Guardian Chapter 97: Sangshu Village, Yinyu and Liuli

  Speaking of Chen Feng, bang bang, drive, drive, call~!

  In a short time, I came to Sangshu Village.

  He twisted the reins with both hands and jumped off the horse.

   Touched the sore **** flap, turned a crutch, and straightened the bullet bag.

  This Mulberry Village deserves its name.

  There are house-high mulberry trees everywhere, so it is supposed to be a big village that raises sericulture and sells silk to get rich.

  How come out of the kind of people like the Hou family...Chen Feng thought in his heart, leading the black fat horse with the snout and entered the village.

  "Master, how do you go to Chang's house?"

  Chen Feng smiled and asked for directions to the old man who was watering the tree with a dung dipper.

  The old man pulled his face, glanced at Chen Feng, turned around, turned his back to Chen Feng, and ignored them.

  "Master...咿." Chen Feng thought that the old man was getting old, and as soon as he raised his voice, he was splashed on his feet by a scoop of yellow and white sewage.

  He jumped away with the wrong foot, still thinking about what's going on, I don’t look like a bad guy, right? How can the uncle splash people with dung?

  Chen Feng looked at people's age, and he didn't need to get to know them. He just treated him as an uncle in a bad mood and didn't take it to heart.

  Since the uncle was unwilling to care about people, Chen Feng did not insist on it, leading the black horse, and continued to move forward.

  There are two children peeing and muddy on the road ahead.

  Chen Fenggang squeezed out a face that he thought was kind, and knelt down to ask for directions.

  A fine and strong woman rushed out of the slope.

  She clamped the children under her arms one by one, stared at Chen Feng vigilantly, and left without saying a word.

  What's weird? Chen Feng was suspicious, and felt that something was wrong now.

  If the uncle who poured dung on himself was just accidental, what would you say this time?

  The woman's face was obviously wary, and she didn't enter the stranger.

  Does this Mulberry Tree Village welcome outsiders?

  Chen Feng did not believe in evil, so he continued to move forward.

  There was a door open. He saw Chen Feng approaching with a smiling face. Without a word, he covered the door and gave him a closed door.

  One moment before he was still smiling and ready to say hello, the next moment he narrowed his smile and looked vigilantly in his eyes.

  Chen Feng frowned as he walked, how can the people of Sangshu Village guard themselves like anti-thief?

  For such a short time, Chen Feng had already noticed that several groups of people were observing himself intentionally or unintentionally.

  There is also the low wall, pretending to be nonchalant, and actually locked his eyes on the clothes dryer, hey, don’t you use bamboo poles, and put wet clothes directly on the dirt wall, do you want to be so deliberate?

  Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, Chen Feng acted righteously, walked straight, although he was guilty of muttering in his heart, but he didn't think deeply.

  In this world, seeing strangers entering the village, there is such a great vigilance, it is reasonable, but even in the outskirts of Kyoto in the Dashun Dynasty, there is such a sense of insecurity. It can be seen that this is a good world, and it is no wonder that the predecessor has He was hit by a military disaster, he was almost fried by a bird demon, and he was almost used as a stove by a celestial master. Finally, he managed to escape, and was sold to the Soul Master as a soul master by the grain transport officer as food.

  Chen Feng shook his head mockingly, in his heart, it is also considered to be God’s will, the bird demon of Yaqueling was called by me, and the food transport officer’s family was dead, and I didn’t know that Lao Shizi broke in. When the soldiers and celestial masters of the village also go to the Yin and Yang Book, then it will be regarded as revenge for the predecessor, and your identity will not be in vain.

  Chen Feng thought about this, but suddenly he was stopped by a dark-faced man.

  "What are you doing?" The big man held a rake with cow dung in his hand, and put it at his feet, his eyes were full of "Are you a thief", and he looked up and down Chen Feng.

   Entering the village at night, I was really misunderstood... Chen Feng would naturally not follow the words of the big man to answer what he was doing, otherwise it must be who you are next, coming to Sangshu Village to do something like Balabala. heap.

