The night in the mountains was cool and quiet, and Gu Qingqiao walked slowly to the gate of the small courtyard. The oil lamp in Mu Xiyun's room was still on, and the dim light cast his silhouette on the window, forming a beautiful picture.
Gu Qingqiao's heart was hot, and he walked to the window lightly and looked into the window.
Mu Xiyun was sitting at the table, holding a few pieces of paper in his hand, and there was a round bead on the table in front of him.
The window lattice rattled, and Mu Xiyuan raised the corners of her mouth, and before she could speak, she was deeply kissed.
Lip points. Gu Qingqiao touched his forehead, neither of them spoke, enjoying the tranquility of coexistence.
After a while, Mu Xiyun turned her face sideways, pushed him and said, "I found something, come and have a look."
Gu Qingqiao let go of his hand reluctantly, picked up Mu Xiyuan's teacup on the table, took a sip and said with a smile, "A small story book?"
Mu Xiyun glared at him, "I found this in the cabinet in the room just now." Then he pointed to the standing cabinet by the wall. It was a cabinet made of bamboo, with some antiques and collections. The door of the cabinet was made of bamboo strips in various patterns, and the handicrafts inside could be faintly seen under the half-coverage. It was very delicate.
"Just now, this bead has been glowing inside. Under the bead is this letter."
"Letter? To whom?" Gu Qingqiao asked.
Mu Xiyuan raised the pieces of paper, "I didn't specify it, just tell the person who found this bead."
Gu Qingqiao leaned over and read the letter with him.
"This person is..." Mu Xiyun stared at the letter paper and said, "It's the steward of the Hot Spring Courtyard. Well, maybe he knows what happened here."
The two quickly turned the pages and turned to stare at the bead.
This letter was written by the last steward of Wenquan Bieyuan. First, he briefly introduced his life, how to enter the Jinghu family, and how to become the steward of Wenquan Bieyuan.
This middle-aged man named Wei Da is the distant cousin of Wei Chengbi, the head of the Jinghu family. He has been a steward in the Jinghu family for fifteen years. Because of a problem with the arrangement of a banquet, he was sent to the Hot Spring Villa by the head of the family.
He was dissatisfied, and he was angry that he lived in his wife's family for three months before he took office and went to the hot spring villa. Unexpectedly, during these three months, the Jinghu family had a big event.
Wei Da wrote in the booklet: "What happened was too terrifying, words can't express in case, I simply extracted this memory, one is to give a complete account to future generations, and the other is that the old man really doesn't want to relive this memory. ."
The warm beads exude a misty white light, and a wisp of spiritual consciousness floats in it like a mist.
Mu Xiyuan picked up the bead and looked at it. She was about to transport her spiritual power when she was suddenly empty and the bead was snatched by Gu Qingqiao. "I come!"
Mu Xiyun raised her eyebrows and looked at him a little provocatively.
Gu Qingqiao knew that he didn't want to be underestimated, but he didn't want him to take risks, but he explained solemnly: "My magical energy is different from the spiritual energy of a human monk, and its operation is mostly opposite. There are some traps, because the person who designed it doesn't know my cultivation method, and it can't exert its full power for a while."
He looked at Mu Xiyun, smiled and said, "With you by my side, I can rest assured. If there is any problem, you will do the same as last time, enter my house of knowledge, and help me defend against the enemy."
Mu Xiyun thought about it and it made sense. She stopped insisting and said in a low voice, "Then be careful, if you feel any discomfort, quit immediately and don't be stubborn."
"Don't worry," Gu Qingqiao said with a smile, "I'm measured." After speaking, he used his magic power to pull out a ray of divine soul from the bead and touch it with his forehead.
In an instant, Gu Qingqiao entered Wei Da's memory.
In front of you is a beautiful hot spring courtyard, the waterfalls and pools are still there, and there are bloodstains next to the mirror lake at the end of the plank road.
A middle-aged man fell in a pool of blood, a sword mark on his chest was still bleeding outwards, and a row of shocking bloody footprints meandered from the house, apparently stabbed by a sharp weapon and reluctantly escaped here.
Wei Da stepped forward quickly and recognized that it was Mr. Zhang, the account manager of the Hot Spring Courtyard. He had a daughter who married a nephew of the Wei family and used to go to the Jinghu family.
