After flying for about one stick of incense, night had completely fallen.

At this time, the moonlight was bleak, and the night sky was sparsely scattered with stars, which was brighter than on the ground. As the light became darker, the scenery below was no longer visible. After seeing the direction, several people flew into the ancient forest beside them. The flight altitude decreased, and suddenly felt that the surroundings suddenly became quiet. There was no sound of bitter wind in their ears, and the fresh air of flowers, plants and trees was thrusting into their noses. From time to time, you could hear a few nightingale crying, and even the breathing of beasts behind the grass.

Chu Qing smiled and pulled Feng Shuzhu's arm, and her body was like lightning. In this ancient forest, between countless huge ancient trees, she flew through and out, and in a trance, it was her childhood again. The lakes, mountains and grasslands, and there were joyful and happy laughter echoing.

Silently, Feng Shuzhu turned his head, and what caught his eyes was a pair of beautiful and cold eyes, reflecting his smile. At this moment, the woman was like the coldest and most beautiful fairy in the world, flying into the most beautiful dance posture in the ancient wood forest, among countless branches and leaves, with a faint and subtle inner world.

I hope that this time will never end...

Suddenly, a strong, burning smell came towards me, and there was even smoke and dust in the air, spreading everywhere. The little fat bear bag squatting on Chu Qing's back couldn't help coughing, breaking the tranquility that just now. On the ground below, many broken branches and fallen trees gradually appeared.

An ominous premonition filled everyone's heart.

Finally, the unwillingness to accept appeared in front of me. A tragic fire was formed with the small tea stall beside the official road as the center. The giant tree that several people hugged was cut in half. The lush ancient tree was burned, and even the unextinguished tongues of flames burned along the thick branches. On the scorched ground, several monks wearing gray monk robes were lying down, motionless, as if they had lost their lives, and were surrounded by various footprints. What was quite surprised was that there were traces of beast claws the size of millstones, and the small tea stall had long been blown to pieces and disappeared.

The four of them slowly landed with heavy mood. Feng Shuzhu concentrated on searching around him. Seeing that there was no other movement, he raised his feet and walked slowly towards the center of the fire. The air was filled with a strong smell of smoke and dust. The burning branches made a "crack" sound from time to time. One branch could not withstand the pressure because it was burned. It broke and fell down with a "click". The fat bear was so scared that it shivered and hugged Chu Qing's ankle tightly.

Shui Lingyue held her senior sister Shui Qiu with one hand and Shui Yue Sword with the other. Her cold eyes were like lightning and frost, and she looked around. Although her face was cold and expressionless, she was also shocked by the messy scene in front of her.

Feng Shuzhu slowly walked in the center of the fire, as if trying to find clues. Suddenly, something was hanging on the hem of Lanshan. He looked down and saw that it was a monk from Kongjue Temple. He was lying on the ground, his body was burnt in large areas. He struggled to pull Feng Shuzhu with his hands.

Feng Shuzhu hurriedly squatted down, held his hand, and called out: "Master?"

The monk shook his head in pain and said hard: "Feng...Feng Shaoxia, my ears are already deaf, listen, can't hear." As he said, dark red blood seeping out of his dry and cracked lips.

Feng Shuzhu turned around and called Chu Qing to take the i-kettle. He was about to feed the monk water, but saw him shaking his head with a smirk, and then said intermittently: "No, useless, Feng... Young Master Feng, Master Feixing..., escape...,... Kongjue Temple."

As he said that, he coughed suddenly, spit out a mouthful of blood, and said in a more vague voice: "Demon...Demon beasts, a group of people bring...we,..." After speaking, he could only see his lips and teeth opening, but he could no longer hear the sound. Finally, his eyes suddenly opened wide, looked straight at the night sky, and let go of Feng Shuzhu's hand.

Feng Shuzhu slowly let go of the monk's hand, then slowly raised his hand, gently brushed his face, let the dead keep their eyes closed, then stood up, glanced around, pulled the monk's bodies together, stood for a long time, raised his hand, and lit the empty spots, lured the flames from the surrounding trees, and cremated the monks.

The raging fire burned for a stick of incense before it gradually faded out, and the surroundings gradually faded.

Silence, the silence of death, seems to make people hear the sound of their heartbeats.

"Brother Feng, where are we going next?" Chu Qing broke the silence with one sentence.

Feng Shuzhu looked at Chu Qing, then turned around to look at Shui Lingyue. Suddenly, her face became cold and she reached out to touch her. She saw a drop of water.

Chu Qing next to her also touched her face, then raised her arms, stretched out her palms, looked at the night sky, and said, "It's raining."

