"Have you heard? A few days ago in the northwest, there was a thunderstorm, and it is estimated that some demon was born again. ”

"You know it's a demon?"

"I saw it! I happened to pass by the Northwest Plains that day, and I saw a big hand torn up from the sky, and then the devil jumped out, and one of them pierced to the ground, and then a big black robe was unfolded, like a big net, and it was dark. ”

"Yo, your kid has a big life, can you come back alive?"

"Where, where, I am reluctant to my sheep, the sky is full of dark wind, I hold the leg of mutton, after fainting in a daze, I wake up to the edge of the town, I guess it is to let the wind blow back. ”

"You dead man and immortal goat, get out, don't shout, my master is going to start practicing. ”

......

In the southeast direction of the place where the shuttle fell, there was a small town, and the town's blind retreat of the violinist's porter had taken away the shepherd, and looked strangely into the house behind him.

The house is dilapidated, ancient, but it can be counted in the town, who called them before the lord retired, was the most good at the battle of the song of the great pianist, I don't know how many dignitaries and dignitaries are guests.

The porter thought proudly, then sighed again, and thought: "It's a pity that the old man is old and blind, otherwise he wouldn't have to retreat, and return to this realm where birds don't, and make a monster every now and then." ”

"It's really strange, why hasn't the master started practicing the piano today?"

Although the old pianist is blind, he does not practice the piano, according to his own words, his piano music is a little more refined than when he was not blind.

The porter was still strange, and the old luthier was sitting alone in the courtyard. Holding the piano on his knees. But he didn't have the heart to play.

"It's getting dark. ”

He muttered to himself. Although his eyes can't see, he can still vaguely perceive it day and night.

"Those guys, they're coming......"

The old luthier's wrinkled face showed a look of worry, though he didn't know what he was worried about.

It all started three days ago......

In front of the old mansion three days ago, a white old man with a kind eyebrow who looked like a housekeeper came to the door, followed by four porters of the sedan chair.

The old man woke up the dozing porter. Send a prayer note and a letter of silver.

"The head of the family retired at home, and it was best to kill the song of the army, and there were distinguished guests coming to the door, so I specially invited the old pianist to move there. ”

"The owner of the house also knows that the old pianist is embarrassed, and I only hope that the old violinist will look at the warm face of the master of the house, and he will not push it back. ”

The old man Bai has come to this point, and the old pianist naturally has no reason to refuse, holding the lyre that has accompanied him for decades, and getting on the sedan chair carried by the sedan chair drivers.

The old luthier was blind and in a sedan chair. Naturally, I can't see the outside situation clearly.

The strangest thing is that blind people are inherently spiritual. In addition, he is a piano player, and he is extremely sensitive to sound, but he has traveled at least ten miles all the way, and he didn't hear any sound at all.

There is no sound of walking, no sound of talking, not even the sound of breathing.

The old pianist was worried all the way, and when he arrived at the place, he felt the lights were bright, and heard the staggering, so he settled down and played a song to break the formation and win the full house.

The only thing that struck him as odd was that, from beginning to end, there was almost no conversation, no dialogue, no human voices, except for the exclamations of the knots.

Thankfully, the old luthier's tune was obviously very satisfying to the distinguished guest, and before leaving, he finally heard the only words:

"Look!"

The old luthier took the heavy amount of silver, thanked him, and said to himself in his heart, "It's a young man." ”

On the return trip, as before, the silent sedan chair man, the white old man who led the way, was sent back to his home without saying a word.

Listening to the porter, looking from a distance, a dead wind lamp led the way, which made people look panicked.

......

"Hey, it's time again. ”

The old luthier hesitated, this was the fourth day, and for three consecutive days before, it was all picked up in a sedan chair, playing in a staggered sound in silence, and then being sent back.

For three days in a row, three times in a row, the more the old luthier thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

The young man's voice never sounded again.

"Am I really playing the piano?"

The old violinist was trembling all over his head, and his heart was panicking.

But the more he thought about it, the more he didn't dare to refuse, and slowly felt a sense of fear in his heart when dusk fell.

Then there is fear, the golden wuxi sinks in the middle, the jade rabbit jumps, and a new day arrives.

At the same time, there is also Ning Feng!

"What a heavy ghost. ”

Ning Feng pressed the Glowing Confusion Flag and looked over the town, only to see that at the time of the alternation of day and night, a layer of black gas was shrouded in the sky over the entire town, which was invisible to the naked eye.

The black gas was billowing up, and it seemed to be rejoicing for the arrival of the night.

"The clue is broken here. ”

"Looks like we'll have to go into town. ”

Ning Feng pondered for a moment, and landed outside the town, still dressed as a scholar, and entered the town.

Not far from the entrance to the town, there was an old mansion, half in the evening light, half in the dark, just as day and night alternated, and the morning and dusk lines wandered.

At the door, there was an old porter, looking around, as if waiting for something?

