Proud of the rivers and lakes

Fu Jinghong didn't know what happened next.

Because he passed out.

In short, when he woke up, he was no longer in the Demon Cult.

Fu Jinghong slowly came back to his senses, trying to recall what happened before this, but found it was futile... He only remembered Murong Shang's calm expression, and later, he seemed to faint.

Hua Qingliu said that they were going to use him to lure the Hundred Refinement Gu worms. Could it be that he is dead now?

After Fu Jinghong regained consciousness, he felt pain all over his body, and the pain in his abdomen was even worse. However, it was not like the burning pain when the female gu erupted before, but as if two streams of hot air were moving endlessly in his body.

He closed his eyes again and waited for a long time, until the two restless hot air finally dissipated, he slowly opened his eyes and got up.

He found that he was half lying on the bank of a small stream, with the sound of gurgling water under his feet.

It was only then that Fu Jinghong remembered the river he saw in the Devil's Cult. He thought this stream was a tributary of the river, and he must have drifted along the river to this point.

He was a little surprised why Murong Shang didn't destroy the body, but he couldn't figure out what Murong Shang was thinking, so he simply didn't think about it.

Fu Jinghong breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly climbed up while supporting the slippery muddy shore.

Speaking of which, he really had a bit of luck, unexpectedly he was killed twice but survived, so far he thought that he was bound to die, but in the end he narrowly escaped death, but then he thought about the female Gu poison on his body, and couldn't help it. Know if you are lucky.

If the female gu is not resolved for a day, he will still die after all.

He looked around and found that this place seemed to be a wilderness with no one around. He just wanted to shed tears of bitterness, but he had no choice but to walk forward in his soaked clothes.

Now that his internal strength has not yet recovered, he cannot use his internal strength to dry clothes, drill wood to make fire, and he does not know how.

So he resigned himself to his fate and continued to walk forward. Although it was uncomfortable wearing wet clothes, it was better than naked... In case someone passed by... But would there really be people passing by this place?

Fu Jinghong walked in a daze for an unknown amount of time, and finally saw the smoke curling up from the kitchen.

That place seemed to be a small village, and there were no more than eleven or twelve households at a glance. The smoke rising from the front of those houses reminded Fu Jinghong that he seemed to have not eaten for a long time.

Although he regretted that he didn't pick up any martial arts secrets of martial arts seniors along the way, isn't that how they acted out in the scriptures? A full stomach is the business.

So Fu Jinghong evoked a friendly smile and knocked on the door of the family.

It’s not really a door, because it’s too simple, not to mention a person with internal strength, someone with a little strength can remove the whole door, but I think this door is probably just to resist the wind and cold. It is not used for other purposes. It seems that this small village still retains the quaint style of not picking up lost items on the road and not closing the door at night.

The one who came to open the door was a little boy about eleven or twelve years old. He was swarthy but had clear eyes.

The boy stared at him for a while, then asked timidly: "You...are you a mountain spirit?"

Fu Jinghong was taken aback for a moment, realizing that this little boy had never seen anyone outside this village before, so he smiled slightly and said: "No, I'm just a passerby, I wonder if I can stay for one night?"

The boy stared at Fu Jinghong's drenched clothes again and said, "You...are a water ghost?"

Fu Jinghong was waiting to answer again, but heard an old voice coming from the room.

"……who is it?"

Fu Jinghong repeated it again: "I am a passerby, I wonder if I can stay for one night?"

The old voice fell silent.

Just when Fu Jinghong thought he was going to refuse, that old voice sounded slowly: "Come in."

Fu Jinghong felt a little strange, thanked him and entered the house.

The inside of the hut was unremarkable, with a low wooden table covered in oil stains in the middle, two long benches, a dim oil lamp on the table, two extremely ordinary side dishes, and two small wooden bowls.

An old man with pale hair was sitting in the shadow that the oil lamp couldn't reach. Fu Jinghong felt a little strange, but he couldn't ask.

The old voice sounded again: "Go get another bowl of rice."

The boy behind him obediently went to get another bowl, and Fu Jinghong quickly thanked him.

After a relatively silent meal, Fu Jinghong went to wash the dishes with the little boy. First, he thought that he was here to eat and drink for free and not do anything, so he deliberately refused to go. He was inexplicably afraid to be alone with the old man.

Although he couldn't say why, the old man looked like an ordinary farmer, but it always gave him an inexplicable sense of depression.

The little boy was very innocent, and after letting go of his guard, he chatted with Fu Jinghong.

Only then did Fu Jinghong know that the little boy's parents had both died since he was a child, and he was dependent on his grandfather for life, and had never been out of this small village.

The little boy's grandfather is a doctor in the village. They usually rely on picking some mountain herbs to treat minor illnesses for the villagers. Because the people in the village are simple and honest, they don't look down on medical practitioners like the worldly people, so their life is not bad. Well done.