Feng Shuzhu said lightly, led Chu Qing to Shui Lingyue and said, "Miss Shui, it's raining, we must go to shelter from the rain as soon as possible."

Shui Lingyue didn't speak, but just nodded slightly.

Feng Shuzhu pointed his hand away and then said, "Over there, in a cup of tea, there is a farmer's house that can stay."

When Chu Qing heard that she stayed at the farmhouse, she became energetic and said, "Brother Feng, let's go quickly." But she saw Feng Shuzhu staring at Shui Lingyue, as if waiting for the answer.

Chu Qing turned around and said, "Sister Shui, it's raining, let's go quickly, don't hesitate."

Shui Lingyue looked at Chu Qing, then looked at her absent-minded senior sister, and whispered: "Okay."

Feng Shuzhu turned around and looked at the fire, sighed softly, and said, "Let's go."

Several people flew on their swords again, instantly leaving the heavy-hearted venue, getting rid of the burning and choking smell, and the air gradually became fresh.

But in the distance, there were already turbulent black rolling, and the lightning was running around, and the "booming" thunder could be heard faintly. A heavy storm was about to come.

Before I knew it, I flew dozens of miles away. From a distance, I saw lights coming from the forest in front of me. When a few people fell down, they saw that there were two low houses in the woods, and some light leaked from the outermost door.

Feng Shuzhu walked to the door and knocked several times. With a "creak" sound, he saw an old woman with white hair and hunched waist opening the door with a lotus lantern in her hand. When she saw Feng Shuzhu, she said in a hoarse voice: "It's the young master who stayed in front of me." When she looked up and saw everyone following behind, she was startled, and then said: "No wonder the magpies were shouting on the branches this morning. It turned out that there was a distinguished guest."

Feng Shuzhu smiled and said, "Grandma Duan was joking. This is Feng's sister Chu Qing, and the two are Feng's friends, Shui Lingyue and Shui Qiu Female Heroes." Feng Shuzhu said, holding Chu Qing's shoulder.

Chu Qing stood on tiptoe and smiled like a flower, saying, "I have seen my mother-in-law, my name is Chu Qing."

The old woman who was called Grandma Duan smiled and still had a hoarse voice, as if she was not breathing enough, "Okay, okay, all are good, hurry up and go into the house and sit down, the wind and rain are about to come." As she said that, she turned around and led the way, approached the house, pushed open the west wing room, and said, "Young Master stayed in the last time, I have never moved my old body." Then she turned around, looked at everyone, and then said, "It's just that there are a few more guests this time, I don't know if it's too narrow."

Feng Shuzhu smiled and said, "We are grateful to you for being able to shelter from the rain. Grandma Duan doesn't have to be so polite."

The old woman nodded, turned back to the house, lit the oil lamp on the table, and then Chu Qing, who followed her into the house, saw clearly that the room was not big, with a simple bamboo collapse, which could only be used for one person to lie down, and there was no bedding. A wooden table was placed in the center of the ground, with two bamboo chairs. A small shrine was nailed to the wall of the house on the west side, and there was no statue of the god inside, but there was only the word "year". There were two dilapidated futons under the shrine, which seemed to be used by the owner to kneel down when burning incense. On the ground behind the door of the house, there was a dustpan, which was padded with many soft grass leaves, which were not known for what it was used. In short, the house was extremely simple, and the lights were as weak as beans, but they were swept clean and tidy and spotless.

Grandma Duan saw everyone entering the room, smiled at Feng Shuzhu's face and whispered: "Young Master, I have something to say, I don't know whether it should be said or not."

Feng Shuzhu bowed and said, "Grandma Duan is okay, but it's okay to talk."

Grandma Duan glanced at everyone, her eyes stayed on Chu Qing for a moment before retracting her eyes and said, "Young Master is extraordinary and saint, which is rare in the world. My old body is convinced by this, but I only want a peaceful and leisurely place here. I wonder if the young master is a guest or a storm?" She said and pointed out the window.

Feng Shuzhu heard this and smiled and said, "Grandma Duan is too worried. Feng is so angry that it is hard to get on the road because it is dark. He only stays for one night and leaves tomorrow morning. There are many troubles, so please don't be surprised."

Grandma Duan was silent for a moment, but shook her head gently, and said, "I see that some of them are extraordinary people. They will definitely be popular figures in the future. But whether it is immortal or demon, I will avoid this world here and do not want to be involved in the wind and rain. The rain will stop tomorrow morning, so please let yourself be satisfied. I hope you all understand." As she said, she slowly walked to Shui Qiu, looked at her twice, and sighed, "This female disciple of Shuiyue Palace has been infected with at least two kinds of strange poisons in her body. She is lost in nature, but she has a beautiful face." While saying that, she took out a red pill from her cuff and sent it to Shui Lingyue, saying, "I have a connection with Master Shuiyue. Today, I will regard it as repaying her personal favor. But this pill can only relieve a poison in her body. The rest depends on your master."

