After the hero goes crazy

"How about that?"

The old man shook his head:

"You don't even know where this place is. It can be seen that you are foreigners who came here by accident. Why bother to get into this muddy water, my son, listen to the old man's advice, don't go in, the monster may not have left."

As a Taoist priest who is not like a Taoist priest, the old man often encounters villagers who come to him for help.

He has a soft heart, he can't see people begging and bowing, he has dealt with monsters a lot, and he knows how scary these monsters are.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Meng Songyun again.

"I don't know why, but you and I hit it off right away..." He rubbed his hands in embarrassment, feeling a little embarrassed when he said this.

One is young and handsome, with an imposing manner, and one can tell that he is from the Dao sect.

And the other person is just a countryman, not good at learning arts, and doesn't even have a decent Taoist robe, so how can he have the face to hit it off with others at first sight?

That is to say, the two children in front of them are young and haven't learned the way of stepping on the high and flattering the low, so they just stand here and listen to their own talk.

The old man scratched his curled up bun, and smiled honestly twice:

"Look at your blood, it can be seen that you have gone through a fierce battle. You are still young, and the monster is very vicious. Just stay here and wait for me."

"Although I am not good at Taoism, I have learned some martial arts from my seniors, and I am very strong." After speaking, he proudly showed off his sand-packed fists.

The joints of the fist were covered with a thick layer of calluses, which was like a layer of protective armor, wrapping his palm inside, and it looked really powerful.

Yao Shouning stepped forward to take a look, hissed, and then asked in a low voice:
"Grandpa, does it hurt?"

The old man was taken aback by her question.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh:

"What a good boy, I don't know which parents are blessed to have a child like you."

When Meng Songyun heard him praise Yao Shouning, he turned his head and glanced at the girl indistinctly.

At this time, the little girl was praised by others, and she turned her head to look at Meng Songyun proudly, and raised her chin to him, and flicked her tongue in her mouth, making a crisp sound of pride.

"..." The corners of Meng Songyun's mouth twitched, seeing that she was getting carried away, she didn't make a sound.

"I was poor since I was a child. I lost my father in the early years, and I was brought up by a widow mother. I suffered a lot and left the root of the disease. I died a few years ago."

After his death, he packed up his belongings at home, sold all his belongings, and entered the Taoist sect with money, becoming a registered disciple under the master's sect.

But he is old, not very talented, and his family background is weak, so he is not valued in the teacher's school, and he was squeezed out everywhere in the early years.

Later, it wasn't until the master got older, his energy and blood gradually weakened, and many disciples gradually left, that he noticed this simple and honest disciple, and decided to let him take over his mantle and provide for his retirement.

Until then, life was a little easier for him.

"To tell you the truth, no one asked me if my hands hurt."

The old man said happily.

Hearing this, Meng Songyun was taken aback for a moment.

"Forget it, forget it." He waved his hand, "I'll go in and find out the truth, you two..."

"I'm going in too."

Meng Songyun interrupted him.

The old man heard the words and was about to speak, but Meng Songyun pursed his lips:

"I must go in." After speaking, his finger holding the sword trembled, and he added:
"I have to go in."

"But..." The old man was about to speak when Meng Songyun said again:

"To tell you the truth, we didn't come here by mistake, did we, Shouning?"

For a while, he seemed to have adjusted his mood.

If it wasn't for the fact that his hand holding the sword was still behind his back, and his fingers were still trembling, from the outside, Meng Songyun would have regained his usual calmness and composure.

It's just that his face with red lips and white teeth was really unfamiliar. Yao Shouning was used to seeing Chen Taiwei's handsome face. When Leng might as well look at his real face, he always felt a little weird, as if they were two people who had nothing to do with each other.

"Yes—" She nodded hesitantly.

Meng Songyun is good at disguising, she and him are related by cause and effect, and the power of guessing people's hearts seems to be shielded from him.

She couldn't hear his heart, couldn't see through his disguise, and could only guess his thoughts through the unreliable appearance.

This feeling was not good. Yao Shouning always felt that when he asked questions, he seemed to be punning and conveying some meaning to her, but she was not sure whether the matter was what she guessed.

She bit her lower lip angrily, adjusted her mentality, and said:
"Actually, we came to find my fifth brother's hometown."

When she said this, she glanced at Meng Songyun provocatively, regardless of whether he planned to reveal his identity, and said deliberately:
"To tell you the truth, my fifth elder brother got lost with his relatives, and I can't remember some things when I was young. I came back this time because I want to find my roots." After finishing speaking, she asked loudly:

"Brother Meng, are you right?"

