Zheng Xiao Mistake: The Mistake of Rebirth Provoked the Cold Master

Rong Yan naturally guessed who broke in. Last time, he was careless for a moment and someone took advantage of the opportunity and hit him by chance.

This time I really cared about it, after all, I don't have the habit of having people eavesdropping on me.

On the way back to the barracks, Rong Yan discussed with Zhu Zheng, "We won't live in the barracks anymore. Let's move to the city lord's village."

Zhu Zheng thought about it carefully and decided that this was indeed a good idea.

If I continue to live in the military camp, I might wake up one day and find myself riding a ox cart again.

So I happily agreed.

While Rong Yan was going back to the military camp to pack Zhu Zheng's things, Zhu Zheng prepared to run to tell Yan Niang and tell her the whole story.

I looked around but couldn't find her anywhere.

I asked Chen Maoer, and he said that Yan Niang had gone to the woods at the foot of Mount Qi to herd cattle.

Qi Mountain is the general name for the mountain range behind Langguan City. It stretches for dozens of miles. The largest peak is on the other side of the Naihatu River. The mountain is covered with dense forests and is extremely green even in winter.

Now is the beginning of spring, when all things come back to life.

In the twilight, the vegetation on Mount Qi was coated with a layer of golden light, some wild flowers were in full bloom, and golden Bubuyike covered the mountainside, swaying in the wind with vitality.

Zhu Zheng tied the horse at the entrance to the mountain and followed the pastoral path to look for Yan Niang.

The forest here was so dense that the sunlight seemed to glow with a faint green. A group of cows were grazing leisurely by the roadside, but there was no sign of Yan Niang.

Zhu Zheng followed the cattle trail for a long way and found Yan Niang lying under a big tree.

When Yanniang saw her, her eyes lit up, "Ah Si! Why are you here?"

Zhu Zheng: "What's wrong with you, Yan Niang?"

Yan Niang groaned twice, "My old horse stumbled. I've been to this forest eight hundred times, but I still fell into a pit. I finally climbed out and sprained my ankle."

Zhu Zheng took a quick look and saw that it was more than just a sprained ankle. There must have been a cut on Yan Niang's leg. Even after she simply bandaged it with the corner of her clothes, there was still a faint trace of blood.

She immediately squatted down and wanted to help Yanniang carry her back, but was rejected repeatedly, "No, no, your small body will be crushed if I press on you, go find an ox to carry me back."

Zhu Zheng quickly agreed, asked Yan Niang to wait here, and went to look for the cow along the same route they had just come.

It was getting dark and a thin mist was rising in the woods. The pastoral path covered with green and misty dead branches became increasingly unclear and felt as soft as a mud puddle underfoot.

A bright light suddenly appeared in the jungle and thick clouds, and clusters of thick mist floated down like will-o'-the-wisp fire all over the field, with a strange fragrance overwhelming.

As Zhu Zheng walked, he found that he seemed to have strayed from the pastoral path.

When she felt a little dizzy, she suddenly realized that this was not fog, but miasma in the forest.

Zhu Zheng had read in travel notes before that in such deep forests, there was a terrifying saying called "feeding the mountain". People trapped by the miasma could not get out and would be trapped in the mountain forever.

There was no sunlight in the dense forest. The mist in the forest gathered into a sudden downpour, soaking Zhu Zheng's clothes instantly. Her feet began to feel weak, and she pinched her palms to keep herself awake.

The moss was slippery and difficult to walk on, and no matter how careful Zhu Zheng was, he still slipped and fell to the ground. He slid a long way along the steep mountain road and only stopped himself by grabbing onto the vines with all his strength.

She was breathing rapidly, and in front of her was an abyss of mountain stream that seemed to have no bottom in sight.

Before he could recover from the shock, a faint flute sound came from behind him.

Why is there flute sound here?

Zhu Zheng looked back blankly and saw two figures in white clothes approaching in the mist.

In this kind of dense forest and barren mountain, with people dressed this way, it's hard not to think that they've seen a ghost.

Zhu Zheng didn't have much experience of encountering ghosts. She subconsciously wanted to run away, but her feet couldn't move. She could only sit there calmly and wait for death.

The fog dispersed and a figure approached. Zhu Zheng looked up and saw that the person was an old woman with white hair. She had an elegant figure and an ethereal air. She was holding a child half a person's height by the hand.

No one knew what material their clothes were made of. They were white and shiny, and the mist didn't get them wet at all.

