Wang Jianpeng shouted loudly and ran, although everyone did not know what was going on, but because of the situation at the moment, they had to follow him. It wasn't until they chased him through most of the forest that the men held down Wang Jianpeng, who was talking crazy. Although everyone was very puzzled, since the surrounding situation had changed, it was not good to interrogate Wang Jianpeng on the spot, so they had to stretch out his hand to resist his shoulders and go out of the woods together.

The trail is secluded, windy, rainy and cool. It's a chilly time of year. But not only were they not cold, but their backs were covered with sweat and their clothes were wet. Ran and walked, quickly escaping from the depths of the forest. And Heizi was running all the way with Wang Jianpeng on his back, and he was naturally much more tired than others. When he was close to the village, his sideburns were already sweaty, and his face was as red as new.

Since Heizi carried Wang Jianpeng all the way, he naturally fell behind everyone, and when he was still about to walk, he saw everyone stop and block the route. Heizi shouted: "One by one, the light body is not afraid of heavy burdens, Lao Tzu is carrying Lao Wang, if you stop your body, you will lose your strength, and you can't afford it when the time comes." How about you carry it?"

After Kuroko finished speaking, seeing that the man in front of him still didn't let him, he raised his foot angrily, wanting to kick this dog to death. But his body was sore, and he couldn't lift it at the moment, so he had to grit his teeth, raise his huge head and hit the person in front of him.

The man sighed, covered his heart with his backhand, and scolded: "Heizi, Lao Tzu lost his brother today, and he was in a bad mood." Are you fucking big eyes with copper bells specially used to see the girls, you can't see that you have arrived in the village. ”

Heizi was stunned when he heard this, he couldn't care about being ashamed, put Wang Jianpeng down on his shoulder, and looked forward. I only heard the murmuring of the water in front of the village, and there was a loud sound, mixed with a few yellow dog barking softly. I saw the bright moonlight projection left and right, the new hedges on the vines, and the trees bearing fruits, so I was relieved. Eased the spirit of oppression all the way.

"Damn, I knew that the road was so hard, and Lao Tzu shouldn't have entered the deep forest. Now not to mention the loss of Brother Zhuzi and others, there is still Lao Wang who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead. It really shouldn't be, it really shouldn't!" Liu Yang lowered his head and said softly, with both the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe and the surging sorrow for the deceased. He squatted down five short figures, but he squatted beside the newly tied fence, his head bowed, and he was all decadent.

Kuroko was silent when he heard this, thinking about the old man, he lowered his head and whispered, his eyes slightly complicated. But then I thought that since the pillar was not in the secluded forest, and many young hunters in the village were leaderless in the future, they would be the first to take the first place in the future......

When Kuroko thought of this, he raised his head again, and there was pride in his eyes.

Just as everyone stood on the side with their own hearts, swallowing unspeakable traces. A delicate figure moved lightly, falling out of the secluded alley, and before anyone arrived, the sound of a warbler crying had already reached his ears. I heard the woman's voice cry out, "Where is the white fox skin?" ”

Hearing this, Kuroko turned around and patted the dust on his body. Looking at the woman who dragged her skirt out of the shadows, he breathed slightly, walked out in two steps, and his expression changed to be about to answer. But the woman turned a blind eye to him, and just asked, "What about Jianpeng?"

The voice was silent, and naturally no one answered. The woman's heart sank, she looked at the group of people covered with dust and frost with a pair of wonderful eyes, snorted softly, took two steps back, and stretched out her slender fingers to cover her lips.

A man said hoarsely: "Don't worry! But Brother Zhuzi and Xiao Yi, Xiao Yu, they, they ......" The man couldn't cry anymore when he said this, he covered his mouth and nose, staggered to the side, and whimpered in a low voice.

The woman's heart hung upside down, and she almost wanted to fall, but after listening to Brother Jianpeng's five words, the tense heartstrings had relaxed a lot. Seeing that everyone was silent, she thought of Wang Jianpeng's safety, so she couldn't care about a lot and walked out in one step. took Wang Jianpeng, who had already fainted, from the hands of the sunspot, patted him on the cheek and chuckled: "If you are fine, then I am safe!" Without waiting to greet everyone, he helped Wang Jianpeng to go to the south of the village.

