Fenghua Valley is located in secluded and in midsummer, it is lush and lush, and the scenery is picturesque.

On the east side of the valley, there is a courtyard surrounded by bamboo forests and the Qi Family Ancestral Hall.

Two or three miles away on the hillside, there are dozens of families located in Qijia Village.

On that afternoon, the weather was a little stuffy and there was no wind at all, and the quiet valley seemed to be drowsy.

"Squeak--"

It is convenient for the moment that the originally quiet ancestral hall suddenly opened, and someone rushed out with a child, yelling: "It would be fine if you don't listen to lectures, but you dare to make trouble and serve..."

The man who claimed to be a young scholar in his early twenties, with a bun tied hair, wearing a long blue cloth gown, thin cheeks, a sharp eyebrows, a bright nose, and a bright eyes. The white skin color should have looked pretty, but at this time he had a gritted teeth and anger. The child was six or seven years old, with three small braids that were twisted, and he refused to surrender, and grinned and shouted: "Oh, if sir, if I dare to hit someone, I will turn around and ask my grandfather for complaint..."

In a blink of an eye, four or five children ran out of the gate, each smiling, with naughty and naughty faces.

The scholar's right hand was actually holding a ruler, raised it high, and said angrily: "If you complain, you will complain! If you can't deal with you, I will roll your bed and get out..." He grabbed the child's little hand and wanted to punish him. Unexpectedly, the little guy was very clever and actually raised his arm. Then, a red light suddenly appeared.

It was a small snake as long as a foot, with blazing flames all over it. It suddenly came out, which was amazing!

The scholar was startled and hurriedly dodged. In desperation, he threw out the ruler.

The child reached out and whistled, and the little snake turned out to light, as if a fire suddenly came and went, and it fell into his sleeves in an instant! He smiled proudly, turned around and ran away. The remaining children laughed and quit school, leaving only the embarrassing scholar rubbing his hands, his face full of helplessness.

A laughter came: "Haha! The mountain kid, who is not afraid of the sky, actually treated the red flame snake as a toy..."

The scholar was depressed and his eyes turned: "Qi Sanren, don't be gloating!"

In front of the ancestral hall, there was a man who was half a century old, gray-bearded, handsome and wore a shabby Taoist robe. Maybe he was old or injured by his legs and feet. He leaned on a crutch and shook his head, as if he said disdainfully: "As a role model, you should teach according to your aptitude and be tempted by your kindness! You are as restless as you are, you are definitely not a person who is content with poverty and enjoys Taoism. I am blunt, why should you make things difficult for yourself!"

The scholar was exposed and hurriedly defended: "It is not easy for me to make a living, we should be together..."

The old man's surname is Qi, his name is Buxiang, and he calls himself a sanren. He is said to be a Taoist priest in the country. Because he is good at medical and divination, and relies on the same surname as the villagers of Qijia Village, he ended up guarding the ancestral hall. The scholar also wandered here and had nowhere to go, so he was stayed by Qijia Village as a teacher, and had to deal with several naughty children all day long. The two of them had similar situations and should have sympathized with each other, but they expected that since they met each other, they had despised each other.

However, halfway through the words, the figure in front of the door disappeared.

The scholar snorted, turned around and picked up the ruler, looked back and then walked into the gate of the ancestral hall.

The temporary noise disappeared and the surroundings returned to tranquility.

A big room facing the gate of the courtyard is the main hall of the ancestral hall, which is placed in it, which also serves as a village school. The two wing rooms and a kitchen on the east side are places for scholars and Qi Sanren to eat and sleep. Next to the kitchen, there are ancient trees shaded, and cicadas are clamoring in the swaying branches and leaves. In the corner of the courtyard, there are clusters of freshly-colored flowers and plants. The secluded place is peaceful and leisurely; in the hot season, life is free and fun.

There is also a small courtyard behind the ancestral hall, with a corner gate leading to the hillside outside the courtyard.

The scholar walked past the kitchen and saw that Qi Sanren was already busy with supper. He looked at it with his head and secretly complained.

All day long, it’s either wild vegetable soup or wild vegetable cakes. It’s so shabby that it’s really painful. However, the commission from the school teacher is so small, even if he is dissatisfied, he can only endure it. The only thing that is thankful is that he has sex with Qi Sanren and eats every day, which saves his own actions.

The scholar wanted to complain a few times, but suddenly he felt that raindrops fell. The mountains were sunny and it was rainy. He passed the door of Qi Sanren and returned to his own house.

The furnishings in the house are nothing more than wooden couches and tables and chairs. On one side, there is a short sword with sheaths hanging on the wall, which is more than one foot long, but rusty, and looks very shabby and inconspicuous.

The scholar walked into the room and fell directly on the couch. His eyes accidentally flew past the short sword. He suddenly felt a little upset, so he closed his eyes and silently thought about his thoughts...

Before I knew it, I had been wandering outside for more than two years. The momentum of my former spirit had long been wiped out. When I arrived at Fenghua Valley, my money was finally left. Now I have to pretend to be a scholar and spend my days together. I don’t know what tonight and what year to come...

The sound of rain is getting thicker and the sky is getting late.

A familiar shout came from outside the door: "Mr. Wu, it's time to eat..."

The scholar did not agree, and stood up lazily, walked through the eaves, and stepped into Qi Sanren's house next door. A small table had bowls and chopsticks, and a basin of soup and four vegetable cakes. He sat on the stool with his back door, reached out to pick up the vegetable cake and took a bite, then raised a bitter face and chewed it listlessly.

