Mu Ruyi went down the mountain, and Chen Anzhi also went down the mountain with him.

It's just that Xue Changyi knew that Chen An was going down the mountain, but the people on the first floor didn't know that Mu Ruyi had also gone down the mountain, and the benefits of not befriending people were revealed at this time.

The seriously injured Ma Yanyu has improved slightly under the care of medicine, but the symptoms are not cured, and he has not escaped from the danger of dying, but the good news is that Ma Yanyu, who has been unconscious, suddenly spit out turbid blood at noon, and Jin Zhimu, who was in charge of taking care of it, originally held a book and read carefully, but was disturbed by this movement, and hurriedly held a soft pillow to cushion the back of his head, so as not to block the airway with blood masses, Ma Yanyu coughed up three mouthfuls of dirty blood, and his breathing gradually calmed down.

Why is it called dirty blood, because the blood spit out is really turbid, no matter how you look at it, the blood is mixed with some gray paper-like objects, if you look closely, it seems to be the yellow paper ashes burned by the people's families when they pay tribute to their ancestors, and some should be burned dead branches and leaves.

Isn't it that Senior Brother Ma survived by eating these ashes for the past few days? The Shenkeng Village that Senior Brother went to should be just an ordinary village with little demons.

Jin Zhimu's heart was awe-inspiring, his face suddenly became solemn, and he said in his heart, if it was just a mountain village that made trouble with a little demon, Senior Brother Ma would not be hurt so badly at all, but what was it that was spit out. Besides, although Senior Brother Ma's injuries are serious, they are not fatal, and he has been in a coma all the time, is it related to this?

Jin Zhimu doesn't know the way of medicine, there are nine thousand ways in the world, there are mysteries in the way, and the way is different, he didn't dare to make a rash decision, he was a little suspicious, he got up to look for the master, and suddenly remembered that the master went to the cliff yesterday evening and didn't come back, so he turned around and looked for Senior Brother Bai.

After talking about the situation just now, Senior Brother Bai frowned, stared at the paper embers in the blood for a long time, a little confused, twisted a piece, and gently rubbed it into ashes, "It shouldn't be like this, if Senior Brother Ma is hungry in his belly, he can buy food for food if he has silver taels, if he loses silver taels, he can also fill his stomach by catching some game, looking at Senior Brother's injury, even if he escapes all the way back to the sect, he can also eat some wild fruits." ”

Imperceptibly, a wisp of black qi submerged into his fingertips, and this movement was so small that even Senior Brother Bai himself didn't notice it.

Senior Brother Bai babbled a lot, saying that he was a little suspicious, yes, no matter how bad Senior Brother Ma is, he also has the ability to fill his stomach, and paper money is such a thing, ordinary people feel bad luck when they encounter it, where will they be crazy enough to eat these things, let alone burned paper money.

After all, I thought that Senior Brother Ma was just going down the mountain to deal with a little demon matter, who would want to make it look like this, after thinking about it a little, I knew that there was something strange in the deep pit village, but now Senior Brother has been unconscious, and he doesn't know what happened.

For some reason, the more Senior Brother Bai thought about it, the more upset he became, and for no reason there was an evil fire, and he said fiercely: "Senior Brother Fuma sits up, it seems that there is only hope if he spits out all those bad things." ”

Jin Zhimu was shocked, and hurriedly persuaded: "Senior Brother Ma still has injuries on his body, he can't withstand the toss at all, and he will die!"

Who knew that Senior Brother Bai didn't listen at all, and his face gradually became a little hideous, so he was about to reach out to grab the weak Ma Yanyu, "I said help him up!"

Senior Brother Bai seemed to have changed as a person, Jin Zhimu was anxious, and a breath of anger was added to his chest, at this time, he didn't care about etiquette, slapped the table with his palm, and scolded loudly: "Bai Xingzhi!"

Between the waves of long sleeves, there is a breeze and a bright moon that lasts forever.

The world thinks that a scholar who reads more books will be able to learn and know reason, and a scholar who is only a scholar has a heroic and righteous spirit, and he dare not approach the spirit.

