I climb the fairy ladder by farming

The stone ladder came to an end amidst the constant nagging of the village chief. The moment he stepped on the flat ground, Zhang Zheng remembered the twists and turns he had just walked through.

They walked for half an hour.

There was still darkness in front of him, but Zhang Zheng, as a monk, had good ears and eyes, and could see a blurred outline even without a ray of light.

They were still in the dark passage, but the descending stone steps turned into a flat stone passage.

Zhang Zheng followed the village chief who was bragging all the way step by step, and responded with a couple of greetings from time to time.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, turning a corner, the eyes suddenly brightened, and the dim moonlight shimmered in from the entrance of the cave.

"It's here, it's the ancestral land when you go out."

The village chief stepped into the light without looking back, and Zhang Zheng followed.

The glare pierced the eyes and hurt them, and it was relieved instantly. The scene in front of me changed, and the mountain was high and covered the sun, and it was dark and rainy.

It's like being in a huge and wide cave, surrounded by jagged rocks, transparent or turbid stalactites, stalagmites, and stone mantles in various forms, like a towering pagoda, like slender branches branching, emitting light from firefly-like bugs flying all over the sky. The colorful mottled colors are refracted under the faint moonlight.

Tens of thousands of lava rock pillars of different sizes and shapes hang down from the top of the cave. Water drops continuously fall from the tip of the stone pillars, pattering like rain.

The dripping sound of dripping water reverberates in this enclosed and wide space, which seems to be empty and dull and majestic.

Such a spectacle made Zhang Zheng stunned for a moment, looking at it fascinatedly, not knowing what to think.

The village head laughed quite complacently, and boasted proudly: "How about it, isn't it very strange? You must know that this is a strange place that has been discovered since the village moved here. So far, it has far surpassed countless Thousands of years."

Zhang Zheng nodded subconsciously, with exclamation in his tone, "This place is really strange."

"Haha... Don't be too surprised, the weirder ones are yet to come! Come on, follow me, be careful, from now on, don't step on anything other than my footsteps."

The village chief's cheerful expression turned serious, and he solemnly instructed Zhang Zheng, "There is a strange formation here, and one wrong step is a crisis. You must be careful."

Zhang Zheng withdrew his surprised gaze, nodded in response with a correct expression.

The village chief took a step down and then lifted it up. Zhang Zheng concentrated his attention, not daring to be distracted, and stepped steadily to the center of his steps.

"At the last step, Miss Zhang has to pay attention."

After walking a hundred short steps, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat. Hearing this, Zhang Zheng finally let go of his anxiety a little, and took the last step calmly.

There was a burst of dizziness in front of his eyes, the picture turned upside down rapidly, and the dizziness hit his heart, as if there was a gust of wind whistling in his ears, and the roar was like thunder.

The let go of the heart instantly rose to the throat, and the heartbeat was like a drum, so you can't make a mistake!

She tried her best to suppress the dizziness, closed her five senses decisively, everything around her faded away, there was no fleeting picture or roaring wind.

Only then was Zhang Zheng able to stabilize his figure, relying on his last memory and perception, he walked steadily.

"boom……"

When Zhang Zheng stepped on the ground, she stood quietly for a while, untied her five senses, and in front of her eyes was a rushing river pouring down from the sky.

Thousands of hectares of river water poured down thousands of miles from the sky, piercing mountains and breaking walls, threatening, agitating waves like thousands of horses galloping down, like silver flowers and waterfalls hanging in the air, crashing thousands of miles.

A small gray-blue figure stood in the air in front of the river, the splashing waves were several times larger than his figure, and the gust of wind whizzed and hit the small figure, his sleeves were bulging, his clothes fluttered, and the bundled ink Her hair had long been scattered, and she was dancing wildly with the wind.

"What is in front of you?"

The soft and clear voice was like misty clouds and misty, as if it came from the sky, or from the river in front of your eyes, or the strong wind in your ears.

Zhang Zheng couldn't bear the slightest resistance, and replied truthfully, "Da Jiang."

"Da Jiang... Da Jiang..."

The voice repeated, suddenly bursting into laughter, changing from soft to soft, unrestrained, unrestrained, unrestrained, "Good! Good!"

Two inexplicable compliments dissipated in the strong wind and waves, and the river in front of me changed suddenly, and the river water turbulently swirled.

Zhang Zheng took a closer look and saw two lines of small characters appear in the surging river water.

"I give you my surname now, and from now on, you will inherit my surname and get my biography. I will teach you everything I know in my life, and you will follow my teacher's way for life. I ask, do you wish?"

Will she?
Zhang Zheng recalled the strokes and strokes written by the previous masters in the scroll, sacrificing people in exchange for the peace of the village. Is she willing to inherit such a crime?

She must be unwilling!

The gentleman's gentle and peaceful eyes suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and the "do not want" that she was about to blurt out was choked in her throat. In fact, she had never seen the meaning of the husband clearly.

She originally thought that her husband valued her so she wanted to entrust her with the position of his husband, and she firmly agreed to her husband's kindness in teaching him.

But later she found out that the position of the husband is the position of death, and the husband wanted her to be the nourishment of the whole village, so she felt resentful.

But later, she became suspicious again, if the husband really wanted her to be a sacrifice, why did he let her see the books on that shelf, why did he let her know the truth.

Mr. could have waited until the dust had settled to tell her that she was powerless by then, or he could have kept it a secret forever until she sacrificed without knowing it.

Zhang Zheng has never been able to figure out what the husband meant.

But no matter what the husband's intention is, Zhang Zheng doesn't want to accept the husband's surname at the moment. She doesn't want to put her life in danger.

"Zhang..." Zheng refused.

There is no time to finish the words.

The rumbling sound stopped suddenly, and the turbulent river tide seemed to press the pause button. The silver waves rolled up by the strong wind bloomed in clusters in the air, and the splashed water droplets condensed, reflecting Zhang Zheng's magnified black pupils.

Time, space... everything seems to be stagnant at this moment.

In Jiangchao Waterfall, a foggy figure stepped out, with a calm posture, like a leisurely stroll in a garden.

He obviously couldn't see his face clearly, but in a daze, his far-sighted eyes passed through thousands of mountains and rivers, and fell directly on Zhang Zheng.

"Qing Zheng..."

"Should go."

Zhang Zheng: "..."

She could only stare at the figure with wide eyes, horrified, her body and everything around her were imprisoned, and the flying ink hair was frozen in the air, unable to make any reaction.

That figure didn't need her to answer, it seemed that it was just to say these four words to her, its figure dissipated suddenly, turned into water mist and mixed into the river tide.

The moment it dissipated, the river was rushing again, the wind was strong, and the rumble was deafening.

The two lines of small characters trembled in the tide of the vast soup, clearly disappearing.

Zhang Zheng's eyebrows were tangled into a line. Her master, whom she had seen once in a hundred years, appeared suddenly and said such words to her, why?

She has no doubt that this master is an illusion. She has signed a master-student contract with her master, and she can feel that the person in front of her is really her master.

but……

Is she really going to agree?

If you agree, it is equivalent to handing over your life to the surname of this gentleman. It is not known whether a solution can be found in the future. If the sacrifice cannot be solved within a hundred years, she will really become a sacrifice. Life nourishes such a village that should not have existed long ago.