Eaglewood Crumbs Chapter 37: curse

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Yan Dan was shocked and moved, not because of what Nongcui said about curses, but because she would rather let Liu Weiyang be mistaken by her own tribe as the murderer of her mother than let him leave. This is too extreme.

Only a soft sound, the jade flute in Liu Weiyang's hand has been unscrewed, revealing the thin sharp blade inside, touching Nong Cui's eyebrows: "I don't like being threatened by others in my life." He raised his hand, but Seeing several sword lights flashing, he instantly split the low table beside him into dozens of pieces, and then stretched his sleeves away.

Yan Dan squatted down, picked up a piece of wood and looked up and down. The corners on each side were unusually neat. She couldn't help but mutter: "It's amazing..." She touched her heart, thanking her most verbally It's a little bit cheaper, and didn't really annoy Liu Weiyang, otherwise it would be cut into so many pieces, even if she was boundless, she couldn't fight back.

Nong Chui suddenly raised her hand to cover her face and sobbed low.

Yan Dan sees her crying with pear blossoms and rain. Although she feels a little pity, she is really not sympathetic at all. Originally, the emotions between men and women were consensual, but for this purpose, it would be too much. If she was Liu Weiyang, she couldn't stand it. She thought unconsciously, when she first met Nong Cui, she felt that she was both tender and beautiful, but she didn't expect it to be like this. Their family is also regarded as a famous family in the Luoyue clan. Didn't her parents teach well? Ever her? How did she develop this temperament?

When they walked out of the Yizhuang, the warm and transparent sunlight greeted their faces. I just heard Yu Mo suddenly whispered: "Sometimes, feelings really make people crazy."

Yan Dan thought for a while, smiled slightly and said: "Emotions by themselves don't make people go crazy, but the weakness in human nature will make the person who is in the quagmire crazy."

Yu Mo lowered his eyes and gave an inaudible smile: "That's right."

Yan Dan was very unhappy, and pouted slightly: "You also praise me a few words anyway, it's such a light ‘say it’, there’s no sincerity at all."

Yu Mo stopped and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pull over her shoulder, but when he saw Yan Dan's proud face, which seemed to have written "Quickly praise me, praise me hard" , Was silent. After a long time, he said softly: "...I can't tell, let's forget it."

Seeing that he turned around to leave, Yan Dan quickly grabbed his arm and stumbled and said, "Yu Mo, you were injured because of me before...I know, it's all my fault... But, uh, thank you..."

Yu Mo turned his head and smiled slowly: "No thanks, it's not the first time anyway, I'm familiar with it."

Yan Dan was suddenly embarrassed.

However, the curse in Nong Cui's mouth continued, like a plague, slowly and quietly spreading among the Luo Yue clan.

The second person lying in the coffin of Yizhuang was the father of the young man Yilan who wanted to tear off the portrait of Nan Zhao that day.

Yi Lan's father was a famous warrior of the Luoyue clan when he was young, and later became the patriarch of the Luoyue clan. He was also stabbed to death by a sword in his chest, and the wound was still cut from his chest to under his ribs. The depth was uneven, as if it had been cut by a sword that had not opened the front. If Nongcui's mother could still be attacked by an acquaintance with ordinary skills, how could Yilan's father be succeeded by a mediocre hand?

Yi Lan’s father tried his last bit of strength to crawl out of the room before he died, yelling with all his strength, "This is a curse! They, they are back!" He spurted blood on his chest and was The blood-stained half of his face was very hideous.

By the time Yan Dan and the others arrived, Yi Lan's father was already dead. He twisted his face and fell into a pool of blood, his eyes widened, his face seemed to have an indescribable panic.

Yi Lan saw them, and rushed forward like crazy, eyes flushed, and shouted: "It's all you foreigners! You brought the curse! I will kill you, kill you!" Yan Dan Knowing that he was distraught at this time, and would be angered on them, it was also excusable, so he stepped away and said nothing.

Seeing Liu Weiyang taking a step forward, a sleeve pulled him aside, and said coldly: "Think about it for yourself, where is the curse in this world?"

Yi Lan fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time, still staring at him stubbornly. Suddenly Nong Cuiman said: "Come down and think about it, who in our clan has this patriarch who can endure death?"

Yan Dan's heart jumped, and she couldn't help turning her head to look at her, and she saw Nongcui's expression indifferent, standing tall among the torch lanterns, but she was indescribably vicious. Yi Lan's father is a well-known warrior in the Luoyue clan, and naturally there are few opponents. The reason why she said this is simply to push things to Liu Weiyang.

After a long while, Luo Yueren, who was looking at each other, finally turned his attention to Liu Weiyang.

Only hearing a violent shout, an agile figure rushed forward.

