Yu Hongchen

When I woke up the next day, Danwu really left without making a sound.

Xie Liuchen secretly scolded the white-eyed wolf, took a bucket of water, cleaned the yard again, untied the vine rope around the deer's neck, and let it go.

The wild deer has a spirit that he has nurtured well during this time, but instead circles around him, refusing to leave.

Xie Liuchen said coldly: "Your master doesn't want you anymore, why should I keep you? Go away! I won't feel bad after reading this!"

After finally driving it away, I stood at the courtyard gate and looked in, only to see that the courtyard was empty and deserted.

He left the house with a tired expression. He used to go to the next door for a stroll, and found that his uncle's house was closed for the first time on Saturday. The father and daughter didn't know whether they had gone out or hadn't gotten up yet.

He was a little surprised, but he didn't think too much about it. He walked slowly in the mountain village and walked to the wooden house at the foot of the mountain.

In front of the wooden house, a white-robed scholar was squatting on the ground watering the flowers. When he saw him, he smiled: "Xie Xiandi, good morning, why are you so depressed? Is it because you didn't rest well last night?"

After talking with Fu Changning at his uncle's house on Saturday, the scholar immediately said that he hit it off right away, and that he would call him brothers. The two changed their names. He called Fu Changning "Brother Fu", and Fu Changning called him "Brother Fu". Brother."

Seeing that his smiling face was getting worse, Xie Liuchen quickly put aside the disappointment in his heart, took a step forward, and said with concern: "Brother Fu, you are not in good health, so you shouldn't come out to have a shower in the morning."

Fu Changning stood up straight with a smile, coughed a few more times, and said, "You don't have to worry too much, brother. This is an old problem for a brother. Too many scruples are unnecessary."

Xie Liuchen supported him, and said: "I remember that Brother Fu didn't wake up when he came here in the past, why did he get up so early today?"

Fu Changning said: "Brother, I had unspeakable chest tightness last night, and I was still tossing and turning in the middle of the night, so I simply got up early to enjoy the morning fragrance."

He was supported by Xie Liuchen, walked into the house, when his left foot landed, he stepped on a bright red camellia beside his feet, and then he raised his foot and walked forward without realizing it.

Xie Liuchen was behind him, looked down inadvertently, gasped in his heart, and said strangely: "Brother Fu is seriously ill, and he doesn't even know that he stepped on the flowers he worked so hard to raise." Afraid that Fu Changning would regret his carelessness when he woke up, Hastily kicked the flower to the side flowers.

Xie Liuchen helped him into the small wooden hut and sat down. Seeing that the room was full of fragrant fragrances, he thought that it would be a pleasure to live in seclusion in this secluded place, read books and serve flowers. : "I'll help you water your flowers in the future, just as I don't have to go hunting in the mountains anymore."

"In the future?" Fu Changning didn't know why, he only grasped two words, and said with a smile, "Then how long will this be in the future?"

Xie Liuchen was also stunned for a moment.Danwu gave up himself and left, leaving him to live alone in the mortal world, and he didn't know what he would do in the future.From his point of view, he will return to Qiushuimen sooner or later, but how late is this sooner or later?How long can I escape?And what kind of mentality should he have when facing Senior Brother Shang who might show his hatred for him?

Fu Changning looked at his dazed expression, smiled slightly, and said, "It seems that Brother Xie Xian still plans to leave."

Xie Liuchen said, "That's not sure—"

At this time, there was a sharp shout from the mountain: "It's bad! Dead! Dead! Dead on the mountain!"

Both of them were startled, and saw the man turned into a black shadow, running down the mountain like crazy, just passing by the wooden house they were in.

The shouts tore through the tranquility of the mountains in the early morning, and soon alarmed the entire Zhou family village. After a while, a heart-piercing cry came from the village: "Qiu'er, my son!"

All the villagers in Zhoujia Village mobilized and made noises everywhere. Uncle Saturday was crying so much that he rushed up the mountain surrounded by all the villagers, and a group of people passed the wooden house again.

