When Xingyan walked into the room, he reached out and gently lifted the veil on the snow-covered top. He didn't see the woman who used to be quiet and quiet. At this moment, under the red candles in the room, the snow-like pretty face was already red as red as dyed, and the clouds were as bright as the clouds. This Jiaona woman was now extremely ashamed. Although she had known that the master had just walked into the house and walked over again, when he really reached out to lift the red silk covering his face, he seemed to be suddenly frightened. Her heart pounded and instinctively wanted to avoid her, but found that she had long stopped obeying her orders.

At this time, the hexagonal copper stove hidden in the corner of the wall was burning and light white, lingering, filling the red silk embroidered curtain with a stream of musk-like orchid-like cigarettes, and strands of wisps also swayed into the young man's nose. For a moment, whether it was the beauty in front of him like jade or the incense that was drunk, Xingyan suddenly felt a sensation in his heart, and he felt that the blood and alcohol on his body were mixed with the brewing and steaming, and it rushed straight into his mind. He was instantly fumigated to his mouth and tongue. When he was thirsty, he picked up a teacup from the table and put it to his mouth to drink.

However, after just taking a sip, the Sihai Hall Master, who was originally a little confused, was suddenly stunned: "Hmm?"

He looked into the cup and saw that the tea in the white porcelain cup was showing a dark green color; when he sniffed it, he felt a wisp of intoxicating fragrance hit his nose. Looking at the green tea in the cup, Xingyan secretly sucked the fragrant tea he had just sipped in his mouth. After a while, he became calculating and praised loudly in the candle shadow:

"Good tea, it smells so good!"

After saying that, he raised his neck and raised his tea in the cup and tilted it all.

When he had drunk all the green tea and went to see it again, the young master's face was already drunk, his face turned red, and his breathing became particularly thick and heavy. In the shadow of the candlelight, he could only hear a "huh". The wide red robe on his body had been used urgently by him, and he flew across the bamboo hook on the wall next to the window, covering the gap left by the big red window curtain. Then he saw that the candlelight in the golden red wedding room was dark and the window was covered with darkness.

Although you can no longer see the situation inside the house from outside the window, you can imagine that the spring scenery in the winter window must be even thicker.

At this time, in the quiet night outside the Yixue Hall, I don’t know whether it is from the bank of the river or the head of the willow tree. Suddenly, a faint soft singing voice sounded, and it was transmitted into the crack of the window, and I heard the singing:

"Humans say that winter nights are cold, and I say that winter nights are good.

The embroidered quilt is as warm as spring, and there is no worry about the sky not knowing.

When the jasper breaks the melon, the relationship is inverted.

I feel embarrassed, and I turn around and hug you..."

After that, the song became charming and the meaning of the lyrics became more and more scattered. The song that was neither a man nor a woman came into his ears, and there was an indescribable sexual intercourse.

Hearing this song, the young man who was quietly paying attention in the darkness of the bridal chamber, his heart became even more clear. The fragrance of the corner of the wall, the dream grass in his arms, and the charming frivolous singing voice were all urging him to walk through the clouds and rain to hurry up in the bridal chamber. Unfortunately, the monster outside the house underestimated the skills of these young men and women. At this moment, not only did Xingyan look clear, but Mei Lingxueyi, who had just been confused and infatuated, received a quietly reminder from the master. Now he is still handsome and leaning against the embroidered curtain beside the bed, and listens coldly to the charming song outside the window in the dark.

After listening for a while, seeing that the meaning of the words became worse and worse, the trace of shame left on Kou Xueyi's pretty face completely faded away, and turned into a cold and frosty expression. At this time, her delicate body moved slightly and wanted to rush her sleeves and throw them away, but captured the ignorant demon.

However, as soon as her body moved, her snow-like horn was caught by the lord and pressed on the brocade beside the bed. This was Xingyan's sign, asking her not to alert the snake for the time being, because they came this time just to suggest the water spirit, and they still had no clue. The strange song outside the house may be related to this matter. In an unpredictable place, the monster sound did not have much harm to others, so it would be better to let it go and slowly wait for it to reveal its feet. Although, the song outside the house was demonic, Xingyan could hear that it could never be issued by the clear spiritual creature that was born in the blessed world of the cave.