In less than a blink, several cold lights flashed, Liu Weiyang held a thin blade in his hand, his pale sleeves were dancing in the breeze, and almost all the clothes on the Luo Yueren who rushed up It was shattered and fell piece by piece, but the person's flesh was not damaged.

Liu Weiyang said indifferently: "I want to kill someone, so I won't let this person keep a breath." He raised his sleeves and slowly closed the jade flute and concealed it into his sleeves. The tone was still light, but With such a haughty air: "Who else is going to come up now, I don't care about killing more."

Until now, Yan Dan felt that Liu Weiyang is now the real Palace Master of the Gods, and he doesn't care how others think of him, he only acts according to his own ideas. For no reason, she was a little envious.

After Liu Weiyang put aside this sentence, Luo Yueren really didn't dare to step forward, but instead stepped back for a certain distance, and confronted him silently. The atmosphere was strange and it was a bit ridiculous.

At this moment, a young girl in a thin shirt of lotus and lotus color hurriedly ran over and called out panting: "Daddy, Daddy, it's not good, Nan Zhao was injured and thrown outside--huh?" She rolled her eyes, looked at the scene in front of her, and knew that something was wrong, so she closed her mouth.

"Shui Nong, what happened to Nan Zhao just now?" Nong Cui's father asked in a deep voice.

Shui Xing patted his heart, took a sigh of relief, and said softly: "I don't know what happened. Nan Zhao was strangled with a large piece of blood on his neck. When I found him, he I was in a coma outside in the bushes, and I haven’t woken up yet."

"It is very likely that Nan Zhao will be killed only when he saw the murderer who killed the patriarch. Liu Gongzi, forgive us for our offense. You can't leave until this matter is over." He arched his hands and strode. Walked out, "Minami, you will lead the way for your father. Let's wait for Nan Zhao to wake up."

"Should we go or stay now?" Tang Zhou was silent for a moment, and said lightly.

Liu Weiyang held the jade flute and thoughtfully: "Stay. This is definitely not a curse, there must be other mysteries in it."

Yan Danbai squatted boredly by the creek watching Minami and Nanzhao practicing martial arts.

Looking over from her side, you can clearly see the large bruise on Nan Zhao's neck, which shows that the person who started the action is very heavy. When Nan Zhao was in a coma, many famous people in the Luo Yue clan sent people to wait for him to wake up. After all, he was probably the only one who saw the appearance of a murderer.

Unfortunately, after Nan Zhao woke up, he didn't remember how he fainted in the haystack or how he had such a big bruise on his neck. There was no clue at all. Everyone wanted to ask the key things from Nan Zhao's mouth, so they couldn't help it.

But after seeing the scene for most of the day, Nan Zhao is one or two years older than Minami, and he will grow up to be a manly man in the future. His skill is not as good as Minami. And Sui Ning, it’s not that she said, she is really not very clever, it is true that she has been getting along with the masters a lot recently, and she has become more critical when looking at people...

She was thinking, when she saw Shuixian’s face suddenly magnified several times in front of her eyes, her ears also exploded, and she yelled, "Sister Yan!" Yan Dan hurriedly stretched out her hand to block her face and separated it. A little distance, she asked weakly: "What?" The reason why she would watch these young men practice martial arts here is really thanks to Palace Master Liu, who sent her here with an understatement and looked at the two men eagerly. No matter how young and beautiful you are, you don't want to admit that you have a lot of age, and you have to accept the old.

Although Liu Weiyang said that if it was indeed the murderer who had attacked Nan Zhao, he would not succeed this time and might come again. She would be able to take care of one or two while staring. But she watched for a whole day, and she didn’t even see a few ants, not to mention any suspected murderers. Instead, she hurt herself and felt that she was getting older for no reason...

Shui Ning hopped two steps along the stream, beckoning to her: "Sister Yan, let’s go bathing in the river over there, okay? I practiced sword fist for a whole day and got a lot Khan!"

"It's not dark right now, you are not afraid that people passing by will see you when you go to wash it?"

Shui Ning shook his head: "Of course I won't see it. In our Luoyue clan, men only bathe in the male river, while women only bathe in the female river, and no one will pass by on weekdays."

Yan Dan knows today that Luoyue people actually have this particularity. However, she has been in the Luoyue village for a short time now. She feels that the customs and habits of the Luoyue people are not much different from those of mortals. Even the swordsmanship and boxing practiced by Shuixian are similar to those of the Tang Zhouhui. . It's just that Shuixian pulls her to the Nv River, and she can't hold Nan Zhao. She thought for a while and pulled Nan Zhao over: "You too, come together."

Nan Zhao's face flushed red: "I, I can't go!"

