[Sword Three] In the days when I was forced to become Wanhua

The long night is so lonely, the whitewashed walls are mottled, revealing the blue-gray bricks and stones inside. Occasionally, there are a few holes in the wall, dark holes, and the situation on the street outside the door can be seen along the holes.The sound of the gong playing the watch was transmitted very far, and the sound that was used to it at this time made people sleepless.

Zhao Ziheng, the patriarch of Zhao's generation, is 28 years old. He walked slowly with one hand on the once extremely luxurious whitewashed walls and black tiles, and he didn't care if his jade-like fingers were stained with pink dust.

Zhao's defeat is set, and there is no easy way to turn around—not now, but 15 years later.

The moon is like flowing water, flowing down from the top of his head along the strands of hair.Zhao Ziheng stopped and looked in the direction of the moonlight with emotion, his eyes were slightly closed, the silver moon flowed on his body as if it were real, it was very miraculous.

Sitting on the slightly raised eaves was a beautiful woman with long silver hair hanging loose, and the long skirt was torn from one side, revealing two slender jade legs.The two legs were lazily crossed, and the beautiful woman cast a wink at Zhao Ziheng with a smile on her face, and said coquettishly, "My dear Ziheng, I haven't seen you for a few days, have you ever missed my slave's house?"

Hearing the sound, Zhao Ziheng opened his eyes and saw those two gleaming white thighs. He quickly lowered his head in embarrassment and replied, "Of course I wanted to."

The woman covered her lips and smiled, waved her hand and took out a round fan from nowhere, and the seven long tails behind her shook happily again and again.She said angrily: "You have a mouth...you are just as likable as your dead ghost father."

The woman changed her posture and lay down on the wall. She lowered her head to look at Zhao Ziheng, revealing the spring light on her chest. "Ziheng darling, when will you go home with my slave?"

Zhao Ziheng smiled wryly, and lowered his head, not daring to speak.

His life has become strange since he fell off a horse at the age of 25, and it started from that year.

When he was 25 years old, when he was out with his father, he was murdered by the secret guards of his political opponents, and the carriage turned over a cliff, and he was absolutely insane.Just when he also felt that this life was over, when he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the bed, and an extremely beautiful fox fairy beside the bed was looking at him affectionately——his grandmother with tail and ears I didn't even think about covering it up!Just when he thought that he had encountered some erotic thing, or that the fox fairy was going to repay him or his family for saving his life on a certain day, a certain year, a certain month and a certain day, he said that it was your dead ghost father , Grandpa dead ghost.He took a closer look, but felt that the woman looked more and more familiar...

At that time, the fox fairy patted his arm coquettishly, and bluntly said that when he was a child, when his eyes were still open, he would go around her grandma and grandma every day to call, but he didn't expect that he would forget even grandma when he got older.

……grandmother…?Really grandma?So his memory of his grandmother was only seven years old.

After checking some information, thinking that before his grandfather died, he had to close his eyes in front of the privately set fox fairy ranking at home, so he was sure that this was indeed his real grandmother.

Grandma is a fox fairy!

Zhao Ziheng's eyes went dark, he groped and lay down tremblingly, and then got his grandmother's sigh and anger: "Look at you! Hee hee..."

Fortunately, I was young at the time, and I was able to endure this experience. If it were him now, he would have been so frightened that he would have gone to the underworld to report.

Then turn back.

"Grandmother, Zhao's defeat, is it really hopeless?" Zhao Ziheng shook his head, a few strands of silver suddenly appeared in his black hair, and there was a strange brilliance in his eyes.He stretched out his hand to pick up a strand of silver hair, and said with a wry smile: "Grandma, why only give me 15 years, if I have a few more years, I can keep the Zhao family safe for a hundred years."

Hu Xian came down from the wall with a charming smile, floated in mid-air, stretched out her snow-white toes and tapped Zhao Ziheng's forehead, and said: "It's your kind of thinking that can't let you stay in the mortal world for a long time - just you damn ghost Daddy has half-blooded slaves who can’t even open the eyes of the sky, your dead ghost grandfather spent ten years of time to get along with slaves... You have been no longer a human since three years ago, you are only wearing human skin Fox, you dare to intervene in the change of the world and the change of dynasty, and you are not afraid of thunder."