Xie Liuchen first heard the sound of "Qiu'er" familiar, and felt something was wrong in his heart, and then saw Uncle Saturday in pain, his heart sank, he rushed out of the wooden house, grabbed the sleeve of a villager passing by, and asked: " who died?"

The villager's face was earthy, and he said in a trembling voice: "It's Qiu'er... Xiao Qiuer from the Sixth Uncle's family..."

Xie Liuchen felt his eyes go dark, and said in disbelief, "Miss Qiu'er, are you dead?"

Fu Changning supported him from behind, and said calmly, "Let's go and have a look."

Xie Liuchen and Fu Changning followed the villagers up the mountain, only to see a little girl's body lying in the jungle.The morning dew wets her sackcloth, and her face, which was slightly yellow on weekdays, is now gray.

Uncle Saturday lay on top of her dead body, crying so hard that he almost passed out.

Nearly a hundred villagers surrounded them, discussing quietly.

Xie Liuchen suddenly felt dry mouth, his limbs were numb, and he walked slowly to Uncle Saturday.

He couldn't believe it.

The little girl who greeted me alive yesterday and called herself "Brother Xie" just died like this?

He took a deep breath and listened to the buzzing voices of the surrounding villagers. Suddenly, something seemed to hit his heart hard.

He remembered.

Before returning home at dusk yesterday, the little girl stopped him who was passing by the door and asked, "Brother Xie, is it true what you said before that you can cultivate immortals?"

How did you feel back then?

At that time, he gave Qiu'er an affirmative answer, and asked: "You changed your mind? But don't you want to stay with your father?"

Qiu'er's eyes just lit up, when she heard the last sentence from him, she lowered her head again, and said in a somewhat disappointed tone, "It's nothing, I'll just ask casually."

He didn't believe that he was a monk before, but he asked this question inexplicably yesterday. He was afraid that the little girl was just impulsive, and asked: "Cultivation is too hard, can you really bear it?"

Qiu'er was silent for a while, and then added in an almost inaudible voice: "If it's with brother Xie, it's not impossible." She blushed and gave him a look, then went back to her room.

Thinking about it now, Qiu'er, like other mortals, doesn't believe that there are cultivators in the world, just because he has never seen a cultivator can do it, but since he helped Qiu'er beat those Yunshan disciples away last time, Qiu'er has believed a bit.In retrospect, I must have thought about it more and more, and moved my mind.

However, yesterday he just had the idea of ​​going to cultivate immortality, and he died on the mountain today.

What a coincidence.

His lips moved slightly, and just as he was about to speak, Fu Changning sighed slightly: "Poor girl Qiu'er is so young, she can't think about it so much."

Xie Liuchen was startled, and wanted to retort: ​​"How is that possible?"

How could such a lively and young girl suddenly seek death?

As the morning breeze blew, Fu Changning tightened his white robe and pointed at Qiu'er's neck: "Look."

Sure enough, there was a circle of red marks around the neck of the little girl lying on the ground, and a hemp rope was wrapped around a thick tree trunk not far away, fluttering slightly in the morning wind.

Qiu'er's death almost disrupted the peaceful life of the entire Zhou Family Village.This small mountain village hidden in the mountains is sparsely populated. It is a big deal for a villager to die, let alone a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old.

Uncle Saturday spent all his wealth to build a pair of golden nanmu for his daughter who died young, held a grand funeral, and then buried her daughter next to a big banyan tree at the foot of the mountain.

Qiu'er's biological mother died young, and her natal family lost contact with her. The father and daughter depended on each other for life, and had no other relatives.Therefore, no matter how spectacular the funeral is, there are only a few dozens of people who come to mourn.

In addition, Zhoujia Village was shrouded in a gloomy mist, so even fewer people came.

In the midst of panic, rumors arose again, saying that there was an evil spirit in the village who lured Qiu'er up the mountain and killed the only unmarried girl in the village.Except for Xie Liuchen, the rest of the villagers did not dare to go up the mountain one step further, for fear that Ruqiu'er would fall under some sorcery and choose to hang themselves.

