Fire and theft prevention

Hearing this, the old man bowed his head and sighed, and said: "No one has talked to me about the Fox Immortal Temple for more than 20 years. Since you said so, the old man will try his best to shake off his humble opinion, so let's just hear it."

Mu Qingjia and Huo Wei both looked serious and listened attentively.

"More than 50 years ago, when my parents were still working and breeding here, the incense in the Fox Fairy Temple was still very prosperous. People believed in her existence and believed that she could protect the whole village from disasters, so they came to worship every month."

He looked at Huo Wei and said, "The Fox Immortal Temple in your memory should be at that time."

Huo Wei nodded.

The old man was silent, as if he was digging his own memories. "Later, exactly 50 years ago, the emperor was ungrateful, and the gods were furious, and a fire fell from the sky. The fire burned for ten days and ten nights, and the people of Kyushu were in dire straits."

He paused and said: "However, only the city of Yangzhou... only the towns around Huxian Village did not suffer any disaster. People from all over the world came here to take refuge and spent those ten days safely."

The old man turned his head and looked at the wooden statue in the ancestral hall.

"At that time, the whole village saw with their own eyes that Yingshui dried up, and the river rose into the sky, blocking the fire. Everyone believed that it was the manifestation of the fox fairy, and she was the one who protected us."

Tired from reminiscing about the past, he paused to catch his breath.

Huo Wei said indifferently: "That's not some kind of sky fire. It's the magic cultivator burning the city."

Mu Qingjia unconsciously moved her fingers.

50 years ago, Moxiu.

It was also 50 years ago that I died in the flames of the magic cultivator, so it should be about the same time as the old man said.

"What happened next?" Huo Wei asked.

The old man continued: "The year Tianhuo came into the world, all the babies born in Huxian Village were idiots, including my younger brother, without exception."

Mu Qingjia immediately thought of her stupid mother, and quickly denied this idea.He himself died 50 years ago, so his mother's birth time in Huxian Village was much longer than the fire.

The old man's voice then echoed in the ancestral hall.

"At the end of that year, the Fox Fairy Temple collapsed inexplicably. At the beginning, everyone wanted to rebuild the ancestral hall, but every time they built it, there would be bloody disasters; or halfway through the construction, the Fox Fairy Temple collapsed at night and returned to the damaged original appearance."

The old man took a breath, and said: "After doing this several times, no one dared to rebuild it again; after a few years, the harvest of the once lush and good fields plummeted, and the forests that once produced valuable timber also declined day by day."

He sighed a long time: "In the beginning, people were grateful for the old kindness of the fox fairy, and still bowed down to worship the fox fairy; later, my father's generation gradually died, and no one would believe the stories I told."

After that, he smiled self-deprecatingly: "Even myself, I think these are just stories. Continuing to worship the Fox Immortal Temple is just following the behest of my father's generation."

The three of them were silent for a moment, as if they couldn't bear to break this long memory.Mu Qingjia first asked: {The children born in the village later, are there any idiots? }

The old man shook his head: "Only that year, nothing more."

Mu Qingjia originally wanted to ask about his mother, but thought that this old villager didn't even know anything about his father's generation, and he certainly wouldn't know about things from a long time ago, so he stopped talking.

Instead, the old man asked them: "Head Immortal, did the Fox Immortal really abandon us?"

Sure enough, he still believed in the fox fairy.

Mu Qingjia thought of the big white fox in his memory, sighed in his heart, and said: {Maybe there are.I don't know either. }

However, it may not be long before he has an answer.

Seeing this answer, the old man was a little disappointed, Mu Qingjia smiled at him and said: {Thank you for your willingness to tell this. }

"I should thank you." The old man shook his head and smiled, "Very few people are willing to listen to me talking about these strange things."

Huo Wei also nodded to him.

Just as the two were about to leave, the old man suddenly stopped Mu Qingjia.

"I have something that I want to give to the Immortal Elder, but I wonder if the Immortal Elder can give me this face?"

{You are too modest. }Mu Qingjia stopped.

Seeing that he was willing to wait, the old man walked slowly around behind the wooden statue, knocked on the wooden floor a few times, and opened a hidden compartment.He took out a wooden box from the dark compartment and grinned.

"It's been 20 years since I last saw it. It's fine, it's fine."

{This is? }

Trembling, the old man put the small wooden box into Mu Qingjia's palm.

"This is a toy given to me by the elder fairy before I have teeth. It is said that it can keep me safe for the rest of my life." He said with nostalgia, "When the Fox Fairy Village was renamed 20 years ago, I saved him. .”

Mu Qingjia evaded: {This thing is too precious to you, I can't take it. }

The old man was noncommittal, and said: "Isn't the immortal chief going to look for the fox fairy?"

"Yes." Huo Wei replied.

"Then keep it, it's just a thank you gift." The old man smiled, showing a mouthful of missing teeth, "It came when I had no teeth, and left when I had no teeth, so it's complete."