The south head of the village is the resting place of the deceased old people in the village, surrounded by green trees, the scenery is very deep and quiet, but it is also suitable for sleeping here. But later, rumors spread in the village that there is a difference between yin and yang in the world, and there is a difference between people and ghosts. If a young woman's husband dies early, it is advisable to move the surviving person to the place where her husband is resting and to live in the grave until she dies of old age, so as to solve the fate of the first life and cut off the fruits of this life. If you continue to stay in the village, there will not only be a disaster of the pearl fetus, but also the danger of separation of people's hearts. The women in the village hated this, but the mountains were high and the emperor was far away, and where could she complain about grievances, so she had to acquiesce. Over time, the convention became a custom, and it has been passed down to this day.

Let's say that the woman helped Wang Jianpeng all the way to the south, and every time the green silk fell, she was drenched in sweat. She looked at Wang Jianpeng, whose complexion turned slightly ruddy, stretched her willow eyebrows, and her starry eyes were bent like crescent moons. The road is long and resistant, and the east gate is difficult. The woman's long gown was slightly wet, and the green silk was wisps, and she arrived at a one-foot secluded place.

The door of the house is ajar, and a pair of ink-stained Spring Festival couplets hang on each side. On the left, it is written, the housewarming of the new house is cut off, and on the right, it is written that you have entered the pyloric door to thank you for your affection. The handwriting is not strong and powerful, but it is very regular.

The woman looked at this half-old Spring Festival couplet, her teeth closed lightly, and her warm eyes were already a little more starlight. She sighed softly and helped Wang Jianpeng stumble all the way into the house. It wasn't until there was a ping-pong sound in the house that she finally put the man who was close to more than 150 catties on top of her incense.

She didn't wait to sit down and rest, but turned around and lit the half-burned lamp and candle in the room, looked at Wang Jianpeng, who looked calm and soft at the moment, and said softly: "Jianpeng, it's all my fault, if it weren't for my greed for vanity, I had to use white fox fur as a long coat, you wouldn't be like this." The woman covered her sleeves and wiped away her tears.

Outside the village, Kuroko and his entourage still stood still and did not move, thinking that there were many dead and injured people along the way, and they were afraid that the village elders would punish them, so they did not dare to enter. When the moonlight was gradually sinking, the four fields were silent, and the east was faintly white, Heizi hesitated and said to everyone: "This time I went into the deep forest to hunt, and we lost a lot. In addition to the three people who have died, including Brother Zhuzi, plus Wang Jianpeng, who does not know whether he is alive or dead, the losses are indeed quite heavy. Tell me what we should do. ”

Hearing this, everyone lowered their heads, looked at the loess under their feet, and was silent. Seeing that no one responded for a long time, Kuroko looked at everyone with a slight gloomy look in his eyes, and he could only bow his head helplessly for a long time.

He is also very helpless about this.

......

It is said that the northern boundary of the village is a land of water valley with a relatively wide field of vision, and because the villagers have opened up more acres of land in the north head, there are very few houses in the north head. Except for a few dilapidated huts built by the good hunters themselves for rest, the others chatted about their tracks. At this moment, in a somewhat elaborate house in the north room, an old man in his fifties was pacing back and forth with a cup of steaming tea, looking quite anxious. It wasn't until the door was lightly slammed and a farmer opened the door and pointed out to him that there was a slight smile on the old man's gloomy face.

The old man didn't wait for the man to start speaking, he put down the cup of steaming tea in his hand. Turned and walked out the door.

Outside the house, the starry night was dark and silent. A man in black stood quietly under a tree on the side of the road, looking at the clear night sky at the moment, with both anticipation and eagerness in his eyes.

"Zhang Xu!" the man called out softly.

Hearing this, the man with the sword turned around and smiled at the two people who came in unison. After the three of them chatted and became acquainted, the old man smiled and waved his hand, and respectfully invited the man into the house. After the two of them resigned several times, they sat down in a priority position.

