An Chang Shang Xiao

"Little Xiao Xiao! Brother Xiao! Calm down! Do you believe me when I say this is a misunderstanding?"

Wu Anchang tried his best to protect his head, Mu Xiao was not weak, and the beating was not light, and after a while, he was lying on the ground and was beaten.

Obviously just touched his head, Wu Anchang didn't know why Mu Xiao was so excited, but in the end it was his own fault, he didn't fight back, just let Mu Xiao hit like this, and stopped when he was tired.

After nearly half an hour, Wu Anchang was beaten almost unconscious, but Mu Xiao didn't intend to stop. A little girl under ten quietly watched the fight, but she didn't dare to move when she wanted to stop it. Just stood and watched for a long time.

"Here, Brother Xianjun," Jing Jing said in a very soft voice, "...don't hit me, okay? Auntie is calling for dinner."

Hearing the childish voice of the little girl, Mu Xiao relaxed his movements.

"Don't seek death in the future." He reminded Wu Anchang.

"Okay, okay!" Wu Anchang responded immediately, "I listen to Xiao Xiaoxiao."

Mu Xiao glanced at him and then quietly left.

Because there were people coming from the family, the eldest lady prepared a big meal for the two "immortals" early in the morning.

Seeing that Wu Anchang hadn't moved his chopsticks, the lady was still a little worried that he was not used to eating, so she asked specifically: "Are you not used to this mortal food? I can order them to help you cook again."

"I..." Wu Anchang was beaten by Mu Xiao in the morning, and now he still can't feel his right arm, and it's hard to lift his arm, let alone eat with chopsticks. He tried his best to make the reason reasonable, "I'm not hungry, monks don't eat much of."

"That's right," the eldest lady looked at him, then at Mu Xiao, "but I think this fairy eats very well."

"He..." Wu Anchang tried his best to make up an unrealistic reason, "He is more close to the people!"

"Well, I understand." The eldest lady finally stopped asking.

The topics at the dinner table continued intermittently until Mu Xiao asked a shocking question.

"Please ask," he said in a cold voice, as if with a chill, "Where are the tombs here?"

"Xianjun..." Da Furen was a little frightened, "Why do you ask this?"

"Nothing," Mu Xiao said, "just curious."

Wu Anchang was the only one who understood Mu Xiao's purpose. He helped Mu Xiao and said: "When we came here, we felt that there might be evil spirits haunting us recently. We didn't say anything because we were afraid to scare everyone. Please let me know. solve."

"Houshan," the old man said the first sentence since he sat down, "If someone died in the family, they were all carried to Houshan for burial."

After finishing speaking, the lady's expression became lighter, and there were some movements under the table.

Mu Xiao noticed these movements, his eyes turned cold.

"However, there is a person in Houshan who no one wants to mess with."

The old man added something.

Mu Xiao's expression didn't change: "It's okay."

In the early morning, he was beaten up first, and then he didn’t eat. He was already weak enough, and Mu Xiao is still dragging Wu Anchang out.

Forced to helplessness, Wu Anchang tried his best not to let himself lie on the ground directly, and walked the spacious street with Mu Xiao.

"Little Xiao Xiao," Wu Anchang said weakly, "Where are we going..."

"Back Mountain."

"You're really going to dig a grave!" Wu Anchang was visibly excited, "What if the soul is gone!"

"..." Listening to his words, Mu Xiao was a little speechless, "When did I say I'm going to dig a grave?"

"Then what are you doing?"

"Let's talk later."

He asked Jing Jing where the evil spirits are most exuberant, and Jing Jing also said the back mountain, but the reason was not because there was a tomb there, but because there was a lunatic living in the center of the tomb, who chanted words like spells every day, No one wants to go to the back mountain, it is mysterious.

The tomb cannot be touched, but if you can communicate with this madman, there may be a way.

Living in this world is a god-given opportunity, and killing innocent people indiscriminately is against God and against self.

Mu Xiao would not take the life of a wronged person.

The back mountain they are talking about is actually a short mountain called "Tanqi Mountain", which is just to the north of the mountain.It is said that Tanju Mountain is indeed a mountain, but judging from the scenery of the back mountain, it does not look like an ordinary mountain.

Starting from the foot of the mountain, you can find that there is an orderly row of shiny red leaves connected together among the green grass and trees, leading straight to the top of the mountain where there is no end in sight. Walk.

The two looked at the slender leaves, thoughtful in their hearts.

"Little Xiao Xiao," Wu Anchang gently tugged at Mu Xiao's strand of hair, "Does this leaf look like those Manzhushahua in the underworld?"

