"Grandpa Fang, nowadays, copper coins are neither heads nor tails. Jiang Xiaoman lowered his head to look at the copper coin standing on the bluestone ground, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled: "In this way, how can it be regarded as auspicious or evil?"

"Coins stand with mixed blessings. Fang Mo was silent for a while, retracted his mind, glanced deeply at the young man in front of him, and spoke softly, "It also means that for you, this Zhu Xianjing may be a blessed land that hides great opportunities, or it may be an abyss for asking for your life." ”

Jiang Xiaoman scratched his head, looked at Ji Xiaoyue, and then at Miss Xiao.

Mixed blessings......

For a while, it was really difficult for the teenager to choose.

The blessed land that hides great opportunities, he feels that it doesn't matter.

In this life, people will always encounter all kinds of opportunities.

It is undoubtedly the best to be able to catch it, and it is inevitable that you will have to catch it desperately.

But if you can't catch it, then you must have the spirit of getting what I am fortunate to do.

How many people are in this river and lake, ups and downs, and have exhausted their lives.

In the end, it's not the word free and easy that is chasing.

However, it is just two simple words, but in the eyes of most people, it has become a luxury.

Come to think of it, only a newcomer who has just come out of the rivers and lakes like a teenager, and the fool who laughs but is a fool in the eyes of the world, may really be able to do it.

It was the abyss of asking for life in the old man's mouth that made him mind a lot.

Jiang Xiaoman is not a person who likes to hesitate.

But he is a simple person who is willing to think more for the people around him.

Most of the men in the Jiang family are like this.

Holding the sword of killing, the body holding the heart of Shura.

It can crisscross the battlefield, can look at the temple, and can enjoy the rivers and lakes.

But he can also put away his edge, and he is kind like a child.

This time, it's not just about him.

There are also Ji Xiaoyue and a girl surnamed Xiao, the two of them insist on going down together.

And he didn't want the two of them to follow him on the adventure.

Several people fell silent, and the temperature in the air grew hotter.

This weather, this kind of time.

It would be nice if it could rain happily......

A little donkey kicks and taps, walking briskly through the mountains.

Maybe it was so hot that it couldn't help but stop.

Raising his neck and looking up to the sky, he roared like thunder and soared into the sky.

Within a radius of dozens of miles, all the beasts in the mountains are crawling on the ground and trembling.

But in an instant, the dark clouds rolled in.

Before they could get closer, they scattered in the sky at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye.

The little donkey roared unwillingly, and its hooves fluttered lightly, splashing up bursts of dust.

......

"As for this, whether you want to go to the sea or stay is up to you. ”

Fang Mo spoke slowly, he squatted down and picked up the copper coin.

I put it between my mouth and blew it gently, and then carefully wiped it with my sleeve, and then carefully put it into my sleeve.

The old man put his hands behind his back, not caring if the ground was hot or not.

Shaking off his robe, he simply sat down and waited quietly for the three young men to decide.

After standing for a long time, he was really tired.

Jiang Xiaoman couldn't bear to let the old man sit on the hot ground and wait too long.

He was about to open his mouth, but was preempted by the chapel beside him.

Ji Xiaoyue's big eyes flickered, and her curved long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she said happily: "Grandpa Fang, we want to go down to that well to have a look, maybe we can really subdue that big snake, and then eat a meal of snake meat!"

The girl surnamed Xiao looked at Xiao Tang, and her extremely beautiful eyes were full of light.

When she was a child, she asked Siu Shuer what it was to really like someone.

On that day, the mother who had loved Dugu Zhai all her life was relieving her lovesickness with wine.

Xiao Shu'er drank the last glass of wine, and then chuckled, "What is liking someone? If he wants to see this river and lake, you are willing to accompany him to the end of the world with a sword. If he is tired of this red dust and retreats to the mountains, you are willing to accompany him to turn gray hair. If he dies, you will accompany him into the ghost house. If he wants this world, you will beat three thousand drums of red dust for him. ”

"Mother, you say, will I meet such a person in the future?"

"Ying'er, you're still too young. When you grow up, you'll meet someone like that!"

"Mother's ......" Xiao Ying woke up from her memories, she looked at Ji Xiaoyue and muttered in a low voice.

"You said I was right, Jiang Daxia!"

Xiao Tang looked at the helpless young man beside him, and raised his chin proudly.

Jiang Xiaoman didn't know what to say, there was really no way to deal with Ji Xiaoyue, a dead girl.

