When she walked into the bamboo building, she was greeted by a damp and musty smell, which made Huo Xuemin cover her mouth and nose.
Although the journey from Chang'an to here was windy and sunny, I still haven't lived the life of the eldest daughter of the Huo family, with fine clothes and fine food.
However, Zi Lan and her stayed in the best local inns along the way, and the food was pretty decent.
Huo Long had told Zi Lan before leaving that he had left him a sum of money.
Although it is not enough for Zi Lan and Huo Xuemin to spend a lot of money all day long, it is still possible to have enough food and clothing.
Huo Xuemin also has a happy-go-lucky temperament, and she doesn't have much thought about changes in her quality of life.
Therefore, what the world often says, "It is easy to go from poverty to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to poverty" does not have much expression in her.
Sometimes, when encountering unexpected situations on the road, or when the road is blocked by wind or rain, Zi Lan has to take Huo Xuemin to stay in a ruined temple in the wilderness or go directly into the deep mountains and old forests to eat some coarse dry food.
Huo Xuemin has never complained about these.
She is like a small boat in the vast ocean of the changing times, uncontested and resigned to the changes.
Until a long time later, one day, Zi Lan asked her if she was given another chance to go back to the past, would she still choose to open that letter.
She didn't think too much, she just said that God would never give her another chance to choose again.
Return to this bamboo house.
After Huo Xuemin and Zi Lan briefly washed themselves, they went to bed to rest.
Originally, Huzi said that he wanted to invite Huo Xuemin to the back room, which was the old village chief's bedroom, to rest.
However, Atong has been clamoring to sleep with his sister, and the old village chief's bed is very small, because Huzi and Atong usually squeeze into a slightly larger bed, so Huo Xuemin took Atong and squeezed into Huzi's bed. Son's room.
As for Zi Lan, he chose to sleep on the floor. For him with his cultivation level, it made no big difference where he slept.
The old village chief was still sleeping in his room on the second floor. Huzi had placed two stools in his room, and it seemed that he was planning to spend the night there tonight.
A long time ago, before humans discovered and used fire, darkness and cold were fatal threats to them.
So they chased the sun, believing it was the only salvation, and prayed to it to give them strength.
But the sun, which rises in the east and sets in the west all day long, has no time to pay attention to these creatures on the earth, so every nightfall is a life and death trial for human beings at that time.
Darkness means unknown beasts, biting cold.
This fear of darkness still lurks deep in human blood.
Sleeping on a bed made of new straws, Huo Xuemin, who had been running around all day, closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep. The boy in her arms also curled up in her arms and fell asleep quickly.
But Zi Lan, who only had a hard wooden board to separate the wet ground, still kept her eyes open, looking at the moon in the sky outside through the bamboo window.
It is now the end of summer, and the weather is still a bit hot, so the windows are always open.
The pale moon cast its solitary moonlight, swaying the shadows of the straight trees outside in the house.
I don’t know why, but each of these trees grows straight. Looking at it at this time, they look like soldiers sticking to their posts.
After staring outside for a long time, Zi Lan blinked her dry eyes and simply adjusted her state.
After reaching a high level of cultivation, even if he doesn't sleep for ten and a half days, it won't have a big impact, except that his mental state will be a little depressed.
But at a certain moment when he blinked, he suddenly felt that the moonlight outside the window dimmed for a moment.
But when he opened his eyes and looked at the window, he saw nothing.
"What...what's going on? Why do I keep having hallucinations today?" Zi Lan secretly wondered in her heart.
Logically speaking, the senses of high-level warriors are very keen, and normally it is impossible for sense errors to occur. However, today, Zi Lan's senses frequently made inexplicable errors, which made him very confused.
However, the next moment, a fallen leaf suddenly fell from the window.
This seemingly ordinary "fallen leaf" instantly caught Zi Lan's attention, causing him to sit up quietly and stare closely at this "fallen leaf".
The "fallen leaves" were floating precariously in the air, as if they were really being blown by a gust of breeze.
But just when this "fallen leaf" was about to fall on the windowsill, it suddenly "flyed" over the window sill at an incredible angle and floated towards Zi Lan, who had closed her eyes and "sleeped".
It seemed that Zi Lan, who was already sleeping soundly, was a little suspicious. This "fallen leaf" actually hovered in front of him twice. However, before it could make any more movements, Zi Lan suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed this piece of leaf. "Falling leaves".
The huge power in his hand instantly crushed the "fallen leaves", but all this was done silently.
Zi Lan slowly stood up and walked to the window.
The wind outside the window seemed to be a bit strong, blowing the big trees and shaking their bodies, making the shadows of the big trees in the bamboo house look like monsters.
Zi Lan put his palm next to the window sill, and under the moonlight, a small pool of bloody insect corpses appeared in his palm.
Zi Lan shook her hands, shook everything out, and then gently closed the window.
The room suddenly became dark, and I couldn't see my fingers.
Before he could lie back on the board, a rustling sound came from the window he had just closed.
He turned around curiously and moved closer to the window. However, as soon as he got closer, the sound disappeared and was replaced by a melodious female singing voice.
The singing was extremely clear, as if the singing woman was standing outside the window, and what the woman sang was an extremely beautiful song, usually sung by brothel girls to attract customers.
