Yuan Xianger hurriedly cut off the connection with Nan He, and after suggesting to herself eight hundred times, she finally reluctantly believed that she hadn't made a mistake just now, and passed those messy thoughts into Nan He's mind.
She buried her head in packing, and carefully gathered up the long silver hair that was pressed against her eyes and put it in her purse. She had been embarrassed to look up at Nan He's expression. In her sight, there was only a big silvery white tail. The tip of the tail was slightly raised, and the thin fluff swept back and forth in the air, making her heart itch.
In the dead of night,
Yuan Xianger slept alone on the bed in the guest room, too excited to fall asleep. She could sense where Nan He was, and Nan He was crouching on the roof above her head.
Why didn't Xiaonan come down today? What the hell is going on.
Yuan Xianger rolled twice on the bed, flipped out the strand of silver hair, and held it in front of her eyes for a while.
so beautiful. The wisps of stars and moonlight are flowing, pinching in the palm of the finger, cool and silky and smooth. Yuan Xianger straightened them out, tied one end, and braided them into a small, thin braid. After I made it, I took a closer look, probably because I rolled on the bed for a long time, and there seemed to be one or two of my own black hair mixed in the silver thread.
Forget it, that's it, Yuan Xianger twisted the small braided braid and played with her fingers repeatedly, she couldn't help but put it on her lips and kissed gently.
When will it be turned into a magic weapon. Nan He said that it can be refined into a circular instrument, which can have the effect of a white jade plate.
Make something that you can carry with you? The bracelet seems to be good, the ring is fine too, hehe.
It's a pity that the art of refining is not very good. There is still a lot to learn...
Yuan Xianger fell into a dreamland in her wild thoughts.
The night in Zhuangyuan was dark and silent, it was sunny tonight, the sky was clasping the earth upside down, and the stars were shining brightly on the sky.
Nan He squatted on the roof tiles and looked up at Sirius in the night sky. The cold night wind ruffled his soft fur.
The first time I heard the word tie, it was in a cold and narrow iron cage.
With a hideous and disgusting face, squatting in front of the iron cage, Zhang Kaihuang teeth said to him, "Don't resist, obediently make a contract with me. Otherwise, you will be stripped of your skin and sold to the Taoist priest of Dongxuan Sect. device."
A rusty iron arrow came in from the gap in the iron cage and stabbed his body slowly with a playful intent. He tried desperately to dodge in the iron cage, but because the space was too narrow, he could only watch the cold weapon pierce his arm after all. Without hesitation, the sharp weapon hurt him without a trace of pity, pulled out of his arm with flesh and blood, and slowly approached him again. It wasn't until he was covered in blood and scarred that the iron cage was opened. A rude big hand reached in, pinched his neck and lifted him out, placing it in the center of a magic circle.
"Make a contract with me, be my apostle, and spare your life." The stench of that human voice sounded above his head.
The weak Nan He was lying in the center of the formation, watching his red blood flow along the formation. At that time, he gritted his teeth and said in his heart,
Never be an apostle of mankind, even if you die, don't make a bond with something like mankind.
Unexpectedly, after a hundred years, he has willingly become a human apostle, and that person even specially modified the situation of the contract for him.
Nan He turned down the eaves, quietly pushed open the window, listened for a moment, heard long and even breathing from inside the house, made sure that the man was asleep, and then slipped into the house.
He landed on all fours without making a sound, and after shaking his body, he turned into a man with long silver-white hair and stood up.
The man stood on the edge of the bed, looking down at Yuan Xianger on the bed by the faint snow light.
Ah Xiang seems to be very happy today, even in her sleep, she is full of smiles. She put her hand by the pillow, holding a strand of hair in the palm of her hand, the silver hair was braided finely, with a hint of gentle black in the middle.
When they formed a contract, he said a lot of words that had been buried in the bottom of his heart. At that time, A Xiang seemed to respond with something.
Nan He heard his own pounding heartbeat, how could Ah Xiang suddenly... say that.
At that time, when he wanted to listen carefully, they had cut off their connection with each other decisively. It made him feel that it must be an illusion caused by being too happy.
Nan He's eyes became gentle, he quietly twisted a strand of long black hair that was scattered around the pillow, and gently rubbed it between his fingers for a moment. He looked around, making sure that no one saw him sneaking around in such a shameful act in the middle of the night, so he bent down, and with a pious attitude, kissed the cold strand of hair on his lips.
His hair was cold, but his lips were so hot that his heart tingled.
He carefully used his spiritual power, cut off a strand of black hair, and put it in his arms. In the end, it turned into a silver-white wolf, curled up, snuggled up to the man's arm and closed his eyes.
