Zhan Changfeng opened her eyes, barely adapting to the morning light coming in from the broken window beside her bed. She turned her eyes slightly, passing through the old door and simple wardrobe on the adobe wall one by one, and suddenly fixed on the beam above her head.
The paint-stripped beam was dull, and there was a piebald snake as thick as a bowl's mouth coiled on it. Half of its body was tightly wrapped around the beam, and it was leaning down with its head lowered. It was only three feet away from her.
Zhan Changfeng's glance met his pair of green vertical pupils, and for an instant the two were motionless.
The pied snake raised its head, its forked tongue swallowing and sizzling from time to time.
Zhan Changfeng woke up immediately. His hands under the quilt touched the side of the couch. There were many poisonous insects and wild animals in the countryside. Even if the door was closed at night, he might not sleep peacefully. He would often put a stick or scissors on the side of the couch or under the pillow. Daggers, seasoned hunters even keep their tools of livelihood by their side when walking in the mountains during the day.
In an electric flash, the spotted snake shot out a stream of venom, and its fangs swooped down. Just as Zhan Changfeng grabbed the quilt and slammed it towards the spotted snake, rolled off the bed at the same time, jumped up, and the iron sword clenched in his right hand was precise. And quickly and violently cut it seven inches.
The polished iron sword cut the spotted snake into two pieces, and bang, its body wrapped around the beam fell off, causing the already unstable wooden couch to creak, and the smell of fresh blood rushed into the nose.
Zhan Changfeng glanced at the two halves of the snake's body that were twisting wildly, walked to the closet indifferently, took a blue robe, put it on, opened the door, and left the room.
Throw the barrel tied with a rope into the well and bring the bucket of water up.
The young woman in the courtyard next door was pounding clothes. When she saw her, she shouted through the fence: "Get up, are you going to go hunting in the mountains again?"
The young woman wiped her hands and stood up, "Wait a minute, I'll get you some dry food. I happened to bake a few more cakes."
Zhan Changfeng said, "I'm not going today."
"Ah?" the young woman was surprised, "Then what do you eat?"
"Snake soup."
Zhan Changfeng washed his face and went back to clean up the mess. The young woman liked the excitement and climbed over the fence. Seeing that miserable and bloody scene, I patted my chest in fear, and opened the window to peek. I was really peeping, and I covered my eyes with my hands, but a crack was exposed from time to time.
She didn't dare to look at the snake, but she really wanted to look at it, so her eyes often fell on Zhan Changfeng to calm down her fright.
Look at the snake, look at Zhan Changfeng. Look at the snake, look at Zhan Changfeng.
This time the shadow shifted, and Zhan Changfeng felt quite scary.
Which girl would skin a thick-mouthed venomous snake with her hands covered in blood? !
The young woman shrank her neck and then thought about it, it was not surprising that this happened to Zhan Changfeng.
It's not strange, probably because Zhan Changfeng is a weirdo.
The village is only so big. If the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law of the east family quarrel, and the brothers of the west family have a feud, as long as you dare to happen, no one will know about it.
Not to mention how transparent it is.
Therefore, although the young woman married from another village half a year ago, she knew everything about Zhan Changfeng.
This has to be said about that night of heavy rain three years ago, when a thunder struck the ancient tree on the top of the mountain. As soon as the ancient tree fell, the mountaintop collapsed, and the mudslide washed down, blocking the road to the village entrance.
After the rain stopped, the village chief led people to clear the road and actually dug out a man from the mud. When he woke him up and asked, he didn't know anything but his name.
This person is Zhan Changfeng.
Seeing that she was lonely and pitiful, the village chief allocated an open space in the west of the village to her.
She has lived in the village since then.
She has a dull temperament and often stays at home or goes hunting alone. She never approaches people. At first, the villagers would approach her out of curiosity, but because of her lukewarm attitude, they all stopped. Except for some aunties who are keen on being matchmakers.
After all, Zhan Changfeng's appearance was there. People in the village said she was good-looking, but she couldn't describe her in detail. The young woman scratched her head, remembering that when she went to the county town when she was young, she heard that the word "scholar" refers to people.
On the bank of the water, there is a crane standing alone, solitary and desolate, pure and pure in the world.
