After being forced to attack four old enemies

After leaving this dilapidated thatched hut, Hu Xinghe discovered that there were almost only elderly people in the area at the foot of the mountain, sitting here alone, as if isolated from the world.

And the thatched hut behind him was also extremely unreasonable, the small one was short and dilapidated, it didn't look like it could accommodate the old man and his son, wife, and four little boys.

Hu Xinghe asked the old man: "Did you move here later?"

Hu Xinghe followed the old man, walking towards the back hill with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and occasionally encountered gravel under his feet, jumping over like a nimble little animal.

In contrast, Xin Qingmeng looked much more refined. Her indigo robe swayed gently with her footsteps, and her feet were stable and barely made a sound. Walking on the rugged mountain road was like walking on flat ground.With a bamboo hat on his head, he looks like a fairy who lives in seclusion here, with a feeling of being out of the world.

The old man was leading the way, hunched over, and stopped to take a few steps from time to time. Hearing Hu Xinghe's question, the old man panted and replied: "It's true that they moved here a few years ago. Since the two of them died, Mao My son kept having nightmares, and often woke up crying in the middle of the night. Later, he moved here and built a thatched cottage after listening to the advice of an expert. Afterwards, Maoer really stopped crying, and unexpectedly got this strange disease again..."

When the old man said this, he let out a long sigh, looking a bit miserable.

Listening to the old man's description, a picture gradually emerged in Hu Xinghe's mind.

A hunchbacked old man with gray hair built this simple thatched hut brick by brick, and squeezed a one-year-old child the size of a bean in the thatched hut.When the wind and rain came, listening to the beating sound of the violent storm outside the house, figures of one size and one size huddled together, silently watching the raindrops leaking from the roof...

Hu Xinghe noticed that when Xin Qingmeng heard the old man's narration, he remained silent and didn't know what he was thinking.

It took only half an incense stick to get to the back mountain. Under the guidance of the old man, Hu Xinghe and Xin Qingmeng walked deep into the forest very quickly.

The dense forest blocks the light of the sky, making the surroundings look as dark as when they are about to enter the night.The shadows of the trees are swaying and rustling, and there is a cool wind blowing on the back of the person, as if there is an invisible hand gently stroking.

The closer you get to the depths of the mountain, the more obvious this oppressive atmosphere becomes.

There seems to be a faint mist in the mountain forest, with moist water vapor, and the smell of soil, and there is an inexplicable smell.

The fog seemed to make the old man very uncomfortable, causing his chest to rise and fall violently, and he coughed with his mouth covered from time to time, his face flushed from coughing.The old man suppressed his cough and said, "We're almost there, just walk another 200 meters and we'll be there."

Hu Xinghe stared at the mist shrouded in the mountains and forests, sensing the traces of resentment hidden in the mist.This mist is more similar to the miasma in the mountains and forests. It is formed by the resentment in the mountains and forests, and it is harmful to the body of mortals.

The old man was already weak, so if he inhaled this miasma at this time, he would naturally feel extremely uncomfortable, and even die in severe cases.

Hu Xinghe said to the old man: "You go back first, just let us go in by ourselves."

Xin Qingmeng has been silent ever since he entered the mountain forest and encountered this miasma, and even the sound of footsteps was so slight that he could hardly hear him. If he hadn't been walking beside Hu Xinghe, Hu Xinghe would have almost forgotten that he existed.

Xin Qingmeng nodded, obviously agreeing with Hu Xinghe's statement, and he seemed to have noticed that the miasma was unusual.

But the old man shook his head extremely firmly, rejecting Hu Xinghe's proposal, he suppressed his coughing, and said in a weak and hoarse voice: "How can that be, you are here to help me, cough... how can I let go of yourself go back?"

Seeing the old man's appearance, Hu Xinghe knew that the old man was already at the end of his battle.The old man's brows had been lingering with black air, obviously his time was approaching, but he still insisted on asking Hu Xinghe and Xin Qingmeng to lead the way.

Xin Qingmeng pursed her lips when she heard the old man's words, but this time she did not refuse.He took out a white porcelain vial from his cuff, poured three pills out of the vial, and gave each of Hu Xinghe and the old man one.

When Hu Xinghe looked over, Xin Qingmeng lowered the brim of his hat, and said in a soft voice like a slowly flowing spring: "The anti-poison pill can prevent the poison of miasma."

