Chapter 52:

Yuan Xianger hurriedly cut off the connection with Nan He, and self-suggested 800 times, and finally reluctantly believed that he had not made a mistake just now, and passed those messy thoughts into Nan He's mind.
She immersed herself in packing things, carefully gathered up the long silver hair that was pressed against her eyes, and put it in her purse. She had never been embarrassed to look up at Nan He's expression. There was only a big silver-white tail in her sight. The tip of the tail was slightly raised, and the fine hairs swept back and forth in the air, which made her feel itchy.
In the dead of night,
Yuan Xianger slept alone on the bed in the guest room, too excited to fall asleep. She could perceive the location of Nanhe, who was squatting on the roof above her head.
Why isn't Xiao Nan coming down today? What are you grinding up?
Yuan Xianger rolled on the bed twice, turned out the long silver hair, held it in front of her eyes for a while.
so beautiful. The wisps of Xinghui and Yuehua were flowing, pinched in the belly of the finger, the silk was smooth and greasy. Yuan Xiang'er straightened them out, tied one end, and braided them into a small braid. After finishing it up and looking carefully, it was probably because after rolling on the bed for a long time, there seemed to be one or two of my own black hair mixed in the silver thread.
Forget it, that's it. Yuan Xiang'er twisted the little braided braid, played with her fingers repeatedly, couldn't help but gently kissed her lips.
When will it be refined into a magic weapon? Nan He said that a round magical tool can have the effect of a white jade plate.
Practice something that you can take with you? The bracelet seems to be good, but the ring is fine too, hehe.
Unfortunately, the art of refining is not very good. There are so many things to learn...
Yuan Xianger fell asleep in his wild thoughts.
The night in the Zhuangyuan is dark and quiet. Tonight is a sunny day. The sky is downside down with the earth, and the sky is full of stars.
Nan He squatted on the roof tiles, looking up at Sirius in the night sky. The cold evening breeze disturbed his soft hair.
The first time I heard the word knot, it was in a cold and narrow iron cage.
With a hideous and disgusting face, squatting in front of the iron cage, Zhang Kaihuang's teeth said to him, "Don't resist, obediently make a bond with me. Otherwise, peel off your skin alive and sell it to the Taoist master of the Taoist Taoist priest Device."
A rusty iron arrow came in through the gap of the iron cage, and slowly pierced his body with a playful meaning. He desperately dodged in the iron cage, because the space was too small, after all, he could only watch the cold sharp weapon pierce his arm. The sharp weapon did not hesitate, hurt him without a trace of pity, pulled the flesh and blood from his arm, and slowly approached him again. The iron cage was not opened until he was covered in blood and scarred. A big rude hand reached in, pinched his neck and lifted him out, placing him in the center of a magic circle.
"Make a bond with me, be my apostle, and spare your life." The human stinking voice sounded above his head.
The weak Nanhe was lying in the center of the formation, watching his red blood flow along the formation. At that time, he gritted his teeth and said in his heart,
Never be an apostle of mankind, even if you die, don't bond with things like mankind.
Unexpectedly, a hundred years later, he would willingly become a human apostle, and that person even deliberately modified the contract situation for him.
Nan He turned down the eaves and quietly opened the window. After listening for a moment, he heard the sound of long and even breathing coming from the house. He made sure that the person was asleep, and then slipped into the house.
He touched all fours on the ground without making a sound, shaking the cold air all over, turning into a man with long silver-white hair and stood up.
The man stood on the edge of the bed, looking down at Yuan Xiang'er on the bed with the faint snow light.
Axiang seemed very happy today, even in her sleep, she was full of smiles. She put her hand on the pillow, holding a strand of hair in her palm. The silver hair strands were braided into braids, with a hint of gentle black mixed in between.
When the contract was concluded, I ignored a lot of words that had been buried in my heart. At that time, Axiang seemed to respond with something.
Nan He heard her violent heartbeat, how could Axiang suddenly... say that.
At that time, when he wanted to listen carefully, he had already cut off their contact with each other decisively. It made him feel that it must be an illusion that he was overly happy.
Nan He's gaze became gentle, and he quietly twisted the long black hair scattered around the pillow, and gently rubbed it between his fingers for a moment. He looked around, making sure that no one saw him sneaking in such a shameful act in the middle of the night, and then he bent down, with a pious attitude, and kissed the cold hair on his lips.
The hair was cold, but his lips were hot, making his heart numb.
He cautiously used his spiritual power to cut off a strand of black hair and put it in his arms. In the end, the little wolf turned into a silvery white, curled up, cuddling the man's arm and closing his eyes.
