useful for keeping you, what do you think would be you?"

No longer looking at the wildflower, the man turned to the old man and said, "Uncle, the weather is so bad, don't you go home?"

The old man said goodbye as if he was sitting on pins and needles, and walked back after breaking steps.

The man looked at the old man's back, ignored the wild flower, and said, "I will take you all over the village, and if you feel that the luck of the mountains and rivers is wrong, tell me, that is the only qualification you can continue to stay with me." ”

If it weren't for the fear of destroying the luck of the mountains and rivers here, so that the location of the artifact would have found out, he would have given up his blood to let himself integrate into the luck of the mountains and rivers here, so why bother.

When the wildflower was scattered just now, it made the man angry, and hurt the root, how could he rely on the charm of this place to perceive the difference in the luck of the landscape, so he used magic to graft the petals back, just a charm of the landscape that does not enter the stream.