Don't suffer the fate of Lao Tzu's family! [Master Ghost Extermination]

After autumn passed, the mountain village ushered in the first heavy snow. The white snow visited the village throughout the winter. Even if the sun rose, it could not melt all of them. The snow piled up so thick it could sink into the knees.

The old pine tree in the yard was tightly covered with snow. When the snow stopped, it would be overwhelmed by the white snow accumulation, and it would "snap" a few times and fall a few piles of residual snow.

The trees at the gate were covered with snow and rime throughout the winter, and the weather was so cold that even squirrels were reluctant to come out for activities.

Not to mention squirrels, even I don't want to move my nest.

The heavy snow was whistling outside the door, and the wind was blowing gust after gust, like a roaring monster.

Yuan didn't have time for a cup of tea as soon as he went out, and when he came back, white snow had accumulated on his hair and eyebrows, and he looked like an old man who had turned white all night.

The charcoal fire is still burning in the house, burning quietly, and there is a noise of heavy snow outside the house, as if separated into two worlds.

If the snowflakes on Yuanyi's body are not wiped clean, they will melt into snow water in a while, and the whole body will be wet by then.

After taking off the haori that was covering him and shaking off the snowflakes on it, I found a clean cloth and helped him wipe his hair.

"Yuichi." I called his name.

When Yuan turned around, he looked at me with red eyes, like clear gems, and the sun wheel flower earrings on his ears swayed with his movements.

"You're going to become a grandpa." I smiled with eyebrows and eyes crooked.

Yuan slightly bent the corners of his mouth, "Then are you going to become an old woman?"

After getting along for several years, he would occasionally make some jokes along with me.

It's good, it's good to make jokes, and occasionally to be coquettish and cute, although it may be unconscious, but it's good.

Yuanyi stretched out his hands to hold my face, those hands were slightly rough, warm as the burning charcoal fire in the house.

Yuanyi's body is different from ordinary people's. The temperature in the palm of his hand and the body temperature are always kept at 39 degrees. At first I thought the child had a fever, but after observing his physical condition, I found out that it was not.

His physical fitness is much better than ordinary people, even better than many powerful ninjas I have seen before.

Usually I am exhausted from work, and when I get home, I am half dead and paralyzed on the ground like a dead salted fish. This man is carrying a hoe, his face is not red, his heart is not beating, and he is not panting. "I can do it for another 1 years."

Grass.

No comparison, no comparison, really no comparison.

In winter, I will always be greedy for the temperature of his hands, and habitually press his hands on my face as a baby warmer. Over time, he has also developed this habit, holding my hands when he has nothing to do. The warmth from my face and palms is enough to keep me comfortable all day long.

It can be used as a cat, and it can also be used as a walking warm baby. My baby is so worth raising.

After the worst snowfall in winter passed, the weather began to warm up. One night, it began to rain, "tick tock" hit the window sill, and the dark rain covered the whole world.

After the warm sun rose, the gray clouds and snow were driven away, and the village that had been covered by clouds and snow all winter brightened up. The icicles hanging on the pine branches fell into the remaining snow that had not yet melted with a "click" sound. inside.

The weather is warmer today.

I realize that spring is here.

I am not the only one who discovered the attributes of Yuan Yinuan baby.

When spring comes, there is still the coldness of winter in the air. Children are inevitably told by their parents to wear more clothes. Even adults wear thick clothes. At this time, the thickest clothes on their bodies are only the Haori's relationship attracted the children's attention.

Children always like to gather around Yuanyi. They want to be hugged and held high. I always like to run to Yuanyi and hang around.

Katsutaro and Keita also like to hang around in front of Yuanyi. The two children have witnessed the whole process of Yuanyi beating Mama Xiong's family, and they are determined to learn Yuanyi's stunts.

Yuanyi doesn't like holding a knife, I know it.

In his view, holding a knife means to use the knife in his hand to hurt others. Except for the last resort when facing a beast, I have never seen Yuanyi attack with a knife.

People who don't like holding knives have the talent to hold knives. I don't know if this is a kind of sadness.

But at least he's happy now.

Katsutaro said that he wanted to learn Enichi's sword skills, and I knew that Enichi didn't want to talk about this topic.

So I took that little kid Katsutaro back to his own home, and told him to farm the land well, and stop talking about it.

God knows, this kid is still as naughty as he was when he was a child, he didn't give up until the Yellow River, he calmed down a little after being beaten up, at least he wouldn't pester Yuanyi to teach him sword skills in front of me.