"Tomorrow, I will go up to the mountain with my grandfather to learn how to collect herbs." The little boy finally said.

Fu Jinghong smiled and said, "Can I go together?"

The little boy looked at him with bright eyes and said, "I'll ask Grandpa." Then he ran into the house quickly.

Fu Jinghong looked at his back and smiled.

Compared with those intriguing people in the Jianghu, he prefers to get along with such simple people... It would be nice if he could find such a simple and simple village to live in seclusion in the future.

But then he remembered what Bai Lianhua said about going back to Duanxiu Valley with him and Leng Qixuan to live in seclusion.

Thinking that he has been missing for so long, the two juniors should be in a hurry. After he recovers some internal strength, he should go to the two juniors first.

The little boy ran out again, looked at him with sparkling eyes and said, "Grandpa agreed."

Fu Jinghong looked at the little boy and thought he looked like a puppy, so he smiled and reached out to pat his little head.

Then Fu Jinghong followed the little boy to boil water for a bath. His clothes were already half dry, but thinking about how many days he had worn them, he asked the little boy to borrow a set of clothes, and then put the clothes on The clothes were washed.

The size of the little boy is naturally not suitable for him. The suit in Fu Jinghong's hand belonged to the old man. After Fu Jinghong thanked him, he went to take a bath... Although it is not proper to take a bath before the master's house, he is really sticky all over his body Feeling uncomfortable, thank you again and then go to take a bath first.

Fu Jinghong took off his clothes and was about to dive into the barrel, but was stunned when he saw his reflection in the barrel.

His facial features... seem to have become more delicate?

Fu Jinghong was stunned, and stretched out his hand to touch his face. His eyes, nose, and mouth were still the same as before, but they seemed to be a little more delicate than before. Before, the facial features were soft, but now they are a little more delicate. His skin also seemed to be a little paler, the thin calluses between his five fingers had disappeared, and the skin on his fingertips was as delicate as newborn.

Fu Jinghong couldn't help being a little horrified, could this be the result of the transformation of the female Gu worm?

No wonder the little boy thought he was a mountain spirit when he saw him at first sight. Most of the monsters in Ghost Story Tales have evil, beautiful and deceptive looks. Although his current appearance is far from being deceptive, but in a future For a villager who has seen many people, it is considered rare.

Fu Jinghong couldn't help feeling a little terrified.

If one day he turns into Momozhihua's appearance...

Fu Jinghong shook his head, maybe he wouldn't live to that day at all.

If what Hua Qingliu said is true, he can only live for a year at most.

After taking a bath, Fu Jinghong walked out of the house in a daze.

He stared blankly at the black sky for a long time, but didn't think about anything.

When he returned to the house, the little boy's grandfather had already fallen asleep, and only the little boy was looking at Fu Jinghong with his sleepy eyes watery, as if he was waiting for him to come back.

Fu Jinghong was a little flattered, and reached out to touch his little head. The little boy obediently rubbed against his palm, and then signaled Fu Jinghong to go to bed.

There is only one bed in this room, originally only the little boy and his grandfather slept, so naturally there is no other bed.

Fu Jinghong was naturally embarrassed to occupy the magpie's nest, so he shook his head and let the little boy go to sleep, signaling that he could sleep on the bench.

The little boy shook his head.

Fu Jinghong smiled and reached out to pat his head, then turned around and put the two benches together. Although the two benches were long, it was naturally impossible for the next adult man to lie flat, but Fu Jinghong has practiced martial arts for several years, so he naturally has a way to sleep well.

After he tidied it up, he turned around and saw that the little boy had fallen asleep so sleepy.

Fu Jinghong smiled, climbed onto the bench and fell asleep.

A night without dreams.

The next day was about to dawn, and the little boy and the old man woke up. Fu Jinghong had always been a light sleeper. In addition to these years of training, he woke up when they woke up.

The old man made breakfast and prepared dry food for the mountain.

The little boy looked at him with some guilt, as if blaming himself for falling asleep, Fu Jinghong reached out and patted his head.

After eating a bun and drinking a bowl of gruel, Fu Jinghong went up the mountain with the two to collect herbs.

Along the way, the little boy was very excited and rushed to introduce the herbal medicine to Fu Jinghong. Fu Jinghong didn't know anything about it, so he looked at him with a smile and a blank heart.

The old man in front picked up the medicine silently and skillfully.

After walking for a long time, the baskets they carried were already full, so they sat down and ate a few mouthfuls of steamed buns for lunch. The little boy ran to the nearby stream to fetch water.

Fu Jinghong took a few mouthfuls of steamed buns, and his mouth began to feel dry.

At this time, the old man suddenly said: "I don't think you look like a bad person."

Fu Jinghong paused, almost choking on a mouthful of steamed buns.

"Then why do you want to practice the obscene secret technique that harms others and yourself?"

The old man looked at him fixedly.

Fu Jinghong really choked on a mouthful of steamed buns.