Yuan Xianger was in a daze, subconsciously reached out and touched his back.
...
After crossing the Yellow River, the landform is dominated by endless mountains and hills. It is also snowy winter, and the road becomes much harder to walk.
But Yuan Xianger didn't mean it, she seemed to be in a particularly good mood, riding on horseback all the way, humming leisurely in her mouth.
"Nan He." She quietly established contact with Nan He in her mind.
Sure enough, I soon heard the response softly, "Huh?"
This is really convenient, Yuan Xianger thought.
It is not even like voice communication, which is easy to cover up after several considerations. As the thoughts flowed, the emotions in the heart could hardly escape. For example, at this moment, who would have thought that Xiao Nan's simple um was full of shyness and happiness.
If it is normal, just listening to him such a single word, maybe I still feel that he is not too impatient.
"South River?"
"Ok."
"South River?"
Nan He turned his face to look at Yuan Xiang'er, with a sense of helplessness in his amber eyes.
"Hey, I just want to try it." Yuan Xianger made a face at him, "Xiao Nan, this is too convenient, we can whisper in the future, they can't hear it. Haha."
In the cold winter season, the new wind gradually rises and snow is rising in the sky.
A village turned out at the foot of the mountain, and smoke rising from the chimneys of every household. The land in this area is barren and hilly, which is not conducive to agricultural production, so the local residents are obviously not rich. From a distance, the houses on both sides of the village road are mostly dilapidated thatched earth walls, and the few woodcutter and hunters encountered on the mountain road rarely have neat winter clothes.
"Sister Aqing seems to be born in this area." Saburo raised the curtain and leaned on the window to look at the scenery outside, with a pair of pointed ears.
Halfway up the mountain front, the roof of a dilapidated mountain temple was exposed.
"Oh, isn't it? Did Ah Qing live here before?" Yuan Xianger remembered that Ah Qing had mentioned that the local people had built a mountain temple for Dushuo, so he asked, "Sanlang, do you know Dushuo? "
"I haven't seen it before, but I have heard of this adult's name. I heard that it is a strong and gentle adult. Even humans have set up temples for him, and they often worship."
"Really? Did he do anything particularly excessive? Why did the national teacher use chains to lock him?"
Yuan Xiang'er knows that some things sound completely different from different people's perspectives. The good people in the mouth of monsters, of course, for human beings, Ye may be a horrible existence among evil people. Even Nanhe has caught a lurking in the town. What about the devastating monster.
"Just inquire about it." Saburo's pointed ears disappeared from the window and turned into a beautiful young girl who jumped out of the carriage.
She stopped a young woodsman who was chopping wood and went down the mountain, and said, "Dare to ask this big brother which is enshrined in the temple on this mountain. The officials in my family are the most pious, and they have always worshiped in the temple. I am planning to go and worship."
Where did the woodsman who was born in the country talked to such a gentle and delicate girl, his cheeks flushed suddenly, and he started to speak.
"That's not a mountain temple. It was occupied by a fairy decades ago. I heard the old people in the village said that the fairy was so bad that it not only eats virgins every day, harms the country, but also turns into a to deceive everyone. Fortunately, I passed by a master of Taoism, where he fought the fairies for three days and three nights, beat the fairies back to their original form, and walked around the village with them, and everyone recognized his true face. The temple is deserted. Girl, you waste your time going up."
Saying goodbye to the woodcutter, the car dealer turned the mountain road, you can clearly see the small temple, the roof collapsed in one corner, the plaque was gone, the walls were covered with vines, the steps were covered with snow, and it was a run-down and desolate. scene.
However, there seemed to be a gray-haired old man in the temple who was kneeling on the ground burning incense and praying.
Yuan Xianger was curious for a while, stopped the carriage, and walked up the mountain road. This is a small temple. There is only one hall in total. The head of the statue on the Buddha's niche has cracked a corner, and a big hole has been broken in the roof. A beam of sky light hits from the hole and is shining behind the old man's prostrate. Back.
A dish of peanuts, a dish of rice cakes, and a dish of oranges were placed on the altar. Three incense sticks were burned. The old man put his palms together and prayed, "Master Mountain God, I haven't come to see you for a long time. I hope you are all well and well."
After praying, the old man stood up tremblingly to pack the dishes, only to see a few young people standing at the door of the temple. One of them was a 16 or 7-year-old girl leaning on the door frame, looking up at the shattered god.
"Please ask Lao Zhang, I heard that this is just a monster who is doing disaster in the land, why do you still come to worship him?" Yuan Xianger crossed her hands in her hands and asked with a low eyebrow.