She is very tall and thin, and her robe is empty, as if she will float away at any moment. The corners of her mouth never turn up, and her eyes are profound, like a lonely crane in the boundless wilderness.
Zhan Changfeng can hunt, cook, and read, but does not interact with others. People in the village say that this girl is a freak, but the young woman thinks that she is a gentle person because she knows how to communicate with her even though she has never met her. , lifted her up from the ground, and then diagnosed her illness and prepared medicine.
The young woman sighed with emotion. The only strange thing was that she was ignorant of the world and did not know how to respect the elderly. She was still single at this age.
Sure enough, Zhan Changfeng made snake soup. It was a big pot. He couldn't finish it, so he asked the young woman to take half of the pot away.
The young woman was not polite and took half the pot and was about to leave. However, when she looked back, she saw Zhan Changfeng lifting the wooden couch with one hand and trying to drag it out.
"What are you doing?"
Zhan Changfeng glanced at her and said matter-of-factly, "Throw it away."
"Ah?" The young woman frowned, "Why throw it away if it's good?"
"dirty."
""Just throw it away when it's dirty. I seem to suddenly understand why your clothes are always new.
Zhan Changfeng is good at everything else, but he has always been handicapped in housework. Look at the window that has been broken for several months, and the cabinet that has accumulated dust. It has to be said that the skill of cooking is still forced under the pressure of survival. Learned.
So instead of wasting energy on cleaning the blood-stained bed, Zhan Changfeng preferred to throw it all away. It was so simple and quick.
The young woman frowned and didn't know what to say. She was inexplicably afraid that one day she would burn down the house and build a new one.
She unknowingly vented her anger, and when she thought about it, she found Zhan Changfeng looking at her, his eyes quiet and sharp.
"No, I mean"
Zhan Changfeng interrupted her panic explanation, "Why burn it? It's a waste of torches beforehand and a waste of manpower to clean up afterwards. The burnt smell and thick smoke will affect the neighbors. I think it's better to build another site."
The young woman opened her mouth, "What you said makes sense, but I don't seem to be discussing this truth with you."
Seeing such a prodigal man, the young woman felt like her brain had been hit with a big stick, and she was a little confused.
Doesn't it cost money to buy a new one after throwing it away?
Don’t you feel sorry for your hard-earned money at all?
The always frugal and honest young woman did not understand this approach at all, but this did not prevent her from realizing another problem: "Hey, wait, where did you sleep even if you threw away your bed?"
Zhan Changfeng, who had walked far away, heard it, but did not answer.
Her usual schedule is really lackluster. She gets up early to practice boxing, comes to sword dancing in the evening, reads in her free time, hunts once every three days, and goes to the market every five days. She follows the routine very step by step.
It has been three years since she was rescued by the villagers. She went from knowing nothing to being free. She stumbled a little along the way, but there was nothing worth sighing about. But the moment she opened her eyes today, she remembered everything.
This is a huge illusory formation built on reality. It does not last for three years, but only three days.
Three days later, her memory of being suppressed by the phantom array was restored, but her physical strength and soul power were still under the restraint of the phantom array.
She felt that this illusory formation could be passed without recovering her memory. If she had not specialized in mind and heart, she would not have noticed the middle-aged man's mood and the people hidden in the darkness, and would not have been more alert.
In that space, all aspects of her power were restricted and she could not do anything. However, the moment the white light sent her into this world, the restrictions were loosened. At this moment, she used all her soul power to protect Zi Mansion.
Zifu and Dantian are the most important to the monks. As long as nothing happens to these two things, everything is still possible.
In an instant, she was only able to protect Zifu, and in the next breath, her body, soul, and memory were completely suppressed.
Because of the advance prevention of her soul power, she would wake up so quickly. Normal people would not be able to wake up at all.
This feels a bit like the test of reincarnation, but the test of reincarnation has already been done once. There is no need to do it again just to let people experience the world of mortals. There may be other purposes.
With the situation unclear, Zhan Changfeng chose to live as he did before he had no memory for the time being.
That day, while she was cleaning her sword, she remembered that it was time to go to the market, so she went out with the animal skins and herbs she had accumulated over the past few days.
