The dark room is lit with oil lamps, and everyone's backs are magnified and projected on the wall, making it look like a strange secret room from a distance. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Brother Niu supported the old mother from the inner room to the outhouse at the door. Although the outhouse is not large, there are two delicate rattan chairs and a low table in the main hall of the house. The broken crockpot on the table is spread out on the table. Brother Da Niu withdrew the eyes that he was about to look at Feng Chen and Compassion, and said with an embarrassed smile: "I am just a mountain village man, and my family is a little simpler. The two young heroes are staying here for the time being. Tomorrow I will go to the village to find a better place for the two young heroes to live. ”

Min Tian waved his hand at the dust and cobwebs in the air, and coughed twice: "Just make do with it!" Feng Chen saw that his junior brother was so rude, which made Brother Da Niu's expression froze. walked up to Brother Da Niu's old mother and hugged him: "Old man, I was so disturbed when I passed by you here today." My brother and I got lost in the snowy mountains, thanks to the rescue of Brother Da Niu. ”

Brother Da Niu suddenly became excited, and wiped his beard with big eyes: "Mother, don't you see, this little brother is very powerful." Child, this snow eagle was caught by the little brother. The old man had bad legs and feet, and he was trembling and ready to bow over to thank the two young heroes. Feng Chen hurriedly grabbed Brother Niu's old mother, clasped his fists and said respectfully: "I'm still bothering you with my junior brother." The moment Feng Chen's slender fingertips touched Brother Da Niu's mother, his expression suddenly became serious. Brother Niu hurriedly blocked Feng Chen's hand and held his mother's hand in his own hand.

Feng Chen looked at Brother Da Niu's hand shaking for a while, and subconsciously asked, "I don't know if the old man's illness is good?"

A few drops of sweat instantly appeared on Brother Niu's forehead, which looked distinct under the faint oil lamp. He sighed and said, "Don't hide it from Shaoxia, my old lady is not in good health." I often faint inexplicably, and I have asked a doctor to come and see me outside the village, but I don't get better. It is said that it is possessed by an evil thing, and it needs to be resolved with the blood of a snow eagle. ”

Feng Chen seemed to understand and listened carefully to what Brother Niu said, and he didn't wait to finish speaking. Brother Niu's mother fainted again.

"Quick, get to bed. Feng Chen said hurriedly.

Brother Niu picked up his mother and sent her into the inner room.

Min Tian was not interested in any of this, so he went out and wandered around the village. There were only big bull brothers and Feng Chen left in the inner room, and Feng Chen gently put his index finger and middle finger on the pulse of the old man, and sighed slightly: "The old man has long lost his life, why has this life been maintained to this day." Brother Niu pushed away Feng Chen like crazy, pulled up the knife holder standing in the corner of the wall to chop wood, and looked fierce on Feng Chen's neck: "Since you already know, then I can't leave you alive." ”

I only heard the faint voice on the bed: "Da Niu, you can't do evil anymore!"

The big bull didn't look back, and closed his eyes. Seeing that the firewood knife was about to fall, he suddenly sealed the dust and said calmly: "Witch Gu technique!"

The firewood knife in the bull's hand fell to the ground, and he knelt on the ground and began to weep.

Feng Chen leaned down and helped Brother Niu up, and said in a low voice: "The old mother should still be saved, as long as you find the carrier that the soul dementor attaches to your mother's soul, you can try to borrow the soul to return to the yang." It's just that the process will be very painful for your mother. ”

Brother Niu knelt down to thank Fengchen for being willing to save his mother, and excitedly wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve. On his dark face, he smiled silly.

Feng Chen asked, "I don't know, who told you that Snow Eagle's blood can unravel this Gu technique?"

Brother Da Niu stared at the big eyes and stretched his beard and said: "It was said by a Jianghu Lang who just came to our village in the spring of this year, and he is very spiritual." Saved a lot of people, but it's strange to say. When he told me the prescription, he didn't even look at my mother, and just prescribed it. Many people in the village are treated like this, and everyone treats him as a living immortal. ”

Suddenly, there were only two clangs outside the door, and the door was shaken down. With an arrogant expression, Min Tian dragged a middle-aged lean man in Taoist clothes. This man has a thief's eyebrows, two mustaches on his mouth, and his face is like a withered bitter gourd. Feng Chen and Brother Da Niu rushed out of the inner room almost at the same time, looking at all this in front of them with a blank expression.

Min Tian kicked the thief-eyed Taoist priest to his knees: "Tell me, why are you following me, and why are you hiding outside the house and eavesdropping!"

The Taoist priest said in a hoarse voice: "The villain just happened to pass by, and he was caught by the young man." ”

Brother Da Niu ran forward in a panic at this time, stood in front of Min Tian and apologized: "Shaoxia must have misunderstood, this is the 'Living Immortal' I mentioned to your senior brother just now."

Min Tian turned his head away, looking too lazy to pay attention to them. Walk straight into the house.

Suddenly, the Taoist priest panicked and said, "Ahhh I'm one step ahead. After saying that, he ran away.

Feng Chen didn't say a word, just stood aside and observed everyone's every move. Seeing the Taoist priest's words dodging, it was not easy to ask. I have always known that my junior brother is jealous and hateful, and it is not easy to speak out. I could only pat Brother Niu on the shoulder: "Let's go into the house and say." ”

Min Tian sat on the tattered wooden bed in the corner of the outhouse and looked at his jet-black steel knife, Feng Chen and Da Niu had just stepped in on the front foot, only to see Da Niu's mother jump up from the bed. The nails of his hands were as sharp as thorns, and his eyes were full of flames. Brother Niu rushed over like crazy, trying to stop the old mother. But he was scratched on the face by the old man, and a blood mark instantly bloomed from the dark skin. Brother Niu seemed to have long gotten used to all this, and picked up the rope at the door and threw it at her mother.

The old man was caught in the reins and could not move. But the anger in his eyes burned more and more. Min Tian put down the steel knife in his hand, turned over and jumped up. True Qi gathered, and the tiles scattered on the table rose into the air and flew towards the old man.

Before he could speak, Feng Chen had already drifted in front of the flying tiles. Outsiders couldn't see that Feng Dust was using internal force to block the speed of the tiles flying, and the moment it landed on his body, it was only a slight bruise.

The old man fainted again, and Brother Niu threw down the rope in his hand and ran over.

"God, come over to me. That's Brother Da Niu's mother, how can you hurt a defenseless old man. Feng Chen covered the bleeding wound with one hand and reprimanded sharply.

"All I know is that it's a demon who hurts people. Min Tian replied with an unconvinced face.

Feng Chen raised his hand and was about to fight, but was stopped by Brother Da Niu: "What Shaoxia said is right, my mother is indeed possessed by monsters or bewitched by witchcraft. But ......" said that the big bull brother choked up.

Feng Chen turned around and comforted: "Don't worry, Brother Niu." Tomorrow morning, my junior brother and I will go to find a way to break the witchcraft technique. ”

Brother Niu's eyes were full of guilt and pleading, as if he had encountered a life-saving straw. He learned to seal the dust, and wrapped the palm of his left hand around his right fist: "The old lady's illness is counting on the young man." ”

In the blink of an eye, this was also tossed to the second watch, and the white smoke outside shrouded the surroundings of this small village. Close the door with dust and extinguish the oil lamp. Let the junior disciple sleep on the small bed, sit on the rattan chair by himself, and meditate with his eyes closed. At this time, the snoring of the big cow brother in the inner room was accompanied by the cold wind blowing outside the window, harmoniously playing the music of loneliness at night.