Shui Lingyue looked at Grandma Duan, held the pill in her hand, and did not say anything, but turned to look at Feng Shuzhu, as if she was looking for an answer.

Grandma Duan saw it, shook her head slightly, hunched her back, slowly walked out, and said as she walked, "The east wind is evil, the joy is weak..."

Feng Shuzhu watched Grandma Duan go out and turned to Shui Lingyueqing and said, "Miss Shui, don't worry, this Grandma Duan is credible."

When Shui Lingyue heard this, her hesitation disappeared. She helped her senior sister Shui Qiu sit on the bamboo collapse and fed her the red elixir.

Chu Qing, who was idle, heard the few words Duan said when she left, was confused and thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out. After thinking about it, she walked to the small shrine, knelt down devoutly, and kowtowed a few times.

Feng Shuzhu smiled and said, "Qing'er, why do you kneel down?"

Chu Qing glanced at the small shrine, stood up, and smiled and said, "Although I don't know that this 'year' is the god and Buddha, we borrowed the temple, so it would be good to worship it."

Feng Shuzhu smiled and shook her head and said, "How is this 'year' a god and a Buddha? It's a state of mind for Grandma Duan. Is it still not to send off the years every day in life? Do you welcome the years?"

Chu Qing stood up, stared at the word "years" in the small shrine, recalling what Feng Shuzhu said, her watery eyes turned, and raised a finger, and said with a smile: "Brother Feng, I understand, that is, life is to send yesterday away and welcoming tomorrow, but..."

Feng Shuzhu's lips flattened and she smiled and said, "But what?"

Chu Qing said thoughtfully, "But I think the most important thing is not today? And Brother Feng, have you told me something about 'The wind sparse bamboo, the wind passes but the bamboo does not leave any sound; the geese cross the cold pond, the geese leave but the pond does not leave any shadows.' Then there are some ancient oranges..., and everything is empty." After that, Chu Qing stretched out her tongue embarrassedly.

Feng Shuzhu glared at her and smiled and said, "It's 'Therefore, a gentleman's heart begins to appear, and his heart follows empty." What oranges, I think you are hungry."

Chu Qing laughed and said, "I'm really hungry when you say that."

With a creaking sound, the door was pushed open. The head of the family, Grandma Duan, walked in with a bamboo basket in her hand, and a scent of wind and rain. She glanced at everyone and said warmly: "There is nothing to be there for guests in the remote countryside. I have picked some wild fruits. Please eat them all."

When Chu Qing saw this, she was happy and hurried over to take the basket and smiled and said, "Thank you, mother-in-law."

Grandma Duan smiled and said, "What are you thanking for? The little girl is very smart. I heard what you just talked about. Mr. Feng said right. This years has indeed given me many years of experience in my cultivation. I send away the years and welcome the years in my ordinary life, day after day." Then I looked at Chu Qing with a look of kindness and said, "But the most important thing is that today, Mr. Feng just said less 'Standing in the present', and you little girl took advantage of the loopholes and made things difficult for you." After saying that, he smiled.

Chu Qing stretched her tongue embarrassedly, held the basket, and changed the topic: "I'll share the fruits for everyone." As she said that, she took out a wild fruit from the basket and gave it to Feng Shuzhu, turned around and walked towards the bamboo collapse, and gave it to Shui Lingyue and the others.

Grandma Duan smiled slightly, shook her head slightly, and said, "Young Master Feng, you will probably have to worry about it in the future." As she said, she walked towards the door, then stopped, turned around and pointed to the table, and said, "There is mountain spring water in that pot, please use it slowly." After that, she pushed the door and went out.

While everyone was talking, the "Little Fat Bear" found a good place to bag, walked into the dustpan behind the door, stretched, curled up, and fell asleep "huhuhuhuhuhuhuhu" and seemed very comfortable.

Chu Qing walked over, squatted down, took a wild fruit, put it in front of the nose of the "Little Fat Bear" bag, and shook it. The "Little Fat Bear" bag's eyes were not opened, but just sniffed it with her nose, then stretched out her claws, hugged the wild fruit, bitten it, and chewed it twice. Before she could swallow it, she made another "snoring" sound, and actually hugged the wild fruit that had bitten, and fell asleep again...