Originally, he was going to give up.

At least, after Ji Xiaoyue and Miss Xiao are separated, they will go down the well alone.

But who would have expected Ji Xiaoyue to guess his careful thoughts.

Before he could speak, he had already made a decision for himself.

Jiang Xiaoman couldn't help but raise his hand to rub his hairy head, but he was dodged by the extremely clever little girl, and then let out a string of laughter like silver bells.

At this time, it happened that Zhou Mahu, who had gone to get the rope before, led two young men who decided to stay, and the three people carried three bundles of thick ropes and walked towards here.

Fang Mo picked up the crutches beside him and stood up with support.

Jiang Xiaoman hurriedly stepped forward to help, but he waved his hand to signal that he didn't need to.

He stood up and patted the dirt on his robe.

The old man commanded Zhou Mahu, who couldn't help but pant in this hot weather: "Mahu, you go to the house to get some pen, ink, paper, and inkstone." ”

Zhou Ma nodded and gently wiped the sweat that kept rolling down his face and neck.

Regardless of whether the sun was scorching or not, he turned and walked towards his home.

After a while, he hurried over with a bunch of four treasures of the study.

He handed these pen, ink, paper and inkstones to Jiang Xiaoman, knowing the old man's mind.

Fang Mo held a cane in his hand, looked at the young man in front of him, and said with a smile: "Jiang boy, I see that your heavenly court is full, and the luck behind you is red and purple." Come to think of it, he must have been born in the family of the prince of the general, right?"

Jiang Xiaoman didn't hide it, and said softly: "Grandpa Fang, my father is the overseer of Vermilion Bird City on the border of our Great Xia Dynasty, Jiang Yao!"

The old man bowed his head slightly, and secretly said no wonder.

The children of the Supreme Clan of the Southern Regions should be like this.

Fang Mo said solemnly: "Old decay is still the same sentence, if you want to go down to Zhu Xianjing, then leave a letter to your family first." ”

Jiang Xiaoman understood what the old man meant, he nodded, spread out the paper and ink, and raised the pen to write lightly.

He writes very quickly, and his pen is full of style.

One by one, left and right, rigid and soft.

Between the lines, there is a taste of tyranny.

This is a strong gun intent, and only people who have been pouring into the gun for decades can have such a taste.

Practicing calligraphy and practicing guns is the same truth, which can be seen in subtle ways.

When the two are practiced to the end, they are refining their hearts.

The next pen and gun need to be decisive, and there must be that indomitable momentum.?

Ji Xiaoyue poked her head to see Jiang Xiaoman holding a pen and splashing ink on the paper, and a pair of big eyes were about to squint together.

Watching this guy Jiang Xiaoworm write is undoubtedly a pleasure.

Words are like people, and this sentence is a lie.

Jiang Xiaoworm, this guy, is a little 'ugly', but the words are still quite beautiful.

is not like himself, he is naturally beautiful and beautiful like a flower.

But just this word, it really can't be handled......

The little girl didn't know why Jiang Xiaoman wrote so well.

That's all because when I was a child, I was forced out by Lin Mei with a feather duster.

And she, lazy character.

When I was a child, I let my ghost mother-in-law coerce and tempt in every way, and she could not move.

The little girl felt that she could recognize and write the words.

Why do you have to force yourself to write well, and you can't eat it anyway.

Now, Ji Xiaoyue really regrets it.

It's a pity, where in this world can there really be that regret medicine to eat.

If you want to show off in front of others, you have to suffer bitterly behind your back.

That's not wrong at all......

When she waited for the boy to write, and then took the brush from Jiang Xiaoworm's hand, she couldn't help but make a bitter face, and said pitifully: "Is it okay not to write?"

Jiang Xiaoman raised his eyebrows and played with taste: "What do you say?"

"Okay! I'll write!" the little girl gritted her teeth, buried her head and wrote earnestly.

Ji Xiaoyue stretched out her hand to block the paper in front of her, not asking Jiang Xiaoworm and Miss Xiao to peek.

She writes very slowly, and every word is written carefully.

But when it's finished, the effect is inevitably a little unsatisfactory.

Without waiting for the young man next to her to react, she quickly folded the letter and stuffed it into the envelope and handed it to the old man, so that Jiang Xiaoman would not have a chance to see it.

"Stingy ......"

Jiang Xiaoman pursed his lips and didn't care.

Xiao Ying looked at the two of them with some embarrassment, she had no relatives in this world, and she didn't know who to write this letter to.