Mu Xiao was about to hit him, but hearing what he said, if you look carefully, not only the color, but also the shape of the leaf is similar to that of the petal.

"So..." Mu Xiao wanted to speak.

"It's not that there are no such flowers in the world," Wu Anchang interrupted him, "but the petals of this kind of flower are so suspicious and obvious at this kind of place, it doesn't look right at first glance."

"Do you want to follow?" Mu Xiao asked.

"Go up and have a look."

The impermanence of the two people's actions this time did not intend to intervene, they were only responsible for conveying the task, and did not care about the specific method.

"In vain," Wu Anchang tried to come up with something, "Does the soul you bring back have to be complete?"

"No need." Bai Wuchang calmed down and answered concisely.

This Tanzhu mountain is not very high, but it is very steep. Wu Anchang and Mu Xiao climbed for a while before reaching the end of the arrangement of petals.

The road up the mountain is not like those tourist places where steps or even guardrails are set up. There are only vaguely recognizable wild mountain roads. As the height of the mountain increases, the surrounding tombs gradually increase, which always gives people a sense of eerie.

As soon as he stopped, Wu Anchang was still panting heavily: "Little Xiao Xiao, when you said you were burying the dead here, would you accidentally roll down?"

"Is it useful for you to ask me?" Mu Xiao didn't intend to answer him seriously.

It still took some physical effort to come up, and the two of them found a place to sit next to each other and wanted to rest for a while.

Not long after I felt comfortable, I could feel the wind from the mountain and the sound of leaves swaying from behind.

With the swaying of the green grass, very light footsteps came from an unknown direction. Although they were light, they would inevitably step on fallen leaves and dead branches.

Noticing the movement, Wu Anchang quickly squinted his eyes: "If it's a person, get out, if it's a ghost, fly over."

"If you want to assassinate, you will only suffer from such ink marks." Mu Xiao said.

I don't know if I was stimulated, but the footsteps were obviously a lot more presumptuous, and I didn't even cover it up anymore.

"You...what do you want to do when you come in?" A figure slowly emerged from the branches and leaves behind the two of them.

The voice came along with the footsteps. If they didn't turn their heads, both of them would probably think that the owner of the voice was a kind-hearted scholar.

But now they turned their heads and saw a very thin beggar-like man with withered hair reaching shoulders covering his facial features, rags hanging on his body irregularly, and shoes on his feet were almost torn.

Seeing this scene, Wu Anchang had goosebumps all over his body.

He suddenly hugged Mu Xiao's arm: "Little Xiao Xiao, is this the so-called half-human half-ghost?"

The other party did not give an answer, nor was his hand slapped away, but asked after a while: "Are you the 'lunatic' that the chaotic people at the foot of the mountain call?"

The ragged man in front of him didn't say anything other than asking them what they were going to do, and of course, he didn't answer Mu Xiao's question either.

After waiting for Xu Geng, Mu Xiao nodded, unexpectedly polite: "Sorry, we didn't come here by accident, but to see you."

After hearing this, Wu Anchang not only hugged him tighter, but also looked at him with eyes full of surprise and excitement, for fear that Mu Xiao had caught a cold in the morning and ruined his brain.

"..." The man finally opened his mouth, "Why are you seeing me?"

"I want to ask you some questions," Mu Xiao replied, "If there is a place to live, I would trouble you to show me the way."

Although still skeptical, the man turned and let them follow.

This man looked like a beggar no matter how he dressed and dressed, but he lived in a decent place.

He led the two of them for a while, circling around a hilltop, and finally stopped in front of a house hidden deep in the woods.

Looking at this serious house, Wu Anchang slowly asked: "This house...you snatched it?"

Mu Xiao immediately covered his mouth: "Sorry, he doesn't know how to be polite."

"No problem," the man said, "You have already treated me well, what questions do you want to ask me?"

"Why are you the only family here?" Wu Anchang said bluntly.

"There are graves all around, who would want to live in a place like this."

"Do you recite some spells every day?" Mu Xiao asked.

"Spell?" The man reflected for a while, "Ah, you mean that."

After finishing speaking, he got up and left. Wu Anchang and Mu Xiao were sitting there waiting. After a while, he brought a book with almost no cover. Behind the damaged cover, dense words could be seen. Judging from the binding, it was The person who made the book was not a professional, the thread that sewed the book was crooked, and the hair was sticking out.

Such a broken book that anyone would despise, but he held it carefully in his hand like a treasure.

"This is..." He looked at the book in his hand with extremely gentle eyes, "My best friend made for me... the only book."

While talking, there were more tears in his eyes, and he rubbed the writing with his hand: "I read it every day, and the pages have been turned a little bit rotten. I'm sorry if I disturbed you."