  "My Shen Sa's friend, entrusted by him, came to Changchun to give something to Changchun, and my eldest brother will show me something." Chen Feng patted the horse's head, letting out his body, revealing what he was riding on the horse's back Cloth bag.

  In order to convince the other party, he took out the brown sugar from the cloth bag and took a bite in his mouth.

  Shen Sa is the real name of Tianji XV, and Changchun is the neighbor Changchun he referred to.

  "Shen Sa, I'm not dead outside yet." The big man murmured, seeing Chen Feng accurately say the names of the two people in the village, his face was slightly slow, and he pointed in the direction of the tail of the village, "Go forward along the road. Turn left at the third fork in the first one."

  After speaking, regardless of Chen Feng, he lifted the nail and turned his head and left.

  Chen Feng turned around and looked at him, good fellow, there are still a lot of folks with brooms, spatulas, threshing racks...hidden secretly.

  It's weird...You're too defensive...The folk customs are really sturdy...Chen Feng pulled the reins, got accurate directions, and walked much faster.

  "Uncle Chang is at home? I am Shen Sa's friend."

  In order not to cause misunderstanding, Chen Feng knocked on the door and reported himself directly.

  "Who is it." After a long time without opening his throat, a slightly phlegm voice came.

  Followed by the sound of the door latch pulling open.

  The interval is so short? Chen Feng even suspected that Uncle Chang had been waiting behind the door for a long time.

  The door cracks open.

  Chen Feng was dumbfounded, and the other person was dumbfounded.

  This uncle, isn't this the uncle who Chen Feng met under the mulberry tree in the village, who was still impatient and poured dung on himself.

  Changchun's hair is gray, wrinkled, and her dark skin is wrinkled into a bitter melon face, half of her body is exposed to the door, neither entering nor retreating, she looks embarrassed on the spot and doesn't know how to speak.

  Chen Feng grinned and said with a smile: "Uncle Chang, I always hear Shen Sha mentioning you, saying that if it weren’t for your relief back then, he would have starved to death a long time ago. No, the guy did business from outside and made some money. Money, ask me to bring you money."

  The best way to resolve embarrassment is to use a third party that both parties know.

  Shen Sa became a tool man.

  "Little Shen, you will be filial when you are young." Chang Chun raised his eyebrows with joy, the embarrassment was resolved into the invisible, piled up a smile, and let Chen Feng come in.

  Chen Fenglian led the horse into the yard, took off the cloth bag, patted the black fat horse on the ass, and entered the house with Changchun.

  Chang Chun wiped the bench, asked Chen Feng to sit down, and poured him a bowl of cold and white.

  Chen Feng did not dislike it. He took three big mouths and wiped his mouth. Then he put the silver and gifts on the table, "I have brought things, you can take a little."

  "What else is it, it's my family." Having said that, Chang Chun opened the bag and smiled even more.

  "Then what, where did you come from, what is Shen Sa's kid doing now, is there a family..."

  Faced with Chang Chun's impatient appearance, Chen Feng patiently uttered the belly draft that had been laid on the road.

  Anyway, it is nothing more than boasting Tianji 15 as a good young man with a successful career.

  "That's good, that's good." Chang Chun muttered, clutching the bag and shaking his hands, and sighed with relief: "When a child grows up, he should focus on his career. You can bring me a message to earn more It doesn’t matter if you earn less. It’s okay to go back to Sangshu Village. People in the village will always treat him as his own family."

  Speaking of this, Chen Feng subconsciously said something, "Uncle Chang, your village, why does it seem to be very exclusive."

  Hearing this, Chang Bo's face collapsed, his face sternly visible to the naked eye, and he waved his hand: "Young man, don't inquire about it, it's dark. I won't stay overnight. Please go back early. "

  ……………………

  The meaning of driving people away is too straightforward.

  Chen Feng thought for a while, forget it, entrusted by others, and loyal to others, what should be done has already been done, what do I do with my own family affairs in the village.

  Think about it.

  Chen Feng got up, arched his hands, and didn't let his hot face touch the cold **** anymore.

  As soon as this party got up, someone lifted the curtain of the inner room with a plate of pickled mulberries to go out.

