In the early morning of the next day, the smoke of the cooking rose from the roofs of every house, and the housewives were busy by the stove for the family's breakfast. And every gossip inevitably mentions the events of those five years ago, and every day is like this, but I never get tired of it.

Five years ago, in the cold winter, Woxi Village.

Winter country life is a little more tranquil than in previous seasons. There was no cicadas, no sowing, no labor, no harvest. As usual, during the day, children frolic in the snow, and adults feed the poultry at home and smoke pouches. The day is compressed by the cold, and the sun can't wait to set as soon as it rises.

Because of the cold, every family went into the bed early. Maybe the sun had just been hidden, or maybe it was midnight, and the villagers all heard the sound of rustling in the wasteland that had once been a cemetery not far from the village. Among the villagers, the superstitious cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods are like ostriches, tying their heads in the quilt, closing their eyes tightly, looking at their noses, but their noses are breathless, so they empty themselves, and they don't know whether they are asleep or faint due to lack of oxygen.

The brave peeked through the cracks in the doors and windows, and in the white village hidden by the cold, only the wasteland was particularly conspicuous with a sticky red light. There was a sweet smell wafting through the air, maybe it was the smell of red light, maybe it was nervousness kicking over the urine bucket.

And the wasteland can be faintly seen a few black, perhaps dark red shadows. The footwork is ghostly and erratic. Everywhere they went, the earth swelled, the branches of the trees flew, and when everything was calm, a house appeared in the wasteland, and the figures seemed to disappear into thin air.

The next day, it was not until noon that the chickens in the village crowed slightly. At this hour of the most yang, every household resisted hoes and sticks and bravely went to the wasteland to find out. The houses that appeared out of thin air in the wasteland left the villagers dumbfounded. The snow around the house was smooth and untrampled.

People wanted to get closer to see the details, but found that there was a black knife stuck in front of the door, and no one dared to take a step closer. The sound of rustling was the same that night, and the same was true the next night. On the third day, it was noon, and every family went out to investigate, and found that the house had been slightly repaired, and that some trivial things had been added to its appearance. And the snow is still flat, and the black knife is still erected. This made the villagers of Woxi Village thrilling, but it was inexplicable.

One night, the disturbing voice was gone, but it was replaced by the sound of hunting wind, and through the crack in the door, I could see that the speed of those black shadows became extremely fast, mixed with a hint of white, as if there was something urgent. And just when Zichou was alternating, the wasteland suddenly quieted down, and the villagers nervously held their breath, thinking that their heartbeats were too noisy.

And after a moment of relaxation, when the mood had just calmed down, I only heard a baby's cry outside the window, which was particularly harsh in this cold winter night, as if there was only this one voice left in the whole world.

After only half a pillar of incense lasted for a while, it finally returned to calm, but the villagers who had experienced a big emotional downturn could not sleep, curled up in the bed, shivering, staring at the dark night outside the window, and they all felt that the time before dawn was very tormenting.

The day has just been white, and the people of every household no longer seem to want to suffer from this kind of torment, and the brave ones have decided that no matter what the demons and monsters are going to fight to break the net, leaving their own mother-in-law and children to pick up the guys and rush out of the house, and the fierce gods roared out of the door with their teeth and claws, and after a while, there was suddenly no sound, and the hearts of the family members were all raised to their throats.

The time of one stick of incense passed, the time of two pillars of incense passed, and some women who couldn't bear it rushed out of the door and ran towards the wasteland, only to find that the men were as if they had fallen into an evil spirit, and they threw down their tools one after another, and gathered around the house in a daze.

The woman opened the crowd and saw that there was a young girl standing in front of the house, twenty years old, with clear willow eyebrows, bright teeth and starry eyes, skin like condensation, pink is too white, and Zhu is too red, dressed in white and snow, with a purple sachet hanging on her waist, her black hair is tied into a bun, and a blue hairpin is obliquely inserted on it, and some broken hair just makes her ears faintly visible, as if a smart fairy fell into the mortal world.

It's just that the starry eyes are dim, just looking down at the tight cotton wrap in his arms. When I looked closely, the package looked like a baby, presumably the child's cry yesterday was from this child, and the girl seemed to be unaware of the crowd, but stood in front of the door in a daze, as if time had stood still around her.

The woman who understood the reason turned around and saw her man staring at the girl intently, and couldn't help but feel annoyed, twisted the man's ear, and scolded loudly, "You dead old man, I see that you are on the way, maybe this woman is a goblin, get me home!"

It was also because of the jealousy and prejudice of the women that the people in the village were slowly instilled with the idea that the mother and son were aliens.

And the mother and son have been closed all year round, and there is nothing special about it, which makes the people in the village relax and slowly restore the vitality of the village in the past.

It's just that the villagers are far away from their houses, and although they feel that they are no different from ordinary people in occasional contact, they are all afraid in their hearts, and they hurriedly flee every time they say hello.