The two of them looked at Zhu Zheng calmly, their expressions as calm as a quiet spring.

After a long time, the old woman spoke and asked Zhu Zheng a question.

It was probably in Spanish, which Zhu Zheng didn't understand.

Zhu Zheng's mind went blank for a moment. Her mind told her that she should remember what the other person said, but when she stared into the eyes of the two men, she was filled with shock.

The eyes of the two were transparent, showing the most familiar feeling to her...

……amber.

Before Zhu Zheng could finish being shocked, the little boy ran over and helped Zhu Zheng up.

The old woman had kind eyes and a smile on her lips, and she gently touched Zhu Zheng's head.

In an instant, Zhu Zheng's mind regained clarity, her palm was squeezed, and a light object was placed in it.

Zhu Zheng looked down and saw a purple bamboo leaf, flashing a faint light.

When I looked up again, the miasma in front of my eyes had dissipated, leaving only a faint green mist.

There was no more figure in white.

The tip of the bamboo leaf pointed in a direction. Zhu Zheng held on tightly and ran out, not stopping until she saw daylight.

When I loosened my clenched fist, there was only mist and rain in my palm.

Even the bamboo leaves are gone.

Zhu Zheng was brought back to her senses by a "moo" sound. There was a herd of cattle nearby.

Yan Niang waited for Zhu Zheng until it was almost dark. When she came back riding on a cow, her face was pale. She jumped off the cow's back and began to tell about her adventure.

After hearing this, Yan Niang sat up straight in surprise and said, "You have met Qi Shanjun!"

"What is Qi Shanjun?"

"There are two famous places in this area." Yan Niang recited a line of poetry, "Lianguan's golden jade and Qishan's fairyland."

He lowered his voice and continued, "This Qi Mountain is rich in natural resources and is surrounded by clouds and mist all day long. It is said that there are immortals living in the valley."

immortal……

Zhu Zheng was more concerned about something than whether or not she was a deity. "She spoke to me, but I didn't understand. Yan Niang, let's go back and find them."

Yan Niang waved her hands, "Qi Shanjun is a recluse who doesn't come out of the world. He is like a dragon that can only be seen from the head but not the tail. You can't find him even if you look for him."

Zhu Zheng's face suddenly fell.

Seeing her depressed, Yan Niang asked curiously, "What's wrong? Are you asking the gods to do something for you?"

Zhu Zheng was still a little dazed, and murmured, "She has the same flute as my husband, and her eyes, they have the same pair of eyes..."

Yan Niang didn't listen to the whole long speech, she just picked out one word, "Your husband?"

Zhu Zheng then remembered that she had not yet explained everything, and calmed herself down and said, "Captain, this is my husband."

Now it was Yanniang's turn to be stunned.

But the briefing was not the most important thing at the moment. It was already completely dark, so Zhu Zheng could only prevaricate, "It's a long story. Let's go out and take a look at your legs first."

Zhu Zheng helped Yan Niang climb onto the cow's back, and then she rode on the cow herself, letting her lean on her, and used a branch to push the cow's head as she walked out.

The only sound in the forest was the sound of cows' hooves crushing dead leaves, and suddenly Yan Niang started a conversation.

"Actually, I was also a military relative at first."

Zhu Zheng frowned in confusion. Yan Niang guessed what she wanted to ask during the pause, "They are not Qin He's relatives."

"My husband's name is Zhou Jinyong, and I call him Ayong."

"He was small and thin, and always looked sick. I used to be a doctor in town, and he always came to get medicine."

"Don't be fooled by the word 'yong' in his name. He is actually quite timid. He doesn't even dare to hold a knife."

"Although I joined the army, I only got a job as a cattle herder in the Zhenxi Army."

"But he always lied to me when he wrote to me, saying that he was very useful, that the whole army was counting on him, and that he would be home soon to lead me to a good life."

When Yan Niang talked about Ayong, her voice was very gentle. Zhu Zheng asked softly, "Where is he now? Where is he?"

"He fell to death while herding cattle." Yan Niang said in a calm voice.

He glanced at the cattle in the distance and said, "So, I came to herd the cattle for him."

Zhu Zheng was stunned.

But Yan Niang continued to laugh, and her clear and melodious laughter spread loudly in the night among the forest.

“That was many years ago.”

"I used to always quarrel with him, complaining about everything, and I never had a good life."

"Now that life is getting quieter, I miss him a lot..."

"Ah Si, you and your husband must be good to each other. Live one day at a time. Nothing you have come here for is in vain..."