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Chapter Sixty Nine

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    Lang Xu picked some mushrooms and wild vegetables from the back of the village, cleaned the pots and bowls in the old house, and picked up an open space for everyone to cook soup and roast mushrooms.

    After running around for several days in the cold winter and being frightened, I finally got a mouthful of hot soup to drink, even if there was no seasoning, everyone still ate with gusto.

    Hearing Qian tell the whole story, Shi Baichuan held the bowl and said, "So you used to live here?It's such a beautiful place with beautiful mountains and rivers. You can get what you want, even the climate is so pleasant¡ª¡ª  There are rabbits, so I don¡¯t have to worry about not having game in winter.¡± He tried his best to find something nice to say.

    Lang Xu handed over the roasted wild vegetables, and Shi Baichuan thanked them, biting down and burning his tongue, he hurriedly blew, "Is there no one in this village? After all these years, no one has come to you?  "

    Wen Qian stirred the soup bowl and smiled: "If we really wanted to, we wouldn't try our best to find our way home. Only the three of us survived the fire that year."

    Yang Ning was sitting next to her, holding the spoon for a while, and comforted with a little awkwardness: "My condolences."

    "It's been so many years, there's nothing I can't let go of." She smiled nonchalantly, "You guys rest first, and I will lead you down the mountain from the north gate later."

    When the few of them were chatting by the fire, Yang Jin had already walked around the village. There were sixteen households in the village, and there was barren fertile land under the hillside. As Wen Qian said, because the temperature was suitable,  There are many exotic flowers and plants growing around.

    For some reason, he always felt that there was an ancient atmosphere everywhere in this village, and just thinking about it, the idea of ??"Peach Blossom Spring" suddenly popped out of his mind.

    Walking to the place near the back mountain, there is a well-preserved ancestral hall.

    The gate of the ancestral hall has collapsed, revealing the spacious hall inside. The scorched futon on the ground is covered with dust, and there is a stone statue in the middle¡ªan old man wearing a one-piece robe, very similar to the attire of the pre-Qin period.

    The elder wears a crown hat, long beard hanging down his chest, and holds a thick roll of bamboo slips in his hand, with a deep and firm expression.

    He stared at the face of the statue for a long time before retracting his gaze, and walked out stepping on the mess on the ground.

    On Langxu's side, he ate wild vegetables. Seeing him coming, Shi Baichuan hurriedly handed over a baked sweet potato that hadn't moved yet. Yang Jin waved his hand: "I'm not hungry, you eat by yourself."

    After finishing speaking, he leaned down and gently tugged at the corner of Wenqian's clothes: "How is the injury, does it still hurt?"

    She was drinking up a bowl of mushroom soup that could fade out the birds, without even lifting her eyelids, "What can you do if it hurts? Do you dare to break a leg to accompany me as a golden rooster?"

    "Okay, it's my fault." Hearing that she was still upset about what happened just now, Yang Jin couldn't help but smile, and his attitude of admitting his mistake was very correct, "Just now I made such a bad move out of desperation" He lowered his voice  Voice, "If I break my leg, no one will carry you in the future."

    Wen Qian squinted her eyes, looked at him with a half-smile, put down the bowl and stretched out her hand, "Come and hug me, and take you to see where I live."

    ? Although the remaining three people were completely ignored and abandoned, everyone also tacitly did not say a word.

    The afternoon sun was not so glaring, it looked mild and lazy, and under her guidance, Yang Jin found the hut that had been burned beyond recognition.

    The house is not big, with a few rooms in a square shape. Yang Jin was actually very afraid that Wen Qian would fall in love with the scene. If he hadn't seen her and Lang Xu's reluctance for this place, he actually hoped that she would leave earlier and go well.  Take a look at the injured leg.

    Looking around, Wen Qian suddenly seemed to find something, and reached out to pick it up.

    "I'll do it." Yang Jin interrupted her, leaned over at an angle, and found the wreckage of a gadget in the ashes.  Most of the things were burned to ashes, and the shadow of a rattle could be vaguely seen from the black burnt.

    Wen Qian squeezed it in her hand and tried to turn it around, but unfortunately the broken drum could no longer make a sound.

    Yang Jin hugged her and sat down in front of the door, and Wen Qian leaned over to sit on his lap, playing with her and saying, "My mother made this thing."

    He stretched out his thumb to gently brush a little dust off her cheek, and said sincerely: "Your mother must be very beautiful."

