stepping on the moon and asking green hills

Chapter 39

He never believed in ghosts and gods, but how could there be an old man guarding the door in this deserted village?

He was vigilant, took half a step back, looked back and forth at the old man again, and said in silence for a moment: "If that's the case, why is the old man here alone?"

Unexpectedly, the old woman giggled, showing two rows of gums with a grin, her eyes narrowed into a slit, she looked quite amiable.She laughed so hard that she coughed, patted her chest and said: "I'm an old man, the ghosts think I'm sour, so they won't eat me."

Bai Qiuling really had a headache.

In any case, he doesn't believe that there are ghosts in this place. If there are no ghosts here, then the old man is already crazy. He stepped forward and said: "Old man, where is your home? Why don't I take you home."

Seeing that she couldn't be persuaded, the old woman turned around and coughed twice, and said: "If you don't believe in ghosts, you will go to the gate of ghosts, and I can't stop it. It's just a pity, it's a pity that this good skin,— —Ah, that sword is only for good-looking people!"

"Sword?" Bai Qiuling became interested as soon as he heard the word "sword". He stepped forward to stop the old woman, bent down and asked her: "What kind of sword? Old man, do you have someone forging swords here?"

The old woman laughed again, hoarse voices scrambled out of her throat, and it seemed that the place was too crowded, and those voices almost disappeared.She raised her head and squinted her eyes to stare at Bai Qiuling, then raised her voice and said again: "The sea is bright...God has no eyes, is life more important than sword?"

Bai Qiuling was still thinking about the old woman's sudden question, but when he looked up, he found that the person had already walked away on crutches, leaving only a stumbling figure in his eyes.

He stood where he was, and said to himself, repeating this sentence many times—the sea and the moon are bright, what does this have to do with the sword?

After stopping to think for a while, suddenly a gust of wind blew up. Bai Qiuling looked up to see the black clouds pressing down on him, and hurriedly ran towards the dilapidated house opposite.

As soon as he stood still under the eaves, the downpour came as promised, instantly splashing clouds of water mist on the ground, the air was filled with the smell of soil, and there were some indescribable fragrances of wild flowers.

The wind came and went, and the rain fell for about a stick of incense.Looking at the direction in which the old woman left, Bai Qiuling was faintly worried that something might happen to the old man when he slid on the rainy day, and she mentioned that there was a sword in this village just now, so after thinking twice, he still chased after her.

After chasing to a thatched hut, the old woman's footprints turned into the fence. He stood at the door and looked around for a while, and saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy carrying two buckets of water into the courtyard through the small gate at the back of the courtyard.

The young man was overly vigilant, and suddenly found a stranger standing outside the fence. He immediately put a bucket and walked into the house.

Bai Qiuling's clothes were already drenched by the rain. Seeing that the old man had returned home safely, he hesitated and turned around to leave, but was stopped by a young voice behind him.

He turned his head to see the young man trotting over just now, stood inside the fence and stared at him for a moment, then opened the door latch silently, and welcomed him in.

A fire was lit in the room, and the old lady had already put on clean clothes, and now she was sitting at the square table kneading the dough, and said in a hoarse voice: "Stay closer to the fire, the clothes won't dry out, you're going to catch a cold .”

Before Bai Qiuling got up, the young man took the lead and pushed his stool forward. Seeing that it wouldn't move, he stared at him without saying a word, his eyes full of stubbornness.

"However, has your mother eaten today?" The old woman looked up at the two people who were silently stalemate, and before waiting for the boy's answer, she asked again: "Go and increase the fire, steamed steamed buns today, and I will give it to your mother after eating." Some go."

The boy finally looked relaxed, turned around and sat down by the stove to add firewood.

Bai Qiuling looked at the white-faced steamed buns on the table, and asked tentatively: "Just now the old man said that there is no one in this village? But..." He turned to look at the young man, who happened to also look up at him, and the two looked at each other. Match again.

Bai Qiuling's heart was shaken, and he lost his voice because of the shock of such stubborn eyes.

"His mother is not a human being." The old woman looked calm, and immediately added: "It can only be a ghost."

The boy threw the firewood in his hand, and finally spoke, "Mother-in-law can't

Say that to my mother! "

"Did I say something wrong?" The old woman pushed the dustpan in front of her, almost knocking over the dough and half of the bag of flour. "Look at what she did!"

"But she's my mother!" The young man's voice was full of tears, he poked the firewood into the stove, stood up and walked to the table, and said again: "No matter what she becomes, she is my mother!"

The old woman slapped the table a few times and dusted some flour, "Your mother is dead!"

