My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

One day and one night, with heavy wind and rain, the gate of the Chu Mansion was knocked open.

Standing outside the door was an old man with a beard, dressed in black, with a voice like a dumb bottle, and said to the servant who opened the door: "I have a way to cure your second young master's illness."

Two years ago, Chu Rong, the second young master of the Chu family, fell ill with a strange disease. His skin temperature was abnormally high, and the heat in his palms even reached the point of scalding. The doctor came to treat him, but he couldn't find out the cause, so he shook his head and left.

The head of the Chu family cherished the child, and in order to cure the child, he posted a reward order all over the city, as long as someone could cure the second young master, the Chu family would reward him with a lot of money.

This mysterious man who appeared suddenly on a rainy night, with no wet marks left by the rain on his black clothes, stepped into the Chu Mansion, first went to the ancestral ancestral hall, and then stood motionless in the ancestral hall.Chu Zechuan asked him to come mainly to see a doctor for Chu Rong. He didn’t want him to look at the place where he should see for a long time. He felt uncomfortable. He reminded that the sick person was lying in the bedroom and not in the ancestral hall, but the mysterious man said something to make him feel sick. He was taken aback.

"This is not a disease, but a disaster."

Chu Zechuan couldn't understand, and just wanted to ask for advice, but the mysterious man left the ancestral hall and found Chu Rong's bedroom without any guidance. After showing off his skills, Chu Rong really recovered.

Chu Zechuan was grateful and admired from the bottom of his heart. Before sending the mysterious man away, he learned the name of the mysterious man—the Nomad.

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"The lantern bearer?" Jun An repeated, chewing carefully: "Is there such a person in the underworld? Why have I never heard of it?"

"The lantern bearer is a position in the world. It is a generation of civilization in a certain place in an earlier period. It is usually inherited from generation to generation and has nothing to do with the underworld." Nan Xiaohui explained.

"But who is so free to go to the tomb with a lamp in the mountains at night, and then walk along the village roads in all directions? The moon is dark and the wind is high, how scary!" Jun An shrank his neck, feeling a chill on the back of his neck.

The lamp is for lighting, and the lantern is for guiding the direction. The so-called lantern bearer refers to leading the dead soul to find the way home, to see the world of nostalgia, and to be reincarnated without any worries.

The lantern-carrier is day and night, dressed in black, short in stature, and most of them are blind. There is a saying that the lantern-carrier deals with the dead, and his eyes are yang. The soul, and it is easy to be invaded by it and the body returns to the yang world.

"Take the house and return it to the sun?" Xue Huan interrupted abruptly.

Junan felt that it was a bit ridiculous, and asked: "Didn't you say that the lantern bearer is inherited from generation to generation? How can you guarantee that every generation who takes over the position is blind? Is it possible that the ancestors have blindness?"

Nan Xiaohui shook his head, "Of course not. Every generation of lantern bearers is blind, so when the next generation of lantern bearers take over, they will use sharp tools to blind their eyes. This must be done."

And the blinding here is not simply two slashes, but gouging out two eyeballs.

Jun An's eyes suddenly had a dull pain, as if a knife had been slashed through them. In an instant, he covered his eyes, looked at Nan Xiaohui through his fingers, and said in surprise: "It's so cruel, why are you blind? If you look at it, just cover it with a black cloth, it will be easy and painless."

"The light will still be reflected when covered with a black cloth, and you can still see it if you are not careful." Xue Huan said.

"How do you know?" Jun An asked.

"It's reasonable to guess, and there are so many weird customs among the people in the three thousand worlds, it's not unusual." Xue Huan has a strong ability to accept and is extremely calm.

Nan Xiaohui hummed, and said: "Master is right, in order to ensure that there is no light at all, the eyes must be gouged out, and the lantern bearer spends most of the night in the cemetery, not all dead souls can't be found On the way home, he needs to walk around the cemetery with a lamp, so he has to do it just in case."

Jun An was dumbfounded, shook his head, and uttered the word cruel after holding back for a long time.

"The lantern bearer walks in the cemetery all year round, so it is also called the tomb walker, the tomb of the cemetery." Nan Xiaohui read a lot of anecdotes and strange books, and told the same story, which was very scary.

Jun An was terrified, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back at night.

The three of them had already entered Yong'an Prefecture. After a day's journey, it was already night.

