The Demon Lord's Beginning Be Manual

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"City Master Wen?"

Jiang Shuyu frowned slightly, obviously did not expect Wen Yumian to appear here at this time.

"Silver sword and blue robe, is that a monk from Songming City?"

"Who said no!"

Under the welcome of the villagers, Wen Yumian, dressed in an indigo Taoist robe, slowly stepped out of the light until he was next to Xie Yang, and then he stopped, cupped his fists and said, "Wen Yumian in Xiasongming City, everyone has been waiting for a long time!"

I don't know what age he is now, but it must have been when he was still holding a sword, because he carried a long sword inlaid with gold and jade, which looked very valuable.

"I heard that the ancestor's family is rich, it seems that it is not a rumor!"

Xie Yang had no resistance to this shiny golden thing, so he couldn't resist touching it with his hands - fingertips and swords passed through each other, like a mirror in water.

Xie Yang didn't believe in evil, and "slapped several times" on Wen Yumian's body in succession, but unfortunately he couldn't get what he wanted each time.

He quit: "Let's see but not touch, who the hell!"

Jiang Shuyu knew it would be like this, so he didn't even try it. He looked at Wen Yumian and everything in front of him calmly, his mind was full of thoughts...

Perhaps Wen Yumian was young, and when the villagers saw his true face in Lushan Mountain, their enthusiasm suddenly faded, and even whispered: "Songming City really doesn't take our small village seriously, sending such a young boy here... "

Another slender man hurriedly raised his finger: "Shh! Keep your voice down, it's better than nothing!"

Wen Yumian's ears turned slightly, but he was not angry when he heard it. He nodded with a smile and said, "Since you invited me here, I will do my best and will not be negligent for a moment. The letter said that I lost someone?"

The leader bowed his hands and returned the salute: "As the saying goes, there is no doubt about employing people, and the journey has come a long way, and it is too late for us to welcome you. If you are a villager, please don't take it to heart."

"where."

The leader invited him to the side, and Wen Yumian immediately understood what he meant, and followed him.

"To be honest, my Jiangjiazhuang has no crops this year due to the severe drought in summer, and now the door is closed due to heavy snow, and we are already a cup of water..."

It turned out that this year's heavy snow fell for three or four months, and the door was sealed in a thick layer. At that time, the good things in Fenzhou City had not been discovered, and people had nothing to eat, so they had to go hunting in the deep mountains. The water source is also more abundant, but for some reason, these people have never returned this year, and those who finally came back are either stupid or crazy, and they often say "there are ghosts and ghosts", which makes the whole Jiangjiazhuang panic.

"It was supposed to be a closed mountain, but unexpectedly it was snowing again... The village head, Jiang Feng, has not come back for a long time. We are afraid that he will encounter that ghost in the mountain, so we invited the Taoist chief here."

"So that's the case." Wen Yumian didn't answer, but Xie Yang said before him.

He turned his face to hear Jiang Shuyu's opinion, but saw that he was looking at the talking villager indifferently without blinking his eyes.

Jiang Shuyu's hometown...

Jiangjiazhuang...

Xie Yang: "What? Know each other?"

Jiang Shuyu nodded, not shying away: "Well, I lived here for a few years before entering Songming... The one who spoke just now lived for several years after Bao'er was born."

Bao'er is Jiang Yingyue's small character, Xie Yang heard him call her that when he was in Changliu Mountain.

"That is to say, ghosts and fire illusions lead us to a time when you didn't exist?" Xie Yang frowned, puzzled, "What do you mean?"

Jiang Shuyu shook his head: "When I fell in just now, it seemed that someone protected me. It was white and hazy, probably a strand of soul."

Xie Yang: "That's right, your family's ancestors are all there, maybe there is someone protecting you."

Jiang Shuyu pondered for a moment, and said: "I thought it was my grandmother, but now it seems that it may not be—there are too many perspectives, and she is not here..."