There are books read hundreds of times in the three states and five places, and the poems are listened to thousands of times, and there is a saying that the sleeve has its own book flipping style, and there are also poems that are illiterate, so why do they flip through the books. The two theories are opposed, some people say that there is no book style in the world, so there are those readers in ghost stories, who disturb the heartstrings with ghosts and ghosts, and talk about a moving love history. Some people also say that the people in the book are not dedicated to learning after all, and it is no wonder that when they fall in love with ghosts and ghosts, they naturally do not have the style of turning books.

Of course, there are no absolutes, and they cannot be generalized, and there are a very few university scholars who are mysterious and secretive, and they can't say much, so the flipping book style has become an existence in idle stories.

Speaking back here, Jin Zhimu slapped the case sharply, quite with the unintimidating momentum of Mr. Shushu, a wisp of wind rushed away, with that frightened shout, like a blow to the head, making Bai Xingzhi stunned, and a very fine wisp of black smoke curled from his eyebrows, which was carried by the wind of turning books and dissipated in the wind.

Bai Xingzhi's face gradually softened, he looked at the upright scholar, raised his hand and looked at the little embers dyed in between, and his heart palpitated, at this time, even the most stupid people knew that this paper embers were extremely strange, and they could actually take advantage of people's desires.

What's more, Bai Xingzhi is not only not stupid, but also very smart.

"Senior brother. The restrained scholar blamed himself for the rude just now, and called a senior brother like a mosquito and a fly, but he didn't dare to say much at this time, and lowered his head, looking pitiful.

Bai Xingzhi didn't think so, and then looked at the little junior brother, his face was full of approval, and he stretched out his hand and put it on the young man's head, "Little junior brother, there is no need to blame yourself, maybe you don't know, but if it wasn't for you just now, senior brother and I might have become like Senior Brother Ma, lying unconscious on the bed." ”

These words were heartfelt, and they made the little reader embarrassed.

At this moment, Ma Yanyu coughed again, and Jin Zhimu hurriedly stepped forward to take care of it, but only saw the pair of miserable white lips moving slightly, intermittently, and extremely weak to say incomplete words.

"Mother... I... Hui··· Home··· It's over..."

Jin Zhimu was overjoyed, but Bai Xingzhi's face changed and changed, Reading Lang was happy to wake up for the first time after his senior brother returned to the mountain, and Bai Xingzhi's face changed on what Ma Yanyu said, Jin Zhimu entered the mountain late and didn't know, Ma Yanyu's parents were medicine pickers, and when they went up the mountain to collect medicine fifteen years ago, they were eaten by the python demon entrenched in the mountains.

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The sun is high in the blue sky, the carriage stops in front of a valley, it is obviously the early spring, it should be a mountain full of withered yellow and star-green mountains, but now the mountains are full of greenery, towering ancient trees, shrubs and grasses, this is a very single color, deep and faint to make people frightened.

The coachman glanced at the secluded valley, his eyes were full of fear, and even his voice trembled slightly, and he tried his best to make himself appear less afraid, "Guest officer, enter the valley, and walk along this path all the way, which is Shenkeng Village." ”

Mu Ruyi hummed, took out a silver ingot from his pocket and threw it to the coachman, turning around, Chen Anyi's face was sleepy, after all, he hadn't slept for two consecutive nights, and now it was easy to rest for a night, but he was still in the bumpy carriage, and naturally he didn't have enough rest, but he was rested.

The coachman took the silver and said with a smile: "Two immortals, then according to what was said before, the little one will wait here for two people in three days, and the two of you must not go the other way, the other end is flooded, and the road is impassable." ”

With that, he turned around and drove the carriage in the opposite direction, as if any longer stay would be a torment for him.

Chen Anzhi took a deep breath of fresh air, looked at the depths of the valley, and said with a smile: "This month, the trees are so vigorous, it seems that it is really a little strange. ”

Mu Ruyi didn't speak, she leaned down and grabbed a handful of soil, took out a white porcelain vial from the cloth bag around her waist, opened it carefully, dropped a drop of clean water, and then sprinkled the soil in the air, folded her hands, lowered her forehead and closed her eyes, and patted it three times.

Chen Anzhi looked at her series of movements a little strangely, and when Mu Ruyi opened his eyes, he asked suspiciously, "What are you doing here?"