In a daze, Yuan Xianger subconsciously reached out and touched his back.
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After crossing the Yellow River, the landscape is dominated by continuous mountains and hills, and it is snowing in winter, and the road becomes much more difficult to walk.
But Yuan Xianger didn't care about it, she seemed to be in a particularly good mood, riding on horseback all the way, humming a song leisurely.
"Nan He." She quietly established a connection with Nan He in her mind.
Sure enough, I soon heard Du Fu respond softly, "Huh?"
This is really convenient, Yuan Xianger thought.
It's not even as easy to disguise as voice communication. Between the flow of thoughts, the emotions in my heart have almost nowhere to escape. For example, at this moment, who would have thought that Xiao Nan's simple umm was full of shyness and happiness.
If it's normal, if you just listen to such a single word from him, you might think he's impatient.
"South River?"
"Um."
"South River?"
Nan He turned his face to look at Yuan Xiang'er, and there was helplessness in his amber eyes.
"Hey, I just want to try it out." Yuan Xianger made a face at him, "Xiao Nan, this is so convenient, we can whisper in the future, and they won't hear. Haha."
In the cold winter season, the north wind is rising, and snow is falling in the sky.
A village turned out at the foot of the mountain, and the smoke of cooking smoke rose from the chimneys of every household. The land in this area is barren and overgrown with hills and ravines, which is not conducive to agricultural production, so the local residents obviously do not live richly. Looking from a distance, the houses on both sides of the village road are mostly dilapidated thatched huts with earthen walls, and the few woodcutter hunters encountered on the mountain road also rarely have neat winter clothes to keep out the cold.
"Sister Ah Qing seems to have been born in this area." Saburo lifted the curtain of the car, leaned against the window and looked at the scenery outside, with a pair of pointed ears.
Halfway up the mountain in front, the roof of a tattered mountain temple was exposed.
"Oh, is that so? Did Ah Qing live here before?" Yuan Xianger remembered that Ah Qing had mentioned that the locals once built a mountain temple for Du Shuo, so she asked, "Sanlang, do you know Du Shuo? "
"I haven't seen it before, but I have heard the name of this lord. I heard that he is a powerful and gentle lord. Even humans have set up temples for him and often worship him."
"Really? Did he do something particularly egregious? Why did the national teacher chain him with chains?"
Yuan Xianger knows that some things sound completely different from different people's perspectives. The good guy in the mouth of the demon, of course, Ye may be a horrible existence in the wicked world to human beings. Even Nan He has caught a monster lurking in the town. Heart-eating monsters.
"You'll find out after just inquiring." Saburo's pointed ears disappeared from the window, transformed into a young girl with a beautiful spring, and jumped out of the carriage.
She stopped a young woodcutter who was chopping wood and went down the mountain and said, "I dare to ask this eldest brother, which god is worshipped in the temple on this mountain. My family's officials are the most pious, and they always worship when they build temples. I'm planning to go to worship."
Where did the woodcutter who was born in the village talk to such a gentle and delicate girl, his face suddenly flushed, and he said without a word,
"It's not a mountain temple, it was occupied by a goblin decades ago. I heard the old man in the village say that the goblin is very bad. Not only does it eat boys and girls every day, it harms the village, but it also turns into a god to deceive everyone. Fortunately, I passed by an immortal master who had attained the Tao. He fought against the goblin for three days and three nights here, beat the goblin back to its original shape, and walked around the village with him. Only then did everyone recognize his true face. The temple is also deserted. Girls, you are wasting your time."
The woodcutter who bid farewell, the car dealer turned around the mountain road, and could clearly see the small temple, the roof collapsed in a corner, the plaque disappeared, the walls were covered with vines, and the steps were covered with snow, a dilapidated and desolate look. scene.
However, there seemed to be an old man with gray hair in the temple, who was kneeling on the ground burning incense and praying.
Yuan Xianger was curious for a moment, stopped the carriage, and walked up the mountain road. This is a very small temple, there is only one hall in total, the head of the statue on the shrine is cracked in a corner, and a large hole is broken in the roof. on the back.
There was a plate of peanuts, a plate of rice cakes, a plate of oranges, and three incense sticks on the offering table. The old man put his palms together and prayed, "Lord Mountain God, I haven't seen you for a long time. I hope you are all well and well."
After the old man finished praying, he stood up tremblingly to clean up the dishes. Only then did he see several young people standing at the door of the temple. One of them, a 16- or 17-year-old girl, was leaning against the door frame, looking up at the disintegrated deity.
"Ask the old man, I heard that this is just a demon who brought disaster to the village, why do you still come to worship him?" Yuan Xianger crossed her hands to hold the junior salute and asked with a low eyebrow.