Mu Qingjia had no choice but to take over the wooden box. {thank you. }He smiled helplessly, {When we find out the truth, we will help you rebuild the Fox Immortal Temple. }

The old man watched him accept it seriously, and then smiled and sighed: "After so many years, the old man has also looked away. Maybe it's Mr. Hu Immortal who doesn't want us to build a shrine for her anymore."

He turned around slowly, staring at the headless wooden statue with his rotten eyes.

"As long as you have her in your heart, there is nothing to worry about."

After finishing speaking, the old man knelt down on the futon and fell into devout meditation.Mu Qingjia and Huo Wei didn't want to disturb him anymore, they walked out of the dilapidated ancestral hall together.

Huo Wei glanced at his right hand holding the wooden box, and said, "Wait."

He untied a black cotton thread from his pale neck, and at the end of the black thread hung a shiny jade bi.He held the necklace in front of Mu Qingjia and said, "Here."

Mu Qingjia pointed to herself, meaning: For me?

"Storage Lingyu." Huo Wei spoke quickly, "Isn't there no place to put your box? It's too much of a hindrance."

Mu Qingjia wanted to write something more, but Huo Wei clicked his tongue lightly, pulled his shoulders, and tied the black thread around his neck.

"It's just a small thing, don't whine about it."

When tying the knot, the two were very close, breathing and smelling each other.Huo Wei's hoarse voice blew directly into Mu Qingjia's ear, the tone was so hot that it made his heart tremble slightly.

The arms that belonged to an adult male spread out around his neck, and the rich fire aura enveloped him, as intimate as a hug.

Mu Qingjia was thinking wildly: Although he doesn't know what his junior brother looks like, but based on his voice alone, he doesn't know who seduces whom compared to the female fox demon before.

"Don't lose it."

After the knot was tied, Huo Wei took the initiative to take a step back, withdrawing the hug-like gesture.

Mu Qingjia only felt that the hot breath around her body disappeared.He touched the shape of the jade pendant, and found that it was a moist and compact ring-shaped jade bi, which is generally called "Pingan buckle" among the people, which means to dispel evil spirits, avoid disasters and ensure safety.

He carefully hid the safety button in his lapel, and wrote with a smile: {Thank you, junior brother.I love so much. }

Where he couldn't see, a smile appeared on Huo Wei's lips.Not his usual sneering smile, but a real smile—although it was so subtle that it was hard to detect.

But when he noticed Qing Jia's closed eyes due to blindness, the corners of Huo Wei's mouth sank again.

The next scene made the corner of his mouth sink another three points.

I saw Mu Qingjia rubbing his nose with some guilt—it was a signal that he was about to let others down, and then wrote embarrassingly:

{Junior brother, you are so kind. ... But, I want to be alone for a while now, okay? }

Hearing that Huo Wei didn't answer, his dantian was burning red and showing signs of exploding, Mu Qingjia hastily added: {Just hang around here, don't go far. ——I just recalled some past events in my childhood, and I have some headaches. }

Huo Wei's surprise disappeared in a flash. He stretched out his hand, as if wanting to massage his temple, but quickly put it down.

"Up to you." He compromised.

In fact, Mu Qingjia did not lie to him.As the old man narrated, his memories gradually began to reappear, and the scenes about the Fox Fairy Temple when he was young broke through the barrier of the soul and flesh, and returned to his mind.

The more he came into contact with the old scenes, the more those complicated memories would emerge, filling his mind, which was unbearable.

Now and then it is obviously only [-] years, but not only things are different here, but even those old things are so damaged and decayed that it is difficult to distinguish their original appearance.

I still remember that he and his mother stayed in the Fox Fairy Temple at that time, and the hot summer sun was cut into circles by the panes, warmly drawing on his back.

He just lay on the wooden floor with his legs crossed, and polished the small wooden fox carving in his hand with a small stone knife.

The woodcarving of the fox is lifelike, its long and narrow eyes dyed aquamarine with sapphires, very beautiful.

—Wait, woodcarving?

Mu Qingjia took out the wooden box from the stored spirit jade and opened it.

Inside lay a wooden sculpture of a fox impressively.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly burst into a smile: This little thing has been going around in the human world for decades, and it has returned to its original owner.

I don't know if the old village recognized him and gave him this wood carving.

Coincidentally, he regained consciousness for the first time after his rebirth, in his own hometown.

It seems to be back to the original point.

Mu Qingjia smiled and sighed for a while, and when he was wandering alone, a cold voice suddenly came from the side.

"Uncle Mu."

When he turned his head, he saw that golden and blue figure was Gu Xiao.

{Sorry, I just wanted to be alone for a while...} Mu Qingjia said euphemistically.

However, Gu Xiao didn't move. "Some things can only be said when you are alone."

According to what he meant, he wanted to hide it from Huo Wei.Mu Qingjia didn't like this feeling very much, but he didn't leave, but leaned under a tree with folded arms, waiting for Gu Xiao to speak.