Before Meng Songyun replied, the old man was a little surprised:
"Is your surname Meng?"

"Yes!" Yao Shouning nodded:

"After he lost his family, he was adopted by someone named Meng."

Meng Songyun lowered his head, his eyes were full of brilliance, he couldn't see any emotion, but he didn't say anything to refute Yao Shouning's words.

"That's such a coincidence, the old man is also surnamed Meng."

When old man Meng heard this, his face showed joy:
"It's such a coincidence. Not only are they from the same line of origin, but they both have the surname Meng. I really have a destiny with this kid!"

Yao Shouning's beautiful eyes lit up when she heard this, she turned her head to look at Meng Songyun, but saw that his expression was normal, as if he was not touched at all.

"I was born in Sanmeng Village. Most of the people in the village are named Meng. Sanmeng Village is seventeen or eight miles away from here. I don't know if the person you are looking for is there." After he finished speaking, he shook his head again:

"It's a pity that in this disaster year, many people fled and died. I don't know how many people are left in Sanmeng Village today."

When he said this, he was silent for a moment, then pulled himself together and asked:

"Boy, are you taken away by a kidnapper, or because..."

"Because of the evil spirits." Meng Songyun replied.

"Damn monster!"

The old man Meng gritted his teeth and scolded:

"I don't know how many people have been harmed, and how many parents and children have been separated, Yin and Yang are separated, alas..."

"We also hate monsters." Yao Shouning was also a little angry when talking about monsters.

"Our family is also plagued by monsters."

"I don't know when this monster will stop." Old man Meng shook his head, his eyes were heavy:
"I don't know if a hundred years later, God will not open his eyes and wipe out all these evil spirits..."

"..." Yao Shouning forced a smile, and glanced at Meng Songyun at the side.

It doesn't need to be a hundred years later, at most twenty years, Zhu Shizhen will be born, lead a group of people to wipe out evil spirits, and establish Daqing.

And the person next to her was Zhu Shizhen's important right-hand man back then. Unfortunately, this person eventually rebelled against the enemy and made a comeback with the evil spirits, giving the Fox King the opportunity to create fear in the human world again.

"Maybe soon, wait a few more years, someone will definitely kill the evil spirits." She responded, and the old man Meng smiled wryly, then sighed:

"Hopefully."

"Let's not talk about that." Meng Songyun interrupted the two of them and said bluntly:
"To tell you the truth, the wolf demon you are chasing is also my target."

"..." What he said made old man Meng startled for a while.

At this time, many Taoist priests have real kung fu, and they will not mention whether they are practicing or not, but most Taoist priests are proficient in boxing and kicking kung fu. Young people are full of energy and blood. weapons against.

But there is an essential difference between human beings and monsters, and the tyranny of the physical body is too different, which makes human beings mostly suffer when fighting monsters.

In particular, some evil monsters are still full of evil spirits, and some crooked methods are hard to guard against.

Fortunately, human beings live in groups and are good at keeping warm in groups, so when the two sides meet, each has its own outcome.

No matter how skilled Taoist priests are, they dare not be so careless when encountering evil spirits. This is the first time that old man Meng has seen someone so arrogant, bluntly saying that he wants to hunt down evil spirits.

"My family was also killed by it. I heard about it and tracked it all the way." Meng Songyun narrowed his eyes and said coldly:
"This time we will take its life."

Yao Shouning couldn't help laughing when he saw that old man Meng was dumbfounded by what he said.

But Meng Songyun does have the capital of arrogance. He was already extraordinary 700 years ago, and he is even more invincible 700 years later. retreat.

From a certain point of view, Yao Shouning felt that this person himself was a different kind, he was neither human nor ghost, more terrifying than a monster.

A mere wolf demon is indeed not in his eyes.

"Oh." The old man Meng replied dryly, and then said a little at a loss:

"Then, it seems that the blood all over your body is left after the battle with the wolf demon?"

"..." Meng Songyun's pale face was slightly startled, and after a while, he gently agreed:
"……Um."

"Then..." Although old man Meng already knew that the two young men in front of him had to enter Huangtuba Village after hearing this, and Meng Songyun was very calm, he was still worried, deeply afraid that his heart would soften for a while, and instead Killed two young men.

"Let's go in."

Yao Shouning interrupted him and said decisively.