"grandmother?"

Xie Yang suddenly became interested, and approached Jiang Shuyu and asked: "I heard that the ancestor accepted the honor as a disciple because he had a relationship with your family. Could it be that he met here?"

Jiang Shuyu thought about it for a while, and seemed to agree with it, but he was always cautious, so he still didn't jump to conclusions.

The two followed the crowd and followed the ancestral hall all the way. The legendary village head was waiting inside. What he said was not different from what the villagers said. Most of the time, it was the old tearful pulling Wen Yumian to express his concern for his son. miss.

Wen Yumian at that time obviously had a face that was not bad from today's, but it was far from the detached and free and easy attitude of today, and it was not as sleek as it is today, where everything in his heart was expressed on his face.

For example, he frowned when he heard that someone was missing, and pursed his lips when he saw someone crying, with a look of compassion. It didn't take a long time for the villagers to regard him as a confidant, and they almost hugged him and continued to cry.

He was sad for a while and sad for a while, and he came and went with the suffering.

On the other hand, Jiang Shuyu was silent from the beginning to the end, and his appearance of not giving face was not at all like the apprentice Wen Yumian would accept.

"Speaking of which, since Jiang Shuyu and Jiang Yingyue entered Songming at a very young age, it must not be said that they are obsessed with cultivating Taoism, or... what happened to the Jiang family back then?"

This thought was interrupted as soon as it came into being, Jiang Shuyu said: "Follow up." Only then did Xie Yang notice that Wen Yumian had already walked out of the ancestral hall.

The days in winter are short, and it didn't take long for Wen Yumian to walk around, but the sky was already dark when he left the ancestral hall, not even a twilight glow.

The old village head held Wen Yumian's hand, his face was sallow and dry, and his mouth was as hoarse as sawing wood: "The Taoist chief is busy with Feng'er and the affairs of the villagers in my village. He should have a banquet for each other, but unfortunately the harvest this year is really... There are only a few dried sweet potatoes, if you don't mind..."

As he said that, he took a small bundle from the person next to him and was about to pass it to Wen Yumian, but Wen Yumian hurriedly said, "What about the old village chief, it's not that I don't accept it, but it's just that I've already bigu, but if I accept it, I'll break the precept. "

Pushing a pack of broken sweet potato sticks over, Xie Yang couldn't stand it any longer: "Master, can you do it, you have to let go of this thing and run immediately, otherwise who knows whether you are really polite or not."

Jiang Shuyu said: "City Master Wen will not do things like this."

"Tch," Xie Yang said, "That means I'm kidding."

Jiang Shuyu: "..."

It took some time to bid farewell to the people in Jiangjiazhuang. It was completely dark, and Wen Yumian went all the way from the field overgrown with weeds to the wild forest. The sound of dead trees breaking and the footsteps on the ground joined together, making the silence even more terrifying.

Xie Yang was so heartless and used to it, even if it wasn't an illusion, he could lie down and sleep on the spot, so he was bored in every possible way, so he went to ask Jiang Shuyu to blame: "Master, it's not good for us to follow City Lord Wen without permission. ?”

"Ah."

"It's better to find a way to get out quickly..."

Jiang Shuyu stopped to look at him: "I didn't find it."

"Huh? Aren't your eyes able to spy on ghosts and gods? Even you couldn't find them," Xie Yang raised his head to the sky and screamed, "Then we won't be trapped here forever, right?"

There was a howling of a wild beast, which seemed to be far away, high and long, and almost perfectly merged with Xie Yang's long howl. Jiang Shuyu subconsciously pushed Xie Yang behind him, but Wen Yumian in the illusion had no one to protect him.

He had already touched the saber with his hand, and Wen Yumian squinted his eyes to be extremely vigilant, guarding against ferocious beasts that might burst out from the waist-high weeds around him at any time.

Suddenly, there was a light on his head, and his jet-black long hair fell like a waterfall...