Qi Sanren sat opposite him, picked up a spoon and served two bowls of soup, and said dissatisfiedly: "If you want to open your mouth like this, you should be content. Don't think that I should serve you as a wise man. You are not afraid of losing your life at such a young age..."

The scholar didn't think much about it, took the soup bowl and drank it all, then turned around and left with half a cake. When the person arrived at the door, he felt the bitter taste in his mouth and couldn't help complaining: "I am not sick or disaster, so I don't care about your soup..."

Only Qi Sanren was left in the room. Under the dim light, he seemed a little lonely and lonely. Even his turbid eyes were listless, but he slowly stroked his beards. He said lightly: "This is nine-leaf clover, Rehmannia, Polygonum multiflorum, Lingzin, and sweet berry, which has the effect of strengthening and strengthening aphrodisiacs! Wujiu, Mr. Wu, I can only blame you for your naked eyes and not knowing the wonderful uses..."

Wujiu is the scholar's surname.

The scholar returned to the house, closed the door without lighting the lights, swallowed the vegetables and cakes in a few bites, then kicked off his shoes and went onto the wooden couch, and lay down on his back.

In the more than two months since I arrived in Qijia Village, although I had a hard time living, I could eat and sleep. At least there was a place to shelter from the wind and rain, so I was content with it! However, every time I had a meal, I felt that my whole body was full of heat, and...

He reached out and touched it down. No surprise, he was also very strong. Alas, he didn't stop in such a tragic and stormy day, and it was awesome!

After a while of random thoughts, the scholar gradually entered his dream...

It seemed as if in the middle, I was still traveling with friends outside the country's capital.

The sky was just right that day. I saw the blue waves of Xiling, the willow banks were covered with silk ribbons, the chariots and horses were woven, and the spring breeze was slightly drunk. Suddenly, a horse rushed along the embankment, and before he got close, he had already fallen to the ground. He was a servant covered in blood. Before he died, he threw a short sword over and shouted at the top of his lungs: "The master is in trouble, the young master escapes..."

It was another dark night, and groups of soldiers followed. The scholar fled in panic, but unexpectedly came to a cliff. At the same time, several figures rushed to the front. Someone chased in the distance, and the flashing sword light was particularly eye-catching in the night. He punched the approaching soldiers with a "bang", raised his kick and flew the spear, raised his head and spit in the sky, his tragic expression was full of unwillingness and helplessness, and then jumped off the cliff...

The scholar, or Wujiu, suddenly woke up, was stunned for a while, let out a long sigh, slowly turned over, and then went to sleep.

Just at this moment, a "bang, bang" sound came, like thunder in the sky, sometimes far away, sometimes near...

Wujiu didn't care and reached out to cover his ears. But in an instant, he was shocked again.

The increasingly anxious movement was not the thunder, but the sound of knocking on the gate of the ancestral hall.

In a vague way, someone seemed to call...

What a fuss about this midnight?

You should know that Fenghua Valley is located in a remote place, and there are few outsiders here; and the ancestral hall is alone outside the village, it has always been quiet. Now that the rain is deep, who is coming to disturb each other? It’s not really a mountain monster, right?

"Bang, bang--"

Wujiu was still shocked, and the movement of knocking on the door knocker became increasingly anxious. He was completely sleepy, so he raised his foot and lit the oil lamp in a panic, and did not forget to look up.

There was a glass hourglass on the table, which was midnight.

Wujiu walked out with the oil lamp. Before he could move, he turned around and took off the short sword from the wall. He was a little braver and then opened the door and left the house.

A gust of wind and rain drifted, and the lights were about to fade.

Wujiu waved his sleeves to protect the wind and moved forward carefully.

The "bang, bang" knocking on the door was even clearer, and there was indeed a delicate voice shouting: "But someone is..."

The one who called the door turned out to be a woman?

Wujiu heard it sincerely and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He happened to pass by the next door and called out: "Qi Sanren..." Qi Sanren's house was closest to the kitchen and was closest to the courtyard gate. He should have noticed it, but there was no movement. Could it be that someone else was old and didn't hear the sound of the door?

The door opens on its own, and a human face appears under the faint light. At first sight, it looks like a ghost!

"Damn old Taoist, you deliberately scared me..."

Wujiu was caught off guard and was really startled. He couldn't complain. He urged him repeatedly: "Let's go and take a look, someone is calling the door..."

Qi Sanren was unmoved, stood up, stretched out his fingers and pinched them, and said calmly: "At the middle of the night, the hexagram is water-stricken, which is a sign of great danger!" He said inexplicably, and pushed Wuji out of the door, scolding: "Close the door and sleep, don't meddle in other people's business!"

Wujisheng was pushed and staggered. The door of the house was already "creaking" and closed. Even if he reached out to push, he still didn't move. In an unexpected surprise, he said in confusion: "What is a sign of great danger..."

Perhaps I noticed the light in the courtyard, and the call from outside the courtyard was heard again: "Good man, come open the door! Let my sister rest for a while, and I will be rewarded!"

Hey! It’s still a pair of sisters, or they missed Sutou on the road, so they have nowhere to stay. If they stay closed, how can they bear it?

And the thought arose here, the wind and rain were everywhere. The oil lamp suddenly disappeared, and the yard was suddenly pitch black.

Wujiu shivered again and felt hesitant.

"Oh, sister..."

"Ahem...girl, since the master is closed and doesn't let him down, don't make things difficult for others..."

A scream came out, and then even more weak and helpless words came from outside the courtyard. I felt a trance that a pair of poor sisters were desperate! This was really a place to go to the end of the world, but the cold rain made people feel sad. When I went out, who would not be in a difficult and embarrassed manner!
Chapter completed!