I float the only world mourning

The quiet and stretching mountains are evergreen in all seasons.

The lush pines and cypresses stand against the wind, like people waving their hands to entertain guests. Most people call this pine and cypress a welcoming pine.

The mountains are majestic, rising straight from the ground, and the interval between the hills is relatively softer. Two or three hills are sandwiched between the mountains, which shows their ups and downs and patchwork.

In the early morning, the first ray of morning sun reflects on the highest mountain, and slowly rises higher and higher with the morning sun. The morning halo fills the vast land of the world, and the golden light shines vividly.

At noon, the reddish golden light came oncoming, merging all the rolling hills into this warm embrace, giving the sun the most attentive care.

In the evening, the light of red clouds scattered on the top of the mountain, and the golden light could be seen shining in all directions.Sitting on the mountain or at the foot of the mountain, you can enjoy the wonderful sunset scenery just by raising your head slightly.

The river at the foot of the mountain flows thinly.The small flow has never been cut off all year round.Passing across the eyes silently, taking away the time and running aground, witnessing the changing seasons of the rising and setting of the sun.

There is no doubt that this is an excellent place to gather the aura of heaven and earth and absorb the essence of the sun and the moon.

The heart demon fled invisibly, and Fu Sheng followed the demonic energy all the way. When he chased here, the familiar demonic energy stopped abruptly, as if it had never appeared before.

Standing in front of the house with a long body, he felt the devilish energy.

It seemed that it wasn't that the magic energy disappeared, but was covered by another stronger aura.This strong aura overwhelms the sky and overwhelms the earth, drowning out all auras.

The huge courtyard standing facing the wind at the foot of the mountain is a very large house, and the tall and majestic portal seems to show that the former owner's identity is not lowly.

However, now it is dilapidated, with only broken walls and ruins everywhere, and it can barely be seen that it is a big house.There seemed to be some paper pasted on the dilapidated walls.

Inside, it can barely shelter from wind and rain.

Looking coldly at the surging dark clouds and mist above the house, he felt suspicious: this is actually a powerful resentment, and countless resentments gathered to form this dark cloud-like thing.

It was this strange and powerful resentment that overshadowed the demonic energy he was after.

Follow the mansion to the west for less than ten miles, and you will see Sanjin's turf house, standing in a good place near the mountains and rivers.

The environment around this turf house is elegant and peaceful, with the faint fragrance of birds singing and flowers.The river gurgled and flowed past the door, all the way downstream.

The quiet and peaceful atmosphere around makes people unconsciously slow down, clear away distracting thoughts, and calm down.

Fu Sheng slowly approached the main house of the thatched cottage, although the outside looked inconspicuous, even a bit dilapidated, but the inside of the house was of a different kind.

The layout is warm and peaceful, with a few simple pieces of furniture arranged along the corners of the wall. Upon entering the door, there are four homemade simple screens, the frame made of green bamboo, and the screen surface made of white gauze, painted with various colors of flowers, birds, fish and insects , mountains, rivers and rocks, lifelike and lifelike.

Through the screen, there is a large bed made of mahogany, complete with gauze curtains.

Next to the door is a simple four-legged table, on which the Four Treasures of the Study are not bad, and there is also a picture scroll, on which the stunning woman is gentle and generous, as if she is about to walk out of the painting.There is also a vanity mirror that looks very luxurious compared to others around the wall.Next to it is the tall wardrobe.

A few pieces of the most common furniture, simply placed together, actually formed a warm feeling of home.

The moment you step through the door, you seem to have seen the daily life of a loving couple.

The man walking towards him had a fair complexion and was very handsome, with a vaguely sick look on his face.Looking at Fu Sheng who came in quietly with a smile, his blue gown was clean and starched, even if it was a bit worn out, it didn't make people feel greasy.

"This guest who came from afar, meeting is fate." The man welcomed Fu Sheng into the room with a smile on his face.

Let him sit in front of the screen, on the chair next to the table.

When he saw Fu Sheng for the first time, the man's eyes did not hide the envy in his eyes, it is rare in the world to have such an expression.The amazement was only momentary, and then he returned to his usual look,

"Please take a seat. The humble house is simple, don't dislike it." He handed a cup of freshly brewed tea and glanced back at the woman on the bed behind the screen.

Fu Sheng glanced at the man with calm eyes, took the teacup and put it on the table without drinking.

Seeing the woman lying on the bed through the screen, she seemed to be ill, her expression was dull and gloomy, and her sick face was very haggard.Looking at her face, it should be the woman in the painting, an ordinary mortal woman.

The man in the green shirt still had that gentle smile, he looked as polite as Mu Chunfeng, and his gestures and gestures revealed a demeanor as indifferent as a bamboo orchid.

"On the far side of the land, there is a villager in this country. Seeing that the guest has an extraordinary demeanor, he must have come from afar." The man spoke slowly, and his voice was extremely pleasant, like the simple and simple Xiao Sheng, Slowly slide into the person's ear.

Floating and cold eyes swept across the woman on the bed, and then fixed on Lu Zhiyao's face, his slightly squinted eyes faintly revealed a somewhat dangerous aura, and a deep and magnetic voice sounded, even more pleasant than that of Lu Zhiyao's Thousands of times,

"My deity, Fusheng." Slowly said his name, a pair of cold eyes turned to Yu Xiao in his hand, "Who are you, this deity already knows."

Lu Zhiyao's figure swayed slightly, and he returned to normal in a flash. He only smiled and looked back at the woman who was lingering on the sick bed.