Shui Xing chuckled: "When he first came here, he didn't know the rules, but he walked to the Nvhe one time. At that time, my sister Nong Cui took off one of the shirts and beat him. It's like a pig's head."

Seeing that she was talking about Nongcui, Yan Dan tentatively said: "Your sister Nongcui's temperament is much worse than yours."

Shui Xian thought for a while, pretending to be a master, and said: "That is naturally different. My sister is older than me, and has seen more worlds than me. She also met His Royal Highness Xuan Xiang when she was young. It’s a pity that I was not born at that time, otherwise I can see it with my own eyes. Just looking at the portrait, I think he is really a good-looking man."

Yan Dan said nothing. Nong Cui gave her a very different feeling before and after. This is not just because of her old age and seeing the world, but this should not have much to do with the two previous murders...

"Ah, you must not be deceived by Liu Weiyang's superficial skills. I tell you, there is absolutely no person worse than him in this world, just like living in the face of others. He also specially dressed up as that kind of wretched villain, used gunpowder to blow me up, burned me with fire, and pushed me off the cliff. The bad things he did are simply untold."

"It sounds like it's too much. What about Young Master Tang Zhou? I've heard Nan Zhao say that Brother Yi Lan is very rude to him, and he has never been angry."

You are all too naive. There is only one reason Tang Zhou is different from each other, and that is that he doesn't look down on each other. By the way, he can also put on a posture of being superior. In fact, he is a little bigger than a sesame. People who care about little things. Yan Dan was almost filled with righteous indignation: "He is definitely the second worst person in the world! I used to be kept in a magical instrument by him for 20 days. If you don't see the day, I won't say anything. For 20 days, I didn't get dripping rice. Okay. It’s easy to wait for me to come out, and this prohibition and that prohibition lock me up. What's even more annoying is that he tells others that I am so strong that I can beat a tiger to death. But any woman, who would hear this? Happy?"

Shui Ning was choked for a while, and had to ask: "Where is Young Master Yu Mo? He is very patient when listening to others, and he smiles very gently."

"You were still deceived. Although Yu Mo is a little better than the previous two, it is not much different. The patriarch sent us to Yu Mo to be his concubine, but he was here. I was chosen from a group of people. I think it’s probably because of his own looks and temperament. As a result, his next sentence asked me to go to the study to clean the desk, and he also called someone to teach me how to organize his room. Now My clansmen taught their daughters that you must never learn from Yan Dan. Even if they accepted her as a concubine, they didn’t even touch a finger. Later, they didn’t even have the status of a concubine. If you are like her, no one will want it in the future."

Shui Nong murmured: "It sounds like you had a miserable life..."

Is it miserable...

Yan Dan thought for a while, and said honestly: "That's not a big deal." She saw a small river in the distance, and stopped: "Shui Ning, just go over by yourself, me and Nan Zhao is here, I'm afraid someone will look for opportunities to attack Nan Zhao."

Shui Ning was still waiting to take her with her. Hearing her last sentence, he nodded: "Then you have to wait for me here, you can't go away by yourself."

Nan Zhao smiled shyly: "Go, we are here waiting for you."

Yan Dan watched Shuixian walk by, turned around and looked at the bruise on Nan Zhao's neck, and asked softly, "Don't you remember who hurt you?"

Nan Zhao shook his head and apologized: "I really can't remember. At that time, I just felt breathless, and then I didn't know anything."

"If you see that person again, will you recognize it?"

He frowned and thought hard for a long while, then whispered: "Maybe...not even."

Seeing that he was depressed, Yan Dan patted his shoulder lightly. The two of them seemed to be in shape, and they looked very smoothly. "It's okay if you can't remember at all, so that person has no scruples, but will Hands-on."

Nan Zhao lowered his head, and blood surged to his thin cheeks: "Actually, when I was young, I was very talented in practicing Kungfu. Later, I fell ill and my body became weaker and weaker. I don’t know why I looked at it before. The sword technique that can be learned once is to practice it dozens of times and hundreds of times, but I can’t learn it...I know I am useless, not even the water dragon..."

Just listen to Yan Dan suddenly asking: "How old are you this year?"

Nan Zhao was surprised and said shyly: "I will be sixteen in a dozen days."

Yan Dan smiled and hugged his shoulders, and said softly: "My age is more than enough to be your grandma. If you have anything unhappy, just tell me, maybe It's much better after I come out."

Nan Zhao blushed and whispered: "Yan, Yan girl, others like to say that you are a few years younger, you seem to be less than half my mother’s age, so why bother to be my grandmother? ?"

Yan Dan is very frustrated. It's rare that when she is so empathetic, the other party even dislikes her for not having chicken skin and hair, and her face is full of wrinkles.