"...Okay." Old man Meng quickly compromised, but he was still a little worried, and urged:
"After you go in, walk behind me. If you find something is wrong, leave immediately, leave here, don't stay!"

After speaking, his expression gradually became severe:

"Otherwise I wouldn't dare to take you in."

Yao Shouning tried his best to go back to 700 years ago. Naturally, he came here with a purpose. After something happened, he might not be able to leave here as old man Meng said.

But the old man was smiling at first, he looked simple and easy to talk, but he was very stubborn when he was serious. He was worried about the lives of the two of them. Obviously, if Yao Shouning and Meng Songyun did not agree to his request, he would never bring them in.

Although he didn't want to lie, Yao Shouning nodded obediently and replied:
"Okay..." But she lacked confidence, and she was a little guilty when she spoke.

"Yes." Meng Songyun also agreed.

The two obviously didn't agree with each other, but old man Meng couldn't do anything:

"You... well, you two kids, it's really nerve-wracking."

He should have driven the two away with a sullen face, but Meng Songyun seemed very determined. He was also worried that if he didn't keep these two people under his nose, they might sneak into the village without permission, and they might be in danger instead.

Thinking of this, he could only sigh, and once again told the two to follow behind him.

After the three of them made up their minds, Old Man Meng's expression became serious, and he slowly approached the gate.

The gate was dilapidated, with wet blood stains on it, and an obvious bloody handprint was elongated, and old man Meng had a sad look in his eyes.

But he was born in troubled times, and he was mentally prepared for such a thing. Now that the situation of the village is the most important thing, he let out a long breath, and then felt ruthless, stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

'squeak—'

The harsh sound of the door opening and closing broke the tranquility of the village.

The moment the door opened, the calm surface was torn apart, as if a stone was thrown into the lake, causing ripples.

A gust of wind blows out, and a strong and pungent smell of blood hits the face, which makes Yao Shouning's eyes watery.

'vomit--'

She couldn't control it and retched.

The girl was born in the capital of God 700 years later. She was both lucky and a little bit unfortunate-fortunately, she was born in the last dynasty founded by Zhu Shizhen 700 years later, and the evil spirits have not fully recovered; unfortunately, this hard-won The peace of the world is about to end, and the demon clan is about to make a comeback.

Human beings were born in dire straits 700 years ago, and the horrors described in history books and biographies were less than one ten-thousandth of what she saw with her own eyes.

What came into her eyes was the uneven low houses on both sides. The roofs were mostly made of bamboo, and the straw was put on it. The straw had changed color, and many places seemed sparse, obviously aging.

These houses were extremely damaged. They were made of fence paste, and the soil in many places fell off, revealing the skeleton of the bamboo weaving inside.

Some houses were violently damaged, the walls were torn, and several sharp scratches were left on the mud.

The most eye-catching thing is that countless stumps and broken arms hang on the walls of these damaged houses like dried bacon, and many bloody and black internal organs dangle in the wind, emitting a pungent smell.

The uneven loess ground has been stained red with blood, and the blood seeped deep into the ground, making this place like a hell on earth!

This is beyond the description of the simple bloody smell. Yao Shouning's eyes were so hot that he couldn't stop crying. The horrible scene and the pungent smell greatly stimulated her who was born in a peaceful and prosperous age. She felt the harm of evil spirits. Also deeper.

She retched.

In contrast, Meng Songyun's reaction was mediocre.

The old man Meng is different from the previous image of being bright and talkative. He is sullen and looks around for a weapon in his hand.

Although he is called a Taoist priest, his Taoism skills are not good, and he often fights with evil spirits, relying on his strong body.

However, the imperial court had very strict control over iron knives. He searched for a long time and found an old shoulder pole. After turning it back, he confessed to the two:
"You have to follow behind me."

This place has been destroyed like this, it can be seen that the wolf demon is fierce.

At this moment, the surroundings are silent, and I don't know if there are any survivors. If the whole village is slaughtered, maybe the wolf demon has already left to his heart's content.

"We need to find out if there are any survivors first, and see if we can save their lives. If not... well... I have to report this matter to the government as soon as possible."

It's a pity that the government is already weak at this time, and it is probably useless to report.

In these years, there are not many villages that have been slaughtered by evil spirits, and in the end, the government did not see the government come forward to exterminate the evil spirits.

Old man Meng had a sullen face, and was about to drill into the one-story house to check it out, but Meng Songyun didn't hesitate, and went straight to the earth dam in the direction of the village entrance.