"Worship the Lord of the Mountain. Mu Ruyi explained seriously, "This mountain is full of life, I think there is a mountain owner who supports the petty luck here, and when you enter someone's house, you have to knock on the door, and you should also worship the mountain when you enter someone else's mountain." ”

"The word mountain lord is as its name suggests, but the world is full of fragments, and the mountain lord is not the same, or a tree in the forest, or a fish in the mountain stream, or a wild thing. Of course, not all vibrant mountains have mountain owners, let's just say that the mountains of our Yuanshan Sect, when He Immortal founded the sect, locked the heaven and earth, so the mountains have no owner, but the trees grow luxuriantly. Besides, there are small luck scattered in this world, and there are not many mountain masters of the big road, especially the big air road, which is so big in Yuzhou in the Middle Earth, and there are only three big roads, our Songgao Shenjun of Daliang is one, Luoyun's Chongqin Zhenjun is counted as one, and Tangqing's Shaohao Shenjun is a little more lucky, I can't remember, there are still some river gods..."

These things were all written down by Mu Ruyi when he was reading, so he came with it and said it word for word.

Chen Anzhi nodded, three thousand years ago, there were not so many strange gods of mountains and rivers, at that time, the luck of mountains and rivers all depended on the canonization of the lord of the world, and the oracles were not counted.

Mu Ruyi didn't speak, waiting for Chen Anzhi to speak.

Chen Anzhi smiled and said, "Then you have worshiped the mountain?"

Mu Ruyi looked at the mountains in the distance, shook his head, and was a little puzzled, "Just now I dropped the pure water with the spirit of the big beam in this mountain soil, the aura in the mountain soil is light, and the small luck is thin, which is no different from ordinary wild mountains, and I don't feel the mind of the mountain owner, it doesn't look like there is a mountain lord entrenched, but this place is full of vitality, which is a little strange." ”

Chen Anzhi stood here, looking at Mu Ruyi, his expression was calm, he grabbed a handful of soil in the palm of his hand, rubbed it gently, and the loess fell between his fingers, "What I heard is a little different from what you said." ”

Mu Ruyi frowned slightly and asked, "What's the difference?"

Chen Anzhi looked into the distance, the direction was north, "The mountain lord I know is the existence of clouds, mountains and fog in the mountains and seas, and the lord of the mountains in the world. There are mountains and rivers that are not divided into four seasons, not all because of the luck of the mountain owner, but because of the abundant aura, attracting the big demon to entrench and benefiting the living beings in the mountains. ”

"You mean there is a big demon in the mountain?" Mu Ruyi was puzzled and continued to ask: "The aura here is so thin, the big demon should disdain to linger here." ”

"That's what I'm weird about. Chen Anzhi didn't look away, and said with a calm smile: "But after all, I want to go in and ask for an explanation, why bother with those cumbersome rules, the guys inside are secretly hiding and refusing to see people, then we will split its door and pull it out and ask for clarification." ”

When he said these words, the white-clothed swordsman's face was full of spirit.

Three thousand years ago, the pair of gentlemen and disciples liked to reason with others, but he, the great sword immortal, didn't like it, in his eyes, the so-called truth was the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, whose sword was powerful, whose truth was right.

Now the same is true, the white-clothed swordsman held his breath in his heart, and now he wanted to take a breath.

Mu Ruyi was very strange, it was not Chen Anzhi's words that were strange, but that she didn't think what Chen Anzhi said was strange, as if no matter what arrogant words the other party said, she wouldn't feel inappropriate.

That's weird.

The two didn't stop here for long, they walked side by side, and after walking a few steps, Mu Ruyi asked, "Chen Anzhi, I've always been curious, who are you?"

Chen Anzhi chuckled, and said softly: "I am Chen Anzhi, the Chen Anzhi who was saved by Mu Ruyi in the wind and snow broken temple." ”

Mu Ruyi nodded thoughtfully, with a hint of confusion in her eyes, "Has it always been Chen Anzhi?"

Chen Anzhi said calmly: "Yes, I have always been the Chen Anzhi who broke the temple in the wind and snow. ”

Mu Ruyi suddenly turned her head and asked with a smile, "Am I beautiful?"

Chen Anzhi nodded slightly.

Mu Ruyi laughed heartily, and the smile bloomed, and it was impossible to make things.

The deeper you go into the valley, the more trees on both sides gradually increase, and the sound of the forest wind blows in your ears, and you burrow into the lush trees, and the wild grass reaches your knees, and occasionally something runs by, rubbing your calves, which makes people very uncomfortable.

