The next morning, smoke rose from the roofs of every house. The housewives were busy preparing breakfast for the family at the stove. After hastily finishing the simple meal, the women of Woxi Village gathered in twos and threes in the creek.

It's time for "Morning Talk around the River" while doing laundry. And every time we chat, we inevitably mention what happened five years ago. We do this every day, but we never get tired of it.

Five years ago, in the twelfth lunar month of winter, Woxi Village.

Rural life in winter is a bit more peaceful than in previous seasons. There is no chirping of cicadas, no sowing, no labor, and no harvest. As usual, children are playing in the snow during the day, and adults are feeding poultry at home and smoking pipes.

.The daytime is compressed by the cold, and the sun can’t wait to fall as soon as it rises.

Because of the cold, every household got into bed early. Maybe it was because the sun had just hidden, or maybe it was midnight, but the villagers heard the rustling sound coming from the wasteland that was once a cemetery not far from the village.

Sound. The villagers who believed in cows, ghosts, and snakes were all like ostriches. They tied their heads in quilts, closed their eyes tightly, and looked at their noses, but their noses were suffocated. They let themselves go like this, not knowing whether they were asleep or fainting due to lack of oxygen.

Some brave people peeked through the cracks in the doors and windows. In the white village covered by the cold, only the wasteland was particularly conspicuous with a sticky red light. There was a sweet smell in the air, maybe it was red light.

The smell may be due to nervousness and the urine bucket was kicked over.

There are a few black, maybe dark red shadows vaguely visible in the wasteland. Their steps are like ghosts, erratic. Wherever they go, the soil surges and branches fly. When everything calms down, this wasteland

A house actually appeared, but these figures seemed to disappear out of thin air.

It wasn't until noon the next day that the chickens in the village crowed a little. At this time when the yang energy was at its strongest, every household braved their hoe sticks and went to the wasteland to take a closer look. Houses appeared out of thin air in the wasteland.

The villagers were stunned. The snow around the house was flat and there were no traces of trampling.

People wanted to get closer to see the details, but they found a black knife stuck in front of the door. No one dared to take a step closer. Today's courage was a little weak as the Yang Qi declined, so they had no choice but to give up. They were all shocked.

They returned home. The rustling sound was still the same that night, and the same the next night. At noon on the third day, every household braved the courage to go out to explore, and found that the house had been slightly repaired, and it seemed that some things had been added inside.

Trivial things. But the snow is still flat and the black knife is still standing upright. This makes the villagers of Woxi Village thrilling, but also inexplicable.

One night, the disturbing sound disappeared and was replaced by the sound of hunting wind. And through the crack in the door, I could see that the speed of those black shadows became extremely fast, with a trace of white mixed in between, as if there was something urgent.

Normally. Just when the son-chou alternation was taking place, the wasteland suddenly became quiet. The villagers held their breath nervously because they thought their heartbeats were too noisy.

After relaxing for a moment, and just when my mood returned to calm, I heard a baby crying outside the window, which was particularly harsh in this cold winter night, as if this was the only sound left in the whole world.

After only half a stick of incense, it finally returned to calm. However, the villagers who had experienced ups and downs in mood were unable to fall asleep. They curled up in bed, shivering, and stared at the dark night outside the window.

I feel that the period before dawn is very painful.

The sky has just turned pale, and people in every household no longer seem to want to suffer this kind of suffering. The brave ones decide to fight to the death no matter what monsters and monsters are, leaving their mother-in-law and children alone, so they pick up the guy one after another and rush out of the house with a fierce look.

He bared his teeth and roared as he rushed out the door, but a moment later there was suddenly no sound, and the family members' hearts were in their throats.

The time for one stick of incense has passed, and the time for two sticks of incense has passed. Some women who could not bear it rushed out of the door and ran towards the wasteland, only to find that the men seemed to be possessed by evil spirits.

They all dropped the tools in their hands and gathered around the house in a daze.

The woman looked aside from the crowd and saw a young girl standing in front of the house. She was only twenty years old, with willow eyebrows and clear eyes, white teeth and starry eyes. Her skin was as if it were gelatin. If it was powdered, it would be too white, and if it was red, it would be too red.

She was dressed in white clothes, with a purple sachet hanging on her waist. Her black hair was tied into a bun with a blue hairpin inserted diagonally on it. There were some broken hair just enough to make her ears slightly visible, as if a smart fairy fell into the mortal world.

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But those starry eyes were dim, and they just looked down at the tight cotton package wrapped in their arms. After a closer look, it looked like a baby inside the package. The cry yesterday must have been from this child, and the girl seemed to be crying.

Not noticing the crowd, she just stood in front of the door blankly, as if time had stopped around her.

The woman who understood the reason turned around and saw her man staring at the girl intently. She couldn't help but feel annoyed. She pinched the man's ears and yelled, "You old man, I think you are.

Okay, maybe this woman is a goblin, so go home!" As soon as these words came out, others looked at each other in disbelief. They felt like their ears were being twisted, so they quickly picked up their tools and came back dejectedly.

Home.

It was also because of the women's jealousy and prejudice that the people in the village were slowly indoctrinated into the idea that the mother and son were aliens.

However, the mother and son stayed behind closed doors all year round, and there was nothing special about them. This made the people in the village relax, and slowly restored the village's former vitality.