"Senior brother Jun An, you talk the most about killing demons and eliminating demons all the way, why are you afraid of this?" Nan Xiaohui didn't mean to laugh, he was just puzzled. You shouldn't be afraid of these.

"Who says I'm scared." Jun An denied it categorically, and immediately raised his voice, causing passers-by to turn their heads to see who the idiot was. Xue Huan and Nan Xiaohui also looked at him. Said: "I'm not afraid, I just panic about the cemetery and the graveyard. I was born this way, so you can't blame me."

Nan Xiaohui smiled lightly: "Oh~ so the senior brother is afraid of death."

"No!"

"Afraid of ghosts?"

"You—" Jun An knew that what he said was true, so he couldn't make excuses for himself, so he said, "I don't believe you have nothing to fear." As long as he finds out, Nan Xiaohui has nothing to worry about of.

But Nan Xiaohui did not evade what he was afraid of. Instead, he admitted generously: "Of course I have something to fear. I am not in good health. I am afraid of getting sick. Once I get sick, I will feel bad."

Jun'an heard Si Xia mention a few words, saying that Nan Xiaohui's body is weak, and his illness comes like a mountain. It is estimated that there is some root cause or sequelae of the disease.He suddenly felt a little embarrassed, because his health was not good when he was a child, a cold and cold could last for a month, and his face was bitter after drinking the bitter medicine. many.

Only those who have been sick know that being sick is uncomfortable, wears out the body, and especially affects the mood.

Junan also thought that to be able to treat illness as a fear in his heart, it would take many births to leave a shadow. Xiaohui is from the same family, gentle and kind, as if he shouldn’t stab other people’s pain in a roundabout way, so he racked his brains to remedy: : "Well...you won't get sick. After you learn the spiritual method, lay a solid foundation, and become stronger, you won't get sick easily."

Nan Xiaohui: "I hope so."

Yong'an Prefecture is very lively tonight. There are lights and festoons everywhere in the city, and there are lots of laughter and laughter.

Xue Huan and others just caught up with the Camellia Festival, and there are flower window performances and cruise activities along the moat.

The Camellia Festival in Yong’an is a gathering of blessings, and eating, drinking and having fun is the theme. The people living in Yong’an like to hold a cup of tea brewed or a bunch of candied hawthorns on the night of the Camellia Festival. The flower window show in the pavilion, rich people will spend money to hire a boat, sit on the boat, swim the lake to watch the show.

As we walked forward, there were more and more people. Jun'an asked someone to ask the way. He knew that there would be a flower window performance, and he wanted to watch it happily. There were so many people in the festival, so Xue Huan had to tighten his grip on Nan Xiaohui, and his eyes followed him flexibly. Jun'an, who was tricking people, struggled to keep up.

Jun'an had a thing for fun, so he found a place facing the pavilion, next to a tree, and the bear hugged a little kid who was a little bigger, cheering loudly with the performance upstairs.

At this moment, halfway through the flower window performance of the pavilion, a man fell to the ground, and a woman went up to help him. Unexpectedly, the man rushed towards the woman like crazy, pressed her under him, and bit her neck. Immediately, a young man in a blue robe came on stage, brandished moves, and fought against the man. The flower window show added oil and vinegar to show the scene of the two fighting in slow motion. It was a bit funny for a real martial arts practitioner.

But these onlookers bought it very much, shouting loudly and applauding at the same time.

The performance is reaching its climax, and the voices of the onlookers are getting louder and louder. The sound of musical instruments blends with human voices, matching the tense plot, making people's eyes widen, scalp tense, hold their breath, and excitedly look forward to the next stage. down content.

Xue Huan couldn't understand what the flower window performance was doing, and muttered: "What is this upstairs doing? A martial arts competition?"

Jun An also couldn't understand: "Wu Song fights a tiger?"

Nan Xiaohui: "Heroes save the beauty—— right?"

"It's not what you said." They turned to the source of the voice in unison. A child about seven or eight years old was leaning against a tree. His eyes were black and bright, like fireflies flying in the dark.

"This is the story of a hero. The hero is called Chu Rong. Chu is the clear Chu. Rong is the Rong of Rong Yang. He is the second young master of the Chu family, a great benefactor of Yong'an, and a role model for all of us. hero."

When the child talked about this great hero, his eyes lit up, his face showed yearning, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, and he saw that he was the number one fan named Chu Rong.