"No." Mu Xiao said.

"Why do people down the mountain call you 'crazy'?" Wu Anchang asked, "I think you are quite normal, at least better than those who are suspicious and call you all day long."

"It's not surprising," the man said softly, "I've been with what they call 'monsters' before, and it's normal to be treated as a weirdo and a lunatic. I'm used to it."

"Is that so..."

"This was a house where two people lived before." Mu Xiao said with certainty.

"Yes," the man admitted, "I live with the best friend who gave me the book."

"But such a big house," Wu Anchang retorted, "Why are you left alone now?"

"...He may have been reincarnated by now."

"Sorry." Wu Anchang said.

"It's okay," the man smiled, "I'll wait for him."

After chatting for a while, Mu Xiao asked again: "May I ask your name?"

"Dust Yu Duan."

After hearing this, both of them were stunned for a moment.

"Is that... the most powerful Huchen Mansion in the town?"

The Dust Mansion is a family that Jing Jing and Da Furen have repeatedly emphasized not to let them get in touch with.Wu Anchang and Mu Xiao had been there secretly before, and as immortals, they even asked about their family background.

In this dust mansion, an eldest young master died many years ago, who was also the only son, and finally let the remaining youngest daughter inherit the family business.

And the name of the dead young master is Chen Yuduan.

"Yes."

"Then why...!"

"They don't recognize me anymore," Chen Yuduan interrupted Wu Anchang, "The fake news that I became a monk and died in an accident was spread out, and I went back to find them, because I thought that there was no one to inherit the family business. But I didn’t expect them to let my younger sister inherit, and they would not forgive me.”

"You guys go back," Chen Yu Duan sighed, "If you stay with me for a long time, people will dislike you, so I won't vomit bitterness here."

Forced out of the house by Chen Yuduan, Wu Anchang and Mu Xiao had no choice but to return to Jingjing's house.

Both of them were a little heavy-hearted, not only because of Chen Yuduan, but also because the ghost king's mission hadn't progressed yet.

"Little Xiao Xiao," Wu Anchang leaned on Mu Xiao's shoulder while walking, "I haven't found the target yet, what should I do?"

"I don't know." Mu Xiao pushed his head away, and said coldly, "I don't take the lives of innocent people."

After hearing this, Wu Anchang sighed.

When they came back, it was time to have lunch, so the two of them went to the dining room, and when they arrived at the door, they could smell not only the smell of food, but also a scent of sweetness.

This fragrance attracted Wu Anchang, he dragged Mu Xiao to the dining room.

The little servants were busy making food, and Wu Anchang found the source of the sweet smell with his sensitive nose.

Seeing them walking this way, a little girl stopped what she was doing.

"You two immortals," the girl smiled brightly, "this is candied fruit, sweet, do you want to try it?"

Wu Anchang nodded immediately, and was about to start without any hesitation.

"It's a bit of morality," Mu Xiao reminded him, "You have to eat and cook yourself."

Although he wanted to say something, Wu Anchang obediently stopped.

After thinking for a while, he even asked people: "Do you have any aprons?"

It is not difficult to make candied fruit, but it takes a lot of patience. Wu Anchang is impatient. Even after putting on the apron, he only sprinkled sugar in the last step.

He didn't put in much effort, but he seemed very proud.

"Little Xiao Xiao," Wu Anchang picked up a candied fruit and dragged it with the other hand, "It's my first time cooking, come and taste it?"

"You are a good cook," Mu Xiao commented, "It's really meaningful."

"I feel so too."

Wu Anchang held the candied fruit closer to Mu Xiao: "Let's have a taste."

Seeing his expectant expression and the non-toxic and harmless candied fruit sprinkled with sugar, Mu Xiao reluctantly opened his mouth.

As soon as the lips opened, Wu Anchang fed the candied fruit into Mu Xiao's mouth, because he was too anxious, his fingers touched Mu Xiao's lips and teeth.

After taking the first bite, a burst of sweetness entered the mouth.

The sweetness of candied fruit is not only due to the sugar sprinkled at the end, but also because it is boiled with syrup jam when it is cut into pieces.

The sweetness is mixed with fruity aroma, the taste is thick and not greasy, and there is a little sweetness.

"Not bad." Mu Xiao said.

For him, good is already a very high evaluation, and it is impossible for him to say excitedly that it is delicious.

"Just good?" Wu Anchang blinked at him a few times.

"You want to praise so much?" Mu Xiao looked at him and said flatly, "It's delicious."

This time it was an accident.

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Tanzhu (qú) mountain, Chenyu (yù) section~ The next chapter may have a new story line~