"Hmm, why does this person look flustered, his face is frightened, and the black gas is wrapped around his head?"

Ning Feng's heart moved, stopped the idea of going straight over to inquire, and turned around on the spot.

"Whoosh!~"

A yellow light circled around the scholar's robe on his body from the bottom up, and when the light dissipated, Ning Feng was already a different look.

He was dressed in an apricot yellow robe, with a bun on his head, and his eyebrows and eyes had not changed much, as if he was a young Taoist priest who had just traveled out of the school.

"It's a bit awkward......"

Ning Feng's hands were not hands, and his feet were not feet, and he walked over with a pressed step.

"Uncle, Xiaodao is polite here. ”

He saluted the old porter, the old porter is a kind man, and he has not seen a Taoist priest in the town for eight hundred years, so he hurriedly returned the salute and said diligently: "The little Taoist has just arrived in this town." I don't want to have a sip of tea in the ear room. Have some snacks?"

There are still certain rules for the old concierge. He only dared to talk about refreshments in the ear room, and did not take advantage of the fact that the old master was about to go out, and directly invited people to the hall.

"This ......"

Ning Feng held his breath, his face turned red, and he made a shy and shy look, and said: "The family teacher has explained that when you go out to practice, you must not receive benefits from others for no reason. It's against my true intentions. ”

"Dare to ask my uncle, what are the strange things recently, see if Xiaodao can help?"

The old porter hesitated for a moment, a little hesitant.

"Is there really one?" Ning Feng saw that there was a play, and hurriedly gave another step down, and said: "If there is no place where the trail can be used, the trail will go elsewhere, and the old man will not be bothered." ”

Saying that, Ning Feng made a gesture to leave.

One-step.

Two steps.

Three-step ......

Ning Feng was a little difficult to ride a tiger, and thought in his heart: "Why don't you call me yet." If you don't shout anymore, you'll go away. ”

"Yes, is this acting?"

He's still feeling sorry for himself. A hesitant voice came from behind him: "That...... Chief, the old man really has something to ask. ”

"It's fine. Ning Feng breathed a sigh of relief, turned around slowly, and walked back with a pressed step, trying not to be too positive and enthusiastic, and asked, "I don't know what the old man is embarrassed about?"

The old porter has already done his own psychological work at this time, comforting himself and saying that this is the little Taoist priest who is too admitted, he is not trying to reveal the ** at home, but just taking it out to save the little Taoist priest with clear eyebrows and a place to stay.

"This has something to do with my master. Before the old man had a disease in his eyes, he was a famous violinist......"

The old porter told him what he knew about the old luthier in the past few days.

The pianist and the porter, who have been friends since childhood, retired together, and are called master servants, but in fact they are brothers. The old luthier never concealed it, and had already mentioned to him what happened after he went.

At this moment, after passing through the mouth of the old porter, Ning Feng mastered all the processes.

"That's how it is...... Could that young man be ......?"

Ning Feng listened on the surface, even if the old porter was chattering and talking about the same thing over and over again, he still didn't show impatience. In fact, he had long been in the middle of things, and he had linked the young man who was "watching" at the banquet with the "childe".

"Don't worry, boss!"

Ning Feng looked up at the sky, patted his chest and said, "This matter is handed over to Xiaodao, Xiaodao will go to inspect it now, and come back to disturb the old man's refreshments." ”

"Farewell. ”

As the words fell, he turned around and walked out of town.

This time, Ning Feng didn't even give the old porter a chance to stay, and as soon as the other party shouted the word "hey", his back disappeared without a trace.

"What's going on?"

The old porter was confused, and at the same time it was dark, and the morning and dusk lines swept across the town, and the night came silently.

With a "crunch", the old luthier pushed the door open.

At the same time, almost out of thin air, a white old man with a sedan chair swayed from the other end of the road towards the old house.

A red lantern in front of the sedan chair, just like the previous days.

In this case, of course, the old porter did not want to mention the previous matter, so he helped the old pianist to get on the sedan chair, and couldn't hide his sad face as he watched the sedan chair go outside the town.

He was worried about his master, so he naturally didn't realize that the direction in which the sedan chair was going was actually exactly the same as the direction in which the little Taoist priest left before.

"I hope the master is okay. ”

The old porter sighed, closed the door and went back to the ear room to take a nap.

He knew that his master would not be able to come back for a while, and the only thing hanging in his heart was whether the little Taoist priest would come back......

......

Of course, Ning Feng would not go back, he was quietly following behind the sedan chair, heading towards Fenggao Mountain outside the town.

The name of this mountain was casually mentioned by the townspeople in the town.

"Sure enough, there is a problem, and it's not small. ”

The more Ning Feng followed, the more the problem became serious.

The sedan chair did not go far, but went around the back hill and went up the hill from the other side.

The night is dark, the wind is high, the mountains are steep, the forests are deep, the barren mounds are messy, there are ghost fires, fluttering.

Where would this be a place for people to live? (To be continued......

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