In addition, Xingyan quickly thought about it just now, and felt that there was something strange about the Cuili village in this matter. Not to mention the joy of the church, it was indeed true. But after thinking about it carefully, they felt that they were doing some deliberate things. Not to mention anything else, now Qionghu and Xueyi were living in the same room with him and walking in the bridal chamber was very unreasonable. Because at this time, men in the world often had the act of marrying wives and concubines, but when they arrived at the bridal chamber, they had to be separated and divided into the night before and after. How could they be arranged in a room like this? It was both sensational and tea, and the suspicious lyrics and songs on the top of the tree outside the house, as if everything was just to let him and these two girls accomplish the Wushan event earlier.

"Hmph! I underestimated me this time!"

As the saying goes, "too much is not enough", Xingyan's drunkenness is gone, and his heart is extremely clear. However, although he can see that it is inappropriate, it is not advisable to act rashly at this time. Although it is suspicious, maybe these are just coincidentals; because the customs of this alien race may be different from other places, so you should not rush to make an attribution, saying that the Jiuli tribe must be colluding with the monster. With this consideration in his heart, Xingyan decided not to speak out and not to alarm the snake. Maybe the matter of the water essence should be based on such strange things, and then he was just right to follow the clues.

After thinking about his thoughts, Xingyan suddenly found a heat gushing from his palm.

"Ah! I forgot to hold Xue Yi's hand."

When he noticed this, he was about to take it away as he used to do, but Xingyan was suddenly stunned. He slowly remembered the beautiful spring waves under the red candle not long ago. He couldn't help but feel a little thoughtful and unable to control himself. He also remembered the bitter appearance of the plum blossom fairy in the past. Xingyan was also quite apologized in his heart, sighing secretly, and he thought to himself:

"Oh, forgot, this time, although I was acting in front of outsiders, I was still frivolous and a little sorry for these two girls. However, this marriage cannot be ignored. If Xueyi was really determined, I would not be able to get married in a hurry. Then I have to wait until I settle down, seek the orders of my parents and the words of the matchmaker, and then use the joyful sedan chair to marry her three matchmakers and six certificates into the house. This is the respect for her."

Although he was just predicting it in his heart, he still thought about it with such a complete set, and with a little bit of a young mind, Xingyan clenched the hot and soft jade hand and said in a trembling voice: "Xueyi... This long night is long and a little boring, so why not do what we say in the song!"

"ah..."

The woman whispered softly when she heard this, her cheeks were already blushing and her fire--but the man came up and did just that in the last dream. At this time, the little sister next to her who had been tossing for a night had already lay on the brocade quilt and snored and fell asleep. The cottage beside the pool was filled with spring.

However, at this time, the night sky of the mountain village outside Yixue Hall was not very calm. About the second half of the night, a ghost cry suddenly sounded outside the already calm house, which was tragic. Although the sound was not loud, it seemed very sad. However, when Xingyan listened carefully, the ghost cry disappeared without a trace and never appeared again. That night, all the abnormalities that occurred in the Li Village inside and outside the house were secretly remembered in the heart of the boy.

The next morning, when Xingyan woke up from his sleep, he saw Xue Yi sitting upright in front of the window over there, combing Xinru at the dressing table. When Xingyan looked at this time, Xue Yi was already in a palace bun with a high plate, a green hairdress like a fog, and she looked like a bride.

Hearing the sound of the bed here, Xueyi turned her head and smiled at her hall master Yanran. At this time, the plum blossom fairy was sweeping her eyebrows and Zhu Yan's lips were the indescribable charming. Seeing this, Xingyan smiled and was about to speak, but the little sister who had been sleeping soundly woke up and rubbed her eyes in the warm quilt and said:

"Brother, it's so early!"

