Although Jiang Xiaoman is dead, her impact is far from over.

Realizing that Dongyang is no longer like an iron bucket, and has been drilled through the cracks, Cheng Yanqiu ordered a strict investigation, and people were panicked for a while, this winter, for the ordinary people in Dongyang, it was another year of fear.

Meng Xun is the Great Elder's subordinate, Cheng Yanqiu is not good at overstepping his bounds, so the Great Elder gently took it and simply punished him with thirty lashes, but even if it is only thirty lashes, the torture hall will start, and he will not want to get out of bed this winter.

Tang Feishuang invited himself to the Heroic Soul Temple to keep vigil, and for the first time with his parents, he had a special year, and the originally cheerful and lively teenager became silent, almost losing his sense of existence in the Holy Sect, and Wu Xing rarely saw him again.

The winter snowflakes were falling, and Qiu Yueci, who was afraid of the cold, had already put on a fox fur, she looked at the street covered in silver with a sigh of anger, and smiled and bent her eyes.

It's good that in Changyang, you can't see such a big snow.

I don't know what Mr. is doing, is he done?

I really want to turn into a snowflake and land on my husband's shoulder, so that I can watch him all the time.

It was the spring of another year, and the Great Elder felt that it was not appropriate for Cheng Yanqiu to live in that remote and nameless small courtyard, in the past, he used to close the door from his family, and it was just simple and casual, but now the Holy Sect needs Cheng Yanqiu to preside over the overall situation, and then it is a little unsuitable for his identity.

Cheng Yanqiu was noncommittal, although she didn't think there was anything wrong with living in the middle of nowhere, but his yard was too small, and the people on duty did not arrange it, and Wu Xing lived in the ear room that was originally used as a grocery room.

So he nodded reservedly and agreed to the Great Elder's proposal.

When it was time to name it, Cheng Yanqiu casually glanced at the Danyang pine smoke ink on the table, and the letter pen swiped the three words Songyan Yuan on the paper, and sent it to the people in the hall to make a plaque.

In this way, Wu Xing and Cheng Yanqiu lived in Songyan Courtyard, which was only one step away from Qixiang Palace.

Spring is full of joy, the poplar flowers are flying, the catkins are scattered, walking on the road makes people can't open their eyes, and it was at this time that Qiu Yueci sent a letter of invitation.

The letter invited Wu Xing and Cheng Yanqiu to go on a trip together.

Cheng Yanqiu didn't want to go, but Qiu Yueci said in the letter that she wanted to use the request he owed her.

Cheng Yanqiu frowned, that request was originally just to save her life, how could she use it so casually and easily?

It's unbelievable.

Although he thought so in his heart, Cheng Yanqiu still went straight away.

The three of them traveled in a carriage, the only mountain outside Qutang Town is Qutang Mountain, but the Holy Sect is located on Qutang Mountain, and the entire Qutang Mountain is the territory of the Holy Sect, how can anyone dare to set foot on it?

So they went to the edge of Longquan Lake.

A few small boats floated leisurely on the calm lake, and there were a few pieces of solid ice floating in the freshly frozen lake, and the hand reached into it was cold and biting, and I knew how to shiver.

Green sprouts sprouted on the green grass by the lake, literati talked and laughed freely, chanted poems and painted, and some ladies wore weft hats and spread a layer of silk cloth on the green grass, knelt on it, and whispered these things with their mouths covered.

A few fishermen were a little further downstream, seemingly satisfied with today's harvest and were reeling in their nets to go home.

Wu Xing felt that the scenery in front of him was somewhat familiar, and rummaged through his memory before remembering that Tangxia Village was extremely close to here, less than a kilometer away.

When she was younger, the children in the village often ran barefoot to the stream of Longquan Lake to catch fish and shrimp, and she followed slowly to pick up the leaks, so that even if she didn't find firewood, her mother would not scold her, and her mother would cook the small fish and shrimp she picked up with wild vegetables into soup and feed them to her brother and sister, yes, there was no share of her.

She could only swallow her saliva and watch with her eyes blank.

Although Wu Xing didn't miss her father and mother much, she came here to take a look, she turned to her husband and asked, "Sir, I want to go to the house to see." ”

Cheng Yanqiu was a little surprised that she still remembered where her home was, but she didn't think it was a little more troublesome, nodded slightly, and agreed, "Go, come back early." ”

Wu Xing showed a sweet smile, said yes, and carried light skills, but a cup of tea arrived in Tangxia Village.

The old locust tree at the entrance of Tangxia Village is still so straight and stout, the situation of the past two years has not changed in it, and the chaotic clay tile houses and huts are scattered like spider webs around the central store layer by layer ripples, and some of the really poor clanging people have not even paved the soil tiles, and they use thatched rolls, which look like they are quite sheltered from the wind and rain, but they are easy to fall, and the snow will fall as soon as it is big.

It would be good if there was a place to practice light skills, Wu Xing thought so and walked into the village

As soon as I walked under the shade of the old locust tree, I saw the village chief pacing for a long time, and said cautiously, "Little boy, looking for someone?"

Wu Xing's family and the village chief's family can be regarded as neighbors, and the two families are only four or five feet apart, if there is a courtyard again, the doors on both sides will become a family.

The grandfather of the village chief who watched her grow up didn't know her anymore, but it was normal, she had meat on her cheeks, she had grown taller, her little face was no longer dirty, and she looked like a delicate and cute child carved in pink.

Wu Xing looked at her father's closed doors and windows, the room was cold and unpopular, and she asked the village chief suspiciously, "What about the people in this family?"

The village chief didn't despise her as just a little doll, sighed and smiled, "I went back to my mother's house to ask for money, for the sake of my son's study, relatives and friends offended all over the place, and the three daughters in the family were all sold, pitiful!"

Wu Xing couldn't tell from his tone whether he was pitiful for the three daughters or the family, but Wu Xing was also one of the three girls, and he was a little surprised, why was Sanya also sold?

It stands to reason that Sanya is only a little more than two years old this year, and if she sells it to others, she won't do anything, what if she is killed?

Wu Xingqing was sincerely worried about her, and asked again, "Who did you sell this third girl to?"

"The rich man's family in the town, let's go as a child daughter-in-law, the girl is small, the main family will definitely not let her go out, no one has seen it, and there is no news coming. The village chief squinted his vicissitudes of life and said uncertainly.

Wu Xing lowered his head in some disappointment when he heard this, it seems that he will not be able to see his father and mother today.

But there is nothing to see, and they are not good to her.