Fairy Eye

This person was naturally Han Lin, who came from the direction of Yuhe Town.

He wasn't missing his parents; he just simply missed Zhuxi Village a little.

After all, the small bridges, flowing water, old locust trees, and the land beneath his feet all hold many of his childhood memories.

However, when he returned to the village entrance, he found that it had been completely changed.

It's hard to see the muddy road he used to walk on, the ugly stones he used to sit on, or the big yellow dog that would bark at him the moment it appeared.

This place has become better, but it has also become unfamiliar.

Just then, a small bird flew over from a distance and landed on the old locust tree overhead, catching Han Lin's attention.

But when he looked up, the little bird flapped its wings and flew away.

Han Lin could only vaguely make out the shape of a small bird, with a slender body, yellowish-brown feathers, and a thin, long beak like a needle.

He felt a strange sense of familiarity.

But I can't remember where I've seen this strange bird before.

Shaking his head, Han Lin did not enter the village. He turned and left, walking step by step along the path he had taken on that snowy night years ago.

Much later.

Another outsider walked into the entrance of Zhuxi Village.

He was a burly man dressed in black, also wearing a black straw hat.

A small bird was perched on the man's shoulder, looking around curiously. It looked very similar to the one Han Lin had seen earlier.

"Oh, this distinguished guest has arrived so late. Are you here to visit the immortal's former residence? Do you need accommodation?"

Just as the man looked up at the village ahead, an old man carrying water buckets walked out from a side path.

"The former residence of an immortal?"

A middle-aged man's voice came from under the straw hat.

"Yes, we have a celestial being living here. Outsiders come to visit every few days. Let me tell you, that celestial being is a legendary figure!"

The old man came closer and started talking about Han Lin with a smile.

Of course, it was all made up.

She was intelligent and sensible from a young age, could read at six months old, could fight tigers at three years old, was deeply loved by her parents, and got along well with the villagers, etc.

They even made up a few touching stories, showing expressions of emotion and reluctance as they spoke, saying that if they weren't worried about ruining Han Lin's future, no one would want him to leave.

In fact, these kinds of stories are familiar to everyone in Zhuxi Village today, from eighty-year-old seniors to six- or seven-year-old children.

The middle-aged man seemed intrigued after hearing this: "Could you take me to visit the Han family's old house?"

"sure!"

"Honored guest, please follow me."

The old man was delighted upon hearing this and led the man in the straw hat into the village.

A moment later, they arrived at the outside of a tall, earthen farmhouse. They knocked on the door, and a handsome young man came out.

It was Han Qing.

After the old man explained his purpose, Chong Hanqing winked and then turned and left.

Han Qing quickly invited the man into the courtyard with a smile and asked his mother to bring him hot tea. As the middle-aged man drank the tea, he told him about Han Lin.

A little girl, about five or six years old, was happily kicking a shuttlecock nearby when, by accident, it landed in the man's teacup.

The middle-aged man glanced at him sideways.

Han Qing quickly said, "Please don't be angry, sir. I'll only charge you half price for this cup of tea."

"Half price?"

The middle-aged man turned around and was a little surprised. This tea actually cost money?

Han Qing smiled and nodded, "That's right, this tea is brewed with water from the water vat that the immortal personally carved when he was a child. It's not expensive, only ten taels of silver per cup! If you want half price, you can just give me five taels. If you want more, I'll brew you another one."

The middle-aged man laughed in anger, "What if I don't give it to you?"

"You won't give it to me?"

Han Qing's smile froze instantly. "An immortal cannot be insulted. Then you're probably not going to leave Zhuxi Village!"

The words fell.

Mr. Han, who was sleeping on the other side, Mrs. Han, who was in the kitchen, and his wife, Ms. Wang, who was getting ready inside the house, came over one after another.

Some people were holding axes, some were holding kitchen knives, and some were holding scissors! They surrounded the man in the straw hat menacingly.

The little girl seemed to be used to this scene and continued kicking the shuttlecock.

"Tsk tsk tsk, interesting, very interesting."

The middle-aged man slowly stood up. "So this is what they mean by 'a celestial being cannot be insulted'."

"Stop talking nonsense and pay up! Otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite! Go and find out who in this Shuanghe Town area dares to offend the Han family."

Han Qing held the stool in one hand and stared coldly at the man in front of her.

"The Han family is truly remarkable."

The man in the straw hat sneered, then suddenly reached into a bag at his waist and pulled out a large, black knife.

He cleaved forward with a swift motion.

Snapped!

A cracking sound.

Han Qing was split in two on the spot.

With a splash, blood and internal organs gushed out onto the ground.

Han's father, mother, and Wang turned their heads and their eyes widened instantly. But before they could react, the middle-aged man suddenly swept his broadsword across the room.

In an instant, three heads flew high into the air.

"ah!!!"

The little girl next to her screamed and fainted from fright.

"Since you're Han Lin's family, you can die too." The middle-aged man glanced at the little girl and swung his knife again.

Instantly, blood splattered.

"act recklessly."

The man glanced around coldly, sheathed his broadsword, and turned to look at the little bird on his shoulder. "Let's go, let's continue looking for that ugly monster."

……

Jiming Mountain is a tall, rocky mountain with sparse vegetation year-round, and now, in the cold winter, it is even more desolate.

As night fell, faint lights appeared on the mountain.

A fine horse came slowly from afar and stopped at the entrance to the mountain road. A man wearing a straw hat sat on its back.

He looked up at the mountaintop, then dismounted and began walking up the mountain step by step.

The rooster crowed, looking much the same as it had three years ago. The courtyard gate was tightly closed. Han Lin reached out and paused slightly before slapping it down heavily.

Bang!

Bang bang!

After three beeps, Han Lin stood to the side listening to the sounds inside.

Then the sound of footsteps gradually became clearer.

crunch.

The door opened, but the person inside wasn't the one Han Lin had imagined.

Instead, it was a boy who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old. He was dressed in rough clothes and had dark skin, as if he often did farm work.

Who are you looking for?

The boy looked up at Han Lin.

"I'm looking for an old man, thin, wearing a red robe, with slightly pointed ears. I don't know if you've seen him before."

Han Lin spoke slowly and deliberately.

"I understand. You must be the person the senior asked me to wait for. He's not here. Come with me." The boy said, turning and walking into the courtyard.

Han Lin was not surprised and followed slowly behind the boy.

The two passed through the back door of the main hall, went down a path, and then went up a ridge to the top of the mountain, where they saw a thatched hut.

A dim light was on in the room on the east side of the house.

"Senior, the person you've been waiting for has arrived."

The boy stood outside the fence of the small courtyard and shouted loudly.

"I understand, you can go back now." A hoarse old man's voice rang out from inside the house. It was very familiar, and it sent a chill down Han Lin's spine.

"Yes."

The boy bent down, turned, and left, leaving Han Lin alone in the darkness.