"What about the demons? This lord doesn't know how many times he has helped us. In the past, whether it was a drought, a plague of insects, or a beast tide. As long as you come to the mountain temple to worship, everything will get better soon. Everyone is just afraid of demons, so when you hear it. If you say that the lord is a monster, you forget the help he once helped us. Those heartless guys even throw stones at him." The old man said bitterly, and slowly brought the dishes and dishes on the table. "Young people these days have never even seen the adult's appearance. It's just a bastard to say that adults harm the village and eat boys and girls."
"How can you know that these are not true?"
The old man gave Yuan Xiang'er a dissatisfied look and snorted,
"Decades ago, a boy's mother died in the village. His family was so busy with funerals that there was no time for the sad and frightened child..."
The boy ran into the mountain and hid in the mountain temple. Thinking of his mother's love, he burst into tears and fainted. When I woke up, the sky was already dark at some point, it was pouring rain outside, and the sounds of various beasts were faintly heard from the depths of the forest. The boy felt frightened at this moment, just as he hugged his body and shrank under the altar table and shivered. A young man lifted the curtain of the offering table. This man was dressed very strangely, his long straight hair reaching the ground was not combed, and he just let it loose. I'll take you back."
For some reason, the boy also forgot his fear, obediently held his hand in his smile, and was picked up by the man. It rained abnormally that day, and the mountain road was slippery, but the man didn't seem to mind and walked in the rain with ease. The strange thing is that they didn't get wet at all. The little boy who had been frightened for a day leaned on the warm and broad chest and fell asleep unconsciously. When he woke up, he found himself lying on the bed of his own house. And after hurriedly looking for his family for a day, no one knew how he suddenly returned home.
"That's right, that boy is the old man and I." The old man stopped the cane in his hand, "If Lord Mountain God eats virgin boys and girls, how could I still live to my current age."
When he finished the story, he walked down the mountain in the snow indignantly.
Yuan Xianger stood in front of the ruined temple gate, looking at the ruined statue. Thin snowflakes fell from the hole in the roof. The remaining half of the face of the stone statue can still be seen with slender eyebrows and narrow eyes, vaguely like Du Shuo.
The cracked stone cracked on the face, making the smiling face look like it was crying.
Because of the snow, the group simply stopped at this small broken temple.
Nan He took a turn in the forest and brought back enough game for everyone to feast on.
The servants of the Zhou family slaughtered the prey and buried the pot to cook.
"Be careful, the roast is tender and tender. Maybe Uncle Cat will be happy for a while, and there will be a reward."
After getting along these days, the servants gradually got used to this kind of life. These Daxians look terrifying, but they are not difficult to serve. As long as the food is delicious, they are often rewarded. It is a pity that the content of this reward is not stable, sometimes it is a delightful golden bead thrown at random, and sometimes it is just a small dried fish.
They also gradually learned the pattern. Most of the time, if the food is prepared too well, Uncle Cat is too happy, and the reward becomes his favorite dried fish. Therefore, how to grasp the right degree in the middle has been very difficult for several servants who are determined to make a fortune along the way.
Qiu Yueming sat by the bonfire and looked at the corner of the temple. There, Yuan Xianger leaned comfortably on the body of a huge silver wolf demon with her body tilted. The little fox, and her face was facing a little lynx squatting in front of her, as if she was talking to the kitten.
"It turns out that demons are not as vicious and terrifying as we imagined, and they can get along well like this." Qiu Yueming said.
"Ah, you, are you talking to me?" Zhou Deyun, who was sitting near him, was flattered. He had always been afraid of this general, and the general who wore the appearance of his wife had not given him any favors along the way. look at the face.
"When I was in the army, I always accepted the idea that demons are the mortal enemies of our human beings. They are extremely sinful and will be punished. Now it seems that there are good people among demons, and there are thugs among people. I am a little shaken by my previous behavior. I don’t know if it’s still justice to just kill demons and eliminate demons.”
Zhou Deyun shrunk his neck to add firewood to the bonfire, "I can't say whether it's just or not, but I think that demons exist in this world, and they have preceded us humans. Existence is not their original sin, we humans will exterminate demons and exterminate them. Demon, you don't need to give yourself a righteous hat."
Qiu Yueming raised his eyes to look at him, "I didn't expect Brother Zhou to have such insight, but he underestimated you."
Zhou Deyun smiled and waved his hands again and again, "I don't dare, I don't dare. I just live a comfortable life because I was a kid. To me, demons and the like are like stories in a book, and there is no real pain. You can only talk like this when you are outside the bureau. ."