It's just that the villagers hide far away from their houses. Although they feel no different from ordinary people when they come into contact occasionally, they are afraid of them and run away in a hurry every time they say hello.

It’s just that the village chief is much more enthusiastic than others and often brings food to the mother and child. And the infant baby slowly grows up in this small village. He is Wu Fan. At this age,

It was time for fun, but the children in the village were also influenced by their parents when they saw him. When they came home with him, they were scolded, and over time they did not dare to play with him at all, but Wu Fan didn't care.

When I was playing alone, I really liked listening to the sound of Lang Lang reading, and Wu Hao who often told stories at the entrance of the village. Wu Hao was not as alienated as others towards Wu Fan, but instead treated this quiet child like a stranger.

like very much.

Although Wu Hao's parents also tried to stop him and even picked up a broom to beat him, Wu Hao didn't take it seriously and always felt that Wu Fan was destined to him.

But in fact, Wu Fan believed in the lies that he himself did not believe, and also thought Wu Fan was quite cute. After repeated contact, he gradually became friends, and occasionally even called himself Wu Hao and Wu Fan.

Discuss.

Although he was competing with a child of several years old, Wu Hao felt that Wu Fan's strength was on par with his own, and he was already a teenager after all. In order to enter those legendary sects, Wu Hao had to do it every day.

I put in some physical exercise, and although I was slightly better every time, I still got a lot of complaints.

Besides, because Wu Fan had a friend, he would tell his mother about everyday things every time he went home. Only then would the woman have a smile on her face and feel a little relieved. And every time after listening to Wu Hao

When he got home, he would pester his mother and ask her to tell him stories, but every time he couldn't finish listening, he would fall asleep.

Whenever Wufan was sleeping, the woman would take off the purple sachet and put it on Wufan's pillow. Wufan would feel the fragrance of his mother and sleep more soundly.

The cool and comfortable season of autumn feels very short. The cold winter has come quietly, and people's clothes have become very clumsy. At this time, Wufan is warming up the stove. Although it doesn't feel very cold, the dry air

It still made him very uncomfortable.

But the woman's clothes were as thin as before. Wu Fan wrinkled his nose and asked, "Mom, aren't you cold?" The woman smiled lightly and nodded as an answer.

Wu Fan couldn't help but muttered: "Mom, you are so awesome. If I have to wear so little, wouldn't I be freezing?" After all, he was a young Wu Fan. He forgot about this in the blink of an eye. When he saw the snowflakes flying outside, he went out happily.

Made a snowman.

Snowflakes are flying outside, and the seasons are still the same, but the past, as if it was just yesterday, will never happen again. The seasons are still changing, things are different, and people are different; in front of the hall, spring swallows are picking up old wood, but there is no young monk knocking on it.

Empty gate.

Although the winter season is quiet, it makes people feel boring and quiet. The adults in every household huddle in their houses all day long due to the cold. There are only the occasional sounds of children playing in the village. Day after day, the second year suddenly comes.

of spring.

The snow melted, everything came to life, and every household began to open the door to relieve the body that had been depressed for a long time. But this morning, as soon as the smoke rose in the village, they heard the sound of breaking through the window.

They opened the door one after another, walked to the yard and looked around. When they saw the person coming, everyone felt a kind of worship, admiration and ecstasy from their hearts.

In the sky, I saw a scoop-shaped object about two feet square, emerald green in color, carrying several figures. Looking closely, I saw two young men in their twenties, dressed in very otherworldly ways.

Wearing a white robe, there are green patterns like swimming dragons all over the body, and there is a green pattern like a gourd on the chest, which looks like a jade character if you look closely. Both of them are

The left hand makes a fist and is placed behind the waist, while the right hand holds the sword finger and places it in front of the abdomen.

Their expressions were very arrogant, but their eyes looked respectfully at an old man in front of them. The old man was eight feet tall, with an upright and generous posture. He was dressed in white robes that were the same as those young people, except that the pattern on his chest seemed a little different.

He has silver temples and white eyebrows, but a long beard. He feels quite old, but his face is red, his eyes are bright, his eyes are kind but there is a sense of majesty, which makes people feel awe. This person is the Jade Pot Sect.

Master Yunlang is responsible for recruiting disciples.

Master Yunlang waved his right hand, and saw a flash of green light in the sky, and the three figures slowly fell to the ground. But the scoop-shaped object seemed to be deflated, getting smaller and smaller, and turned into a

A gourd-shaped jade pendant fell into the hands of the real person.

This strange sight made the villagers astonished every time. Master Yunlang looked at the dense crowd around him, smiled slightly, and said: "I believe everyone remembers the routine of absorbing new blood every five years.

Although your Woxi Village is located deep in the mountains, it also has outstanding people. I hope it can bring us surprises this time. Without further ado, let the children aged ten to fifteen years old gather at the entrance of the village and let me carry out the entry qualifications.

Test. Only those with strong bodies and smart minds can meet the requirements. Children who pass the test will go back and prepare their luggage and leave for the Yuhu Sect at noon tomorrow for the initiation ceremony."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere suddenly became lively. Every household had qualified children, all dressed up neatly. After just a cup of tea, they all gathered at the entrance of the village. This was the first time Wu Fan saw such a lively crowd.
Chapter completed!