Hu Xinghe smiled at Xin Qingmeng, and swallowed the anti-drug pill in his hand without hesitation.Seeing this, the old man also swallowed the small brown pill in his hand.

As soon as the elixir melted in the mouth, it immediately took effect.The chest ups and downs of the old man who was panting gradually calmed down, and his complexion improved a lot. The old man let out a long sigh of relief, joy appeared on his lifeless face, and he looked at Xin Qingmeng with more respect, obviously believing that Xin Qingmeng Dream is a real thing.

And Hu Xinghe used the palm of his hand to quietly pass a little spiritual power to the old man from behind.This spiritual power cannot free the old man from the fate of death, but it can give the old man a little more time, so that he can arrange his funeral calmly.

The three of them walked another 200 meters, and finally saw a bump in front of them.The strange thing is that the soil of this earthen grave is moist and moist, but there is no grass growing on it.

Hu Xinghe even saw a thick black mist lingering above the earthen grave, which was the resentment accumulated over the years.Even if ordinary people can't see this resentment, they will still have an uncomfortable breath standing on the edge of the earthen grave.

The old man said: "That's it. I buried them here back then."

The old man hunched forward, straightened the distorted wooden sign with his name engraved on it, and stroked the wooden sign with his rough hands.

The dense black mist lingering on the earthen grave suddenly turned into teeth and claws, and the wind howled in the mountains and forests, as if everyone had alarmed the dead souls here and woke them up.

A gust of wind and sand blinded his eyes, and when Hu Xinghe opened his eyes, the scene in front of him had completely changed.

Qionglouyuyu, palace towers and terraces are surrounded by immortal energy, and all kinds of exotic flowers and plants are filled with spiritual energy.

Where is this or the dark forest?It has clearly become a scene of heaven.

And Hu Xinghe was in a magnificent palace, the gauze woven with clouds was hung everywhere in the room, when the breeze blew, the gauze swayed slightly, as if the clouds were floating.

And Hu Xinghe was lying lazily on the bed, wearing a white gauze dotted with silver thread, his waist-length black hair was scattered on the bed, and there were a few strands of black hair hanging around his waist, outlining his slender figure. A waist that is softer than a woman's.

Hu Xinghe's appearance is very different from the one in the human world. This is a face that anyone, even the gods in the heavenly world, will be amazed by when they see it.The eyebrows are picturesque, and the winking eyes are like silk, as if they can seduce people's hearts, making people addicted to them just by looking at them.

At this time, Hu Xinghe's eyes were half-closed, his cheeks were rosy, his lips were crystal clear and rosy, the blush on his face spread all the way to his neck, he looked like he was drunk.

He used his slender fingers like green onions to tear off the clothes at his neckline, and babbled indistinctly.

At this time, another person walked through the heavy veils, as if walking out of the clouds in the sky.He was dressed in solemn black, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but he carried a noble and lofty aura, making people willing to prostrate on the ground and submit to his feet.

And the illusion also appeared for a moment when this black figure appeared, as if it couldn't bear the coercion, like pieces of a mirror shattered and turned into nothingness.

Hu Xinghe opened his eyes, and in front of him was still the dark forest and the damp earthen grave.The prosperous and majestic celestial scene just now disappeared before his eyes like a fleeting image, as if it had never appeared.

Only Hu Xinghe knew that the scene just now was not a phantom, but a real thing that happened.At that time, he was still in the heaven, and Emperor Wu Rui was not trapped by the demons and fell into a deep sleep.

This past event was the one he least wanted to recall. Presumably, the function of the illusion was to remind people of the thing he was most unwilling to face deep in his heart.

Therefore, even when Hu Xinghe saw the scene just now, he shook his head slightly.

Hu Xinghe laughed at himself, and quickly left behind the strange emotions welling up in his heart.

The old man and Xin Qingmeng were also pulled into the illusion.

The old man was lying on the edge of the earthen grave, with his eyes closed tightly, his old face showed an extremely horrified look, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, he kept resisting with his hands in front of him, and kept saying: " Don't take me away, don't take me away... What should Maoer do if I go away...he is only 5 years old!"

Suddenly, the old man rolled up his eyelids vigorously, revealing two whites of his eyes, and his two hands were like pliers, pinching him tightly around his neck, as if he was about to strangle himself to death.

Hu Xinghe immediately stepped forward to send a wave of spiritual power to the old man, pulling the old man out of the illusion.However, because the old man was too weak, after coming out of the illusion, he only had time to breathe out, and passed out because of being too exhausted.