"Are we going the wrong way?" Mu Ruyi frowned, looking at the increasingly dense deep forest in front of him, it didn't look like there was a village.

Chen Anzhi glanced at it, knowing that Mu Ruyi was worried in his heart, and said, "You fell asleep last night, and I talked to the coachman." ”

Mu Ruyi didn't know about this matter at all, she was a little surprised, and looked at Chen Anzhi with wide autumn eyes.

"You're too sleepy. Chen Anzhi laughed and teased.

The girl's face suddenly became hot, and the roots of her ears were red.

Chen Anzhi didn't care, and continued: "Shenkeng Village is located in the deep mountains, no one has known that there is a village in this mountain for hundreds of years, that is, in recent days, a branch of the North Yellow River has flooded, somehow flooded a nearby mountain, and rushed out of a stone tablet engraved with Shenkeng Village, which makes people know that there is a Shenkeng Village inside. It's just that the people who went in all came out in a panic, and when they got home, they seemed to be different people, saying that they were in a coma, and it was more like they were having a big dream, so there was a saying that they were fascinated by monsters. ”

After some words, Mu Ruyi pondered, nodded and said: "I have heard of the flooding of the North Yellow River, it is not the main road of the Yellow River, but the branch of the Langxi River, I heard that it is because a small town on the edge of the Yellow River demolished the river temple that divides the water, which caused the Langxi River God to be dissatisfied, and the flood flooded a radius of 100 miles, and all 3,000 households died. This matter was known to Songgao Shenjun, which made him angry, and he was about to behead the Langxi River God at that time, if it were not for the favoritism of the river lord of the main road of the North Yellow River, I am afraid that the Xilang River has changed hands, and his punishment is only to imprison the Langxi River for a hundred years, and not to be incense. ”

Chen Anzhi remained silent, but Mu Ruyi clenched his fists angrily and waved fiercely, "Three thousand families died because of the displeasure of this river god, and that river god, bah, that beast is just this painless punishment, the most infuriating thing is that I wrote to my father, and my father actually advised me to practice with peace of mind and don't care about these idle things." ”

"What do you say are the lives of those 3,000 people? What is my father thinking? Will I still be afraid of a little river god?" The younger girl said with red eyes and tears rolling uncontrollably, but she still said with a face full of anger: "If one day I am a master of the sword, I will kill this Langxi River God first!"

Chen Anzhi glanced at the little girl meaningfully, and put his palm on her head, "You will become a sword immortal who is a master of swordsmanship, and you are also a king who cares about the people, but you are not a king who is good at governing the country." ”

Chen Anzhi said seriously, Mu Ruyi was stunned, she saw Chen Anzhi with such a serious look for the first time, she was speechless for a moment, and asked softly, "Why?"

Why?

Mu Ruyi didn't understand.

In the eyes of this girl who has a clear distinction between right and wrong and is full of righteousness, a mistake is a mistake and must be punished accordingly.

Chen Anzhi shook his head and walked forward without answering.

It's not that he doesn't know the answer, he just doesn't know how to answer, do you want to tell Mu Ruyi that when he was a teenager, he had beheaded a big demon entrenched in a small river, and after the big demon died, the aura in the river rioted and flooded an entire village. A small river where a little demon is entrenched is still like this, not to mention the river god who obeys the will of the people and cultivates the golden body enshrined in the temple, if it is rashly cut off, I am afraid that it will not only be 3,000 families who will die by then.

Is this fair to the 3,000 families? The answer is no, but is it fair to the many more people who will die when the river overflows?

Minimizing the damage is what a monarch should do.

Of course, this is not to say that the river god can be free from now on, as I said before, a hundred years out of the river, not subject to incense, so who does the incense offered by the people in this section of the river belong to? In fact, think about it, you know, but in a hundred years, the Langxi River will inevitably change owners, but this time is indeed a little long.

In the final analysis, this righteousness in the world is not really righteousness.

Chen Anzhi naturally wouldn't say these words, which would inevitably mess up the righteousness in Mu Ruyi's heart, so he thought about it and said, "Miss Mu, you will be a sword immortal." ”

Mu Ruyi thought for a while and said, "I don't want to be a sword immortal." ”

"Huh?"

"The Sword Immortal is too small to be worthy of my Mu Great Immortal. ”

"I'm going to be the second in this world. ”

"Great Sword Immortal. ”

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Along the way.

