This Zhong Shenxiu wears a silver butterfly love flower on his head, opal drop earrings in his ears, and a silk red plum veil on his face.

He was wearing a sky blue ice silk coat, a sea blue fairy skirt at the hem, and a pair of red plum and snow embroidered shoes.

Fengshu stood with her, one was personable, the other was domineering, it was really a match made in heaven, and it was not enviable to see it.

After looking at the clothes all over, when she looked at her appearance in detail, Xuan Ling felt jealousy and inferiority complex in her heart.

Zhong Shenxiu's hair is jet black, and there is no white spot, and the green silk waterfall does not look like a seventy-old or eighty-year-old, but has the feeling of a half-old.

The skin is as tender as a freshly peeled lychee, a pair of willow eyebrows, a pair of peach blossom eyes, a Qiong Yao nose, a rouge lips, and a pair of delicate ears.

If the conversation is about to leave, the eyes are vertical and horizontal, but there is a very cold atmosphere. Just like the plum blossoms bloom proudly in the snow, and like the red lotus out of the mud.

Others are so beautiful, such immortals, but Xuanling thinks about it and thinks about it carefully, but there is nothing.

Her chest is flat, and she has no temperament at all. has never waited affectionately, but is still the child of the enemy.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt inferior, the more helpless she became, and she couldn't help but spread her legs, slumped on the ground and cried.

Zhong Shenxiu just started to reminisce about the past, and when he heard this cry, he noticed this puppet that had been souled.

"Little sister, what's wrong with you?" Zhong Shenxiu squatted down and looked at her curiously.

Xuan Ling was angry and anxious, but she couldn't say what she thought in her heart, she could only point to Yuzhu'er and mutter, "She broke it, my body." ”

"It doesn't matter, I'll fix it for you. Zhong Shenxiu stretched out his hand, took the flower basket on the ground, and gently held Xuan Ling into the flower basket.

Yuzhu'er looked innocent and put the severed hand into the flower basket together.

Yuzhu'er took the pair of horses that were gnawing grass, and followed behind Shizun unhurriedly.

The three people in front of them walked slowly all the way, each with their own thoughts.

When Fengshu arrived in the village, he first went to the Fuxi ancestral hall to worship the ancestors. However, when he saw his name among the many ranks, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

After the sacrifice to the ancestral hall, Zhong Shenxiu led the wind book to the Nanshan tomb again.

The Nanshan tomb is a holy place for the Fuxi clan to bury the clansmen. In the past, every time a member of the clan died, a bluestone tomb would be built and they would be laid to rest here forever.

Nanshan mounds, a large area of early graves on the mountain col, are all monuments and tombs.

These tombstones are either carved or carved with animals, all of which are extremely beautiful, like exquisite works of art.

The relatively new large graves at the bottom of the mountain are all monumentless and tombless, just a cage of high earth bags.

Zhong Shenxiu lit the wax, and the wind book took it and inserted it on the ground. Zhong Shenxiu lit the incense, and the wind book took it and inserted it on the ground. Zhong Shenxiu handed over the money paper, and Feng Shu burned his hand first.

In the flickering firelight, he saw himself and his family talking, laughing and eating.

Fengshu burned another handful of paper money, and the firelight flickered in his eyes, and he recalled the playful scene where he chased the parrot and his sister chased him.

Fengshu burned another hand of paper money, the fire gradually dimmed, and the soot was blown up slowly by the wind. In the sporadic sparks, he saw his father and fellow villagers, smiling and waving to him.

"Woyun, are you okay?" Zhong Shenxiu was quite worried when he saw that his face was different.

Feng Shu didn't reply, he stretched out his right hand and pulled out the saber at his waist.

He danced the Tai Chi Sword slowly and leisurely, Zhong Shenxiu knew him, and he must be very uncomfortable at this time.

Zhong Shenxiu sat cross-legged on the ground, her right hand brushed it, and a piano appeared on her leg.

The sound of the piano is long, the shadow of the sword dances, a sword and a piano, and the piano and sword resonate.

Zhong Shenxiu looked at him like that, and felt very sorry in his heart.

"This time, no matter the sword mountain and the sea of fire, no matter the bloody rain and wind, I will go with you. ”

After the dance, Fengshu's mood calmed down a little, so the two packed up their things and walked side by side to the village.

The landmark building of the valley is the Fuxi Ancestral Hall, and on the left side of the Fuxi Ancestral Hall, there is also a building complex called Bagua Palace.

It consists of sixty-four rooms and is precisely distributed according to the Bagua positions.

The people who lived in the Bagua Palace in the past could only be the direct descendants of the Fuxi family. And the direct ruler of the Fuxi clan is the patriarch of the entire family and the priest of the entire village.

In a side room in the Bagua Palace, Zhong Shenxiu was sitting on the dresser, dressing up Xuan Ling delicately and gently.

Xuan Ling stood in front of the bronze mirror, and Zhong Shenxiu gently combed her hair.

"Senior, how did you and Fengshu meet?" Xuan Ling peeked at the fairy in the mirror, such an otherworldly, temperamental person, she had grown so big, she had seen it for the first time.

"Why do you call me senior, but you call Fengshu big brother, we are generally old. ”

"This..."Xuan Ling toyed with her fingers and called sister?, but Zhong Shenxiu was much older than her, so this title was not appropriate. Calling grandma? This is in line with Zhong Shenxiu's actual age, but it's not very respectful. Call Zhong Shenxiu by her name, if Yun Niang hears it, she will be beaten up.

"What do you want me to call?"

"Just call me Sister Lamei..."

Ah, Xuan Ling was amazed in her heart.

"Why don't you want to call it? Why do you call Brother Fengshu so affectionately?"

Xuan Ling's heart was beating faster, fortunately, now the soul dwells in the puppet, if it is a physical body, her face will definitely be redder than a red apple.

She called it that because they were close, and she never looked at him as an outsider.

Zhong Shenxiu covered her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled, Xuan Ling was like a thief with a weak heart, and stammered and shouted, "La... Sister Lamei, how did you meet?"

"There was a wicked man who wanted to take advantage of me, and I killed him. And this wicked man is exactly his target person. He didn't want to take advantage of me in vain, so he agreed to do something for me. ”

"What did you ask him to do for you?"

"Take me on a tour for a month. Xuan Ling's heart was sour, lonely men and widows playing in the mountains and rivers, a lot of things will definitely happen.

"You fell in love with him at that time?"

"I didn't fall in love with him at first, just because my sister had a lover, how could I be left behind. "Zhong Shenxiu has a senior sister named Shen Qiushui, and the two of them started at the same time and learned art at the same time. The two are not used to each other, whether they are martial arts or medical science, or cooking needlework, they always love to compete for big and small things.

"Then later, why didn't you agree to Fengshu's marriage proposal?"

Zhong Shenxiu's hand combing her hair unconsciously paused. "Because my senior sister has become a teacher, how can I swallow this breath. ”

Xuan Ling understands this, the two of them obviously love each other, but because of this mistake, they didn't get married by mistake, which is a pity.

But now, the wind book has returned, one is affectionate, the other is alone, isn't it a good opportunity to reunite after breaking the mirror and continuing the front edge.