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About 30 miles north from Xiayan Village, there is a village similar to Xiayan Village, which is located at the foot of the mountain according to the continuous mountain of Bird and Mouse Mountain, and this is Yan Village.

To the left of Yan Village, there is also a small stream that winds down from the top of the mountain, and the villagers get their drinking water from this small stream.

There are about 200 households in the whole Yan Village, which is much larger than Xia Yan Village and covers a large area. But at first glance, everyone was like a walking corpse, numb and stiff, and pale. The whole mountain village, except where the stream flows, is bleak.

It was supposed to be the autumn harvest season, but in the mountains and fields reclaimed near the village, there were only a few figures.

In previous years, whether it was a drought or a flood, there were always some reasons in it, but this year, I don't know what the road is for, and there is no harvest for no reason.

A farmer pinched a shriveled ear of wheat, and his withered face was full of despair.

Grain stocks have long been gone, and after the autumn harvest, only some miscellaneous grains can ripen before winter, and there will be no more grain other than that.

With such a harvest, the villagers are already completely desperate, what kind of jade tax will they collect? Without waiting for the jade tax collector to come, Yan Village will not be able to survive in the first place.

Most of the old people in the village can't survive anymore, and several old people have passed away this year.

The skinny Yan Dafu pushed open the door of the ancestral hall, today is the day of his father's funeral, according to the custom, the funeral is to pass before the ancestral hall, and the ceremony is held before the ancestral hall.

Not to mention, his deceased father was the patriarch of Yan Village and the patriarch of the entire Xia Yan Village.

Ashes fell from the ancestral shrine, and the cold incense and candles on the offering table were also full of dust, and even the stone statue was gray.

It's been too long since anyone has cleaned it. The desperate villagers have long stopped coming to worship their ancestors.

Yan Dafu gently brushed the dust, and immediately choked on the dust raised. He hunched down, grabbed the barrel in the corner, turned and staggered out of the corner.

After his father's death, the burden of the clan elder was on him, and today, it was not only the day of his father's funeral, but also the day when the clan elders from several other villages rushed to witness him becoming the new patriarch of Yan Village and the patriarch of the entire Yan clan.

As soon as he carried the barrel out of the ancestral hall, he saw an old man in ragged clothes walking slowly with his waist bent, and after seeing him, the man raised his cloudy eyes and looked at him for a long time, and took two steps forward, as if he was going to come up.

Yan Dafu quietly took two steps back, and the smell of something on the other party's body was moldy and rotten, which made him particularly disgusted.

"Dafu ......" The man opened his mouth, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth: "I am your seventh uncle......

"Seventh Uncle?" Yan Dafu's eyes widened, looking at the old man in front of him who was like a flower, "Seventh Uncle, your old man ......"

This is the Yan Laoqi of Shangyan Village, Shangyan Village is in the northwest direction of Yan Village, the terrain is slightly higher than that of Yan Village, and it is more than ten miles away from Yan Village, and the number of people in Shangyan Village is small, probably only about 100 people, dozens of households. And Yan Laoqi is the patriarch of Shangyan Village. Yan Dafu went to see him in the spring, he still had a straight waist, it had only been a few months, why was it like this?

The kind of smell on Yan Laoqi's body, Yan Dafu knows it too well, and when his father is about to die, it is that smell.

"I'm dying......" Yan Dafu helped him to sit down on the stone in front of the ancestral hall, Yan Laoqi took a deep breath and said, "I think, why do you want to see the eldest brother the most ......"

Yan Dafu's father is the oldest among the clan elders, and he is the patriarch, so he is respected as the eldest brother, and the others are ranked according to age.

"Uncle Seven, are you going to sit at home?" Yan Dafu hurriedly said.

"I can't walk. Yan Laoqi shook his head, holding his crutches in both hands, and said, "I'll just wait here, ancestor......"

Yan Dafu wanted to say something, Yan Laoqi waved his hand and said, "You go and get busy, leave me alone...... I'm waiting here for ......."

Yan Dafu turned around and carried the barrel step by step, he was really worried that a gust of wind would blow, and Yan Laoqi would fall to the ground and die.

What's going on in this world?

Yan Dafu walked to the stream, squatted down, put the barrel into waist-deep water, and planned to fetch water.

At this moment, a burst of singing came from the mountain.

"Good deeds have no traces, good words have no flaws, good numbers do not need to be planned, good closures have nothing to do with the untouchable and cannot be opened, good knots have no rope and cannot be dissolved. ”

The singing voice is simple and the tone is majestic, but the voice is old and hoarse.

Yan Dafu looked up and his eyes widened suddenly.

The stream meanders up, and in the shade of the rocks and trees, it is like a silver ribbon that stretches to the top of the mountain.

At this time, it was just early autumn, but the mountain was already as bleak as late autumn, and the leaves withered, revealing large gaps, and just in the gaps of the leaves, a green shadow was flowing down.

Yan Dafu narrowed his eyes and looked carefully, it was an old way!

The sleeves of the old Taoist robe were unfurled, agitating the wind and clouds, and breaking through the mist in the mountains.

He retracted one foot and placed only one foot in straw shoes on the stream.

