"We hunt peacefully every year without any disturbance from bandits. Do you really think that relying on the mountains and relying on them is a matter of course?"
"The immortals of the sect are busy in cultivation and govern thousands of mortals. Do they all have to pay back?"
The other old man spoke slowly, and those who stayed listened carefully.
"Our Qinghe Sect is a member of a well-known and upright sect, and we protect one side. We have lived in seclusion for many years and never mentioned the war between the sects. This is because we know that everyone worships the sect and the sect is also silently protecting us. You want to leave, If we don't stop them, even if there are no men left in Huangshan Village, there will still be a few of us old and disabled people guarding them. Anyone who wants to leave, please leave."
After the old man finished speaking, the patriarch said a little tiredly: "No one knows how life and death will be. If you want to leave, just leave. If you leave, don't come back. Your names will no longer be on the Huangshan Village genealogy."
"I'm sorry, patriarch, I don't want to die yet!"
The human heart cannot stand the test. At the moment of life and death, and the sect is superior, it is not difficult for these villagers to make a choice.
After a while, there were only a few women left in the room. None of them had men. The Qinghe Sect was recruiting men. It didn't matter whether they left or not. No punishment would fall on them.
Several old brothers looked at each other and one of them sighed.
"Children and grandchildren are unfilial!"
Yes, young people choose to leave, and old people like them are abandoned.
Unable to tell whether they were sad or relieved, several people lifted up the linen on one side and began to put on old armor.
"I don't blame them. I hope the sect can spare their lives for the sake of old men like us."
The patriarch put on his clothes slowly. The little boy raised his head and said bitterly: "Grandpa, I want to go too!"
The old brothers were stunned.
"Hey, our little Wangyuan is ambitious."
"You're going? You can't even lift Grandpa's knife, are you afraid of hitting your foot?"
The old people made fun of them, Wang Yuan's face turned red with shame, but he still insisted: "It's not about killing people, just killing monsters and monsters, I'm going to do it!"
"Demons and ghosts are not necessarily scarier than humans. Looking from a distance, from now on, you will follow a few aunts. If your father and mother wake up, you will tell them that it is half a month during the Qingming Festival. Don't forget to give grandpa a stick of incense."
The old man was kind, and his cloudy eyes were full of determination.
"Clan leader, clan uncles, you can go with peace of mind. Leave Huangshan Village to us."
Several women expressed their opinions, and the old people waved their hands.
"These cowards are worse than women!"
"We are also afraid, but no matter how afraid we are, we are just helpless, so we are not afraid."
A woman replied, and the old people nodded heavily and fell silent.
They chose to die to protect their tribe, while the young people in the village chose to escape to protect their families.
We are a small family, and we have already figured out the difficulties, and the old people did not criticize anything harshly.
Lin Feng on the ground could clearly hear the people coming and going. He could feel the loss of the old people at being abandoned, and he could also feel their determination to choose a fight.
"Grandpa, I just want to go!"
Wangyuan Buyibuluo wanted to go, but he was too weak and was forced to go down by the women.
At the entrance of the village, a man was already dragging his family and his family away in a panic, while the oil lamp in the house was still on.
"Let me go, I'm going, I'm going!"
Heart-wrenching cries could be heard from another house. Several old men helped each other get on their horses. The house of A Niu's house quickly returned to silence.
Qinghe Sect is a sect under Wuji Guanmen, one of the eight Taoist disciples, and is located in Zhonghuang Continent together with Wuji Guan. This sect war should be the battle between Wuji Guan and Gui Sect twenty years ago for the Mountain and River Cauldron. The battle between good and evil was nothing in the face of the invasion of the underworld.
A Niu and A Xiu are actually practitioners in the foundation building stage. No wonder she always looks like a girl and looks much younger than other women. It is not easy. She must be a person with amazing perseverance to be able to practice in such a mountain village.
When he woke up and heard the villagers confirming that Aniu and Axiu were not dead, Lin Feng secretly forgave himself for once. With evil desires and evil thoughts, he really didn't dare to have any bad thoughts.
By drawing the earth as a prison, the body of the psychic sword can connect with all living beings, so that the human nature can be perfected and get closer to all living beings. Otherwise, with the characteristics of cause and effect in the sword, as a psychic sword body, he will only be aloof after becoming an immortal, and will not be able to understand the sufferings of all living beings and protect the world. , there is no way to talk about it.
To understand human nature and understand human feelings, the first step of ordinary monks' practice is to understand the mundane things, but he, who is innately psychic and impeccable, has to understand them one by one.
Move your heart to be virtuous, cultivate your character with patience, everything you hear and see is all practice.
With the life essence provided by the two people, he quickly stabilized his chaotic soul, his body's meridians were repaired, and Lin Feng sat up immediately.
Ah Niu and Ah Xiu were indeed still breathing, but their own body damage was extremely serious. Two wisps of sword energy condensed between his fingers, and he slowly crossed into the intersection of the two.
Just as he stopped, he heard movement outside the door.
Wangyuan somehow avoided the woman's supervision, opened the door quietly, and walked carefully to his father and mother.
"Huh? Where are the people?"
Lin Feng disappeared from the ground. He was just surprised and lay down beside the bed.
"Dad, mother, grandpa is gone."
The old people are gone, and they are gone. In Wangyuan's heart, the few old people who went to Maple Leaf City will never come back.
He did not cry when his parents were in a coma. The old man did not allow him to follow him and pretend to cry. Now facing his parents, he finally started to cry.
