There are tears in the beads [derived from the history of martial arts]

, Fengshui, medical treatment, divination and other work charge fees to build and maintain Guanyu.The money donated by believers and pilgrims is called "support money" and is used to support the ancestors and gods.

know return

【Pick Up】Knowing Return

Shen Lang and the others led their horses into the forest, but they saw that there were trees all around, and the more they walked, the more trees there were, and the passable space became narrower and narrower, until finally they could only stand shoulder to shoulder.

The road in the forest twists and turns, and three riders cannot go straight, but they lost their way after a long time.

After all, Leng Er is well-informed, and has a little research on strange techniques, and after a few people wandered around for a while, they roughly saw some clues.This forest is not natural but artificially arranged. If you don't know the way of it, you may be trapped for a lifetime and you will never want to leave.Relating to what Miao Zhu said before, thinking about the strange man Rong Guogong who was trapped for seven days before he escaped, how can the three of us compare?

Just as he was thinking wildly, he suddenly heard the sound of flute coming from afar, and the faint pharynx lingered in his ears.

Shen Lang heard the gentle melody of the flute, like a stream flowing, and suddenly his mind was clear.Subconsciously took steps with both feet, followed the lead of the flute and walked forward, Leng Er and Leng San hurriedly followed behind.

When he was young, there was no way to go straight, Shen Lang looked at the fork in front of him and hesitated, just took a step to the right with a fluke mentality, but the tone of the flute suddenly changed, like a stormy sea, as if there was a warning.Hearing this, Shen Lang hurriedly withdrew and turned around, turned to walk to the left, and the melody returned to its previous melodious and soft rhyme.

Shen Lang didn't know what the flute player was thinking, anyway, he couldn't find his way, so let's try according to his advice.Then he led Leng Er Leng San led the horse and walked to the left. After that, every time he came to a fork in the road, there was always the sound of a flute to point out the direction.After walking in this way for a long time, and I don't know how many turns, the sound of the flute suddenly became silent.

Shen Lang was startled, and hurried forward a few steps, his eyes suddenly opened up, and he came to an empty place.

The open space here is about one zhang square, and it is still surrounded by bushes. Leng Er walked around the edge and found that there are eight paths in total, which presumably correspond to the directions of the gossip.

In the middle of the open space stands a stone tablet as tall as half a person, with two large seal script characters "Zhihui" written on it, a line of lower letters on the upper right "Xuanhe" in the third year of July, and a line of lower letters on the lower left "The seventh year of Mohua Village". An unworthy descendant Ding Hongshu".

Shen Lang looked at the boundary monument and was puzzled: This Jasmine Village has been handed down for seven generations in the middle of the [Previous Dynasty]. Presumably it was built after the founding of Zhao Song, but I don't know how unworthy this 'Ding Hong' is?

"Who?" Leng Sansan suddenly shouted, followed by "Ouch", "Hidden weapon hurting people, what kind of skill is it?"

Seeing that his younger brother was about to chase into the forest, Leng Er hurriedly stopped and said, "Third brother, don't be reckless!"

Shen Lang stretched out his hand and grabbed Leng San by the back collar, and grabbed him, "Third Uncle, we don't know the way, so we must not intrude!"

Ah Fei was awakened by their voices, and burst into tears.

Leng Er came over and asked, "Third brother, what's going on?"

"I saw a red shadow behind the tree. I just asked about the hidden weapon and it arrived. Fortunately, I hid quickly, otherwise this pair of tricks would be gone." Leng San pulled out the hidden weapon in his scalp, and it turned out to be two embroidered flowers. Needle, the silver light has not quenched the poison.Just now when he saw two cold rays of light staring straight at his eyes, he hastily squatted down to avoid the door, but the embroidery needles came so quickly that he couldn't completely dodge it.

Hongying, Zhaozi... Shen Lang recalled the words of the old man in the Bawang Temple, and guessed the identity of the person in his heart.He took the Shuanglong jade jue with his left hand and raised it above his head, and said loudly: "I am Shen Lang, I sincerely come to pay respects, and I am willing to invite Miss Qin to show up."

Shen Lang yelled three times in a row, but only heard A Fei's cry and a few strange birdsong, but no one answered.Just as he was wondering, the whirlwind suddenly hissed and jumped up. Shen Lang glanced at it sideways and hurriedly turned around, only to find that there was a person standing on the boundary marker at some point.

The person who came was a young woman with a plain gauze cap, red shirt and white skirt, very similar to Yue Qingqing's attire.She stood on the top of the stele without saying a word, appearing very quiet, with a long sword faintly carried behind her back.

Shen Lang clasped his fists in salute and said: "I'm Shen Lang, I met Miss Qin. The girl visited Renyi Villa a few days ago, and Shen is not in the villa. If I'm rude, I still hope that the girl is Haihan."

The person who came was Qin Nanqin, the maid of Mohua Village. She didn't respond to Shen Lang, but just looked down at the few people from a high position. Finally, her eyes fell on the baby, and her red lips parted slightly, "A Fei?"

Leng San received the hidden weapon innocently, and saw that the visitor was so rude, so he wanted to speak out angrily.Leng Er hastily covered his brother's mouth, and shook his head at him. The terrain here is extremely unfavorable to them, so they should not act rashly.Leng San had no choice but to hold back and glared at the man angrily.

"It's the dog." Shen Lang looked down at his son on his chest and smiled helplessly. For the people in Mohua Village, A Fei was more popular than him.