  "Who told you to come out, go in." Changchun's arms and legs were old, and he moved very flexibly with a stride.

  He blocked his sight, and the person who had just walked out of the curtain was pushed back by him.

  Chen Feng glanced in shock, and saw that man, she was a young girl with a delicate face and a sad face.

  "Granddaughter, I'm not polite and reckless." Chang Chun explained to Chen Feng with her back to the curtain, and then said: "Well then, I won't give it away."

  Chen Feng didn't think too much, he was full of face and etiquette, bid farewell to Changchun, and took the horse out of the village.

  I once again felt the "enthusiasm" of the villagers in Sangshu Village in the dark.

  Weird...Chen Feng shook his head, went out of the village, and rode away.

  Chang Chun watched Chen Feng walk away, returned to the house, closed the door, picked up a rattan, and entered the back room.

   After a while, accompanied by the crackling whipping sound, a heavy gasp anger sounded, "I made you feel bad, I made you want to run, remember, you are mine, you are my person. , Death is also my ghost..."

  Obviously crying with a mouth-covered cry, wanting to cry but not daring to depress loudly, unable to calm down for a long time.

The people of   Sangshu Village turned a deaf ear to it, and seemed to be accustomed to this unusual cry for a long time.

  Same.

  Feudal society, the country old man, teaches the wife.

  Who is not so fierce.

  It’s just the old lady in Changchun’s family.

  young.

  ……

  Chen Feng quickly returned to Kyoto.

  Go to the horse shop and return the black horse.

  Only then rushed to Yuqian Alley.

  Seeing the big locust tree in a distance, he turned and left again.

  Why.

  Chen Feng didn't take in the rice from morning till night, thinking of going back on an empty stomach, he might decide what dark dishes Chef Liuli would give him, so he couldn't eat more quickly.

   There are people who sell Chaos at night.

  Chen Fengbao finished the three bowls in one breath, and then walked home with his slightly swollen belly.

  If Liuli shouted to eat again, she would show her the belly, saying that Si Li had a tooth sacrifice, and she would come back as soon as she was full.

   When we arrived at Yuqian Alley, I passed the big locust tree.

  Chen Feng glanced at home, scratched his head subconsciously, and said to his heart, what happened today? Nowhere is that strange.

  But see, outside the closed courtyard of the small courtyard.

  A young man with a clean face and no beard, a scholar in Tsing Yi in an elegant gown, holding a white handkerchief in his hand to wipe sweat.

  The scholar looked scared, as if he had seen a ghost, his face was pale.

  The **** is muttering, I don't know what is muttering in my mouth, standing outside my door, entering and not entering, retreating and not retreating, two legs, still trembling slightly.

  Chen Feng was even more curious when he saw that. He said to his heart, the breeze is cool this evening, why is the young man sweating so much?

  Standing outside your door, are you in trouble and want to ask for help? Can't pull down the thin face of the scholar, so nervous to sweat?

  Chen Feng guessed by himself that it’s not surprising that Kyoto sees scholars. When they are rushing for exams, there are scholars who come from other places in the city. Accommodation is inconvenient, and they often have the habit of staying at home.

  However, this is not the rush season, so why is this scholar?

  Chen Feng turned to think, Yongxing Emperor's sixtieth birthday is approaching, and he has already promulgated a plan to tour the city and enjoy the people. Could this scholar have sued the imperial court?

  "That? What can I do for help?" Chen Feng cautiously worded, holding his tone, asked the scholar, and pointed to the courtyard gate, adding: "This is my house."

  The scholar was immersed in his own world. He was startled by the sudden sound, and made an attacking posture by conditioned reflex. Seeing that the speaker was a handsome and unparalleled young man, his vigilance was slightly slowed down.

  He couldn't believe it and swallowed with difficulty, pointing to the courtyard gate, and then to Chen Feng, "You...your house?"

  Hey, what kind of look, it shows that I don't believe it, it's the kind of look that "just depends on you? Is it worth it?"

  Chen Feng is not happy anymore. I kindly ask you what's the problem, you even regarded me as a poor wall, so, where do you fall in love?

  Chen Feng stopped attending to the scholar, raised his hand and knocked on the courtyard door, "Open the door, I'm back."