"What about the demons, this adult doesn't know how many times this adult has helped us. No matter it was drought, insect plagues, beast tides. As long as you come to the mountain temple to worship, everything will get better soon. Everyone is just afraid of demons in their hearts, so just listen. Saying that an adult is a monster, I forget that he used to help us. Those innocent and heartless guys even hit him with rocks." The old man said bitterly, slowly bringing in the income from the dishes on the table. In Tilan, "Today's young people have never even seen the appearance of adults. They are rumored to say that adults harm the country and eat virgins. It's all idiots."
"How can you know that these are not true?"
The old man glanced at Yuan Xiang'er dissatisfiedly and snorted.
"Decades ago, the mother of a boy in the village passed away. His family was busy with funerals and had no time to take care of the sad and frightened child..."
The boy ran into the mountain and hid in the mountain temple. Thinking of his mother's love, he burst into tears and fainted. When I woke up, the sky was already dark, and there was heavy rain outside, and the sound of various beasts faintly came from the depths of the forest. The boy felt scared, just when he shivered and shivered under the altar. A young man lifted the curtain of the altar. This man was dressed very strangely. He didn't comb his long straight hair, just let it go. With bare feet and slender eyebrows with a slight smile, he reached out to the boy, "Child, come out, I will send you back."
For some reason, the boy forgot to be afraid, and obediently held his hand in his smile and was picked up by the man. The rain that day was unusually heavy, and the mountain road was slippery, but the man seemed to mind, walking in the rain with ease. The strange thing was that their bodies were not wet at all. The little boy who had been frightened for a day leaned against the warm and generous chest and fell asleep unconsciously. When he woke up, he found that he was lying on the bed of his own home. But the family who hurriedly looked for a day, no one knew how he suddenly returned home.
"That's right, that boy is me." The old man paused the walking stick in his hand. "If Master Mountain God eats virgin boys and girls, how could I still live to my age."
After he finished telling the story, he braved the snow and went down the mountain angrily.
Yuan Xiang'er stood in front of the dilapidated temple, looking at the broken idol. Thin snowflakes fell from the hole in the roof. In the remaining half of the face of the stone statue, you can still see the slender eyebrows and narrow eyes, vaguely looking like a cross.
The cracked stone cracked on the face, making the face that was smiling originally looked like crying.
Because it was snowing, the group of people simply took a break in this small ruined temple.
Nanhe circled in the mountains and forests, bringing back enough game for everyone to eat.
The servants of the Zhou family slaughtered the prey and buried the pot to cook.
"Be careful, the roast is tender. Maybe the uncle cat is happy soon, and there will be rewards."
After getting along these days, the servants have gradually adapted to this life. These great immortals looked terrifying, but in fact they were not difficult to serve. As long as the food was delicious, they would always be rewarded. It is a pity that the content of this reward is not stable. Sometimes it is a delightful golden bead that is thrown out at random, and sometimes it is just a small dried fish.
They also gradually learned the pattern. Most of the time, if the food is prepared too well, the cat is too happy, and the reward becomes his own favorite dried fish. Therefore, how to grasp the right degree in the middle has been very difficult for several servants who are determined to make a fortune along the way.
Qiu Yueming sat by the bonfire and looked at the corner of the temple. There, Yuan Xianger tilted her body and leaned comfortably on a huge silver wolf demon, touching a golden one in her hand. The little fox, and the face is facing a small cat squatting in front of her, as if talking to that kitten.
"It turns out that demons are not as fierce and terrifying as we thought, and they can get along well in this way," Qiu Yueming said.
"Ah, you, are you talking to me?" Zhou Deyun, who was sitting near him, was amazed. He had always been afraid of this general, and this general with his face like a lady did not give him a favor. Look at his face.
"In the army, I have always accepted the idea that demons are the deadly enemies of our human beings. They are extremely sinful and will be punished when they see them. Now it seems that there are good things in demons and thugs in humans. I am a little shaken about my previous behavior. I don’t know whether blindly killing demons is still justice."
Zhou Deyun shrank his neck to add firewood to the bonfire, "I said that justice is not right, but I feel that demons exist in this world, and they have been before us humans. Existence is not their original sin. We humans will wipe out demons when we destroy them. Demon, you don’t need to put any righteous hat on yourself."
Qiu Yueming raised his eyes to look at him, "I didn't expect Brother Zhou to have such an insight, but I underestimated you."
Zhou Deyun smiled and waved his hands again and again, "Don't dare, don't dare. I just live a comfortable life because I was a kid, and demons and the like are like stories in a book to me, and there is no skin pain. I can speak like this when I am outside. ."