It's just that the village chief is much more enthusiastic than everyone else, and often sends food to the mother and son. And the baby grew up slowly in this small village. He is Ufan, at this age, it is the time to play, but the children in the village are also influenced by their parents when they see him, and when they go home with him, they will be reprimanded, and over time they will not dare to play with him at all, but Ufan doesn't care.

When I play alone, I like to listen to the sound of Lang Lang's reading, as well as Wu Hao, who often tells stories at the entrance of the village. And Wu Hao is not as distant as others treat Wu Fan, but he likes this quiet child very much.

Although Wu Hao's parents also blocked him, and even picked up a broom and wanted to beat him, Wu Hao didn't take it seriously, and always felt that Wu Fan had a fate with him.

But in fact, Wu Fan believed in the nonsense that he didn't believe in himself, and he felt that Wu Fan was quite cute, and after repeated contact, he slowly became friends, and occasionally claimed that Wu Hao was a real person and Wu Fan was a real person.

Although he was struggling with a child of a few years old, Wu Hao felt that Wu Fan's strength was on par with himself, and he was also a teenager anyway, in order to enter those legendary sects, he also tempered his body every day, although he could slightly better every time, but he also won repeated complaints.

Besides, because Wu Fan has a friend, every time he goes home, he tells his mother about every day. Only then would the woman have a smile on her face and be a little relieved. And every time he listens to Wu Hao's nonsense, he will pester his mother when he comes home, asking his mother to tell him a story, but every time he can't finish listening, he falls asleep.

Whenever Ufan sleeps, the woman will also untie the purple sachet and put it next to Ufan's pillow, and Ufan, who feels the fragrance of her mother's relatives, will sleep more sweetly.

The cool and comfortable season of autumn feels very short, the cold winter comes quietly, and people's clothes have become very clumsy, at this time Ufan is baking the stove, although it does not feel very cold, but the dry air still makes him very uncomfortable.

And the woman's clothes were as thin as before, Wu Fan wrinkled his nose and asked, "Mother, aren't you cold?" The woman smiled indifferently, nodded and answered.

Wu Fan couldn't help muttering: "Mother, you are so powerful, wouldn't it be freezing if I want to wear so little?" After all, it was a young Wu Fan, who forgot about this stubble in a blink of an eye, and when he saw the snowflakes flying outside, he happily went out to build a snowman.

The snowflakes are sprinkled outside, the seasons are still the same, and those pasts, as if they were just yesterday, will never be repeated. The four seasons alternate and still the four seasons, the thing is a person and not a person; the spring swallow in front of the hall picks up the old wood, and the little monk does not knock on the empty door.

Although the winter season is quiet, it feels dull and silent, and the adults of every family are curled up in the house all day long, except for the occasional sound of children playing in the village, and the next spring suddenly ushers in the next year.

The snow melted, everything came to life, and every house began to open its doors to soothe the body that had been suffocating for a long time. And in the early morning of this day, as soon as the smoke rose in the village, they heard the sound of breaking the sky outside the window, and the villagers opened the doors of their houses one after another, and went to the courtyard to look around, and when they saw the comer, all of them poured out a kind of worship, admiration, and ecstasy from their hearts.

Above the sky, I saw a scoop-shaped object with an emerald green color, about two feet square, carrying several figures. When I looked closely, I saw two young people in their twenties, dressed very unconventionally.

Dressed in a white robe, the white robe has a green pattern like a swimming dragon on the body, and there is a green pattern like a gourd shape on the chest, but it looks like a jade character on a closer look, both of them are left hand fist behind the waist, and the right hand pinched the sword finger in front of the abdomen.

Their expressions were very arrogant, but their eyes looked respectfully at an old man in front of them. The old man was eight feet tall, with a dignified and generous posture, and his white robe was no different from those young people, but the pattern on his chest seemed to be a little different.

He has silver sideburns and white eyebrows, but his beard is old, and he feels quite old, but his face is full of red light, his eyes are bright, and his eyes are kind but revealing a majesty, which makes people feel awe. This person is the Yunlang Zhenren of the Jade Pot Sect who is specifically responsible for recruiting disciples.

With a wave of his right hand, he saw a flash of green light in the sky, and the three figures slowly fell to the ground. However, the scoop-shaped object seemed to be deflated, getting smaller and smaller, and turned into a gourd-shaped jade pendant and fell into the hands of a real person.

This spectacle amazes the villagers every time. Yunlang Zhenren looked at the dense crowd around him, smiled slightly, and said, "Presumably everyone remembers the routine of absorbing new blood every five years.

Although your Woxi Village is located in the deep mountains, it is also an outstanding person, and I hope it can bring us surprises this time. Without further ado, let the children between the ages of 10 and 15 gather at the entrance of the village and I will take the entrance qualification test. Only those who are physically strong and intelligent can meet the requirements. The children who passed the test went back to prepare their luggage and set off for the Jade Huzong for the entrance ceremony at noon tomorrow. ”

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere suddenly became warm, every family had eligible children, all dressed up cleanly, just a cup of tea, they all gathered at the entrance of the village, and Wu Fan saw such a lively scene for the first time, and also squeezed into the crowd, and watched it with great interest.