Wei Da pressed his chest and input a spiritual power. Mr. Zhang opened his eyes weakly, and when he saw Wei Da, he shouted eagerly: "Go, go!"
Wei Da stretched out his hand to wipe off the blood dripping from his mouth, and asked anxiously, "Mr. Zhang, what's going on? Are there any enemies coming to provoke him?"
Mr. Zhang seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly his eyes widened, and he shouted: "Crazy! They are all crazy!" Then there was a violent cough, and when his breathing calmed down, he was full of anger.
Wei Da gave him spiritual power again, but he was unable to return to the sky. After a while, Mr. Zhang stopped breathing.
Wei Da put down Mr. Zhang's body, adjusted his clothes, and checked the long sword on his waist. Although they are only in charge, the Jinghu family is very strict with their children and nephews. They have invited good masters to teach them according to their aptitude since childhood, and it is necessary for future generations to have another skill in martial arts. Wei Da loved swords when he was young, and he was called by a famous teacher. His swordsmanship was also considered to be excellent, and he was considered to be the last in the ranking of the world of immortals.
Veda walked with his sword and entered the villa. Shonai is a hellish scene.
There was blood everywhere. In the courtyard in front of the main hall, there are many corpses lying in various places. No matter the young or old, they all die with a sword pierced through the chest, and the sword marks are quite wide, different from ordinary long swords.
There seemed to be a sound of fighting coming from behind, and Vedas followed the sound with his sword.
At the backyard wall, three nursing homes are besieging a young man. With his back to Wei Da, the young man was covered in blood, and a broad-faced long sword in his hand had been dyed red with blood, so it seemed that he was the murderer. The young man was retreating under the siege of the three nursing homes, and he was about to be stabbed to death by the nursing homes.
Suddenly, he shouted loudly, and seemed to have gained infinite strength again, and swept forward with a sword. The nursing home standing on his left saw that the empty door on his left was wide open, and he drew his sword and stabbed, but the young man didn't care, and at the same time his left arm was pierced, he cut off the heads of the other two.
The young man turned around, and the nursing home was so frightened that he almost lost his sword, Wei Da just took a step forward, and his eyes met the young man's face.
That face was like a ghost.
The blue totem twisted and grew on his face like a flame, his eyes were blood red, and the blue veins on his forehead were exposed. The young man glared at the nursing home and attacked him with a sword.
Without being shocked, Weida raised his sword and stepped forward, just in time to help the frightened nurse to resist the sword.
Seeing that someone came to help, the nursing home actually left Wei Da and fled outside.
Wei Da thought that he could gather the strength of the two to take down the strange young man, but at this moment he couldn't help complaining secretly. After flashing two moves, I saw a silver light flashing in the air, and a short knife flew out of the man's hand, hitting the back of the nursing home. The nursing home who escaped didn't even snort, and died on the ground.
Wei Da did not dare to underestimate the enemy, and immediately gathered all his strength to attack the young man. After several fierce battles, the young man finally couldn't hold it any longer.
Wei Da was seriously injured and sat on the ground, gasping for breath.
The night wind was blowing, and it was bloody.
Sitting in the corner with no strength, Director Wei didn't want to move at all, so he fell asleep in a daze.
He was awakened by a scream.
Wei Da opened his eyes, the sky was already bright, and he unknowingly had slept against the wall all night.
In the direction of the gate, someone kept screaming in a low voice, it sounded like a woman.
Wei Da stood up with difficulty, and yesterday's fierce battle left countless scars on his body. At this moment, his whole body was in severe pain. He groaned and leaned against the wall to the door.
A little girl who looked like a maid, carrying a bundle of broken flowers, was already frightened by the scene in the courtyard. She squatted on the ground with her head in her hands, screaming constantly from her mouth.
Wei Da staggered over and grabbed the little girl's shoulder with one hand.
"Ah—" the little girl screamed and pushed her hands, but she fell backwards. For a while, both fell to the ground.
Wei Da sat on the ground with a wry smile, his voice so hoarse that he could not speak.
On the other hand, the girl, seeing that the other party didn't move for a long time, stopped moving and glanced at him quietly.
Wei Da waved at her and said hoarsely, "Stop screaming, I'm alive."
After an unknown amount of time, the two were finally able to talk normally.
The girl's name is Xiaocui, and she is the maid of the hot spring courtyard. Two days ago, someone from her family came to see her, so she took two days off. She didn't expect to see such a terrifying scene when she came back.
