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Taoyuan Village was not far from Wanqin, so they hurried on and finally arrived before it was completely dark.

"It's so late, there are no inns in the village. I'll take you to my old friend's house for a night."

Jiang Daoyang thought it was okay, thanked the old horse, and the old horse took them to the village chief's house.

Lao Ma often goes out to drive, so he naturally has many friends, and the village head is also one of his friends.The two share the same interests, and they are both out-and-out alcoholics. After drinking together a few times, they naturally became very good friends.

The courtyard of the village head's house is simple and simple, with three thatched cottages, and the furniture made by the farm is placed in the houses.

"Old horse?" Seeing the old horse's face when he opened the door, the village head still couldn't believe it, and rushed up after being stunned for a moment.

The old horse was being strangled by him, so he patted him helplessly and said, "I'm going to strangle me to death just now!"

"How did you come?"

Uncle Ma expressed his intention to come to him, and the village head, He Zhijun, agreed without even thinking about it.Welcoming the three of them into the house, Lao He went to make tea for them alone, and Lao Ma followed him to the kitchen.

There is also a boy in the room. The boy is sitting in the corner of the room, playing with a wooden doll in his hand.

Jiang Daoyang: "Child, what's your name?"

"He Qingfeng."

"He Qingfeng? Same name as that Pavilion Master?"

Speaking of Pavilion Master Liao Qingfeng, there are many topics to talk about.Liao Qingfeng was the owner of the Qiya Pavilion, and in Jiang Daoyang's eyes, he was a bad guy.

Luo Chuan was also slightly taken aback when he heard the word Qingfeng, maybe it was a conditioned reflex!

Seeing that they seemed to have misunderstood his name, the little boy picked up the brush on the table and wrote down his name stroke by stroke on the paper.

"Oh, it's He Qingfeng!" Jiang Daoyang saw that the child's handwriting was delicate and powerful, and it really didn't look like a ten-year-old child's handwriting.Then he asked: "Qingfeng, who taught your calligraphy?"

"Ah Hua taught it." The two who made the tea came back, and the old horse answered for the boy.

Luo Chuan: "Ah Hua?"

The village head continued: "Ah Hua is my nickname."

Luo Chuan looked at He Zhijun, only to realize that He Zhijun was handsome, and he was also in his 40s but much younger than Lao Ma.This man must have been handsome when he was young.

Jiang Daoyang coughed on purpose, and Luo Chuan then looked away, watching him flirtatiously with his fan.

He Zhijun handed the tea to the two of them, and put away the portrait on the table by the way.Luo Chuan still saw it, it was a portrait of a man, and looking at the ink on He Zhijun's fingers, it seemed to be his masterpiece.

strangeness?Well, how could he draw a portrait of a man.

Jiang Daoyang didn't know what Luo Chuan was thinking, all he could see was that Luo Chuan was staring at a middle-aged handsome man with relish.

Am I unattractive?Or does Luo Chuan like older ones?Jiang Daoyang thought in his heart and it showed on his face.

It's hard not to ignore He Zhijun's sudden dislike for him.Grinning: "You guys drink tea first, I'll go to the back room to tidy up, so that you can live more comfortably."

"Thank you, village chief." Jiang Daoyang watched him enter the back room, then turned to Luo Chuan and said, "You are not allowed to stare at him."

"..."

Uncle Ma: "?"

Luo Chuan and Jiang Daoyang slept in the back room, He Zhijun and Lao Ma slept outside.

After blowing out the bedside lamp, Jiang Daoyang approached Luochuan.

"Why did you keep looking at him just now?"

Luo Chuan didn't bother to pay attention to him, and faced the wall, leaving Jiang Daoyang with a back.Jiang Daoyang chased after him, and asked three times in a row, causing headaches.

"Shut up, I'm going to sleep."

"you answer me first."

"Yeah." Luo Chuan closed his eyes and said, "He's pretty."

Jiang Daoyang couldn't believe it: "Looks good? What eyes? Is he as good-looking as me?"

"I'm with you every day, and I never see you looking at me like that."

Luo Chuan: "..."

Jiang Daoyang whispered in his ear like a bug, and Luo Chuan was annoyed by him, so he turned around and smiled at Jiang Daoyang.

"What are you laughing at? Let me tell you, the beauty trick is..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was slashed by Luo Chuan with a knife and passed out.

The room was quiet again, Luo Chuan also closed his eyes, and gradually fell asleep.

There was only He Qingfeng on the bed outside, and the old horse slept soundly on the floor.But He Zhijun didn't know where he went?

It turned out that he was in the study.

It is said to be a study room, but it is actually a simple room with several stacks of books and an inkstone.On the table is the portrait that he put away just now. The man in the portrait has handsome eyes and sword eyebrows, with a decent look.

"Brother, Qing'er is very obedient and talented in martial arts. Everything is fine, I miss you a little bit."

