A few days after the Battle of Tai'an Castle, in a remote rural village on the Tokaido Road.

This place, where even my own people don't know what the name of the village is, was really lively for a while many years ago because of one person.

The county chronicle records that this is called Houtu Village, the Houtu of Huangtianhoutu, but the village has been passed down from the older generation, with a strong accent from generation to generation, it is called crooked, Houtu Village, it sounds like these words.

Houtu Village also has another name, called Sword God Village.

Because it is said that there is a master of sword in Murakami, who is revered as the most holy of swordsmanship, the god of swords, and is called Ning Xiaoyao or something.

Although the older generation swears by it, as if they were neighbors like Ning Xiaoyao before, few young people believe it, and no matter how God it is, they haven't really seen it.

But there are really a lot of people who come to the door, saying that they are here to see the place where the sword god once lived, and maybe they can also have an epiphany of the earth-shattering swordsmanship, but most of these people come to the door and return with a bad mood. Later, after Ning Xiaoyao seemed to have become a kind of legend, Houtu Village also returned to tranquility, and no one came.

At the end of the village is a dilapidated house that seems to have been abandoned for years.

Many people have tried the idea of this house, but in the end they were dissuaded and stopped, saying that the family is still outside, and it is good to have a place to go if they come back.

Who wants to come back to this barren and overgrown yard?

Quite a few people think so.

Ding San at the head of the village went out early in the morning with a hoe, and there was no work in the field in winter, at most he loosened the soil and waited for the spring to borrow an ox to plow the land.

He really can't stand the nagging of the mother-in-law at home, which is even more irritating than listening to the rooster crowing while sleeping.

They are all wealthy families, but seeing that these three sons have grown up one by one and have reached the age of starting a family, this father can't kick out the door without giving anything and let them earn a living on their own, which is too unusual.

It's easy to ask the matchmaker to tell me about the family affairs, but the girl's family made a request, saying that she is the boss and honest, and she also has the strength to make a child, and the little couple can live a life in the future, but the family is already a family of five, and you can't let the girl's family marry and live with her parents-in-law and brother-in-law, it's too unseemly.

What people are telling is also the truth, but it is not easy for the three sons of the Ding family to grow up, where will they get the spare money to build a house for the boss.

Just because of this, the matchmaker said that it is convenient

has been dragging on until now there is no movement, the mother-in-law at home is anxious and broken, and she has been empty for the past two days and began to chatter, either that he has no ability or dislikes his son is a wreck, and he has a good meal back and forth.

Lao Ding was upset when he heard it, and he couldn't wait to give the woman two big mouths, but when he thought about it, the husband and wife had shared weal and woe all these years, and if they were really reluctant, they were so depressed that they went out with a hoe as soon as they were slightly bright.

Lao Ding's land is in the east of the village, and he has been busy for a long time with his head stuffy, and his forehead is already sweating, and his heart is more comfortable.

In winter, the sun rises late, and when the work is finished, the sun slowly peeks out from the east, and the sun pierces the clouds and scatters on the ground, and the whole Houtu village begins to hear movement.

"The house behind the village has been abandoned for so many years, why don't those old people let them move?"

In the field with his head out of the old Ding can just see the yard behind the village, I heard that the man went out to work hard in the early years and has not come back, only one woman is left at home, and then the woman does not know whether it is a sickness or how to die of illness, the people in the village think that the man is dead, a widow is also unlucky, so he found a place in the back mountain to bury, and the grave did not even leave a name.

The ghost made the god worse, Lao Ding picked up the hoe and quietly went to the courtyard behind the village.

If it really doesn't work, go and send some things to the squire to walk around, anyway, this house is deserted, it's better to take it over and clean it up, and arrange this family business for your boss.

When he arrived at the courtyard, Lao Ding pushed the door, and the two wooden doors opened with a bang.

There's no lock on it.

Lao Ding thought to himself.

When I went into the yard, I stepped on the soft soles of my feet, and when I looked closely, it turned out to be all over the yard with dead weeds, and I don't know who had hoeed them clean, and the ground was full of turned up dirt.

Looking further inside, there were two candles lit under the collapsed roof.

Lao Ding saw that a spirit hurriedly ran out, his legs seemed to have been beaten by something, and goosebumps soon crawled all over his body.

There are ghosts!

No wonder the old people don't let this yard move, it's really evil!

In front of the mound of graves in the back mountain, there was a faint figure, and I didn't see it until dawn, but it was Ning Xiaoyao, who retreated from the enemy with a sword in Tai'an City.

He sat in front of the grave and held a half-human-high mountain stone in his hand, but for some reason his beard was white, his expression was haggard and tired, and he did not have the Tai'an City of that day

The look on the Demmen.

"Let's talk about it, you wait for me at home, and when I get famous, I will come back and live a stable life, I am really famous, they all call me the Sword God Sword Immortal, even Mu Sanqian's kid, don't look at him A Ning old man screamed, he actually respects me more than anyone else in his heart." ”

"I forgot to tell you, the wood boy and the raised boy I met in Xishu, both of them are hard-working babies, no father at a young age, no mother's love, and have to run errands for the enemy, I feel distressed when he looks at it, raising a boy is like a piece of wood, and he can't beat a fart with three sticks, but he's smart. ”

"I'm old, and I've helped everything I can, and it's up to them to make it to their own creation. ”

"You're still the same as you were back then, right, I've become an old man, I don't know if I'll be disgusted when you see me. ”

"I've wronged you, I've been dead for so many years and don't even have a tombstone, it's not good for me, no matter how powerful the sword is, it's not as good as the stable life I live with you, why didn't my stupid brain understand it earlier? ”

"You too, don't stop me, you believe what I say on weekdays, why follow me so much, I have to blame you. ”

Ning Xiaoyao said as he used a sword that had been broken in half to cut the mountain stone neatly, and he was meticulously repaired.

Then he dropped the broken sword and put his finger through the stone tablet to write something.

"Okay now, I'm home, home. ”

Ning Xiaoyao's voice gradually became quieter, until there was no movement at all.

He still sat in front of the grave with a slightly chubby body, as if it were a stone statue.

"Where, where?"

Lao Ding ran back from the back of the village, called a few prime of people and returned to the back of the village, can it still be haunted in broad daylight?

They were all skeptical, but after following Lao Ding over, they did see burnt candles in the courtyard that had been abandoned for I don't know how many years.

"Back mountain, there are people over there in the back mountain!"

The more daring ones also ran to the back mountain, but they really found that there was a situation.

Almost the entire Houtu Village people carried hoes and sticks up the back mountain, but they only saw a fat old man sitting in front of a dumped grave who didn't know when to breathe, and there was an additional tombstone in front of the grave, which read: The tomb of Ning Xiaoyao's beloved wife Wu Guizhi.

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