The uncle in the village also left, and it suddenly became a lot deserted.
After crying for a while, he wiped away his tears.
"I knew it was the red-haired monster who caused the trouble. It must be because of him that you are like this."
"Auntie is right, he is not a good person at first glance, he ran away on his own."
On the beams of the house, Lin Feng's head was covered with black lines.
Little guy, you have to be responsible for what you say. If I weren't afraid of scaring you, why should I be such a gentleman?
"Hmph, there really is an informant from the Qinghe Sect here, kill him!"
A cold voice suddenly came from outside the house, followed by a burst of howling ghosts and howling, and the screams of the villagers rang out one after another.
"Wangyuan, where did you go? Run away!"
Before she died, the woman found that she could no longer see in the distance. She called out anxiously, and a ghost claw protruded from her back. She closed her eyes unwillingly.
Wang Yuan in the room was first startled by the sudden sound. When he heard the woman's call, he was about to answer when Lin Feng covered his mouth and rolled under the bed.
boom!
The door outside was destroyed, and as soon as a man covered in ghost fog entered the door, he saw two coffins lying on the ground. The coffin was empty. He glanced around, walked around to the back room, and found the couple on the bed.
Both of their faces were pale and pale, and their breathing was weak.
The man stretched out his hand and asked, "Which comrade is passing by?"
No one answered, and there was movement outside.
"Uncle Master, we've dealt with it, and the people who escaped have been captured."
When the man heard the report, he didn't stay any longer. He casually drove out two bloody nails and nailed them between their foreheads. They turned into a ghost mist and rushed out.
"Let's go to the next house!"
The sound of whooshing went away, and Lin Feng walked out with Wangyuan in his arms. The bodies of several old people and villagers were lying on a pile of firewood, and the fire at the bottom was already very big.
The death of the children was the most miserable. Their bodies were shriveled and their blood had been sucked dry.
"Could it be that the ghost technique is a creature from the underworld?"
Letting go of his gaze, Lin Feng walked over. A strange red light emerged from his fingertips and connected to the forehead of a girl. She screamed like a corpse, which was shocking and ear-piercing.
Wang Yuan held the dagger in his hand tightly, turned around and ran towards the back room. The blood nails between their foreheads were entangled with ghostly aura, and not a drop of blood came out.
"Their souls have been scattered, leaving only a ray of remnant soul. It is difficult to resurrect."
Wang Yuan was speechless and wept, and Lin Feng appeared behind him with an apologetic look on his face.
"It's all because of you, right?"
"yes!"
"who are you?"
"can not tell you!"
With boundless hatred suppressed in his small body, Wang Yuan said sadly: "Don't you also know the ghost technique?"
"I will, but I can't save them now!"
"Why?"
"I will die if I save them!"
"Can't you die?"
"cannot!"
I was choked when I asked the question, and looked back for a moment.
"My father and mother are both practitioners, and practitioners will never die!"
With every word he spoke, and with Lin Feng's casual moves, he gathered the deathly energy lingering in the village into a ball.
"If you learn the Ghost Dao skills and come to the underworld in the future and find the souls, you may have a chance to awaken them. Before that, you'd better train them into Xuanyin armor to prevent the body from rotting."
"Are you going to learn or not?"
Asking others if they can learn from it has already driven this ghostly spirit into Wang Yuan's heart.
"The power of the underworld is strong, and it will be easier for you to practice ghost magic to settle down and live in ruins. You don't need me to teach you the techniques, and you can absorb a lot of death energy. However, remember, if you want to kill them all, you must first understand them."
The first one and the second one were silent before Lin Feng turned around and left.
"If I learn how, can I kill you?"
With his feet on the threshold, Lin Feng looked up at the sky.
"cannot!"
"I will definitely kill you!"
Looking at the fierce fire in front of him, he shrugged.
"If you are capable, you can come to the underworld to kill me. My name is Lin Feng!"
There was no sound in the house. Lin Feng's eyes lit up when he saw several horses appearing at the entrance of the village.
In the early morning of the next day, outside Maple Leaf City, the rapid hooves of horses broke the tranquility.
"who?"
"Huangshan Village Orion Lin Feng was ordered to come to defend the city!"
The people at the top of the city looked through the roster for a while and asked, "Didn't I ask you to come with at least five people? Why are you the only one?"
"They're all dead!"
"What?"
"Someone thought everyone was the sect's spy last night, and they were all killed."
"Wait a minute, there is no man named Lin Feng in Huangshan Village. Who are you?"
The fire talisman flying arrows at the top of the city was about to be activated. Lin Feng said calmly: "I am A Niu. Lin Feng is the new name I gave myself. I am twenty this year. My wife is A Xiu and my father is Li Man."
"Since they were all killed, how did you survive?"
"I hunted Mingfeng last night. I went home and went out to pick green leaves and lotus. I escaped a disaster. I have nowhere to go and I just want revenge."
Mingfeng is a kind of pheasant with extremely delicious meat. It sings like a phoenix and is extremely rare. It is stewed with green leaves and lotus. It is very nourishing to women. Even in restaurants in the city, Mingfeng with green lotus is also a precious dish. Xiu loves this kind of good thing the most, and the hunters in the mountains regard it as a treasure.
The man nodded and saw that Li Aniu's wife was named Axiu. A line of small characters after the family's name caught the attention of the monks in the city.
"Open the door and let him in!"
