Under the scorching sun, a smear of green suddenly slipped across people's retinas. At that time, the Second Grandpa Hong was trembling, trying to strike a delicate balance between telling the truth and saving the lives of Tao Village people, and then he saw Xiao Qing on the wall. fox.
The color of the fox is green, and it is the king of the nine tails. Grandpa Hong, who is in his seventies and eighties, didn't know that his memory was so good. This was originally said by an elder in Tao Village when he was a child.
He has been painting foxes all his life, and Mr. Hong is very familiar with the special paint, but he never thought that he would see a blue fox with his own eyes in his lifetime. I also doubted before, in this world, is there really a king who looks like a fox
Grandpa Hong’s hands trembled, Sakurako Asada followed his gaze, a small green fox stood on the mud wall of Grandpa Hong’s house which was not too high, the earthy yellow mud wall, the sky was blue above its head High and far, behind it is the distant mountains with heavy haze and emerald green, so green, from far to near, like the Chinese ink and wash Chinese paintings that Japanese people like very much... But these colors are not as good as the transparent blue, full of sunlight Around it, this cyan color is so transparent and pure, the fur is like fine silk and satin, and the eyes can directly communicate with people.
Sakurako Asada took a tight breath. She has never seen such a beautiful fox, and it fits the legendary king of Qingqiu. Is it really a coincidence that she appeared in Tao Village
The little green fox nodded slightly, with an indifferent expression. At this moment, the little fox was not as pitiful as Lin Luoran had seen in the underground world, nor was it at all different from the mischievous, cute and domineering one when he was in the Lin family. Such a human race, in its eyes, is like a piece of grass on the ground or a piece of mud under its feet. It will not be trampled on, but it will definitely not take a second look.
The fox appeared strangely, and the three Japanese men who stayed in the yard drew their samurai swords.
"Back off!" Asada Sakurako suppressed the joy in her heart.
"Mr. Hong, it seems that you are no longer needed." Sakurako Asada bowed to him halfway. He was very polite, but in fact he had murderous intentions to attract the green fox. Naturally, this old stubborn old man was no longer needed.
At this moment, the green fox suddenly smiled contemptuously and jumped off the wall.
Sakurako Asada paused, "Chase!"
"These villagers...?" One of the subordinates was cautious, and the priority of the matter flashed in Asada Sakurako's mind. These villagers might not be able to kill them. If so many people died in a village, the Huaxia government must pay attention. She met again in Zhuhai The number one female cultivator in Huaxia, if the Huaxia cultivation world is determined to investigate, she will not reveal the matter of her search for Qingqiu, and the news will be leaked and sent back to the Asada family...
"It's important, these people, forget it."
Sakurako Asada jumped out of the fence first, and the three of her subordinates caught up one after another. The four of them are all loyal to Sakurako Asada over the years. To be honest, I have never seen her let people live like this.
Of course, the subordinates didn't know that Sakurako Asada remembered Lin Luoran's warning, and Kazuo Yamamoto at the head of the village also followed, and together they chased in the direction where the little green fox was escaping.
People in Tao Village wake up from a nap, and escaped the sun for several hours. From time to time, someone opened the door and started working. Those who make pottery, weave bamboo strips, go to the mountains to find treasures, cut grass uphill, and herd sheep and cattle are busy and quiet.
These mountain people don't know that they have broken free from the catastrophe of life and death. Poverty makes them ragged and dark-skinned. However, many people's eyebrows are quiet and peaceful without the intrigue in the city.
For the sake of Grandpa Hong, I walked around the gate of hell, and suddenly remembered that there was a dead body in the front yard.
Murder, no matter which dynasty it is in, is a felony.
The Second Master Hong struggled to get up, and saw that the little Hong Bin next door was already standing in the yard. Although he was young, he was not as flustered as ordinary children.
"Grandpa, what should we do?" Hong Bin kicked Translator Sun, but there was no response.
Grandpa Hong stopped him: "Stop kicking, he's already dead... Did you see it?"
Hong Bin was a little embarrassed, and nodded with a pale face. Grandpa Hong thought he was afraid, but in fact Hong Bin regretted coveting candy and money and not being a spy, and he would never encounter such a thing.
There is a dead person in the yard... one is an old man, one is a child, what should they do
"Go to the police outside the mountain?" Uncle Hong Bin, who has been in school for two years, still knows if he needs to find the police.
Grandpa Hong shook his head and said to the police that some Japanese came to Tao Village to ask about the whereabouts of "Qingqiu"? Although this is a fact, but such a mythical thing, can the police believe it
Tao Village, which has no information, does not know the outside world at this time, and even cultivators are no longer a secret. Ordinary people also have half-belief in the various myths that have been circulated in China for many years.
When the old and the young were considering their own plan, the door of the small courtyard was gently pushed open.
"Is this the second grandpa Hong's house?"
A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy spoke politely. With a big hiking bag on his back, he looks like a boy in the city.
