When the barefoot old man eats, he can see that he is very calm, and there is no sense of tightness. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info he saw Zhuo Yifan constantly looking at himself, and he couldn't stop looking at the purple gold bell on his wrist, and he just smiled at him faintly.

However, it can be seen that when the barefoot old man looked at Zhuo Yifan, his eyes were full of pity, and when he looked at Zhuo Song, he was full of regrets.

After drinking and eating, the barefoot old man said goodbye to Zhuo Song.

Seeing that the snow was still falling, Zhuo Song still tried his best to keep the old man to spend the night in Zhuojian Villa.

Helpless, the barefoot old man has made up his mind.

failed, and Zhuo Song had no choice but to stop reluctantly.

The barefoot old man walked slowly to the door, looked up at the falling snowflakes, and then froze. He hesitated for a moment, as if in a dilemma, and then turned back again.

Facing Zhuo Song, he wanted to speak at first.

Then he muttered "yes" to himself and spoke.

I saw him say to Zhuo Song: "Master Zhuo Zhuang, I don't know if you have ever thought about turning to other businesses? ”

"Why is that? The old man must know that our Zhuo family has been forging swords for more than a hundred years, how can we say that we won't do it if we don't do it?" Zhuo Song wondered.

"Lao Suo is foolish, sword forging is an ominous business. There are more sword casts, and when the world is in conflict, it is inevitable to fight each other, so there will be more damage and more resentment. If you have a lot of grievances, you have nowhere to go, and you may turn back again, which is not good for the swordsmith. The so-called one report and one report must be guarded against. The barefoot old man sighed.

"If Master Zhuo Zhuang can restart other businesses as a livelihood, and can also do it, why should he hold the blade of a sword and hurt others and himself?"

Hearing this, Zhuo Song was shocked.

After a long time, it slowly calmed down.

"Zhuo Song is here to thank the old man. However, the ancestral industry passed down from generation to generation, Song categorically did not dare to abandon it. ”

Seeing that Zhuo Song did not change his original intention, the barefoot old man shook his head helplessly.

"Alas, by birth there will be wonders. Today's June snow is not white, and I hope that the owner of Zhuo Zhuang will think twice. ”

After speaking, the old man was still barefoot, and walked towards the door without looking back, leaving only the crisp sound of the purple gold bell on his wrist, which echoed in the air for a long time.

Zhuo Song watched the old man walk out of the door suspiciously, and he was very frightened at this time. But he also knows that this view is just the old man's personal opinion, and it may not be correct. But the family's century-old foundation cannot be lost, otherwise what face will there be to see the ancestors and ancestors.

Night fell quickly, and it was pitch black so that you couldn't see anything. The goose feather snow that drifted in the courtyard of Zhuojian Villa soon covered the ground with a thick layer. It accumulates more and more, thicker and thicker, enough to cover everything in Zhuojian Villa, thick enough to bury Zhuojian Villa in a bottomless ice cave.

The temperature in the air is getting colder and colder, and people keep adding clothes, but it seems to be to no avail, and charcoal fires have to be burned in the villa to keep warm.

Watching the charcoal fire burn more and more, everyone smiled, but they kept adding charcoal to it, completely forgetting the saying that "there is no charcoal in the furnace".

The temperature in the room has risen, and people have gradually forgotten the cold and cold, and forgot to warm themselves in an abnormal way, which is actually a practice that violates the way of heaven.

Going against the sky, everything will eventually be returned, just like someone exchanging the length of life for the fiery flame of life. Originally, it was all balanced, and the length of life inevitably became the price for no reason.

Zhuo Song has been thinking about the meaning of every sentence of the barefoot old man, and he is a little sleepless. When this kind of thing happens, it is impossible for anyone to act as if it is nothing.

In the middle of the night, the wind was still roaring, the temperature was constantly decreasing, and Zhuo Song was in a daze when he heard the sound of snow still falling outside.

窸窸窣窣窣......

窸窸窣窣窣......