Under the instigation of all the villagers, Uncle Saturday sent people to the city to invite a group of mages to come to the village to perform the ritual.

Xie Liuchen was always worried about this matter. He secretly probed the cultivation of these so-called mages, and saw that they were empty inside, and they were simply ordinary people pretending to be liars.He secretly found Uncle Saturday and said to him: "Uncle Saturday, these are all lies, don't cheat them of money."

Uncle Saturday seemed to have aged 20 years in just a few days. He didn't lift his eyelids, ignored him, and walked away in a daze.

Xie Liuchen found Fu Changning again, and said, "Brother Fu, I think there must be something strange about Qiu'er's death."

At that time, Fu Changning was sorting out his collections in the study, and he didn't stop when he heard the words.

This idiot, at this moment when everyone is in danger, can still concentrate on his collection of books leisurely.

Seeing that he didn't believe him, Xie Liuchen went out of the study full of disappointment, stood in front of the door, looked at the whole Zhoujia Village with low houses in the distance, and the sweet smiling face of Miss Qiu'er appeared in his mind, and he was even more puzzled.

He thought: "How could Qiu'er suddenly become overwhelmed with the idea of ​​committing suicide? The day before she died, she obviously asked me about my practice."

But except him, everyone in the village seemed to believe that Qiu'er had hanged himself, and no one questioned it.

He went back to the small empty courtyard, thinking that it would be good if Danwu hadn't left, at least he had a discussion with him, so that he wouldn't be alone and clueless as he is now.

He sighed, and sat quietly on the stone bench for a while, the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong, he jumped up suddenly, and said: "No, something is wrong, I must check it out!"

To find out the cause of Qiu'er's death, it is necessary to open the coffin for an autopsy.Xie Liuchen ran to Uncle Saturday's house and expressed his intentions, but was scolded face to face by Uncle Saturday.

Uncle Saturday scolded in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Xie, I treat you as a kind person and treat you politely, but my daughter is already dead. Do you still want her to rest in peace after death?"

Xie Liuchen argued: "Uncle Saturday, listen to me, I'm not an ordinary person, I'm—" He paused, and said calmly: "Actually, I'm a practitioner, and I know how to check the direction of the eight meridians. Let me examine Qiu'er's body, and I will know the cause of her death."

Uncle Saturday lost his beloved daughter, his sanity was no longer as clear as before, he held Xie Liuchen tremblingly in his hands, and cried bitterly: "Sin, sin... My daughter died so badly, you want to touch her body, Why is your heart so poisonous?!"

Xie Liuchen was grabbed by his sleeve, and he was afraid of breaking the elder, so he didn't dare to break free, so he defended helplessly, "Uncle Saturday, that's not what I meant..."

He couldn't argue, gritted his teeth, summoned the Xiuming sword in the sea of ​​consciousness, and stretched it out in front of Uncle Saturday: "This is the sword I use in my cultivation, I can prove it to you." After finishing speaking, he wanted to show him a sword formula.

Uncle Saturday just held the sword in a daze, and said in a daze: "Yes, you have a sword, and you have martial arts..." He muttered a few words, then suddenly his eyes turned red and opened, pointing at him and said, "Say, yes Didn't you bully her and cause her to die unbearably humiliated? Tell me, did you kill her? We have lived in Zhoujia Village for so many years without any accident. Qiu'er died as soon as you came, did you bring her Disaster?!"

Xie Liuchen was taken aback, seeing that his words became more and more absurd, he tried his best to restrain his insane body, and persuaded him, "Uncle Saturday, calm down, I am as sad as you about Qiu'er's death, but there is no way she committed suicide , we must investigate and let her rest in peace!"

At this time, his shoulders sank, and a calm voice came: "Xie Xiandi, that's all, don't embarrass the old man anymore."

Fu Changning stood behind him and put a hand on his shoulder.