The young man stood tall and tall, and said slowly: "Master, do you know the cause of your death?"

His words came straight to the point, and the language was astonishing.Mu Qingjia's heart skipped a beat, he straightened up, with a half smile.

{Know a thing or two. }

"Your junior knows that you can't recall many things, and Master Huo won't tell you the whole truth." Gu Xiao thought about it, "50 years ago, the world only heard the name of Huo Wei, the Underworld Butterfly Sword, but didn't hear about it." What is your last name, so..."

{Let's just say it. } Mu Qingjia interrupted him.

Gu Xiao was not annoyed when he was interrupted, but just looked at him with a little deep meaning.

"Actually, Master Mu had no intention of returning to the Lingao faction at the time. Later, he went to Lingao and passed away here."

He paused and said: "During the short few days, Uncle Huo had an appointment with you, and they broke up. Then you changed your itinerary inexplicably and returned to Lingao."

Between the lines, it was implying that Mu Qingjia's death was related to Huo Wei!

Mu Qingjia suppressed her smile and opened her peach blossom eyes.He usually had a three-point smile, but at this moment he suddenly became expressionless, which made Gu Xiao feel a chill for no reason.

When he was stared at by those light amber eyes, it was hard for him to believe that the other party couldn't see anything at all.

{Did Shui Jingzhe tell you this? } Mu Qingjia wrote.

Gu Xiao didn't admit it directly, but said vaguely: "Master told me."

Mu Qingjia "stared" at him for a while, and then asked: {Before in the Liu residence, you said that Huo Wei 'betrayed the immortal alliance and stole the treasure', what happened? }

Gu Xiao was taken aback for a moment, then remembered what he said to Huo Taki at the beginning, and explained:

"About 20 years after the Tribulation of the Immortal Devil, Master Huo was rewarded by the Immortal League for his great achievements in beheading the demon cultivator. But for some reason, he stole the treasure of Xuanzong's town faction and injured him in full view. Sovereign Bu is wanted by the Immortal Alliance, that's why I said this."

{I see. }Mu Qingjia pondered for a moment, then teased: {You hate Huo Wei, but you still respectfully call him uncle, it's interesting. }

Gu Xiao didn't expect him to say such a thing, he opened his eyes wide in astonishment, and said honestly: "After all, he is my uncle."

{It's polite. }Mu Qingjia said with a smile.

Although he didn't mean to be sarcastic, Gu Xiao felt that his face was a little hot.As a junior, it is impolite to talk about the private affairs between the elders.

This matter is indeed his disrespect.

"The younger generation just wants to remind you to be careful, Mr. Huo may be more dangerous than you imagined." Gu Xiao lowered his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "In this world, hypocrites are rampant, so you should not trust anyone."

This is said sincerely, and Mu Qingjia can tell this point: Gu Xiao really knows something, and he reminded him kindly.

It's just that for some reason, the uncle, nephew and nephew have never met each other, but Gu Xiao is so partial to him.

At this moment, a shout of excitement suddenly came from not far away.

"Gu Xiao, Ah Mu!" Huo Long yelled, "I found the fox hole!"

Gu Xiao coughed lightly and pursed his thin lips, feeling the urge to cover his face.

Mu Qingjia laughed relaxedly.

{I appreciate your kindness.However, it is up to me to decide which is right and which is wrong. }He wrote to Gu Xiao, {One step ahead. }

Gu Xiao watched him walk away unhurriedly, but suddenly his whole body froze, and a chill poured into his brain from the tailbone.

He turned around, only to see that Huo Wei was only a foot away from him, and his abyss-like black eyes were firmly locked on him.

"What to say and what not to say, you should know."

Dangerous flames were suppressed in his voice.

The burning sensation made it difficult for Gu Xiao to move, his pupils constricted suddenly, his breathing became short of breath, and sweat broke out on his forehead just for a moment.

Gu Xiao forced himself to straighten his back, gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't expect Master to have a habit of eavesdropping."

"Eavesdropping?" Huo Wei showed an evil smile, "I have been following Mu Qingjia openly and aboveboard. I only blame you for being useless if I didn't realize it."

As if looking at some irrelevant dust, he brushed past Gu Xiao.

"Then why didn't you refute? Why didn't you stand up and refute me?" Gu Xiao said behind him, with a hasty tone.

Huo Wei pursed his lips almost cruelly.

"Because that's the truth." He closed his eyes to hide his expression.

"As for other rumors—" He raised a pair of sword eyebrows, "What do others think of me, and what does it have to do with me?"

The author has something to say:

Gu Xiao's intentions were good, but he had too much prejudice against Huo Wei.

Huo Wei: Are you there?Why is it a good person card again today?Still taking the blame?Author, you should know what to write and what not to write.

Outside the wall: ...QAQ

In fact, the best metaphor for describing Huo Long's expression of sitting on a pillow and sword is: an elementary school student on a spring outing, riding his eldest brother's beloved motorcycle, having fun all over the street.