Chu Qing shook her head, sighed, and whispered: "You lazy, you have already left the realm." After saying that, she stood up, looked at the basket with a few wild fruits left, took another one, handed it to Feng Shuzhu, pretending to be old-fashioned and said: "Young Master Feng, cough cough, you will be troubled by your pampering sister in the future."

Feng Shuzhu gave her a blank look, took the fruit, and smiled and said, "Don't you eat it yourself?"

Chu Qing shook the basket and said, "I still have it."

"Ahem...Ahem",

There was a violent coughing sound from Zhucai. Shui Qiu's face was as pale as paper, her lips were purple, she covered her chest with her hands, closed her eyes tightly, coughed constantly, and breathed hard.

Feng Shuzhu walked quickly, leaned down and said to Shui Lingyue: "Miss Shui, I want to check it out for her."

Shui Lingyue looked at her senior sister with concern. Hearing this, he turned his head and looked at Feng Shuzhu, nodded, and said softly: "Yes."

Feng Shuzhu Gan stretched out his fingers and held the Shui Qiu's vein. After a while, he pulled Shui Qiu's sleeve and saw that three inches of his wrist, a circular object was beating under his skin, as if he was alive.

Feng Shuzhu pressed the beating object with his fingers, looked around, and saw that nothing was available, so he said to Shui Lingyue: "Miss Shui, use the Shui Yue Sword to pick out this object. This is the poison of the 'Su Nu' in your senior sister, and it has been forced to gather together by Grandma Duan's elixir."

When Shui Lingyue heard this, she pulled out the Shuiyue Sword with a "swish". A sword was like autumn water. It shook in front of Shui Qiu, and a dark object was lifted to the ground. After a few more wriggles, it turned into a pool of blood and seeped into the soil.

On the other hand, Shui Qiu's clothes were wet, his forehead bangs had been tied into strands, his whole body was chilling, his lips were pale and bloodless. He closed his eyes and kept chanting: "Cold, cold, so cold."

"Don't keep warm outside her body. After tonight, this poison will be eliminated." The voice came from the next room.

Feng Shuzhu turned his head, but saw Shui Lingyue's cold eyes looking at him. For some reason, Shui Lingyue's eyes were always cold as ice. At this moment, Feng Shuzhu collided with her eyes, and her heart felt warm.

"Gee" a sound of teeth colliding, but it was Shui Qiu next to him. His face looked extremely ugly, as if he was suffering great pain.

Feng Shuzhu hesitated, raised her hand suddenly, and tapped the back of her neck. Shui Qiu fainted in response.

Feng Shuzhu whispered again: "Looking her sleepy hole will make it feel better and it will not delay the body's detoxification."

Shui Lingyue leaned over without saying a word, gently stretched out her hand, laying Shui Qiu flat on the bamboo collapse, and observed for a while. Seeing that his breathing was steady, as if he was sleeping soundly, he felt relieved. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Shuzhu, and said softly: "Thank you, Young Master Feng."

Feng Shuzhu nodded slightly, turned around and pointed to the table and said, "Why sit down together and eat some wild fruits and drink some mountain spring water." After saying that, he walked to the table, sat down, turned over three tea cups, poured three cups of water in turn, and exclaimed: "Qing'er, let's drink some water too."

Chu Qing walked to the table almost at the same time as Shui Lingyue. Shui Lingyue kept silent, but Chu Qing's eyes rolled and said, "Young Master Feng, there is only one chair. Do you want me to stand or do you want Sister Shui to stand?"

Feng Shuzhu suddenly realized, hurriedly got up, gave up the chair and said, "Oh, Feng is rude, please sit down."

Chu Qing smiled and saw that Shui Lingyue had not moved, she pulled her hand casually. The two of them sat down, but Feng Shuzhu had to hold the teacup in her hand and stood aside with a smile.

Chu Qing picked up the teacup, took a sip of water, and said, "Oh, I didn't expect this mountain spring water to be so delicious, refreshing and sweet."

Feng Shuzhu took the conversation and said, "How about the spring water we have in our nearest-sinuated Xiaozhu?"

Chu Qing thought for a moment, then drank another sip of spring water before shaking her head and said, "The spring water here is refreshing and sweet, while the spring water near the Yusun Peak is refreshing and slightly clear."

Feng Shuzhu sighed slightly and said, "Yes, although the spring water here is good, it is harder than your own." After that, he looked out the window.

At this time, it was pitch black outside the window, and the rain washed the doors and windows, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, just like a heart-wrenching tune. The sound of the rain was distant, sounding the homesickness; the sound of the rain was sad and regretful, as if comforting the souls of the deceased; the sound of the rain was also lingering and implicit, like Guanju hidden in the heart (note: quoting the Book of Songs, referring to the love songs of men and women in love).
To be continued...