Wei Da introduced himself and took her to the courtyard to recognize people.
The little girl shivered and hurriedly looked at it, all the people who died were from the hot springs.
Wei Da asked the little girl to identify the murderer, but saw Xiaocui kneeling on the ground suddenly, crying, "Brother Xiaofeng!"
The totem on the young man's face has faded away, revealing a handsome and handsome face. Xiaocui cried so sadly that she explained after a long while that the young man's name was Shen Feng, and he was the head nurse of the Hot Springs. Regardless of his young age, he is the most powerful person in the entire other courtyard, and he is well appreciated by the director.
"What is Shen Feng's dissatisfaction with the Jinghu family?" Wei Da asked.
"No," Xiaocui said blankly: "Xiaofeng brother is the distant nephew of the supervisor's family. He came here a few years ago because of the disaster at home. The supervisor spent a lot of money to help his family recover. He stayed in the other courtyard to repay his kindness. . Usually also very good to us servants, always pleasant, even if we make mistakes, we never beat or scold.”
Wei Da is confused, is it not seeking revenge? And that weird totem, what's going on
The wound on his body was in constant pain, and Wei Da had to faint from the pain several times. Seeing that he couldn't stand it any longer, Xiaocui walked around the villa tremblingly and took Weida to the small courtyard of the guest room.
Some time ago, it was cold, there were no guests in the other courtyard, and the guest rooms were empty and no one bothered, so there was no blood.
Xiaocui was familiar with the way, and found something to cook, and then boiled hot water for Wei Da to bathe.
After packing up and resting for another day, Wei Da finally had some strength.
The flying pigeon passed the book to the Jinghu family, and after explaining the situation of the hot spring courtyard in detail, the two cooperated to carry the corpse in the courtyard to the back mountain. Fortunately, it was winter, snow fell in the mountains, and the corpse was not decomposed.
It was three days after the bodies were buried, and the overworked Weida fell ill again.
Xiao Cui is a benevolent girl, and she has been guarding the new supervisor, feeding him soup and medicine until he recovers.
Although he was sick and lying in bed, Wei Da's mind was still awake, and he kept thinking about the cause and effect.
On that day, he suddenly remembered something and asked Xiao Cui: "Cui'er, before you asked for leave to go down the mountain, was there anything unusual about Shen Feng's behavior?"
Xiao Cui was sitting in front of the brazier beside the bed, putting charcoal particles into the hand stove, "No, it's the same as usual. When I was leaving, he and I crossed the plank road and told me to be careful on the road, in case the mountain road freezes. , come back two days later."
"Crossing the plank road with you? Is he going out too?" Wei Da asked.
Xiaocui installed the stove, put it into Wei Da's hand, and replied, "No, he is going to welcome a guest. It seems that he is a distinguished guest."
"Your honor? Did you see it?"
Xiao Cui suddenly blushed, "I see, he is a very handsome young man!"
That day, Xiaocui carried her bag and walked up the plank road under the watchful eyes of Shen Feng. In winter, the trestle road was slippery, and Xiaocui walked a little tremblingly, only daring to lean against one end of the cliff and move one step at a time.
As soon as they got off the plank road, Xiao Cui suddenly saw a figure.
It was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old man dressed in black.
What shocked Xiaocui was that the man was sitting on the outer edge of the plank road, with his hands on his sides, his legs hanging off the cliff, and he swayed leisurely.
The cold winter wind blew his face pale, and his long brocade-like hair, tied with a scarlet headband, blew in the wind.
Xiaocui stopped in surprise, but the man turned his head alertly.
It was a beautiful face, with deep eyebrows and a high nose bridge, and a small red mole dotted under the corner of the left eye, adding a bit of charm to the whole face.
Xiaocui blushed, nodded at the man, and moved over against the mountain wall. After getting off the plank road, she couldn't help but look back. The man had stood up and went in the direction she came from.
After Xiao Cui finished talking about this memory, she frowned and asked, "Director Wei, is there any problem with this person?"
Wei Da sighed, there is so little information now that it is impossible to figure out what happened at that time.
Another ten days passed, and Wei Da's injury finally healed. This morning, there was a sudden thud outside the window. Wei Da opened the window and saw that the pigeon that had been released half a month ago had actually returned.
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Working overtime today, and still in class at the moment. . . While listening to the class and posting, I only posted one chapter.