This voice has been heard for a long time, and it makes people's hearts hairy. It was as if a demon was haunting with slight footsteps, and it was like a demon's eyes looking at the room and making a sound.

Suddenly, Zhuo Song seemed to hear someone shouting his name. The voice sounded creepy, and the grief was mixed with pain.

"The secret of heaven must not be revealed, the owner of Zhuo Zhuang is so self-conscious. ”

Zhuo Song straightened up and listened. Only the rustling of snow outside could be heard, and nothing else.

The sound of the wind and snow falling lingered in his ears, but he still vaguely felt that someone was calling his name.

Confused, he got out of bed and walked slowly under the eaves.

Zhuo Jian Villa was still rustling with snow, and the sky was dark. He looked up and stared at the dark sky, and he couldn't see anything but dark black and dark black.

However, as the eyes stayed longer, the dark sky did not seem to be so dark, and the more I looked, the more I felt that I could see things clearly in the dark, and many things kept coming into view. In the midst of that vast black curtain, more and more things seemed to wriggle. It's just that the shape of these things is not seen intuitively by the eye, but is imaged in the mind first, and only then can the vague shadows of those things be seen.

Between the transitions when he leaned over, he seemed to see several long strips flying and circling in the sky above Zhuo Jian Villa, floating east and west for a while, but the distance was too high to see clearly.

Zhuo Song rubbed his sleepy eyes, and then formed in his mind according to the outline, and could vaguely recognize that there were many snake-like things dancing with teeth and claws, constantly changing the direction of his body, but he didn't know if the snake was tied with a rope or had tentacles hanging down.

Unrecognizable, snake-like and not snake-like.

Zhuo Song was puzzled, and rubbed his eyes vigorously, but saw that the sky was dark, and there was nothing unusual.

Maybe, maybe nothing.

It's just that the night gives a pair of black eyes, but someone uses it to find the dragon.

Early the next morning, Zhuo Jian Villa was still busy as usual. Because of the snow, people get up early to clear the snow.

When everyone got up, they were surprised to find that there was no snow on the ground. The temperature is back to what it should be in summer, is it because the weather is hot and the snow has melted?

Maybe, maybe someone is right to be smart.

But is it really as simple as it seems?

Nobody knows.

"Ah, help, help!"

Suddenly, a miserable voice came from the gate of Zhuo Jian Villa.

I saw everyone rushing towards the gate, and Zhuo Song also hurried up after hearing the voice.

It turned out to be the man who guarded the door yesterday who shouted for help. I saw that he was trembling all over now, his face was pale, his lips were purple, his hands were constantly shaking, his head was shaking uncontrollably, and his expression was sluggish and stiff.

Zhuo Song pushed aside everyone and saw a person lying at the door, his body was stiff, but his familiar clothes were scattered around.

It was the clothes that Zhuo Song gave to the barefoot old man last night.

At this time, the barefoot old man was no longer breathing. Judging from the body posture, it should have frozen to death. It is not known whether the two arms are caused by freezing or strangulation, and they show purple spots.

It's a bit unbelievable to freeze to death in this situation. Because he was at the gate, the clothes sent by Zhuo Song were thick enough, and it was impossible to freeze to death when he wore them.

But why didn't he knock or put his clothes on?

For a while, everyone in Zhuo Jian Villa was talking, and there were all kinds of speculations.

Zhuo Song was also shocked, more surprised, and even worried.

At present, I can only order everyone to buy a coffin for the barefoot old man and bury it properly.

In view of the fact that Zhuo Yifan is going to marry Yue Linglong on the sixth day of the next month, Zhuo Jian Villa has such a thing happened before such an important day, and I have to say that it is a little unlucky.

In Liangcheng, people attach great importance to this kind of thing, and it is also quite taboo. It's just that it has already happened, and we must find a way to break the bad luck, otherwise it will bring a very bad feeling to the happy event.

Zhuo Song was also disturbed by this matter at the moment. He thought about it and decided to hold a celebration in the village, so as to come and go.