When the old man sat down, he said with a smile: "Zhang Daxia has been tired of traveling and driving, and this journey must be quite fortunate. I put some common grains and meat in the village in the side hall, and I hope that Zhang Daxia will not be disgusted, and go to relieve the dust first. ”

Zhang Xu smiled when he heard this, but did not speak, but picked up the teacup on the table, and he took a sip of tea. said with a smile: "Elder, the hero will be spared." Zhang Mou is a humble martial artist, there is no such supernatural real person who fishes for the moon for nine days, lying on the flowers and sleeping, and there is no such first-class kung fu master in the rivers and lakes, how can he afford to be called a hero. The elder still calls Zhang by his first name and surname. ”

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and when he saw that Zhang Xu was speaking so humbly, he didn't dare to slack off his words, but instead put down his majestic posture as an elder in the village, and was extremely polite to this man who was a few rounds younger than him.

After a while, when the old man had made a plan in his heart, he took advantage of the candlelight in the house and looked at the man without moving. At this moment, I saw that he was strong and extraordinary, especially in his eyes, and between the ups and downs of his chest, he could hear the soft sound of bones and crackling.

After seeing his romantic posture and extraordinary bearing, the old man secretly bowed his head. He stretched out his finger and tapped the corner of the table, and said, "When Zhang Daxia and all the senior brothers gather here, after planning, how about I go into the mountain to eliminate the demons?"

Zhang Xu chuckled when he heard this, put down the teacup he had just picked up in his hand, he stood up, stretched his arm back, and pulled out the long sword he was carrying behind him with a bang. At this moment, in Zhang Xu's hands, he added three points of graceful posture. The old man stroked his beard and smiled, not only did he not think it was offended, but he admired this man named Zhang Xu even more.

Zhang Xu pulled out the long sword but did not put it back into its sheath, but squatted down and sat on the slightly damp ground. He folded the sword horizontally on his knees, closed his eyes, and clasped his index finger over the blade, holding it with his thumb bent and fingers bent. It wasn't until the sword body was full of colorful clouds that he opened his closed eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

The elder was watching from the sidelines, and he naturally didn't know why. But looking at the light waves of the sword body, crystal bright, the elder has already decided in his heart that this Xu is a first-class master in the world. He clapped his palms and applauded loudly.

Just as the elder was about to ask about Zhang Xu's plan, a thick man slowly walked into the door with an old man who was trembling and slightly dazed. The old man went into the house, and instead of greeting the crowd, he ran over and took up the candlesticks that were lit in the house, and shook them around. What is shouted in his mouth: Death and life are fearless, the cycle of heaven, the suffering of today, the joy of other days. What else is he saying, if I am the Green Emperor in his year, I will definitely have peach blossoms everywhere!

Although Zhang Xu is a reckless man who practices martial arts, he grew up in a wealthy family, and was taken by the master of Fuzhong to discuss poetics since he was a child, and studied scriptures and truths in the academy with the prince of Fuzhong. Although he later entered the Jianghu sect and learned a good martial arts, the scholarly anger infected by the master in his bones not only did not decrease, but instead integrated the heroism of fighting the sword and the truth of poetry and calligraphy, and sometimes there were places to corroborate each other. Hearing the news of the moving ape, he volunteered to take the lead.

The old man was still talking crazy, he touched his gray beard, jumped in front of Zhang Xu and touched his sideburns and hair, and said with a smile: "The self-proclaimed romantic swordsman is full of dirty deeds. The self-proclaimed scholar is all traitorous and rebellious. ”

Zhang Xu's expression remained unchanged, he took a closer look at the man's clothes, and then turned to look at the sky that was already getting brighter outside. It seems to be touched.

The old man's expression was still the same, as if he had long been accustomed to such situations, and could even be said to be accustomed to them. He smiled helplessly, and touched the man's gray hair with a sad face. He crossed the lampstand and stretched out his sleeves to wipe away the saliva from the corner of the man's mouth. Then he said with a sad feeling: "Zhang Daxia doesn't want to laugh." Thirty years ago, Brother Jin entered the depths of the forest and came out like this. Not to mention the ordinary words of communication with people, even eating and drinking need to be served, as if now is the time to behave better!" The old man shook his gray hair with a sad face.

Zhang Xu sighed lightly when he heard this, and his figure took two steps back, and he was also speechless. He lifted the three-foot Qingfeng upside down in his hand, and there was a chill in his eyes.

Zhang Xu wants to get rid of the demon today!