At the end of the earth dam, there is a crude earthen ladder, with two rows of bungalows on each ladder, and a small alleyway in between.

"Ahh-"

Although the old man Meng was already mentally prepared that the two of them might not listen to him, when he saw Meng Songyun uncontrollably walking in this extremely dangerous village, he was still startled into a cold sweat and couldn't help shouting. twice.

"Grandpa, don't worry."

Seeing that he was sweating profusely in anxiety, Yao Shouning quickly grabbed old man Meng and said:

"The evil spirit is sensitive to five senses. If the evil spirit is still there, we can't hide it from its eyes and ears when we enter this place. If it is not there, then we should act quickly, and maybe we can see if there are any living people."

"But..." Seeing Meng Songyun acting recklessly, old man Meng still had a headache:

"You two are young, so you don't know the horror of that evil spirit, alas, that kid is really impulsive..."

When speaking, Chen Taiwei had already jumped up the steps in several steps.

Although old man Meng said he had a headache, he was also worried that something might happen to him, so he hurriedly followed him with his shoulder pole. He walked a few steps, and was worried about Yao Shouning. road:
"You're a better boy, better than him—he's really stubborn."

"Yeah." Yao Shouning couldn't help but smile when he heard him complaining about Chen Taiwei, and nodded.

Unfortunately, at this moment, something fell from the left eaves above the steps, and fell on Yao Shouning's shoulder with a 'click'.

The place was extremely quiet, and only the breathing of the three could be heard. At this time, the sound was so loud that Yao Shouning trembled. If she hadn't bit her lips tightly at the critical moment, the scream might have escaped her mouth.

But even so, she was so frightened that her hands and feet were cold, and she subconsciously reached out to pat her shoulder.

Under this clap, the palm felt sticky.

A ball of half-coagulated blood was wiped away by her fingertips, half soaked into the fabric, and half fainted between her fingers.

The sticky feel and terrible smell, combined with the dark red color, made Yao Shouning's face turn pale.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, it's just blood."

The old man Meng comforted Yao Shouning, Yao Shouning barely cried, suppressed his nausea, nodded, and responded.

When the two were talking, Meng Songyun had already walked through the three-foot-long alleyway and stopped in front of a dilapidated thatched cottage.

The thatched hut was damaged, and the roof was crushed. From the side, the 'herringbone' roof was torn, the beams were broken, and it collapsed into the house.

Above the broken beam, a pair of feet hang upside down.

Those feet were bare, stained with blood and mud, and the upper body hung down, covered by broken and collapsed wooden beams and walls, but judging from the size and shape of the feet, it should be a man.

Meng Songyun, who moved quickly after entering the village, stopped in front of the house when he saw the upside-down feet, motionless.

"What, what's wrong?"

Yao Shouning and old man Meng stood beside him. Old man Meng carried a pole and followed Meng Songyun's line of sight. His expression was frozen, looking at the corpse that had apparently lost its life but couldn't see its face clearly.

The face of the young Taoist priest was calm.

He revisited his hometown. This kind of scene has been his dream for more than 700 years. One day it will finally come true. He thought he would be filled with emotion. Maybe when he saw that nightmarish scene again, he would be very indignant and draw his sword. Kill the Quartet and vent the anger in your heart.

But he was unusually calm at this moment.

This situation was both within Meng Songyun's expectations and beyond his expectations.

Ruthless Dao had too much influence on him, and his emotions had been cut off long ago.

Even though the memory came back, the scenes, people and things that made him hate to the bone reappeared, but his heart was still calm.

Is this luck or misfortune?

He blinked, wanting to blink two tears in response to the situation.

Over the years, he has been good at disguising, laughing and cursing, doing whatever he wants, and the disguise is so perfect that it is difficult for many people to see his indifferent nature.

But he could pretend to be crying, but the tears couldn't go his way. He blinked until his eyes became dry, but no tears came out.

"Oh." He sighed, subconsciously shouted:

"Master—"

When the old man Meng heard him speak, he unexpectedly replied:
"Ai--"

After he agreed, he immediately realized that he had committed a taboo.

He is a meager Taoist, and he just "began to be a teacher" in his 40s. With his little ability, how can he be qualified to accept an apprentice?
What's more, Meng Songyun looked extraordinary, with a long sword in his hand, majestic, how can there be such a master who can't fight?

His dark face flushed red, and he waved his hands quickly:
"I, I speak faster."