Qin Nanqin jumped up from the boundary marker, quietly landed on the edge of the forest, said "go" and drifted into one of the paths.

Shen Lang led the whirlwind and hurriedly followed. The forest was still a narrow path with a complicated layout, and Qin Nanqin always kept a distance of about three steps in front of him.Shen Lang saw that her back was not moving, but her body seemed to be floating on the water, and he thought she should be walking on tiptoe, so easy!

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Shen Lang noticed that the surrounding fog was gradually thinning, and the sunlight cast faint shadows through the gaps in the branches and leaves of the trees.

After Qin Nanqin led them out of the dense forest, they stepped on a path made of three-layer soil. It was wide, flat and clean. Although there were bushes on both sides, it was not as weird as going back into the forest.

Walking through the woods on the soil foundation, there is another bluestone and fish-scale road. At the end is the Guangliang gate of the villa, on which there are three big characters of "Jashua Village" hanging on the plaque.

Standing in the middle of the steps in front of the door is a person who looks like a "semi-old" dressed as a woman, with pale complexion and kind eyebrows, with a black coral hairpin in her bun, and wearing an earthy-brown dress.

Qin Nanqin went forward to bow to the woman, calling her "mother-in-law".

The woman took her hands and said with a smile: "Your work is hard, go and change your clothes first, the two gentlemen are already in the pavilion."

Qin Nanqin bowed slightly again, turned around and took the reins of the three horses, and walked along the courtyard wall to the corner gate.

Shen Lang heard Qin Nanqin call the woman "Grandma", and guessed that this person should be Bailong's nephew, Longpo, so he didn't dare to neglect and immediately cupped his fists and bowed: "Junior Shen Lang, I have seen Granny."

Leng Er and Leng San in the back also folded their fists and bowed. The young owner was in front, so they didn't speak.

"No baby." Long Po nodded slightly, and then looked at Shen Lang carefully, "Yes, he is a neat child, but it's a pity that there are many bumps in his life."

"Mother-in-law laughed, but this junior dare not." Shen Lang seemed cautious, for fear of offending the village elders by saying the wrong thing.

Luang Po smiled and said: "The old lady is alone and doesn't care about things, and the baby doesn't need to be polite. It's just that when you meet the two gentlemen, you must be cautious in your words and deeds."

[If you want to know what will happen next, let’s break it down in the next chapter]

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Note:

[Row] The writing format of ancient characters: from top to bottom, from right to left; vertical rows are rows, and horizontal rows are columns.

[Xuanhe] The last year of Huizong in the Northern Song Dynasty, in the seventh year of Xuanhe, Huizong hurriedly abdicated to Qinzong, and the "Shame of Jingkang" occurred in the following two years.

[Previous Dynasty] Regarding the dynasty, in Mr. Gu Long's Lu Xiaofeng series of novels, "Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens" wrote that "Fusang Kingdom is now in power by Toyotomi Hideyoshi", and it can be determined that the background is the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty; In "Hou Gambling Square", there is a saying "Di Qing, a famous general of the previous dynasty". The previous dynasty here refers to the Song Dynasty rather than the Yuan Dynasty.Therefore, this article continues to use this setting. The era of "Wulin Wai Shi" is still the Ming Dynasty, and its predecessor is the Song Dynasty.

[Semi-old] In ancient times, it was rare to be 70 years old, and a woman was called "semi-old" when she reached 30 years old.

Moment of light

【Second Pick】Yu Liang of a Moment

Luang Po led Shen Lang and others into the gate. The front yard was a large area of ​​shrubs, almost every plant was more than ten feet high, and the branches were dotted with dots of flower buds. It was Jasmine, known as the soul of fragrance.

Leng Er couldn't help secretly marveling, the jasmine trees here are much bigger than the ones he's seen before, and the flowering period is earlier than other places, the Jasmine Village is really not in vain.At the same time, he secretly paid attention to the gravel path under his feet. These small stones paving the road were smooth and without edges, which were the same as the hidden weapon used by the white dragon the night before.The stone roads are criss-crossed and undisturbed, and there are bushes to block the view. Obviously, they are also laid out according to the Qimen gossip.

Shen Lang was all thinking of seeing Bai Feifei sooner rather than appreciating these things.And Leng San is a simple person, and he has no interest in flowers and plants.As for Ah Fei, he fell asleep again at some point.

After passing through the jasmine forest, they came to a hillside, and on the top of the hill stood an octagonal pavilion with double eaves.

Luang Po walked up and stopped, looked up at the people in the pavilion, winked at several people, and walked away.

Shen Lang and the others didn't understand, so they also stopped in their tracks. Long Po didn't speak and they didn't make a sound, they just bowed slightly to express their gratitude.

After watching Luang Po disappear into the jasmine forest in an instant, the three of them turned their attention to the building above and carefully sized up the people in the pavilion.

This pavilion is called "Zhanjin Pavilion". The main body of the pavilion is made of gold, and there is a lotus lantern hanging at the end of the Leigong pillar in the pavilion. It has never been extinguished since it was lit by the sixth generation of Mohua village head.This golden pavilion was built on the hillside, with a panoramic view of Mohua Village, overlooking the south of Luhuadang, and there are secret agencies and secret channels ambush nearby.

In the middle of the pavilion is a stone table, sitting opposite each other on the table are two young masters, both of whom are only in their thirties, who are engrossed in the game.

The complexion of the person at the head is fair, thin, and handsome, with a little cinnabar shining between his brows, and he is dressed in a light golden white dress.