Zhao Ziheng closed his eyes subconsciously, only to feel the warm and jade-like touch on his forehead fleetingly. He opened his eyes and looked at his grandmother floating in the air, and said, "But I am the patriarch of the Zhao family."

"You are taught badly by your dead ghost father - what kind of patriarch is not a patriarch? If your dead ghost grandpa was willing to go back to Qingqiu with me to be my master of the village, how could he report to the underworld so early and become a mediocre man?" Dead ghost? He also said to wait for three years on the Naihe Bridge—three years of boards! My family is a fox fairy with nine...seven tails! At least he can live for eight thousand years! !" The fox fairy covered her lips and smiled, and the long, glossy tail behind her was bent into the shape of a seat, allowing her to sit comfortably, and then freed up another tail to poke her worthless grandson I saw Zhao Ziheng's face was covered with hairs by the big tail that was at least as thick as others, and he didn't know where he was holding it. It turned into a pair of hairy ears, and the silver-gray hair tips turned backwards in the direction of being stroked.Seeing the giggling, the fox fairy stretched out his hand to greet those ears.Zhao Ziheng was also used to it, and he didn't dare to resist, he just pretended to be kissing him in colorful clothes.

The fox fairy floated in mid-air and followed Zhao Ziheng's pace, the jade hand stroking his ears once and for all, and kept coaxing: "My beloved son Heng, show me your tail quickly. "

Zhao Ziheng resolutely refused: "No, grandson cares about the family, so please grandma..."

"What kind of shit, your whole family is a vixen! - Kiss Bao'er Heng'er! The apex of my family, Zi Heng, quickly show your tail and let me have a look..."

"No!"

The moonlight faded, and an illusory figure appeared on the high pavilion not far away. Su Qian stood in the distance and watched the scene of the grandparents getting along with each other, and asked the old banyan tree beside him softly: "Mr. Banyan, is this the reason?"

"Exactly." The old banyan tree stretched out his hand to move his white beard hanging on the ground, nodded and said, "Exactly."

Su Qian thought for a while, then asked suspiciously: "There is nothing strange..."

"Little friend, you might as well read on."

The scene suddenly turned to another night, and Su Qian could recognize it because the sky was full of stars at this time, and when she looked around, she couldn't see Wang Shu.

It was still a young man walking slowly while supporting the wall. The only difference was that the originally black-haired young man now had silver hair pouring down like moonlight, exuding a slight halo, which made people feel very strange.The glamorous fox fairy half-floating in the air still looks like a girl, sitting on her tail and sighing, "Zi Heng, my beloved baby, why did you suddenly increase your demon power? You will scare my family to death. "

While walking slowly, the young man glanced at his fox fairy grandmother without saying a word.

Now it has been three years later, and three years later, the Zhao family's decline is evident, the children of the court are constantly suppressed, and some people in the clan often suffer from injustice. It was completely stained with frost overnight, and even the face that a 30-year-old man should have degraded instantly. He forcibly sealed off the residence with the order of the patriarch, preventing everyone from entering.

Zhao Ziheng's heart sank slightly.

During the past three years, when there were occasional respites, he ordered people to invite the best craftsmen in Gusu to renovate the whole garden, with whitewashed walls and black tiles, and every inch was perfect.

But this white wall seems to be a sign of the success or failure of their Zhao family's prosperity. No matter how good the craftsman is, no matter how good the rice milk is, the white wall will eventually become dilapidated bit by bit.

It has only been half a year since the last repair, but the whitewashed wall is not as good as it was three years ago.

Hu Immortal glared at Zhao Ziheng, and said flatteringly, "I told you not to meddle in the affairs of the world, why do you want to call the wind and call the rain?"

"Grandmother, my grandson did not call the wind and rain. My grandson's magic power is low, and he never had such power." Zhao Ziheng held a jade slip in one hand, closed his eyes and checked the content of the jade slip with his consciousness, but he let go after a while. Hand, threw the jade slip on the table casually, and the jade and stone hit each other, making a series of voiceless sounds.