Since then, Mrs. Shiro has always wanted to learn "the art of smashing the dog's head between the pillars of a thousand hands with one punch". There is no other reason. The youngest son of Mrs. Shiro's family has always been the most naughty one among the four children. Yes, after the autumn incident, I punched it into the ground, and after I pulled it out of the ground, it miraculously disappeared for a long time.

Mrs. Shiro felt that she had found a breakthrough. This beautiful move might be able to restrain her hapless son.

However, Mrs. Shiro is destined not to learn this technique of hammering people based on strange power. Over time, when her son is disobedient, she tells me to hammer her son, and Katsutaro restrains himself a little because of this.

I:"……"

It seems that I am about to become "so and so who can stop children from crying at night".

This evening, Katsutaro and Keita came to my house to look for Enichi as usual. After seeing me, Katsutaro visibly trembled and hid behind Enichi, refusing to show his face, but Keita called me "Sister Song" very enthusiastically .

So, the bear child is so cute that you can't wait to dedicate the whole world to him when he is young, and when he grows up, he can't wait for you to push him back into his mother's womb and give birth again.

Qitai's state today is obviously absent-minded, if he wants to bet his underpants when playing double six with Yuanyi, then his underpants will be 100% lost.

"What happened?"

The newly made Chunbing has just come out of the oven, and it is cute on the plate, and it also has a rare sweet taste. The children in the village like to come to me for snacks. Today I went to the mountain to dig out honeycombs. A toddler just in time for the first batch of dessert.

Qitai took out a white and fat dumpling from the plate, "Father is injured."

I know that Qitai's father broke his leg when he went up the mountain to cut firewood in the heavy snow, because when he was brought back, no one in the village knew how to set his bones, and there was no doctor who would rush to this small mountain village in a snowy day.

The matter of breaking a bone is not a big deal to me. I have broken bones a lot before, but most of them were interrupted by others.

I have become a good doctor after a long illness, and my skills in bone setting can be regarded as good, so the dead horse worked as a living horse doctor to fix the bones for Qitai's father, spread a little medicinal material picked from the mountains, fix it with a wooden board, and cultivated honestly Just a few months.

A few days later, I saw that Qitai's father was recovering well, and he was able to go out with a cane.

"It's okay, he'll be fine." I stroked Keita's head, "Didn't he go out with a cane yesterday?"

Qitai was holding the white and fat dumpling in his hand, he hesitated to speak, and after struggling for a while, he made up his mind to say something.

"Sister Ge, do you believe in ghosts?"

I paused while touching his head.

Ghost...?

I do, I do.

In the first year when I came here, I was chased by ghosts for several streets, and I almost lost my life. That is really not a good memory.

This village is so closed that it can be said that it is isolated, and such things as "ghost" should not come out of Qitai's mouth.

"Sure enough..." Qi Tai lowered his head, a little disappointed, "Sister Ge will definitely not believe it."

"No." I pressed my hand on Keita's head, "I believe in you."

The little boy raised his head, his eyes filled with something called hope.

This matter has been backlogged in Qitai's mind for a while, and the child refrained from talking, maybe because he was too scared, or because he was told by his father.

I can understand the idea of ​​not wanting to cause trouble, but once ghosts appear in this village, according to the information about ghosts that Yan Shoulang told me, everyone in this village will die.

"Can you tell me what's going on?" I said, "I promise I won't tell anyone that you said it."

Qi Tai lowered his head, was silent for a while, and finally made up his mind to tell the matter again.

On the day Qitai's father broke his leg, it snowed heavily for several days in a row, and the firewood at home happened to be insufficient, so his father braved the heavy snow to go to the mountains to cut firewood.

Visibility was very low in the boundless heavy snow, and Qitai's father could hardly see anything, feeling the branches of trees all the way up the mountain.

At this time, a group of people appeared, took Qitai's father away without any explanation, tied him up with a rope, and brought him under a tree. There was a steep slope next to the tree, and those who rolled down would have missed it at least. half life.

The surrounding area is very empty, there are no people, only the sound of wind and snow whistling.

Qitai's father had no way to call for help, even if he did, the voice would swallow his voice in the next instant.

Dazed, Keita's father heard the group of people say something like "before the ghost killing team", "ghost", "heir of the Fujiwara family".

The group disappeared, or rather hid.

Qitai's father was forced to stay in the boundless snow for a long time, when suddenly a figure appeared in the wind and snow, at first he couldn't see clearly, then the figure of that person became clearer and clearer.