Of course Hong Bin knew him: "Why are you here?... We didn't kill this man."
Lin Luodong nodded: "Of course we are here to deal with this matter."
Huang Weijian squeezed in with an expression of not getting close to strangers: "There are so many words."
Second Grandpa Hong looked at the two city boys who came uninvited, his eyes were dim, and his eyes fell on Lin Luoran who came in afterward.
She's really a pretty girl, she's even more beautiful than the ladies from rich families in the old days, but there's a golden eagle squatting on her shoulder.
"Mrs. Hong? I think we have to talk about Qingqiu." The wind in the afternoon blew the bamboo leaves and made a slight sound. The rustling voice intertwined with Lin Luoran's voice, which was indistinguishable from each other, but surprisingly The ground can calm people down from things like murder.
Second Master Hong didn't speak, Hong Bin said in a low voice, "She raised that little green fox just now."
Grandpa Hong finally couldn't hold back anymore. Lin Luoran smiled at the old man, tapped Xiaojin on his shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Go and follow Xiaohu... If they threaten Xiaohu, don't wait for me. Everyone will give it to you as a snack, okay? Otherwise, you should not show up... "
Xiao Jin tilted his head and yelled twice, Lin Luoran was in a dilemma, "Where did you say the little fox went? I don't know either, be good, go and follow it."
Xiao Jin had been a spy for a few days and hadn't even eaten a meal. Lin Luoran took out a handful of elixir, Xiao Jin pecked at it, and flew away with wings.
Grandpa Hong stared at Xiao Jin, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a small black dot and disappeared into the sky.
In his seventy or eighty years of life, he has never seen such a psychic eagle, no, this is not an eagle.
Lin Luoran glanced at Translator Sun on the ground, his face was dark, and there was no possibility of survival, he was poisoned. I thought Sakurako Asada would be different, but it turned out that she was no different from some islanders, she was stingy and used poison as a practitioner, and she was not upright at all.
Such a person has a strong heart, and his mentality has always fallen below the lower level. To be a bad person is to talk about rank.
Lin Luodong was quite courageous, and wanted to check Translator Sun's body, Lin Luoran covered his eyes, "Children can't care about these things."
Huang Weijian was complacent. In the eyes of the sisters of the Lin family, isn't he a child? However, Lin Luoran drove him and Lin Luodong out, together with Hong Bin, asked the three of them to check whether the Japanese had taken advantage of these few days in the village to do some immoral things like poisoning the water source Son.
Grandpa Hong still didn't say a word, Lin Luoran thought for a while: "Let's deal with this corpse first, so that our conversation can be easier."
Dealing with a dead body in broad daylight, the little girl speaks so loudly now
Lin Luoran's fingertips burst into flames, and a fireball the size of an orange landed on Translator Sun's body and spread all over his body. It wasn't a raging fire, but seeing the corpse shrinking and turning into ashes in just a few minutes, Second Master Hong knew that the flame was definitely not as ordinary as it looked.
As for why people's fingertips get angry, Second Master Hong also thought for a moment, and subconsciously, he didn't seem to be very surprised.
Lin Luoran's gesture changed, and a small tornado came, and the ashes on the ground were swept up by the wind, and flew deep into the mountain.
Grandpa Hong showed his lonely front teeth: "That green... is yours?" He originally wanted to call Qinghu, but felt that this title was not respectful, so he was vague.
Lin Luoran clapped her hands, "It may be strange to say that, if I say that it is a white fox entrusted to me to take care of it, will Mrs. Hong believe it?"
Second Grandpa Hong's face relaxed, if it was true, the royal family was so arrogant, how could they accept a little girl as their master.
"Have you ever heard of a flower that blooms in the morning and fades in the evening, and can fulfill the wishes of ordinary people?" Second Master Hong smiled mysteriously.
Lin Luoran looked at the casket that Sakurako Asada had forgotten to take away, and it was a pity that dried mushrooms were spilled all over the floor. She picked up the jar and marveled at the lifelikeness of the painting, especially the back of the green fox, which allowed her to foresee what the little fox would look like when it grew up.
"You're talking about this flower?" It's colorful and beautiful, and it's just a flower that can fulfill a person's wish. Isn't it a joke that these cultivators who practice hard and can't do whatever they want
Unbelief was written all over her face, Second Master Hong nodded:
"But some people, including my ancestors... they just believe it. Do you think it's strange?"
Lin Luoran moved a stool for Mr. Hong to sit down, and found another place by himself, and the two of them sat in the sun and chatted in the yard.
Grandpa Hong slowly told the story that has been passed down for countless generations. Lin Luoran listened carefully, shaking his head or nodding from time to time.
Second Grandpa Hong felt that the little girl's eyes were dark, but she was extremely clear, smart but not evil, making people feel reliable, her heart was at peace, and many hazy memories came back.
Lin Luoran held painted pottery and tapped her fingers one by one, and the secrets about Qingqiu were described little by little this afternoon.