Only now did Hu Xinghe look at Xin Qingmeng.Xin Qingmeng stood there quietly, like a green bamboo in the forest, motionless, only the hem of her clothes swayed slightly with the breeze.

He still wore a bamboo hat on his head, most of his cheeks were hidden in independent shadows, only half of his fair chin and perfectly shaped lips were exposed.

He was still holding the candied haws that Hu Xinghe gave him earlier, he thought he didn't want to eat it and couldn't throw it away in front of Hu Xinghe, so he kept it in his hand.

Hu Xinghe inexplicably wanted to laugh.

If Xin Qingmeng hadn't been motionless at this time, he wouldn't have looked like a person caught in an illusion, because he was too quiet, and even his expression didn't change the slightest.

Hu Xinghe put his hand on Xin Qingmeng's wrist, trying to pull Xin Qingmeng out of the illusion, but fell into Xin Qingmeng's illusion in an instant.

The surrounding scene suddenly changed, Hu Xinghe was already in a small wooden house.

The decoration of this wooden house is very simple and elegant. There is simply a desk made of bamboo, two poufs, and a bed made of bamboo covered with a straw mat.

A young boy was burying his head on the desk, writing on the bamboo slips with a brush, reciting scriptures in a low voice while writing.With a bun tied on his round head and wearing an indigo robe, he looks like a little Taoist priest.

Hu Xinghe raised his eyebrows, a little surprised in his heart, could it be that the last thing Xin Qingmeng didn't want to think about was actually copying scriptures?

He chuckled, squatting in front of Xin Qingmeng, who was about five years old, and looked at Xin Qingmeng generously. Anyway, this little Xin Qingmeng in the illusion couldn't see him.

Xin Qingmeng, who was only five years old, had a lovely snow-white cheek, a pair of jet-black eyes that were crystal clear like black jade, a small and straight nose, and a pink and tender mouth.At this time, Xin Qingmeng's butterfly-like eyelashes still had two teardrops that would never fall off, looking pitiful and cute.

Hu Xinghe's heart itched to see it, and he almost wanted to poke Xin Qingmeng's soft cheeks twice, and he didn't know why Xin Qingmeng was crying, crying so pitifully.

But Xin Qingmeng took out a crumpled parchment scroll from her arms, carefully spread it out and placed it on the desk, shedding tears silently while reading it.

Hu Xinghe saw that there was a message written on the parchment, which was the news that Xin Qingmeng's mother died of illness.

Xin Qingmeng was taken to the mountain when he was only three years old, and lived a life almost isolated from the world. He didn't understand why, but he tried hard to endure the poor and lonely life on the mountain without a single complaint.

He often misses his father and mother on the mountain, and always thinks that he will go back to see them after he has achieved something in his practice.With such thoughts in mind, Xin Qingmeng has been practicing obediently and diligently with her master.

Unexpectedly, before he had time to see his mother, his mother had already died of illness.

Xin Qingmeng's personality has been so soft since she was a child, even when she was very sad, she would cry silently.

This appearance made Hu Xinghe feel more pity than howling loudly, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to caress the top of Xin Qingmeng's head, but one person quietly walked to his side.

Hu Xinghe's hand froze immediately, he raised his head and smiled at the figure, then withdrew his hand in embarrassment: "Mengqing, you're here too."

Even Hu Xinghe felt that what he said was nonsense, this was Xin Qingmeng's illusion, of course Xin Qingmeng was there.

Xin Qingmeng walked to Hu Xinghe's side, quietly looking at the little figure crying on the desk, the atmosphere seemed a little silent for a while, Xin Qingmeng suddenly said: "I left my parents when I was three years old, and I have been with you since I was a child. I grew up with my master."

It was rare for Xin Qingmeng to take the initiative to talk to him, and Hu Xinghe felt flattered for a while.He nodded and turned his head to look at Xin Qingmeng, not knowing why Xin Qingmeng mentioned this to him.

Xin Qingmeng's voice was like a clear spring flowing slowly under the moonlight, quiet and gentle, making everyone who heard his voice quiet down unconsciously.

"Master treated me very well and taught me a lot of skills. If it wasn't for Master, I might not be alive today. After learning the news of my mother's death, I knelt in front of Master's door for a day and a night, begging Master to let me go. I went down the mountain, but Master still refused."

"At that time, I even had resentment towards Master because of it..."

"I didn't understand Master's difficulties until later..."