When he got closer, Qitai's father realized that it was not a person, but a monster with huge horns. Qitai's father was tall in the village, even taller than Yuanyi, but that monster was abruptly taller than Yuanyi. Qitai's father was three or four heads taller, and his skin was not that of a normal person, but a kind of gray.

The monster said that it was going to eat Qitai's father, Qitai's father struggled desperately, and finally the group of people rushed forward, holding the knives in their hands and rushing towards the monster.

Qitai's father wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape, but was caught again by one of them. While struggling to resist, he rolled down the steep slope. Fortunately, the steep slope was covered with a thick layer of snow at this time, and Qitai's father only broke his leg. After the snow stopped, the hunters in the village who went up the mountain to hunt found and carried the village back.

Afterwards, Qitai's father thought it was just his bad luck, and he thought he was unlucky. After being frightened for a few days, he didn't want to add more trouble, except for telling Qitai's mother about the incident, he didn't say anything more.

On the day of the narration, Mrs. Qi hid outside the door and heard it secretly. As the eldest son, Mrs. Qi was very sad that his father suffered such a catastrophe, but he didn't know who to talk to, so he kept it in his heart until today and told me.

I frowned, and the toon cake in my hand was unknowingly pinched into a crumpled lump.

There is no doubt that those people used Qitai's father as a bait to lure the ghosts out. It is hard to say whether they are members of the Ghost Killing Squad.

More than ten years ago, I had contact with a member of the Ghost Killing Squad. It is undeniable that he was a warm-hearted and good person, but I cannot be sure that all members of the Ghost Slaying Squad can be like him, and I can be classified as a good person. , after all, everything is not absolute.

Ghosts are not only cannibals, but they are also extremely troublesome things. Their regenerative ability is terrifyingly powerful. Except for sunlight, there is no other thing that can kill ghosts.

Ghosts come and go at night, but it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to spend time with them until the moment the sun comes out, and when they encounter them, it is a proper word "death".

Recently, it seems that I can't be as lazy as usual.

"Sister Song?"

Qitai's voice rang in my ears, and when I came back to my senses, I realized that the white, fat and cute Chunbing in my hand had been destroyed by me so much that I couldn't bear to look directly at it.

After stuffing the white dumpling into my mouth and eating it in two bites, I stroked Kaita's hair, "It's okay, Kaita, your father will be fine."

"Really?" Qitai still didn't quite believe it.

"Really." I said, "If you lie to you, Katsutaro will get his mother's club tomorrow."

Kaita's face collapsed in an instant, "But Katsutaro gets his mother's club every day."

"Hey, hey! Don't use someone's beating as a guarantee when they are not paying attention!" Katsutaro with sharp ears held the chess piece in one hand and roared.

Taking advantage of the distraction time, Enichi's chess piece has reached the critical point, Katsutaro wailed and smashed it on the chessboard with his head in his arms.

The wood-carved chess pieces and dice rolled to the floor with a rumble.

Lunch time is approaching, I asked the two little devils if they want to stay and eat together, Keita hesitated for a long time and decided to go home to eat with his parents, Katsutaro also chose to return obediently in order to prevent his mother from picking up a knife and dropping the mallet. home for dinner.

The two little ghosts came home, I rolled up my sleeves and prepared to go to the river to catch two fish. For lunch, I cleaned the internal organs of the fish, cut them from the back, inserted them with a branch, brushed them with sauce, roasted them on the fire, and made another dish Vegetable miso soup with white rice is perfect.

"Song." Yuanyi suddenly stopped me.

After the winter, the spring sun is coming softly, and it is scattered on Yuanyi's crimson hair, and the whole person looks bright and clear.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

This young man is not good at expressing his emotions with facial expressions. After all these years, I have become a "professional in Du Ji Guo Yuan's heart". I know that he is hesitating and confused.

"Am I going to learn to hold a knife?" he asked.

I was a little helpless, Katsutaro only heard the last sentence of my conversation with Keita, but Yuanyi heard all of it, Yuanyi’s five senses are much more developed than ordinary people, so my conversation with Keita must have been overwhelmed by him I finished listening to the words without falling.

"Yuichi." I called his name.

"Ah."

"What does a knife mean to you?" I asked him, sitting next to him with my feet dangling in the air.

Yuanyi sat next to me, and slowly began to describe his experience of holding a knife for the first time as a child.

When he was a child, he had always lived in a room the size of three stacks. Because of the ominous birthmark on his forehead, he had always been considered an unknown person. His mother's anger saved him from his father who wanted to kill him. Life.