The stream flowed happily and splashed, and he stood on top of the stream, using his shoes as a boat and his sleeves as sails, like a golden rooster standing alone, and a white crane drying its wings, and flowing down the river from above.

His five willow long beard, two shou eyebrows, and a full head of white hair fluttered in the air, and a pair of eyes were cold and shining, as if he sensed that someone was looking at him, so a pair of eyes stared directly.

"Ghost ...... Hell!" was pierced by the sharp eyes like blades, Yan Dafu was so frightened that he stumbled and sat on the ground, almost suffocated by the messy chaos by the stream.

As soon as he let go, the wooden barrel in his hand floated down the stream to the lower reaches of the river, Yan Dafu stretched out his hand, opened his mouth wide, and wanted to call twice, but he didn't know what to call it.

After a long time, he rubbed the root of his tail and slowly got up from the ground, his buttocks were already soaked with water, the wind was blowing, and the wooden barrel was floating away, Yan Dafu didn't know what to do.

It's really a house leak that happened to rain overnight!

But what was that old Taoist just now......

Could it be...... Immortals on the mountain?

But didn't the gods on the mountain fly down from the mountain in the clouds? Why do you want to walk on the water?

While he was hesitating, there was a sound of water below the stream, and from a distance, a small colorful boat was swimming upstream.

The speed of the painting boat was extremely fast, and when I heard the sound, it was only a small dot, and in the blink of an eye, it was already in front of me.

The two red koi fish swam hard ahead, and when they reached the shallow water, their backs were exposed, but their speed did not decrease at all.

Mixed with the sound of water, the sound of reading came from above the painting boat.

"Traveling in the North Sea in the twilight, the sleeves are wrapped in green snakes and bold.

The three drunk Yueyang people don't know, and Lang Yin flies over Dongting Lake. ”

What is it?

Yan Dafu looked intently and saw three people standing at the bow of the ship, one was dressed as a scholar, one was dressed as an officer and soldier, and the other was dressed as a hunter, and the one dressed as an orion was carrying a wooden barrel in his hand, and shouted from a distance: "Whose barrel was washed away?"

"It's my ......" Yan Dafu took two steps forward, looked fixedly, and felt that the old man dressed as a hunter had a familiar face, but he didn't dare to recognize it.

"Yes...... Dafu?" The other party recognized him first.

"Fifth uncle?" Yan Dafu suddenly widened his eyes, Yan Lao Wu was older than Yan Lao Qi, but at this time, it seemed to be about the same age as Yan Dafu, his waist was straight, the young man was generally strong, and he jumped off the boat in one step without waiting for the boat to stop, and there was also a middle-aged man jumping into the water behind the boat, wading over, looking at Yan Dafu and smiling: "Big brother!"

The person who came was Yan Lao Wu and his second son Yan Er, Yan Lao Wu stared at Yan Dafu with wide eyes, Yan Dafu was haggard and couldn't look good, and his face was yellow and thin, which made Yan Lao Wu feel chilled when he saw it. But now is not the time to care about this, Yan Lao Wu said bitterly: "I saw my eldest brother in Mengcheng a few days ago, and I thought that my eldest brother was very thin, but I didn't expect it to ...... so soon Dafu, mourning. ”

"Mourning!" said the two people who were standing on the bow of the boat and did not come down also clasped their fists at the same time.

"Dafu, let me introduce you, this is the village leader of our Xiayan Village, Zi Baifeng. This one is the general of Mengcheng Mansion, the general of Luoqianshanluo. Yan Lao Wu introduced, and then pulled his second son over and said, "I know that Lu Dao is very busy today, so I brought someone to help." ”

Yan Er didn't say much, he went directly to carry the water and waited on the side.

After hurriedly greeting Zi Baifeng and Luo Qianshan, look at Yan Lao Wu, who is full of energy, and then look at Yan Er, who is burly and sturdy, Yan Dafu is very envious in his heart, once upon a time, he was also such a man, and now he is even struggling to carry a bucket of water.

Zi Baifeng looked at the thin man in front of him.

It can be seen that he used to be a very strong person, but at this time he has lost so much weight that there is no meat on his body.

Zi Baifeng remembered that when he was a child, for a period of time, Yan Lao Wu was also so thin and thin, and the people in the entire Xia Yan Village became very thin, and then gradually became healthier again.

The reason for thinking about it is very simple, Daqingshi Town has guarded the aura of Xiayan Village, so that the aura of Xiayan Village will not be easily taken away, and the aura of the people of Xiayan Village will not be easily lost, so they will naturally be much healthier and stronger.

Looking up again, the entire Yan Village is not as good as the original Xia Yan Village, in Zi Baifeng's eyes, Yan Village is almost black and white, and there is not even a little aura.

This village ...... I'm dying......

What have you done? How many people's aura, lifespan, and health have you taken away for the sake of cultivation and immortality?

For a long time, Zi Baifeng's activities were limited to Mengcheng and Xiayan Village, but he had never been to other villages.

I think there is something to guard in Mengcheng, so that the aura will not be easily drained, so the spirit of Mengcheng is okay. And a village like Yancun is afraid that it is about to be emptied.