Xue Huan had just arrived, of course he didn't know who Chu Rong was, so he opened his mouth and rolled the word Chu Rong in his mouth.

The child observed carefully, and guessed that he was not a local, so he said with certainty: "You are not local, otherwise, even Young Master Chu would not know."

He was quite proud, as if this Chu Rong was his elder brother, and he was his younger brother who followed and was protected by him.

Jun An smelled an unusual admiration, so he asked, "We are tourists. We just passed by here. Of course, we don't know who Chu Rong you are talking about. From your proud tone, has Chu Rong done this?" What's so great about it?"

The child raised his head and introduced it fearlessly. "Of course, Young Master Chu is the patron saint of Yong'an. He is a cultivator of immortals, with superb spiritual skills and world-class martial arts. The children around us will become like him when they grow up. Young Master Chu has saved everyone from danger more than once, driven Walking evil spirits at night, hunting blood crows, rescuing stone men, treating diseases and exorcising evil spirits.

"The performance you are seeing now is the deeds of Master Chu's exorcism. The couple were very loving. Suddenly, one day, the man was bewitched by an evil spirit somehow and wanted to kill his wife. Fortunately, Master Chu came in time, otherwise the man would have Killed his wife."

The child spoke happily and used his hands and feet together, making him more excited than the performers on stage.

Nan Xiaohui felt that the short arms and legs of the child were very cute, so he smiled and said, "You adore him so much."

"Of course, I will be like the second son of Chu in the future!" The child changed his name, and his interest did not diminish at all.

Xue Huan had a strange angle and was also grinning, but there was a knife hidden in his smile. "You Yong'an are so scary, not only evil ghosts, but also blood crows?"

The child didn't understand what he wanted to ask, thought he thought he was making it up, and immediately said in a more emphatic tone: "Yes, there must be, these are true, and there are many people who can testify, Chu Rong is really Great, everyone knows it!"

At this time, the child's partner came, and the child seemed to have found someone to back him up, and quickly said a few words to them, a group of friends nodded in agreement, and their voices continued.

"That's right, that's right, Mr. Chu Er is very powerful, and he even paid for the school."

"Sometimes I take a sword to patrol the city at night, just in case."

"Yes, Young Master Chu is very enthusiastic and nice."

"That's right..."

There are so many children, all of them seem to have been brainwashed, they are surprisingly consistent, and their language is surprisingly surging.

Jun An shrugged his nose, moved closer to Xue Huan's ear, and said in a low voice: "I knew we should build Nanyu in Yong'an, this worship is too mysterious."

Xue Huan also whispered: "I think you can also tell them that you are a monk and can wield a long sword. They will definitely give up Chu Rong and worship you."

"Huh!" The voice was mixed with dissatisfaction, but the voice was weak.

Xue Huan looked at Jun An: "What are you humming?"

Jun An was stunned: "I didn't hum."

The two looked around for a while, and finally locked their eyes on a little girl. The little girl was separated from the other children by a little distance, and she was weak, but she muttered unwillingly: "Young Master Chu is also very good, and he is also very good." sharp."

The rest of the kids didn't deny her.

"But Second Young Master Chu is more powerful."

"That's it."

The little girl stopped talking, and the children dispersed in a hurry, clamoring to see the boat. Seeing them running away, the little girl hummed softly, "That's not it."

Xue Huan became a little interested, "There is a disagreement."

Jun An shook his head, "Tsk tsk, do kids nowadays like to engage in personality cults?"

"Having faith is a good thing." Xue Huan said.

"Just don't take crooked ways."

Nan Xiaohui thought of something at this moment, and said, "I remember that there are also people who admire Lichuan."

Xue Huan was startled, "I remembered him when I mentioned him. Where did this bastard go? He's an idiot with a head on his waist. He ran around and fell into the cesspit. I'll see who can collect his body!"

Li Chuan disappeared after Chen Yu was subdued. He said he was incompetent, but the wool he produced was one strand after another. Before he clamored to stay in Nanyu, no one drove him away, so he ran first Gone.

"When I find him, see if I don't beat him up." Xue Huan said furiously.

Xiao Hui coughed and said awkwardly, "Li Chuan said he admires you the most."

Xue Huan frowned: "What?"

"He said that you are very kind and kind, and you are a hero in his heart."

"..."