My apprentice is a little weird?

Shen Ming raised his head from where he was lying in the snow, wiped his nose casually, and said stubbornly.

"There's a saying in Master's book: If you want something, do it yourself!"

After saying that, he pounced on Jiang Yan like a hungry tiger.

Jiang Yan turned around and dodged again.

"Okay, okay, you used what I taught you to refute me, you did a good job."

As Jiang Yan spoke, he turned around nimbly and placed one hand on Shen Ming's head, letting her little fist wave around in the air.

"But you haven't learned the rest, so don't act rashly."

Jiang Yan pressed Shen Ming's little head and laughed, preventing her from moving forward.

Shen Ming babbled for a long time, but there was nothing he could do.

The two of them played and fought like this, and in this cold and snowy day, they were like two natural elves happily playing, leaving a series of deep and shallow footprints on the snow.

In this way, before we knew it, the sun had come to an end.

A faint orange color began to appear on the horizon, like an oil painting gradually unfolding.

The afterglow of the sunset illuminates the earth, covering the white snow with a layer of golden gauze, which is beautiful beyond words.

At the end of the sight, the shadow of a village gradually emerged.

Jiang Yan stood on a protruding stone, ignoring Shen Ming who was constantly trying to make his presence felt.

There was a gleam of light in his eyes and he looked intently.

But I saw a thick blood cloud hanging over the small village, which would not dissipate.

The shrill wailing sounds from the blood cloud were endless. Even though Jiang Yan was far away, he could still hear some of it vaguely.

Seeing that her teacher ignored her, Shen Ming also looked in the direction he was looking.

But unlike Jiang Yan's frown, her expression did not change at all, as if she was looking at a ball of air.

"Master, there is something in the sky somewhere."

"Well, that thing is called evil spirit, which is formed by the most extremely foul spirit in a person. Generally speaking, if a place of this scale can be formed, it must be an ancient battlefield, or..."

"What is it?"

Shen Ming asked doubtfully, and Jiang Yan sighed softly.

"Either there are too many people who died unjustly or there is too much resentment accumulated. In short, that place is a troublesome place."

Jiang Yan spoke softly and glanced at Shen Ming, finding that she didn't show much emotion.

After thinking for a while, he took her hand and walked forward.

But Shen Ming just stood there.

This made Jiang Yan's heart move.

"Is Ming'er scared?"

Knowing that fear is also a kind of growth also made him feel relieved. But he heard Shen Ming say:

"Master, don't go anywhere, you will die."

"........."

Jiang Yan! Expressionless face...

He turned around, dragged Shen Ming towards Xiaoquan Village without saying anything.

…………

The sunset faded away, leaving only a little brightness.

Jiang Yan took Shen Ming and walked on a small path, surrounded by some withered trees.

The village is just around the corner, just a few hundred meters away.

On the way, we passed a stone tablet with the words "Xiaoquan Village" written on it in neat handwriting.

Jiang Yan moved away from the stone tablet, squinted his eyes and looked at the village, but his brows became deeper and deeper.

The village is not big, but not small either, with an estimated several hundred households.

The house is located in a trapezoidal shape. You can only see the side from here. There are three floors from top to bottom. There is a river about three meters wide in front, which is also not small.

But perhaps because it was winter, there was almost no one to be seen outside the entire village, not even any livestock. It was as quiet as a dead village.

"What a strange village. Why does it feel this way~"

Jiang Yan frowned slightly. This village gave him a very evil and weird feeling, but if there really were demons there, he couldn't sense a trace of evil. It was just weird anyway.

Then Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he sensed something. His eyes lit up, he raised his hand and counted with his fingers, then put it down awkwardly.

He forgot that he was terrible at divination.

But he still figured something out.

There was someone in this village that he knew.

The only person Jiang Yan remembers most recently, besides Li Qiaoer, Shen Ming and the shopkeeper Lu, is the little girl he met when he came to the city.

Oh, and there are the soldiers guarding the city.

"What a coincidence, what a coincidence, I didn't expect that we are destined to meet each other."

Having said this, Jiang Yan was no longer in a hurry. He thought it would be a good opportunity to take a look since he was here.

As he was thinking about this, Jiang Yan suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye and turned his head to look at the hillside in the distance.

There was a man there who was constantly bending down and standing up, and no one knew what he was doing.

Jiang Yan didn't think much about it, and changed direction with Shen Ming, walking straight towards the man.

Only when I got closer could I see clearly that the person was a boy, about ten years old.

He was thin and poorly dressed, with a rag on his head and a small pile of firewood in his arms.

The boy seemed unaware of Jiang Yan and the others coming over, and he continued to bend down and pick up firewood.

The frozen, swollen and red palms were groping in the snow.

It seems...he is still blind?

…………

The boy was feeling around and suddenly he touched a pair of boots.

Suddenly he froze in place and the firewood in his arms fell.

The boy stepped back in panic, accidentally stepped on his own firewood, and fell to the ground.

The rag on his head fell off, revealing his silver-white hair.

The boy apologized frantically while reaching around to find his headscarf.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it"

"I just came out to collect firewood and bumped into you by accident! Sorry, sorry."

The boy's hands were groping in the snow, when suddenly a warm hand reached out and handed him the rag.

Then came a sentence the boy had never heard before.

"Isn't it cold?"

The boy was startled at first, then he seemed to react and hurriedly took the headscarf and tied it around his head to prevent his silver hair from being exposed.

After doing all this, he slowly raised his head, hunched over.

At this moment, Jiang Yan also saw the boy's appearance clearly.

Even though he has scars all over his face, he still looks quite handsome. If it weren't for those scars, he would have been a handsome boy.

But his eyes were not like those of ordinary people. They were white-brown and looked a little cloudy.

"Hello, we are just passing by. Are you from this village? What's your name?"

The boy was a little nervous and scared. He squatted down and hurriedly picked up the firewood on the ground.

"The village chief doesn't allow me to contact outsiders."

Jiang Yan's voice was gentle, and he wanted to reach out and rub his head in a familiar manner, but before he could do anything, Shen Ming grabbed his hand tightly. His eyes widened, and he had no choice but to give up.

"I'm not from another village, I'm from another city. Your village chief only told you not to talk to people from other villages, but he didn't tell you not to talk to people from the city."

"My last name is Jiang. Since you are young, I'll take advantage of you. Just call me... Brother Jiang."

The boy looked confused. City people? Who was that?