    "Hey, it's really not." Wen Qian turned his eyes and smiled at him, "My mother looks normal, and I probably look a little more like my father."

    She simply leaned on his shoulder, tilted her head and recalled, "My father passed away not long after I was born. It seems that he was weak and sick since he was a child. My mother often said that if he was still alive, the most educated person in the village must have passed away.  It's him¡­¡­"

    "If you are knowledgeable, you must be proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting." Yang Jin said with a smile, "You can also be regarded as inheriting the essence."Hold her up.

    Wen Qian gritted her teeth and clasped his arm tightly: "I don't care, take me to have a look."

    The coffin was still wide open in the air. Not to mention bones, there was not even a hair in it. Except for the withered grass and stones washed in by the rain, there was nothing there.

    She stroked the edge of the coffin and stared at it blankly for a while, and then both of them remembered a key detail that had been overlooked from the beginning¡ªwho on earth buried these people?

    Dead people don't know how to dig their own graves and fill them with soil. Could it be that there were other people alive in the fire that year?

    Looking at each other, Yang Jin nodded tacitly, and quickly opened the other exposed coffins one by one.

    Without exception, all empty!

    He even poked a few grave bags offended, and found that under the soil, there were either empty coffins, or there were no coffins at all, and even the tomb was just a superficial shelf.

    At this moment, the warm sun suddenly turned cold, and even the blowing wind carried a chilly air.

    Wen Qian tentatively asked: "Could it be that the fire was too strong to collect the bones, so we had to erect a monument?"

    Yang Jin shook his head solemnly: "It's unlikely. The house hasn't even been burned down here. The fire shouldn't have lasted for a long time. People will turn into charred corpses at most, and they will never be turned into ashes."

    Wen Qian carefully scanned the tombstone in front of him again, and all the engraved names were the names of the villagers, including the patriarch, the mother, the uncle next door, and the aunt who made wine.  Her childhood memories have long been blurred, and she has forgotten how many people there are in Lou Village, but looking at the words on these inscriptions, there are even names that she can't remember, which shows the level of detail.

    Yang Jin put his arms around her shoulders, and said as calmly as possible, "Think about what happened back then."

    "I remember you told me that a few strangers came on the day the fire started, and that night, the three of you escaped by sneaking out to fish, but you were taken away by someone you knew before you returned to the village.  Mountain, right?"

    In a daze, Wen Qian followed his train of thought to sort out the old past, and replied in a daze: "Yes."

    "Hypothetical." He paused every word, looked into her eyes solemnly and said, "I mean hypothetical."

    "Is it possible that your people did not die in the fire more than ten years ago, and these graves are just a cover-up. They left this place collectively in order to escape from the world. Since they couldn't find you, they specially found someone  Come to pick you upbut that person failed to take you to your destination and disappeared halfway."

    It was obvious that Wen Qian's body was trembling backward due to her unsteady standing, and Yang Jin hugged her more tightly.

    The chaotic past was intertwined in her mind, and she couldn't figure it out for a while.

    A sudden fire, a group of uninvited guests, a big brother with a vague face

    Wen Qian shook her head incomprehensibly, "Butbut why did they do this? Is this world so dangerous? Do you have to avoid it?"

    "Aside from retiring from the world, there is another reason besides retiring to the mountains and forests and not caring about world affairs." Yang Jin said in a deep voice, "Hiding from enemies."

    Before Wen Qian asked a question, he opened his mouth: "At first, I always thought that you might be the descendants of some Xinglin sage, but I realized that I was wrong after I went to the ancestral hall just now."

    She thought for a moment: "How to say?"

    "Do you know whose statue is dedicated to the ancestral hall in your village?"

    ?Since going up the mountain, due to inconvenient legs and feet, Wen Qian didn't have time to look around carefully. When he suddenly saw him mentioning the ancestral hall, he could only search through fragmentary memories from a few years ago.

    "Is it an old man? It seems to be, I remember the beard is quite long."

    Yang Jin replied: "It's Xu Fu."

    "If you are a medical family, you will probably worship Bian Que and Hua Tuo, not Xu Fu."

    Combined with what she said before, ghosts and gods are worshiped during festivals in her hometown, and every boy over five years old must read the "Book of Changes" thoroughly, as well as the legends of immortals heard by the old people at the foot of the mountain. There is only one line of these details.  Answer.

    ? Yang Jin took a deep breath: "I suspect that you are the Queen of Alchemists." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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