  As Chen Feng raised his hand, the scholar's heart was hanging in his throat.

  He has an itchy throat, hesitates, and he doesn’t know what he’s saying, "Don’t...don’t...don’t."

  Farewell for a long time, without saying a whole word, Jing Gu was shaking his legs there.

  "Pig, you're back." The courtyard door opened from the inside, silver hair fluttering, Liuli smiled and squeezed out half of her face, just opened her eyebrows and smiled, and then condensed her smiling face.

  She said to the scholar behind Chen Feng: "Why are you still here?"

  "Just...just leave." The scholar was in a cold sweat, speaking uncomfortably, and saying that he was going to go, his feet trembled and trembled, but he couldn't move his legs.

  "What's the matter?" Chen Feng looked back at the strange scholar, and then at Liuli who gave a cold snort to show his disdain.

  "This man was sneaky, climbed the wall to poke in, and was knocked on a bamboo pole by me, huh, late at night, crawling on the wall, he is not a good person, he looks like a scholar, and does some scumbag things... …" Liuli babbled, pouted, holding the corner of Chen Feng's clothes and swaying to the left and right, grievingly swayed to Chen Feng, looking like an adult in the family came back, with the backbone, can’t wait to be bullied, and anxious Pour the beans out intolerably.

  The scholar looked like he had seen a ghost, and his pupils were almost dizzy. After seeing Liuli's coquettish appearance, he hurriedly looked down at the bottom of his feet, wishing to bury his head in his neck.

  I was thinking, I didn’t see it, I’m blind, this is an illusion, this is not her, how could she be here, no no no, this is her, no no no, this is not...

  The scholar is not the wisp of soul separated by the Yinyu under the coffin.

  The first thing I did when I came to Yangjian was to go to the ruins of the sword furnace.

  The yang fish remaining there has the strongest aura.

  Because of the yin and yang evil in the two worlds of Broken Sword, he searched for the breath and went to the Chenfeng Courtyard in Yuqian Lane.

  The moment I saw Liuli's true capacity.

  He.

  People are stupid.

  "Forget it, it's not easy for scholars." Chen Feng patted Liuli's head, and gently rolled her hair along her silver wire.

   Liuli rolled Chen Feng's eyes in disgust, but did not reject this action.

  "Yes, yes, it's not easy, it's not easy." The scholar was sweaty, wet his back, and followed Chen Feng's words without daring to say more.

   "Let's do it." Liuli raised her chin proudly, and nodded towards the scholar: "Be a good man in the future, don't climb the wall, know if you don't."

  Slightly abrupt words, to Chen Feng's ears, they are a bit overwhelming.

   But in the ears of scholars, it sounds like a fairy.

  He nodded in a hurry, his mouth responded, and he didn't dare to look up at people, thinking that it seemed to be taken for granted in her mouth.

   Liuli waved her hand, and somehow it dropped, she blurted out, "Get out of the way." After I finished speaking, I realized what I was doing, why is it so rude?

  He was embarrassed to look at the scholar.

  The scholar is like an amnesty.

  Immediately...get out.

   is a real rolling posture.

  Chen Feng and Liuli looked at each other, the two of them had weird faces and they made eye contact.

  "Have you knocked human brains out?"

  "I suspect that this person is ill!"

  The scholar rolled away until he couldn't see the courtyard.

   Then I got up with lingering fear.

  He looked scared and asked, why is she there? Are you experiencing mortal life? Fortunately, fortunately, I didn't recognize me, otherwise I would be pulled out as a dental stick.

  He touched the place of his forehead, as if thinking of some bad memory, he suddenly swayed.

  The scholar hissed his teeth and made up his mind, this rain front alley, no, this Kyoto can't enter, find the other half, immediately return to the scrupulous coffin, and never come out again.

  He flicked his fingers, a little spark pointed.

  He followed the erratic direction of the spark, going farther and farther.

  "Found it." The scholar extinguished the spark, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

  Under the quiet moonlit night sky.

   Rows of mulberry trees are as tall as a house, and the afterglow is silver and white, like the frost of winter.