The young man bit his lower lip tightly and did not speak, and ran back to the back room and slammed the door behind him. Not long after, a suppressed cry came faintly.Bai Qiuling sat on the side holding Qingyu, looking towards the door, "Old man, this child is..."

"Her mother is dead,—my daughter, go pick him up and raise him. This year, it must be 15 years. I don't know where this child knows his life experience, so he has to find that fierce sword —Oh! It's all his damned father!"

"The fierce sword? What fierce sword?" Bai Qiuling's mind suddenly flashed back to the words that the old woman said to him at the entrance of the village just now, his heart skipped a beat, and he said to himself: "The sea and the moon are shining...the sea and the moon are shining with tears! The old man Are you talking about the Pearl of Tears Sword?"

The old woman walked unhurriedly to the stove, put the dough into the steamer, then put the lid on properly, and replied in a deep voice: "Maybe it's called this name, his mother used to say this phrase every day before she got mad. By the way, the sword-making room is so hot...a sword-making doll is cast there with a milk doll on its back, and the doll is crying too, crying so badly...

"My silly girl with soft ears, when she heard the baby next door crying, she went to coax and hug her. Didn't the sword come out later... that person was gone, and there was only a baby who couldn't walk. "

The old woman wiped her tears while talking, and suddenly her eyes lit up, she turned around and grabbed Bai Qiuling's arm, the flour on her hand was all over his arm, and said with a raised tone, "You know what kind of sword that is, do you have a way to save it?" My daughter?!—You save my daughter, save her, I will kneel down and kowtow to you!"

As she said that, she fell to her knees with a plop, and before Bai Qiuling had time to reach out to help her up, she heard her knocking her head on the ground with a muffled sound.

The boy's name was Song Churan, he was clearly fifteen or sixteen years old, but he looked as thin as twelve or thirteen years old, and now he had a basket on his arm, filled with steaming steamed buns, leading the way, and Bai Qiuling followed him all the way. later.

A heavy rain washed the road in the village into potholes. Bai Qiuling looked down at the muddy water on the hem of his clothes, stepped forward and put his hands on Song Churan's shoulders, lifted him up, and flew lightly to the flat and clean place place.

"Is this lightness kung fu?" Song Churan was a little unsteady after landing, Bai Qiuling stretched out his hand to help him, and heard him say: "If only I could do it, then I can take my mother out of here."

"Your mother killed people in the village, are you not afraid that she will kill you too?" Bai Qiuling asked.

Song Churan curled his lips: "No mother would kill her son, my mother is not that kind of person!"

Bai Qiuling didn't comment, and continued to walk forward with him.

"Your clothes are so pretty, do people outside wear them like this?" Song Churan turned around and asked Bai Qiuling, his eyes were bright, and only then did he have the appearance that a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy should have.

"This is... this is a gift from a friend,—we are outside? Have you never gone out since you were a child?"

Song Churan sighed disappointedly: "No, I have been in the village since I was a child, my mother wouldn't let me go out, and my mother-in-law wouldn't let my mother take me out."

"When did you find out about your life experience? You've known since you were a child?" Bai Qiuling asked this, Song Churan's face froze, he hesitated and evaded and refused to speak, he stepped faster, nunuzui told Bai Qiuling that he was just ahead.

"In front" is a dilapidated small wooden house, in Bai Qiuling's view, it may only be regarded as a thatched hut, the doors and windows have been eroded badly by the wind and rain, and the eaves look precarious when the wind blows. It's about to collapse.

Bai Qiuling frowned, raised the hilt of his sword and pointed at the opposite side, and asked doubtfully, "Just now you said that your mother lives here?"

Song Churan bit his lower lip tightly and did not speak. He put the steamed bun on the stove outside the house, and nodded after a while.

He pulled Bai Qiuling's sleeve and led him to stand thirty feet away. He whispered in a low voice, "Let's go, my mother will come out to eat later."

"Your mother..." Bai Qiuling stood sideways facing Song Churan, squatted down and looked up at him, with a smile on his lips, and said softly: "I can save your mother, but you have to tell me, What the hell happened."

Song Churan's lifeless brows suddenly regained energy, but after a flash of energy, he slowly nodded and stared at his shoe upper, his fingers tightened his tattered sleeves.

He is too small, he doesn't look like a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. Compared with You Shengyun, his body is much smaller.Bai Qiuling put one hand on his shoulder, and softly comforted him: "Tell brother, if brother can't be saved, we can still find a way."

"Grandma said that no one can save her... She killed so many people, if she wakes up, she will kill herself to atone for her sin..." Song Churan sobbed in a low voice, Bai Qiuling lowered his head, just in time to see the boy's tears It fell on the ground and melted into the ground together with the rainwater.