He Zhijun stood for a while, and finally wiped away the tears on his face and returned to the bed.Lying there and falling asleep, there was his brother in the dream.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone into the small courtyard, scattering golden yellow all over the place.Jiang Daoyang opened his eyes and found that he was the only one left in the yard.

"Luo Chuan, Lord Luo?"

"Old horse? Village head?"

Jiang Daoyang was not discouraged, and searched around again, but there was still no one.

"Where did everyone go?" In the deserted courtyard, Jiang Daoyang could only sit on the recliner, waving the fan in his hand carelessly.

"Hahahaha." The old horse's laughter came from outside, and the courtyard door was opened.

He Qingfeng grabbed Luo Chuan's clothes, while Luo Chuan held a pile of black rags in his arms.The old horse behind him also entered the door, seeing Jiang Daoyang in the courtyard smiled and said, "Master Jiang, are you okay?"

Jiang Daoyang: "?"

There is a deep meaning in the old horse's smile, he seems to have misunderstood something?

Jiang Daoyang pulled Luo Chuan aside and asked, "What's wrong with the old horse?"

"He misunderstood."

It turned out that when Luo Chuan got up this morning, he happened to see the old horse in the yard.It was late at that time, so Lao Ma casually asked, "Why hasn't Mr. Jiang woke up yet?"

Luo Chuan just replied casually: "He is too tired, let him sleep a little longer!"

"Too tired?" The old horse's expression changed immediately, and he looked at Luo Chuan in surprise: "Oh~~ I understand, I understand."

Luo Chuan: "?"

"I always thought he was the one above, who knew you were..."

"..." Luo Chuan's face was covered with black lines, he knew what the old horse knew.

......

Jiang Daoyang: "What is the misunderstanding? Master Luo, you are talking!"

Luo Chuan bypassed him and entered the room.

The rags in his hand were actually two black robes. The robes were so long that they could cover a person's feet. They were said to be black, but they were actually a little green.

"What is this? Like a fly."

Hearing Jiang Daoyang's complaints, Luo Chuan was taken aback. Coincidentally, he felt the same way.

The old horse came in with two masks: "This is the costume used for sacrifices in the village."

"Here, here's a mask, try it quickly, is it suitable?"

Jiang Daoyang was a little disgusted: "We don't participate in the sacrifice, what's there to try?"

Luo Chuan replied step by step: "There are not enough people in the village, so I promised them."

"You agreed?" Jiang Daoyang felt unbelievable. Is Master Luo so easy to talk to?

Luo Chuan was also very helpless, who made Qiao Zhijun cry in front of him for an entire hour.A middle-aged man hugged his leg and cried out of breath. Luo Chuan didn't want to recall that scene.

"You can't go back on what you promised, go and try it." Lao Ma also hurriedly urged: "After dinner, Lao Qiao will take you to the rehearsal."

Jiang Daoyang was reluctantly pushed into the house by Luochuan.

As soon as he entered the back room, Luo Chuan began to take off his clothes.

Jiang Daoyang stared at his smooth skin and long legs looming under the clothes, and said with a smile: "Master Luo, you have a good figure!"

Luo Chuan turned around, saw Jiang Daoyang's eyes, frowned, and threw the man out by the collar.

After changing his clothes, Luo Chuan walked out, and the three of them stared at him.

This robe is very slim-fitting, with long legs and a slender waist, plus Luo Chuan's breathtaking face.

Jiang Daoyang's nose is hot

Qiao Qingfeng: "Brother Jiang, you have a nosebleed."

Jiang Daoyang touched it with his hand, and then walked out awkwardly.

The old horse is a little puzzled, although it is very beautiful, is it so exaggerated?

Luo Chuan naturally knew what Jiang Daoyang was thinking.

"Come, come, try this mask."

The old horse helped Luo Chuan put on the mask. The black mask covered his entire face, only his bright red lips were exposed.

After putting on the mask, covering that beautiful face, Luo Chuan's whole demeanor changed.He looks like the king of Hades from hell, unkind and cold people dare not approach him.

Jiang Daoyang also tried on the clothes, and they fit well.

The old horse left after lunch, saying that he was going to the city to prepare some fodder for the horse.

As soon as he left, the village head, He Zhijun, came back.

"Not bad!" Qiao Zhijun looked at the two people in front of him and smiled, "Come with me!"

The place of sacrifice is deep in the village, just in an open space.The open space is covered with green bricks, which form a circle with a stone table in the center.There are various sacrifices on the stone table. These sacrifices are somewhat strange, as if they are all stones.

Luo Chuan and Jiang Daoyang looked at the village chief at the same time

The village chief explained with a smile: "Well, this year's harvest is in short supply, and the village doesn't have much money to buy cattle and sheep."

"It's okay, it's fine if you think about it."

The sacrificial rehearsal was nothing new, and the two just mixed in the crowd and danced to the Great God.Luo Chuan and the others stood in the back row. He always felt that the movements of these villagers were stiff and their expressions were rigid.The skin was also very pale, like puppets.The entire sacrificial field is indescribably weird.