Taoist temple in the mountains

Chapter 83, Freedom

After Hanxiang finished her pilgrimage, she came to Li Yun's side feeling a little lost. She didn't receive any guidance, and there was no so-called god descending.

As a mountain spirit, she naturally knew that this meant that the gods did not respond.

A little disappointed with this fragrance.

Looking at the disappointed Hanxiang, Li Yun said lightly.

"Layman Hanxiang, do you believe in poverty?"

"Ah, big brother, of course." Hanxiang said as a matter of course, not because she knew Li Yun so well, but just because, as the original mountain god, she could clearly distinguish between good and evil in the person in front of her.

Qingshan Xiandao, full of merits and virtues, faintly filled with immortal energy, is definitely a Taoist power, and the subconscious mind will relax if you are fragrant.

"Then relax, let Pindao see, your obsession, your persistence, your shackles."

Li Yun smiled slightly, and connected Hanxiang's heart with his heart connection.

A faint golden thread connected the two.

There are everything, Qi.

The scene begins to distort and transform.

Ancient city, bustling alleys, noisy street scene.
There are all kinds of people walking on the side of the road, including ox cart drivers, traveling monks, fortune-telling Taoists, and sons and daughters.

And on the road, there is a carriage walking. The structure of this carriage is obviously different from that of the surrounding carriages. It is decorated with silk and various decorations, and it looks very valuable.

Inside the carriage, there are two girls, one is Hanxiang, and the other is a girl with the same pretty appearance. Her pink lips are slightly pursed, her long hair is tangled, and her white skirt and long sleeves are so beautiful.

"Miss, do you think there are really immortals on Mount Penglai?" Han Xiang, who was wearing a yellow skirt, asked the girl next to her enthusiastically.

The girl said calmly with no expression on her face.

"I don't know. If you think about it, there should be some. After all, there are so many legends, who knows the truth? I don't think about it, because the so-called gods are too far away from us. Even if there are, we will I don’t know, since I can’t get in touch, why bother to understand?”

Han Xiang seems to understand but does not understand, but in fact he does not understand at all.
"Miss, you will see your husband soon, aren't you happy?" Hanxiang looked at the expressionless young lady, and said doubtfully, "I heard that he is a well-known talent in the local area. Ducheng is a rare and good son-in-law, many young ladies want to marry him."

At this time, the girl in white smiled.

"Emotion is not a so-called gifted scholar or beautiful woman, but more importantly, if you don't like that heart, the husband and son-in-law are gods who can come riding colorful auspicious clouds, so what can you be happy about? "

Hanxiang still seems to understand, she doesn't understand these things, and she doesn't want to understand, she is a personal servant girl, she has been serving the girl in white all her life, and she will become her dowry maid in the future, and marry into her husband's family together.

But Han Xiang didn't care, what Han Xiang cared about was just following the eldest lady.

Seeing that Hanxiang didn't understand, the girl didn't explain, she just touched Hanxiang's delicate face with distress and said.

"We are all people without freedom."

Driving in a horse-drawn carriage, passing by deep mountains, with lush forests and many wild animals.

"The scenery is so beautiful, it would be great if I could live here in the future." Han Xiang looked innocently at the mountain flowers, and the girl's thoughts began to pervade.

The girl in white still had a still face, but she would smile at Hanxiang from time to time.

At this moment, the surrounding grass was shaking, and suddenly a few bandits jumped out of the grass. These bandits were all wearing leather armor, with stern faces, holding long knives, and did not cover their faces with cloth. Not at all.

The bandits who didn't hide their faces would naturally not leave a single one alive.

"Kill it! I heard that the eldest lady of the Huo family is in this carriage, she is the most beautiful person within a hundred miles! Take her back and be my eldest mistress! Others... kill them all!"

"Kill!"

"Today, my uncle wants to eat delicious food and drink spicy food!"

The bandit leader looked greedily at the carriage.

"Protect Miss!"

The guards fought desperately with the bandits, but these guards were not the bandits' opponents. The bandits took advantage of the geographical and numerical advantages and beat the guards back steadily. In the end, they could only fall one after another, like leeks.

Open the curtain, look at Han Xiang outside, whose face is as white as a sheet of paper, and look at the girl in white with bewilderment, and say, "Miss, what should we do. Bandits are breaking in, let's run away."

The girl in white still looked as calm as water, she just looked at Hanxiang with a gentle face and said.

"Hanxiang, here is something I want to give to you. You...help me bring it to the son of the knife maker next door, and bring it back to him."

An envelope, with the taste of a girl in white.

Hanxiang took the envelope at a loss, and continued to panic.

"What about you, Miss?"

"Me? When my father betrothed me to that so-called talented man, my heart was already dead." The girl in white smiled lightly and said, "It is the order of my parents and the words of a matchmaker. I cannot refuse my father, nor can I refuse. What's the point of being alive when I'm dead? It's a pity that Daolang will never wait for me."

"But you are different. You don't have to use your own life to be buried with me."

"Goodbye, Hanxiang, remember, give this letter to him for me. After you hand it over to him, you will be free. You will no longer be my servant girl or our Huo family's servant girl. You are you, you It is Hanxiang, who can choose her own husband and her own life, without having to tie her life to me. I have had enough, enough of this arranged life, but the times are like this, and I am incompetent To resist, you can only let yourself choose to end."

The girl in white picked up a dagger for body protection and wiped it at her own neck.
A foot of green peaks, the red pity is broken.

Han Xiang hid among the bodies of the guards and did not die, but was stabbed in the abdomen when the bandits made up their swords, but even so, Han Xiang did not make a sound.

You can't die now, if you die, you have to send the letter to die
The bandits left after checking their property and corpses. After the bandits left, Hanxiang stood up with difficulty, took the envelope, and walked towards the distance.

"It hurts. But I can't die."

The little man blocked his wound with his hands, and crawled hard on the top of the mountain. After walking for an unknown amount of time, Hanxiang finally fell down, but even when he fell down, he did not forget his mission.

Han Xiang, who once only had young lady in her heart
"I must... give him the letter."

"I want to freely choose my husband and my life"

The life belonging to Hanxiang came to an end, and blood seeped into the ground.

But the life belonging to the mountain spirit and fragrance has just begun.

(End of this chapter)