When Song Churan was one year old, his biological mother, Jiang Yuyan, suddenly died of a serious illness. Before she died, she tried her best to preserve her last sobriety, and entrusted him to a friend and neighbor who was later his adoptive mother.In order to bring him up, the adoptive mother passed the time of marriage in her youthful years, and no matchmaker came to make a matchmaking, and she dragged a child like this until now.

The adoptive mother's family used to have a threshold that would be broken by matchmakers, but since Song Churan came into being, everything has changed.

"My mother-in-law said, if it wasn't for me, my mother wouldn't have broken up with her sweetheart, and it wouldn't be like this now." Song Churan recalled the rumors in front of the door when he was a child, and cried even harder.

In his mind, his adoptive mother, Wen Zhijuan, was beautiful and dignified. She had always been kind to others, and she had never even spoken loudly to others. Only that fierce sword could make her become like this.

But it happened that he found that fierce sword by himself.

He raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and said again: "Later when I grew up, some people couldn't control their mouths and said every day that I was picked up by my mother. I didn't believe it at first, but then I asked my mother. My mother told me... I was indeed picked up by her.

"I asked her where she picked me up, and I'm going to ask my mother why she threw me away!"

"Then did you find your mother later?" Bai Qiuling straightened his neckline, looked at his dirty face, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand.

——Then Song Churan really sneaked out.

He had never left the village, and he didn't know where to go to get out. He spent a day and a night wandering in the surrounding mountains and forests. He heard that Wen Zhi had brought his fellow villagers to look for him, so he hid in an empty cave in desperation.

He covered his mouth and didn't dare to gasp for breath. He waited until the footsteps were far away before standing up. He sneaked to the cave entrance to inquire about the situation. Unexpectedly, Wen Zhi didn't leave at all, and stood quietly at the cave entrance, as if waiting for him. Looking at the cave like that, the sweat on her head wet the broken hair on her forehead.

When Song Churan saw someone, he turned his head and ran towards the cave. There was a commotion, Wen Zhi picked up the hem of her skirt and chased inside, while the others fell behind.

Although Song Churan grew up in this mountain forest, he has walked all kinds of difficult roads, but he has never entered this cave. The ground is wet and slippery. He was defenseless, fell down from the gravel and rolled into another A cave.

He was injured and his whole arm was bleeding. Wen Zhi was so frightened that she tore her skirt to wrap around his arm, and he cried out in pain.

"My mother wanted to bandage my wound, but—but suddenly a sword flew up from under my feet and knocked me away. My mother was afraid that the sword would hurt me, so she rushed over to stop me. Unexpectedly..."

Unexpectedly, the rusty teardrop hidden in the cave, which has been silent for many years, once drank Song Churan's blood, would suddenly wake up and go crazy, hurting Song Chu and then Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi grabbed the rusty sword blade with her bare hands, fighting for a way out for Song Churan.She told Song Churan to run, and Song Churan was so panicked that he could only run out without turning his head. People outside heard the loud noise inside and rushed in to check. Song Churan didn't know how many people he bumped into. Anyway, every time he bumped into someone, he Say "Run" and wait for them

All ran out of the cave, and the movement inside stopped.

There was no sound of rocks collapsing, nor Wenzhi's heart-piercing cry.

"And then? Did your mother run out?" Seeing Song Churan not speaking for a long time, Bai Qiuling patted Song Churan's shoulder again, and said in relief, "It's okay, it's over, you—"

"Then my mother came out, took that sword, and killed everyone except me."

After Song Churan finished speaking, he looked up at the dark window, choked up and said, "She almost killed me too, but every time she was about to cut down with a sword, she told me to run—I All the way back to the village, she also went back to the village, the villagers ran to death, only my mother-in-law and I stayed."

Bai Qiuling's heart was shaken, he stood up, pursed his lips, held Qing Yu tightly, and walked towards the door step by step.Song Churan called him behind him, and he stopped and turned around and replied, "Go home first, wait at home with your mother-in-law, and don't go anywhere."

"But, but—" Song Churan suddenly exclaimed loudly, pointing behind Bai Qiuling and exclaiming, "Brother, be careful!"

Bai Qiuling turned sideways abruptly, dodging the sharp sword flying behind him, turned over on his body, kicked the sword away with his toes, and landed firmly on the ground.

But the sharp sword didn't stop attacking because of this, it turned around and returned to Wen Zhi's hand, the blade began to tremble violently, Bai Qiuling heard the buzzing, turned around and Qing Yu unsheathed, holding the sword in front of Song Churan.