The two men had walked through the valley for about two hours, and the dirt road, which had still been traced, was completely filled with weeds and branches, some of which were sloping forward, indicating that someone had walked here not long ago.

It's a bit further along.

Tree.

Grassland.

Sunlight.

It's all gone.

It's a place where night falls.

Not far away are muddy ridges, and beyond are smoky villages, walls made of wood tied together with hemp rope, and low houses patched with mud and straw.

The cold air was bone-chilling, and a big red lantern was hung at the door of every house, and the faint light seemed to be hanging in mid-air, looking at the two outsiders from a distance.

A hint of palpitation flashed in Mu Ruyi's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "It seems that we have arrived." ”

Chen Anzhi pinched his eyebrows with his index finger and thumb, and suddenly felt a little tricky, and sighed: "Yes." ”

In the distance, two figures slowly walked by, one tall and one short, one old and one young, a pair of grandchildren.

The old man was kind and kind, and his smile was kind.

The girl wore pigtails, and a sweet smile appeared on her round face, "Who are you?"

The little girl's words, with a little pride, are very simple and without a trace of distractions.

Chen Anzhi was silent, looking indifferently at the village behind the old and young.

Mu Ruyi stared at the old and young pair, and her moving eyes quietly flashed with a hint of gold, as if thousands of stars burst into her eyes, gathered, and dissipated.

Gradually, a slight pain came, making her eyes a little blurry, and blood beads quietly drew out of the corners of her eyes.

Obviously, this is a spell that is quite burdensome to herself, and now she has forcibly cast it, and she bears great pain.

A palm suddenly put on her shoulder and pinched it gently, Mu Ruyi's eyes Jin Xi suddenly fell into the deepest depths, and when he turned his head, Liu Ye's eyebrows were wrapped in thick doubts, but he saw Chen Anzhi smiling slightly.

Mu Ruyi sighed, a wry smile hung on the corner of her mouth, the old man is still a kind old man, and the girl is still the innocent girl, without the slightest change.

Chen Anzhi tilted his head to his ear and lowered his voice, "Don't worry, I'm here." ”

"Where did the two descendants come from?" the old man asked curiously, apparently not caring about the girl's eyes.

Mu Ruyi's soles of his feet were slightly forced, full of vigilance, but Chen Anzhi lied easily, "I came from the capital of Daliang, passed through here, and accidentally got lost." ”

"It seems so. The old man said with a smile.

The girl smiled brightly, "Recently, a lot of lost people have come to our village, and our village has not been so lively for a long time." ”

Mu Ruyi was silent, and the person who got lost in the little girl's mouth thought that it should be someone who came to touch the gold, or a disciple of various sects who came to eliminate the demon after hearing the news.

"Go back along this road, but you should be able to get out in four or five hours, and you will be able to live in the future. The old man took the girl's hand, and his eyes fell on the young man behind Mu Ruyi, as if to dissuade him.

Chen Anzhi said with a smile: "Dare to ask the old gentleman, those who have lost their way, have they ever followed this road home?"

The old man put his hand on the top of the girl's head, caressing it gently, his eyes were full of sadness, and after a long time, he slowly spoke: "This road is too long, maybe someone has left, I can't remember exactly, but those people in the village, the moment they got lost, they couldn't get out again." ”

"Go away, Housheng, while you are not really lost. The old man's words were full of vicissitudes and helplessness.

Fluttering clothes.

The breeze remains.

Chen Anzhi took a step forward, waved his sleeves, flipped through the book in the breeze with his sleeves, and said, "People always have to go home." ”

The white-clothed swordsman who has lived for 3,000 years and read all the books in the world, how can it be so simple to turn the book with two sleeves, his wind is even stronger and more arrogant, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the style of tearing books.

As if he was disturbed by this sentence, perhaps it was the crispness blown by the wind blowing through the flipping book, the old man raised his head suddenly, staring at the young man in white in front of him, and his cloudy eyes showed a rare trace of clarity.

There is no warm sun in the sky, and a bright moon does not know when it will appear.

The white of the ground was one after another, making everything in front of him seem to become chaotic.

The girl raised her little head and looked at the moon in the sky, her face was a blank face that should not be there at this age.

She said, "Grandpa, let's go back." ”

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