Rong Xian threw a piece of silver at the guard, and walked into the city unhurriedly.
Along the way, it seemed that someone was pointing the way, and the goal was clear towards the fairy village in the distance.
Shenxian Village is a village in this city, there are about 3,000 people in the village.
Rong Xian looked up at the tall gatehouse. Although the words 'Shenxian Village' were immature, they gave off a sense of high spirits.
From a gate tower, you can roughly see the spiritual outlook of the villagers in this village.
With a gentle smile on the corner of Rong Xian's mouth, she stepped into the gatehouse and walked towards the village.
She had just stepped into the village, when a gloomy wind rose from the ground, and the sky was dark above her head.
Rong Xian's footsteps paused, and her tone was gentle and gentle: "Chan'er, I'll be fine."
She looked into the distance, and there seemed to be an invisible vortex in her deep eyes, trying to sink everything that could be seen into the darkness.
She smiled slightly and said, "Someone will always pay for the death of you and eldest brother."
There was no one around, but Rong Xian could see clearly that a little girl had been following closely beside her.
She was as old as she is now, only fourteen years old. Blood was dripping all over her body, a big hole was cut in the air, and blood and tears lay in her dark eyes.
It was her twin sister, Rong Chan.
A year ago, my eldest brother came back from the exam and passed by, but died unexpectedly, and the mother couldn't bear the pain of losing her son and went with him.
The father sent someone to find the head of the six doors to find clues, but in the end came back without success.
Although Rong Chan is young, she is extremely smart.
She sensed that things were not so simple from the slurred words of the head arrester, so she secretly left home to investigate the truth about her eldest brother's death, but she died in this fairy village, and died so miserably.
The pain that Rong Xian endured half a year ago was the pain before Rong Chan's death. The twins felt that she still had lingering fears when she remembered the pain.
Rong Xian's clear eyes were full of waves, and the smile was sweet, but it made people feel chills for no reason.
It seems that no matter which sister she is, the results are not very good.
That being the case, let everyone in Shenxian Village pay for the death of their sister.
Rong Xian walked unhurriedly towards the village, her speed was not fast, and she carried the good upbringing of the aristocratic family in every gesture.
She had just passed a fertile field when she met three men with hoes.
The corner of Rong Xian's mouth twitched, and she stepped forward two steps: "Three eldest brothers, I heard that the fairy temple in your fairy village is very famous, I don't know how to get there?"
When the three peasants saw Rong Xian, their faces suddenly turned pale, and their eyes were full of horror, as if they had seen something incredible.
Hearing Rong Xian's question, one of them endured the fear and asked, "Is this son coming to the Immortal Temple to worship God?"
Rong Xian stroked the jade crown on her head, smiling like a spring breeze: "Yes, I'm here to worship God."
She said with a very good temper: "I heard that the Immortal Temple will answer every request. I want to pray for my mother, brother and sister, and ask the three eldest brothers to show me the way."
It was noon at this time, and the sun was shining brightly. Under the sun, this young man is gentle and harmless. But the three of them only felt gloomy. Not only did they feel terrible, but their backs were cold.
Wang Daniu held the hoe tightly, as if this would bring him a sense of security.
He shivered and pointed to the distant green hills, and said, "The Temple of the Immortals is in the mountains, so the young master will go by himself."
Rong Xian smiled and said, "Thank you."
She bowed her hands in a salute and walked towards Qingshan with great interest.
Seeing her walk away, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Wang Daniu swallowed his saliva and asked in a trembling voice, "Do you think he has anything to do with Rong Chan?"
"Wang Daniel!" Li Yang shouted in a low voice, "Don't mention that name."
As if those two words had opened up some taboo, the three of them shuddered violently.
Zhang Laizi said with a pale face: "He looks so similar to that girl, will they be family?"
Li Yang thought for a while, then threw the hoe to Wang Daniu and said, "This matter must be told to the village chief. If they are really related, we must find a way to deal with it as soon as possible. Go ahead and do your work."
In the distance, Rong Xian looked at the three figures indifferently, her eyes filled with coldness.
Walking across the field, there was a long river ahead, over which a rudimentary bridge was built with planks and ropes.
Rong Xian stood on the bridge and leaned towards the river.
She said lightly, "Did they just push you into this river?"
She tilted her head to look at the little girl beside her, as if waiting for her answer.
Rong Chan covered her face with her hair, and when she saw the river shaking all over, she nodded fiercely.
That day she wanted to escape but fell into the river accidentally, and before she could swim up, those people chased after her.
They pressed her head into the river, and again and again, the water choked into her body, and she only felt a burning pain all over her body.
Until she lost her strength, those people actually took off her clothes and did whatever they wanted to her.
As if thinking of that terrible thing, Rong Chan's eyes ooze blood.
She died, she died so miserably, she became a ghost, no one could see or hear.
When she sensed that her sister came to avenge her, Rong Chan felt extremely frightened, she was afraid that her sister would also be killed by these devils.
The eldest brother died here, and she died here too. What about my sister
Rong Chan floated in front of her sister and said in a shrill voice: "Sister, they will kill you, you should leave now, sister."
She was terrified, she was afraid that she couldn't protect her sister, and that those people would hurt her sister.
Rong Xian smiled slightly and said, "They won't have that chance, Chan'er is not afraid."
Because of her arrival, in this ordinary world without any special, Rong Chan is the only person who exists as a soul after death.
I don't know if this is good or bad for Rong Chan.
Rong Xian stood up straight, looked at the long river at last, and continued to walk forward.
Across the river, there are rows of apricot trees, with golden apricots hanging from the trees, and the fragrance of apricots is particularly attractive.
Rong Xian looked at the apricots and walked towards the back mountain along the flat road.
After walking for about an hour, Rong Xian wiped off her sweat and felt that it was quite tiring to be a mortal. She found a big tree and moved a big rock and sat down to enjoy the shade.
It wasn't until the hot sun passed and the sunset glowed in the sky that Rong Xian stood up.
She followed Rong Chan's instructions all the way to the deep mountain, where the tall trees covered the sky.
The chirping of insects and birds sounded, the night gradually came, and Rong Xian's footsteps stopped in front of the barren tombs.
"This is the mass grave, and the bones of the elder brother are here." Rong Chan said with blood and tears.
Rong Chan gently floated to the grave covered with weeds, knelt on the ground and cried.
"That night, I dug one grave after another here by myself, and finally got here. The long gown was made by my mother, and on his wrist he also wore a bracelet woven from gold threads. He is the eldest brother. Big Brother…”
Rong Chan cried miserably, and her resentment and anger made the mass graves even more eerie.
Rong Xian: A thousand miles of lonely graves, nowhere to speak is desolate~(bω) I called the police
PS: Author: It's not to open Quick Pass, it's just a dungeon plot, in order to understand and accept the inheritance of Sword Emperor. Of course, if someone likes to intersperse the fast-traversing world plot, they can speak, and I will see the number of people.
(End of this chapter)