Xie Liuchen turned his head to look at him, and then at Uncle Saturday in front of him, a feeling of helpless despair suddenly rose in his heart, he put away his sword, and followed Fu Changning out of the house.

The two of them left Uncle Saturday's house, and after walking for a long time, they could still hear the maddened and mournful cries behind them: "My Qiu'er, my little Qiu'er..."

Xie Liuchen walked side by side with Fu Changning, and asked, "Brother Fu, do you also think that Qiu'er committed suicide?"

Fu Changning lowered his head and hummed.

The two returned to their own homes, silent all the way.

That night, Xie Liuchen was lying on the bed when a rustling sound attracted his attention.

The sound obviously came from a long distance, but as a monk, he had excellent hearing, and it was still very clear in his ears.

He followed the source of the sound, out of the house, along the dirt village road, and up the mountain behind the village.

It was the first month of the month, the moon was dark, and there was a thick fog in the mountains, covering the stars and covering them in a layer of darkness.

As the footsteps approached, the voice got closer and closer, faintly like someone crying.

Walking to the hillside, a sad voice clearly hit his ear: "My Qiu'er, my little Qiu'er—"

Xie Liuchen secretly hid in the bushes, and saw Uncle Saturday kneeling in front of Qiu'er's grave, crying and calling his daughter's nickname, it was really sad for those who heard it, and tears for those who heard it.

He couldn't bear to see Uncle Saturday indulge in the pain of losing his daughter, and wanted to go up and say a few words of comfort, but then he thought about it, as an outsider, what qualifications did he have to explain everything to others?On Saturday, the white-haired man sent the black-haired man to my uncle, and I felt extremely sad. Let him cry to vent.

He retreated quietly under the cover of night.

But on the second day, something happened again. Uncle Saturday went out late at night and crashed into Qiu'er's tombstone.

After Qiu'er died, Uncle Saturday was in a trance and could no longer go up the mountain to cut firewood. The neighbors took care of him nearby, bringing him meals and cleaning the house.The villager went to bring him food in the morning, but found that there was no one at home. Fearing that something might happen to Uncle Saturday, he hurriedly called a few courageous hunters in the village to find someone together.As soon as he walked up the hillside, he saw in front of Qiu'er's grave, under the big banyan tree, lying the mournful old body of Uncle Saturday, with blood dripping from his forehead.

The strange death of the father and daughter really made the villagers shudder. In the afternoon, the rumors in the village had just subsided, and the rumors started again.In the mountains and countryside, there is no lack of secrets about gods, ghosts and ghosts. The villagers are afraid that something evil has happened in the village, and they are worried. Many hunters and woodcutters in the village abandoned their ancestral homes and moved their families to the city.

So what if you abandon your ancestral home?So what if you don't know how to make a living?Is there anything more important than life?

People are in panic, and there is no living person in the village.Less than three days later, all the villagers in Zhoujia Village had moved out.Xie Liuchen went out early that morning, only to find that the entire Zhou Family Village was deserted and completely turned into a ruined village.

He was ignorant, there was a sword cultivator living here, and no monsters would dare to do anything under his nose.To him, the so-called evil spirits are all nonsense, and the deaths of Qiu'er and his daughter are clearly the work of living people.

But Qiu'er was really killed by someone instead of committing suicide?He wasn't sure anymore, it seemed that once he accepted the theory of hanging himself, his previously firm thoughts would not be shaken.

Just as the door was closing, a slightly smiling voice sounded from behind: "I ran away as a human being, so there are still people who are not afraid of death like me."

It was Fu Changning who spoke.He stood on the empty village road, covered with morning dew.

Xie Liuchen didn't look back, he just smiled and said, "Why didn't Brother Fu leave?"

Fu Changning said: "Earlier is death, and later is death. Life and death are fate, why should we be afraid?"

Hearing this relieved words, Xie Liuchen let go of the depression and troubles he had been feeling for many days, and suddenly felt a sense of heroism, and said loudly: "Yes, there is nothing to be afraid of. Let's go, let's go drink!"