This woman's singing skills are extremely skillful, not only allowing the listener to hear her lyrics clearly, but also making the listener think about it in their mind.
However, the song stopped abruptly when it was about to reach its climax.
It was quiet again outside the window, except for the sound of the leaves rustling in the evening breeze from time to time.
If you are an ordinary person, I am afraid that you can't help but open the window at this time and try to find the source of the singing.
However, Zi Lan had her back to the window, her eyes fixed on A Tong and Huo Xue Min, who were sleeping soundly on the bed.
After some careful consideration, Zi Lan did not try to find the source of the strange singing because he could not ensure Huo Xuemin's safety after he left.
However, the singing outside the window did not stop because of this. Instead, the tone became sharper, as if it wanted to break through the thin window and enter this small room.
When encountering this situation, Zi Lan made a prompt decision and pressed her hand on the trembling bamboo window. A stream of pure internal energy flowed out, covering the surface of the bamboo window like a layer of water waves.
The singing outside the window suddenly became muted and could no longer float into the room.
We can only know that the singing has not stopped through the ripples that are constantly rippling on this side of the bamboo window.
But soon, Zi Lan's brows wrinkled.
Because in his perception, the singing outside the window suddenly stopped, and everything returned to calm.
But before he could relax, he heard an eerie singing coming from outside the window.
This is a spiritual song! ! !
This song is sung to those who died in vain, so that their ghosts can successfully find the entrance to hell and avoid wandering around the world forever.
As soon as this song came out, a little blood oozed from Zi Lan's ears, which was distracted for a moment.
Zi Lan has rarely encountered this kind of sonic attack method, and this flaw caused him to suffer a small loss.
However, the opponent's methods were obviously not limited to these. One after another, "fallen leaves" were seen emerging from the gaps around the window and heading straight towards Zi Lan.
Zi Lan sneered, with a look of ridicule in her eyes, and said softly, "Can a mere Gu insect be put on the table?"
It turns out that these "fallen leaves" are a strange kind of Gu, called Fallen Leaf Gu, which was created by a Gu master named Old Man Luoye.
This kind of poisonous insect is extremely poisonous, and its body shape is very similar to a fallen leaf, making it impossible for ordinary people to distinguish it.
And the most important thing is that it can communicate with the mind of the user, and it can be operated like an arm and a finger.
If that's all it is, then this Fallen Leaf Gu is nothing. There are many Gus who can do this.
Back then, Old Man Luoye massacred an entire city with the tens of thousands of fallen leaf Gu he had cultivated, attracting the Yuzhou government and countless martial arts masters to pursue him.
However, no matter how they laid a dragnet and dispatched tens of thousands of government troops, more than a dozen seventh-level masters, and more than thirty sixth-level warriors, they were still beaten to death by the Luoye old man who only had a seventh-level cultivation level. Most of the many masters were killed and injured, and The old man Luo Ye was seriously injured and escaped.
Although there was no trace of Old Man Luoye in Kyushu after that, it still became a curiosity in Kyushu and attracted countless people to pursue it.
The reason why Old Man Luo Ye was able to escape was precisely because of the formation he created for Luo Ye Gu.
It is said that this formation is extremely exquisite, and as long as there are enough Fallen Leaf Gu, its power will be greater.
Back then, Old Man Luoye was able to withstand the joint attack of more than a dozen seventh-level masters with tens of thousands of Fallen Leaf Gu. Even if he escaped in the end, he would put aside his cruel words and determined to cultivate millions of Fallen Leaf Gu to sweep across Kyushu.
However, some people speculated that, based on Old Luoye's injuries at that time, even if a miracle doctor came to treat him, he would not live for a few years.
So until now, some people are still looking for the whereabouts of Old Man Luo Ye. After all, the power of Old Man Luo Ye is already there, and the vitality of Gu insects at the level of Luo Ye Gu is extremely tenacious. As long as they are cultivated, they can recognize their master for the second time. , if you are lucky, you can dig out a few from his tomb, that will be a big profit.
If you can get the treasure left by Old Man Luoye, you can reach the sky in one step and directly step into the level of a first-class master in the world.
Even if he didn't practice his Tao and sold his techniques for cultivating fallen leaf Gu and his self-created formations, it would definitely be a fortune that would make even wealthy businessmen jealous.
However, for so many years, there has never been any news that someone discovered the legacy of Old Man Luo Ye, but now, there are actually so many fallen leaf Gu in this deep mountain forest.
If there are only one or two, it can be said that they were created by heaven and earth and were born by chance.
After all, Gu insects are natural insects. After some cultivation, they change.
But there was something wrong with so many fallen leaf Gu attacking him.
"The person controlling this Gu must have something to do with Old Man Luo Ye. When I was in the Huo Mansion, I also saw this kind of Fallen Leaf Gu. Thinking about it this way, I am afraid that the treasure left by the Huo Family Master in this Deadly Valley is Old Man Luo Ye. The treasure left behind. Those fallen leaf Gu..." Zi Lan's thoughts jumped rapidly. In an instant, he seemed to understand a lot of things, but after he figured it out, more mysteries were placed in front of him.
The Valley of Death seemed to be wrapped in layers of fog. At this moment, the fog was swallowing him up like murderous fallen leaf poisons in front of him.