Listening to her vague greetings, the brother of the master who had sleeping in Yi Er's mind last night knew that his sometimes smart and sometimes confused little sister must not remember what happened last night now - this is good, so I can save some explanation.

After getting up early that morning, the patriarch Su Li Lao, sent someone to carry a load of fruits as a wedding congratulations and told them to rest well. However, at this time, Xingyan was not in great mood to stay in Yixue Hall. After eating some food, he went to the patriarch's house with the villager who came to give gifts to thank the villager. When he arrived near the patriarch's courtyard, the villager gave some advice to the three of them, then said goodbye to the house and went home to do his own work.

The family of the old patriarch of the Zuli family is a courtyard facing west and east. The bamboo fence is more than one person tall, surrounded by a small courtyard, making people unable to see the appearance of the houses in the courtyard. What is strange is that although the climate of Lizhai is abnormal and green plants can still be seen everywhere in the village in winter, the vines on the fence of the clan family are even more green and dense. From here, the greenness in the eyes seems to be about to turn into water and flow down. Looking outside the fence, although you can't see the houses in Suli's hometown, you can see a tall camphor tree, which is as tall as a cover, and is also intertwined with green branches and green leaves.

When he walked to the courtyard, Xingyan shouted outside the wooden door of the fence:

“Is anyone at home?”

......

After a while, someone answered in a muffled voice:

"have."

After hearing someone agreed, Xingyan pushed open the fence door and walked into the courtyard gate. Xue Yi and Qiong Wan naturally followed him like shadows.

When he entered the courtyard, he saw a strong and thick-eyed man with thick eyebrows and big eyes standing under the camphor tree in the courtyard. He looked at his uninvited guests with a look of vigilance. Looking at his strange expression, he didn't seem to know what happened in the village these two days, and he seemed to have no idea that Xingyan and his men came to visit his village.

Seeing his skeptical look, Xingyan quickly smiled and clasped his fists, and said politely: "Brother, is the old patriarch Su Li at home? I'll thank him specifically today!"

Hearing Xingyan's polite question, the man looked him up and down a few times, and then replied in a tough voice:

"My grandpa is not here!"

Then, without asking why these people wanted to thank his grandfather, they continued to concentrate on doing their work, regardless of the fact that there were a few strangers next to them.

"Oh, that's it..."

Although the clan leader was not there, the master did not expel the guest. Xingyan did not plan to leave for a while, so he stood aside and looked at the clan leader's grandson carefully.

Looking closely, Xingyan found that the grandson of the clan leader was not very old. He was in his prime, with tiger-eyed sword-browed eyebrows, and there was a bit of heroic spirit between his eyebrows, but he didn't know what wisdom was. This tall and supposedly arrogant young man was now surrounded by a sad aura. The black hair on his temples was also mixed with many white hair. Now this man with a sad face was carefully peeling the wooden board in his hand, peeling off the dim bark, revealing the smooth white wood color.

Seeing that he was no one around and ignored him, Xingyan didn't mind, so he just watched casually in the courtyard. He looked up at the tall camphor tree canopy, and then looked around at the lush green moss weeds in the courtyard. After watching it repeatedly, it seemed as if he was very interested in the clusters of weeds.

After waiting for about half a stick of incense, the grandson of the clan leader who had been silent and busy with the carpenter in his hand finally spoke again:

"Are you Han people?"

“That’s right!”

After hearing his words, Xingyan was very happy and quickly took the opportunity to follow up.

"Then can you write?"

"Of course!"

"oh!"

After hearing what he said, the man was silent again, as if he had struggled for a while, then hesitated and said:

"...My Chinese name is Su Afu, I want to ask you to help me write a few words."

"So it's Brother Afu, of course there's no problem!"

Xingyan was just trying to make friends, and it was not difficult to do this, so he didn't even want to agree at once.

Hearing his answer, Su Afu thanked him aloud, then turned back to the room, took his grandfather's brush, charcoal ink, dripped some clear water into the pit of bluestone under the camphor tree, and then grind it hard with black charcoal. After grinding the black ink, he dipped the brush in ink, gave Xingyan both hands, and asked him to write.