If there really is, then maybe there is only the 'Dugu Zhai' uncle who is still stupidly loved by his mother until his death.

Thinking like this, the girl surnamed Xiao turned her back on her hands and pretended to be relaxed: "That, I won't write it, no one will receive it anyway." ”

"You can leave a letter for Uncle Dugu!"

Ji Xiaoyue stopped bouncing and said quickly.

After saying that, the little girl regretted it a little.

Turning his head, he cautiously looked at the ginger worm who happened to reach out and grab her collar at this moment.

Seeing the young man smiling, his face did not change at all.

Only then did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and even Jiang Xiaoman was not angry when he reached out to rub his head.

"Well, that's fine. ”

Xiao Ying couldn't help but look up at Jiang Gongzi, who was chasing Ji Xiaoyue and fighting, which was meaningful.

Reached for a pen and paper, bowed his head and began to write......

When Miss Xiao lowered her head, Jiang Xiaoman let go of Xiao Tang's collar.

He looked at the girl's focused face surnamed Xiao and subconsciously shrugged his shoulders.

If nothing else, in two days, my father and mother will be able to receive the letter they sent back earlier.

I don't know if at that time, there will be a 'war of the century' secretly brewing in the house, as I expected.

However, it seems that every time my father and my mother have an argument.

The one who admits defeat first in the end will definitely be Daddy.

For as long as he can remember, it has never changed.

Thinking like this, the corners of the boy's mouth lifted slightly.

Three people, three letters.

It was pinched in the old man's hand, and then carefully folded and put into his arms.

......

"Remember, if you shake the rope if you feel in danger, I'll let them pull you up at once. ”

Next to the ancient well that is said to be able to lead directly to the nine shades engraved with the word Zhu Xian, the old man gave a serious explanation to the three young people.

At this time, Jiang Xiaoman, together with Ji Xiaoyue and Xiao Ying.

All three of them were tied with sturdy ropes around their waists, interlocking with each other.

"Remembered. Jiang Xiaoman looked at the old man, smiled easily, and nodded in response.

After saying that, he bent down and grabbed the mouth of the well, and immediately jumped down into the well.

"Wait for me!"

Ji Xiaoyue is in a hurry, this ginger worm will be a hero!

The little girl tugged at the rope around her waist, and after making sure that it was safe, she hurriedly jumped down behind Jiang Xiaoman.

Xiao Ying followed, fearless.

At the other end of the rope, it was tied to the dragon-like branch of the towering old camphor that dozens of people surrounded and couldn't hold.

Three ropes, held tightly in the hands of the three young men of Zhou Mahu, slowly slid down the well.

This ancient well is next to the courtyard of the ancestral house in Zhuxian Town.

If you stand in the air and look down, the word Zhu Xian is simple on the edge of the well.

On the side of the Zhu character, under the sunlight, a vague carving can be faintly seen.

"Zhu Xian?"

In the void, an indiscernible voice sounded softly.

There was a hint of disbelief in his tone.

In the chaos, there stood a middle-aged man dressed in ink.

With long hair and a shawl, and delicate facial features, he looks like an ordinary scribe.

It was the seventh pavilion master who was the best at hiding his body in the twelve pavilions in the Heavenly Pavilion, Xu Yu.

The voice just now came from his mouth.

He thought of a legend, didn't dare to slack off, stroked the ring on his hand, and took out a cyan jade slip.

This jade is not an extraordinary thing, and it is engraved with a magic circle, which is called a thousand miles of transmission notes.

It's just that he didn't have time to wake up the magic circle in the jade talisman.

Suddenly, I felt a chill behind my back.

He couldn't help but feel creepy, and he didn't dare to move.

A cold palm was slowly climbing up his throat, and then with a slight pinch, only to hear a click, it crushed his neck bone.

Then, the cold qi poured into his body with a ferocious momentum, and rampaged.

This momentum shattered his dantian and destroyed his internal organs.

"Who......?"

Xu Yu, as a half-step prince's great monk, did not die immediately.

Before losing consciousness, he turned around with difficulty, trying to see who had killed him.

It's a pity that as soon as Xu Yu made a move, the man struck out with another palm, which directly pierced his heart.

"You shouldn't have taken out that jade talisman. ”

As he was engulfed by the chaos, he faintly heard a cold, emotionless voice.

This voice reminded him of the legendary Netherworld Mansion.

Perhaps, only those who come out there will have such a cold voice.