Even so, he can only live in a room the size of three stacks, and is not allowed to have contact with outsiders. After reaching the age of ten, he will be sent to a temple to become a monk.

I am probably the one who knows him best, so I was always regarded as a disabled child who couldn't hear or speak until he spoke. My first reaction in my heart That's right.

If you want to ask me why I understand it so well, it’s probably because “Yuge” is also a dull person. I didn’t start talking until I was about three years old. When I spoke, it was a rainy day, and my mother was singing.

I called "Mom".

I don't remember what happened after that, I just remember my mother's tears streaming down my cheeks.

Yuanyi's mother is also the only person in this world who cares about him, so she made this pair of flower earrings in the shape of a sun wheel and gave it to Yuanyi, praying for the god of the sun to bless him.

Mothers are all the same, they regard their children as the whole of their lives.

Yuanyi's twin brother was raised by his father as the next heir to the country, so his father forbade Yuanyi's elder brother to contact Yuanyi.

On the second day when he came to play with him, Yuanyi's elder brother was beaten by his father for disobeying his father's order.

Yuanyi kept saying that the flute beside him was a gift from Yuanyi's elder brother.

Yuanyi said that he always remembered that on the day when he gave the flute to him, his elder brother smiled and said to him that if he needed help, he would come to help him immediately, facing his cheeks that were beaten blue and blue by his father. Nothing to worry about.

The elder brother said that he wanted to become the number one samurai in the country, and Yuan Yi decided to follow in his brother's footsteps and become the second best samurai in the country.

Yuanyi's elder brother is a ray of light to Yuanyi. I can understand that Yuanyi is a little sun, but he also needs others to shine on him. Maybe his elder brother is the one who shines on him.

At the same age, I didn't meet my own sun like Yuanyi, so I didn't become a person like Yuanyi. At that time, I was just a blood moon sinking in the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Every day and every night, I was in the situation of killing and being killed. Until one day, someone asked me what I want, and I didn't think of the question of "what exactly do I want".

But by the time I knew what I wanted, I had nothing left.

I continued to listen to Yuanyi.

When he held the knife for the first time, he held a bag bamboo knife in his hand. When watching his brother practice sword skills, the father who was in charge of teaching his brother gave Yuanyi a bag bamboo knife as a joke.

Then Yuanyi beat him up.

Yuan beat someone up.

Beat people up.

beated.

The.

No comparison, no comparison, really no comparison.

Beating an adult for the first time holding a knife, I really have no comparison.

I was already active on the battlefield when I was seven years old, but the prerequisite was that I had already received quite strict training. In our generation, Uchiha children had to receive clan training when they were five years old. To be sent to the battlefield, officially become a tool of war.

Yuanyi, who had never received training, had not even stepped out of the three-fold room, so he beat his father's subordinate, an adult man, and from what he said, he was beaten terribly .

This talent, I'm going to be sour like a lemon.

From then on, he never thought about becoming a samurai. Because holding a knife, he had to beat others, and beating others made him feel too uncomfortable.

I know that Yuanyi has always been a gentle person, and he showed all his gentleness to the world without reservation.

So tender.

But the world is not always gentle, at least the people in this world are not always gentle.

The sun has risen to the mid-heaven, and the sun at noon is even warmer. The branches and leaves that were originally covered with a thin layer of residual snow gradually melt into snow water, sliding down the outline of the branches and leaves.

"Yuichi, a knife is just a tool." I said softly, "What kind of knife it is depends on you."

Yuan Yi didn't understand, I saw his sun wheel earrings swaying in the wind.

"If you want to use it to kill people, it is the knife used to kill people." I lowered my eyes, Yuan Yi was obviously stunned for a moment, and then I continued, "If you want to use it to protect people, it is the knife used to protect people .”

"A knife has no consciousness of its own, so what kind of knife it is depends on who holds it."

"When you were seven years old, you knocked down your father's subordinates with the bag bamboo knife in your hand. You were very sad because your father's subordinates had done nothing wrong. He had no reason to be beaten. You used the bag bamboo knife Beating an innocent person makes you feel sad and guilty, which is what ordinary people would feel."

I dangled my legs dangling in mid-air.

"But swinging a knife is not necessarily for hurting others, it can also be used to protect others." I said.

"It's like you beat the bear last time to protect Katsutaro and Keita." I said with a smile.

The author has something to say:

Song: This young man is really kind. He even feels guilty for beating someone. I have never felt this way.

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