"Oh, it turns out that I'm writing on this wooden board."

Seeing Su Afu pointing at the newly made wooden sign, Xingyan asked him what he wanted to write. When he heard about it, the tall and strong man suddenly showed a very painful look, his muscles on his face trembled. After a while, he finally burst out word by word:

"Written, write to my deceased guest, Shui, Ruo."

Speaking of the last two words, it seemed as if it was a thousand pounds, and it was extremely difficult to say it. After hearing this, Xingyan realized that the snow-white wooden sign in his hand was actually a new spiritual position for his deceased wife Su Afu.

After pondering for a while, Xing Yan carefully told the man with sad face in front of him, and told him that if he followed the rules of the Han people, the tablet should have the title "The position of the deceased wife Su Shui."

After hearing what he said, the grandson of the clan leader, who had a simple face, was silent for a while before asking:

"No name for Shuiruo?"

After hearing his question, Xingyan realized that the word "shui" was not his wife's surname, so he asked his deceased wife's surname again. Unexpectedly, it was just a simple question, but Su Afu said "I don't know".

Seeing this, Xingyan didn't say much, and just asked him if he wanted to add his wife's name, because according to the customs of the earth, there was no name on the spiritual throne of the deceased woman. When he heard him ask, Su Afu, who was originally in pain, quietly left the gods for a while, and then said calmly:

"Plus, she likes this name."

So Xingyan held a pen and wrote on the snow-white tablet:

"The deceased wife Su Shiruo's position."

Then he solemnly handed it to the sad man.

During this day, except for writing tablets for the grandson of the clan leader, Xingyan and others did not encounter anything else. During this day, they did not meet the attentive and hospitable old clan leader.

That night, the boy who had not gained much had to return to Yixue Hall west of the Blishui Pool to rest.

Although the day was dull, Xingyan felt a little enlightened in his heart. Lying on the wooden couch outside the village, what happened in the past few days flashed in front of his eyes like a carousel lantern. The colorful hall with red candles burning, the song of the charming song of the devilish leader, the courtyard of the leader's grandson in winter, and the sad expression of the eldest grandson mourning his deceased wife.

“Huh?”

Just as he was thinking hard, Xing Yan suddenly felt a flash of inspiration in front of him in the darkness.

"Shui Ru? Su's water Ru?"

After chewing the name in his mouth for a few times, Xingyan sat up suddenly, his eyes shining brightly in the dark:

"Oh! The old dragon king said that if you want to find the water essence, you can pay attention to the person who seems to be right but not wrong - the word "ruo" in the name of Shui Ruo does not mean "ruo"?"

"Just... how could Shangqing Shui Ling die so easily?"

The young man, who had a light of inspiration, was so excited that he couldn't sleep at this moment; so he put on his clothes and got out of bed, paced back and forth in the hall, and started to think hard.

It was midnight at this time, and it was almost midnight; the young man paced back and forth in Yixue Hall and pondered did not seem to know that there were a few strange things happening in the entire village outside the house.

Just at midnight, every household suddenly opened the door of the Lizhai Mountain Village, which was originally peaceful and quiet, and silent villagers walked out of it. They were wearing strange robes and robes, quietly walked out of the house, and knelt in front of their own doors. After that, the Jiuli residents who were sleepless in the middle of the night seemed to have received some mysterious call, and they all went to the same direction, and began to kowtow to pray to the towering mountains southeast of the mountain village, and spoke with strangely spoken scriptures.

While they were praying together, the quiet mountain village suddenly rose from the village, which was almost impossible to observe in the dark night, and then connected into pieces and bridged around. In a blink of an eye, a huge and thin film of fire-colored clouds formed, floating around, floating towards the southeastern mountains.

After the faint fire clouds floated away, the young and old who were kneeling and praying in the village returned to their houses silently. In a blink of an eye, the mountain village returned to its previous tranquility, as if nothing had happened just now. In the silence of everything, only the little green ghost fire was floating towards the village like crazy in the dark night!

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Chapter completed!