Hu Immortal poked Zhao Ziheng's forehead with his hand angrily, and said angrily: "Shut up! Don't talk to me! If you listen to me well, how could you become like this in three years?" Hu Immortal She stretched out her hand to pick up a bunch of his long hair, and the silver hair slid through her hand like flowing water. She curled her lips and said regretfully: "Although it looks good this way, it looks more like a slave's house, not at all like your dead ghost." Grandpa looks like a dead ghost father."

The fox fairy crouched in mid-air and touched his head twice, and two fluffy white ears popped out from his hair, "Ziheng darling, you are about to lose control of your original form, go back to Qing with your slave!" Mound."

"Didn't it be agreed that there are still 15 years left?"

"15 years?" Hu Immortal covered her mouth and giggled: "You still want 15 years with your appearance? Baby, you are not afraid that your clan will find a Taoist priest to take you in - let's go back to Qingqiu with my slave tomorrow." !"

Zhao Ziheng slowly opened his eyes, his golden pupils were exactly like those of a fox fairy, his face was cold and beautiful, and he was no longer popular.

Su Qian was still watching quietly from the high pavilion, the banyan tree was sitting beside the nanmu table, and the little golden carp was sitting on the table, with two short legs dangling to and fro, looking very leisurely.Su Qian withdrew her gaze and asked, "Excuse me for being stupid again, this..."

Little Jinli smiled and said: "Do you think the nine-tailed fox has already been revealed? I don't even bother to look at it anymore—the Qingqiu fox tribe has only produced a silver fox for thousands of years. Look at the nine-tailed fox! Neither of the two tails dared to go back to recuperate, and insisted on staying beside the little fox..."

Su Qian blinked, but before she could say anything, the little golden carp chubby waved her hand, and the scene in front of her eyes suddenly changed. The light was dim, and the ground was covered with weeds and other things mixed with blood. Kind of scary.

This is a prison cell.

A Taoist-looking man was standing by the wall, holding a small knife in his hand, and with a creepy smile on his face, he was slowly skinning a little silver fox in Sri Lanka.

The little silver fox's body was still breathing ups and downs, obviously still angry.

After a while, the Taoist priest completely peeled off the skin, shook it in his hand, spread it on his sleeve and gestured, not caring at all that the blood stained the yellow Taoist robe.

Not far away, a silver light rushed into the prison from the outside, and the nine-tailed fox from before swayed the remaining seven tails and landed on the ground murderously. Before he had time to turn around and kill the Taoist priest.But in a breath, the Taoist priest turned into a handful of blood mist and dissipated in the air, the fox bit his lip and said bitterly: "My dear, why are you so stupid--this is a disaster, right?"

The fox fairy covered the flesh and blood again with the piece of fur that he had snatched back, pointed at himself with one hand like a knife, cut off his own tail and surrounded the little silver fox, and said distressedly and sadly: "My darling, Don't be sad, I will calmly seek justice for you—even if your dead grandfather kneels down and begs me, it's useless!" After finishing speaking, he took the little fox and flung his sleeves away.

Little Jinli pointed at the fox fairy, curled his lips and said, "Look, this is the reason, the dead ghost of the fox has knelt outside his door for an unknown how long, so that the female fox let go of her mouth and didn't exterminate the family... Tsk tsk , that female fox is so ruthless, although she didn't destroy the family, she forced them to enshrine the lucky son of the family to the Five Immortals every 40 years, and this family may never see the light of day."

Su Qian shook her head, thinking that it is true that there is a grievance and a debtor, and it is only natural for the father to pay the debt.

Little Jinli said, "Do you still want to take care of this matter?"

Su Qian: "No... I was reckless."

"That's great, you look so good-looking. If you insist on meddling, I can't bear to kill you! Well, you go back!" Xiao Jinli clapped his hands happily after hearing this, and they returned to the Temple of Five Immortals in an instant. In the backyard, the little golden carp and the banyan tree disappeared in an instant.

There was only a pool of clear water left, and two magpies landed on the banyan tree. There was a lot of sacrificial music in front of it, and someone shouted loudly: "Li—cheng—"

Su Qian walked out of the Five Immortals Temple in a trance, and the moment he stepped out of the temple gate, someone passed him by.

The man had silver hair and golden eyes. He glanced at him lightly, put his hands on his sleeves, and walked inside without looking back.

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