"This is the last thing I want to think about..."

After Xin Qingmeng finished speaking this passage quietly, perhaps it was hard to let go. When he said this passage, his voice was always a little sad.

Maybe it was because things piled up too heavily in his heart, or maybe this scene made Xin Qingmeng sink into depression, so Xin Qingmeng chose to confide this matter to Hu Xinghe.

Hu Xinghe listened quietly, without speaking.Silent company at this time may be the best comfort.

The atmosphere between the two fell into silence again. After a while of silence, Xin Qingmeng suddenly asked Hu Xinghe, "So... why did you appear in my illusion?"

Hu Xinghe froze, as if someone had caught the fox's tail, he didn't know what to say for a moment, he could only look at Xin Qingmeng helplessly, and explained dryly: "I just held your hand, I I don't even know why I'm here..."

Xin Qingmeng's eyes fell on Hu Xinghe for a moment.Perhaps she was still not used to being in contact with people, after meeting Hu Xinghe's eyes, Xin Qingmeng was defeated.He turned his cheeks away, tried his best to ignore Hu Xinghe's gaze, and lowered the brim of his hat with his hands.

Xin Qingmeng pursed her lips, her voice was so soft that she could hardly hear it: "Let's go, you, you pull my sleeve..."

Hu Xinghe said dryly: "Oh."

He immediately stretched out his hand to grab Xin Qingmeng's sleeve and stood up.

Xin Qingmeng's gaze quickly moved away from Hu Xinghe's hand as if on fire, perhaps he had never been so close to someone before, and such a distance made him feel uncomfortable.

Xin Qingmeng took out a bell from his cuff. The small and delicate brass bell made a crisp and pleasant sound with the shaking of Xin Qingmeng's wrist.

"jingle!"

The first bell rang, and the scene in this illusion shook as if it had experienced an earthquake.

"jingle!"

The second bell rang, and the scene in front of him trembled violently as if the sky had collapsed, and even Hu Xinghe was a little unsteady on his feet.

At the beginning, he was still tugging at Xin Qingmeng's sleeves, but later he directly hung Xin Qingmeng's wrists with both hands.I don't know where Xin Qingmeng's thin body can get so much strength, even being hung by Hu Xinghe like this, it doesn't move at all, like a pine tree deeply rooted in the cliff.

"jingle!"

When the third bell rang, the world was like a shattered lens, with cracks first appearing, then shattered into countless fragments with pictures, and finally turned into light spots and disappeared into nothingness.

Just after this illusion disappeared, Hu Xinghe and Xin Qingmeng both opened their eyes.

Hu Xinghe's posture changed from holding Xin Qingmeng's wrist to hanging from Xin Qingmeng's body at some point, like a monkey hanging from a tree.

Xin Qingmeng's snow-white neck turned crimson visible to the naked eye, and she seemed a little at a loss for a moment. She didn't know whether to push Hu Xinghe away, or let him hang like this.

Seeing Xin Qingmeng's appearance, Hu Xinghe blinked his eyes a few times, and then smiled, his brows and eyes crooked.

If it was changed to another place, Hu Xinghe would definitely tease Xin Qingmeng with great interest, and laughed at Xin Qingmeng's flustered and self-possessed appearance.

But it's really not a good place to laugh and laugh right now, besides, he still has important things to do, so Hu Xinghe reluctantly got up, and looked at Xin Qingmeng several times as if reluctantly.

Xin Qingmeng's ears turned red, as if to relieve the embarrassment at this time, Xin Qingmeng focused all her attention on the earthen grave in front of her.

He stared at the earthen grave for a long time.Hu Xinghe couldn't see Xin Qingmeng's expression, but he could feel the change in Xin Qingmeng's mood, and he became serious and serious.

Xin Qingmeng suddenly said softly: "This grave has been set up with a transfer formation."

Fox Xinghe didn't do much research on formations, but just by hearing the name of this formation, he could guess a thing or two, it is probably a formation that transfers other people's luck to another person.

So, someone arranged a formation on this grave to transfer the luck of the couple to him?

At this moment, the old man who had been drowsy woke up slowly, and Hu Xinghe gave the old man some spiritual energy, so that the old man could barely maintain his physical strength.

After the old man woke up, Hu Xinghe asked the old man directly: "Old man, did your son and daughter-in-law have feuds with others?"

The author has something to say: the second update at 12 o'clock in the evening

The fourth child is a really shy doll~