"You pried a few graves before you got his sword spike. What's the use?" He asked Yan Niang while tilting his head to listen to the sound opposite the wall.

"The sword spear was buried in the ground for more than a thousand years, but it still does not rot. Isn't it a strange thing?" Yan Niang ate melon seeds and spitted the shell on the ground casually.

"I've seen a baby, a broken sword spear, what's so strange about it?" My right ear was very fond of cleanliness. Seeing the melon seeds scattered all over the ground, I couldn't help but frown.

Yan Niang smiled, "I sewed Kong Zhou's soul on his sword spike. The only one who can summon Chengying in this world is Kong Zhou. Do you think the broken sword spike is powerful or not."

I used my toes to gather the melon seed shells back together, "I didn't see anything strange about it, nor did I see him help the fish man. If it were me, I would definitely bring everyone in the village."

Yan Niang kicked him, "Kong Zhou is a righteous man in the Spring and Autumn Period. His mind is something you little monkey can argue? I tell you, Chengying's power is not that it can cut iron like mud. It is the best tracking. Once it is entangled, it can't escape even if it walks to the horizon of the cape. Because Chengying is invisible, invisible things are always the most difficult to deal with."

"So you let it follow the hedgehog, one to find out the news, and two to track down that person?"

Yan Niang lowered her head, "It's a pity that all the lives of hundreds of people in the Hu family were cut off from that person."

"Hasn't Hu Zheng saved him from danger? Why did he take the lives of the Hu family?" His right ear was puzzled, and a monkey face wrinkled together, looking terrifying and cute.

"He is so cold and despicable that he only recognizes Hu Zheng as his benefactor. As for the rest of the Hu family, he never cared about it. He blamed me for being negligent for a moment and did not completely destroy the book and let it be the messenger of the news."

He lowered his voice with his right ear, "Will he come to Xin'an City to find you?"

Yan Niang sneered, "Not now, but definitely in the future."

"Why?"

"First, because I have already replaced a new pair of skins and are no longer the person he knows, he will not rush over. Second, the reason why he took the lives of everyone in the Hu family was that he was afraid that his weakness would be discovered by others. With his magic of heaven, if he was in good health now, how could he be vigilant and guarded everywhere? Therefore, he must be seriously ill now and dare not come to me rashly."

He pinched his chin with his right ear and said thoughtfully, "So, if Chengying can find him, we will have a chance to defeat the enemy with one move."

Yan Niang's eyes suddenly narrowed into two slits. She made a gesture of silence into her right ear, and her eyes drifted out of the door. Sure enough, not long after, a sound of footsteps came from far and near, and the person came patted the door, "Miss Yan, are you here?"

Yan Niang changed into that relaxed and calm expression again, "Sir Cheng, the door is open, please come in."

Cheng Muyou walked in with a push-up door, but he didn't mean to stay for a long time. He walked straight to the opposite side of Yan Niang, "Miss Yan, the 127 lives of the Hu family in Qingcheng were destroyed by one night five days ago."

"Sir Liu's mother's home?"

Cheng Muyou's face was solemn, "I have always admired the girl's straightforwardness, so today I just wanted to be straightforward, and I hope the girl will tell you everything."

"Sir, please speak."

"I don't know if the Hu family's destruction is related to Hu Zhun?"

"Your Majesty should ask Hu Zhun, not me."

Cheng Muyou paused, "Where did Hu Zhun go?"

Yan Niang sighed, "To be honest, Hu Zhun was indeed the Qingcheng that I had entrusted. Because the book was really strange, I wanted to ask him to go back to his hometown to investigate the source of the book. However, the fox was very thief, and after he left, there was no news. Even I didn't know where he went. As for the Hu family's destruction, I only learned after hearing the adults' talk. Therefore, Yan Niang was powerless and could not help the adults."

There was no flaw in this statement, but Cheng Muyou couldn't refute anything. He looked at the sky with his hands behind his back, "One hundred and twenty-seven lives were burned into human carbon by a fire. How could such a tragedy be encountered by Lord Liu?"

He sighed deeply, and when he lowered his head, he saw a cup of tea handed over, with a few light red petals floating on it.

"Is this a peach blossom?"

"In spring, I asked my right ear to pick some flowers, dry them and seal them. Is this tea different from what I usually drink?"

Cheng Muyou took a sip, "It was slightly sweet in the mouth, but it was a little bitter in my throat, which was not as fragrant as the flower tea should have."

"Let Lord Liu plant three acres of peach forest."

"What does the girl mean?"

"Does your sage still remember the peach forest in Jing's house?"

Cheng Muyou didn't make any sound. He looked at the bright eyes opposite him, and his anxiety over the past few days slowly flowed out along the meridians throughout his body.

"Peach blossoms can retain the fragments of the soul. The wind in the peach forest rises and the falling flowers are colorful. The rustling sound is the footsteps of people. Planting a peach forest may summon the sealed soul back."

Digging pits, planting seedlings, burying soil, and irrigating water. Such a simple process made Liu Xuzhang, a man who had never done rough work, had a lot of effort. His whole body was messed up by mud and water. Fortunately, the villagers saw that he was pitiful, so they all came to help. In just a few days, they planted all three acres of peach forests.

"Mr. Liu, the peach blossoms should grow in spring next year. At that time, the mountains and red clouds will be covered with colorful colors." The yamen runners around him wiped the sweat from their foreheads and sighed.

"The shallow and deep peach blossoms are like even and deep makeup. The spring breeze helps the heart break and blows off the white clothes." Liu Xuzhang recited a poem in his mouth and walked into this peach forest where flowers are all branches.

The yamen runner could not understand what he was saying, but seeing his solemn expression, it was hard to follow him. He could only stand outside the forest and watch his figure disappear deep in the peach forest.

Liu Xuzing looked at the bare branches and sighed as he walked: "Brother Cheng's letter said that I would plant three acres of peach forests. I did as I did. But if there is a peach forest, can you return in your soul?"

A branch that was crossing blocked the way. He bent down and was about to lean over, but at the moment when he lowered his head, he saw a fiery red shadow flashing by several feet away.

Liu Xuzhang speeded up and chased after him, but he could only hear the sound of the branches breaking, but he could no longer find the fleeting figure.

He sighed sadly, held the green frog tightly, turned around and walked out of the peach forest.

The hilt of the sword shook gently, the sword's ear fell into the mud, and a white light condensed on the dragon pattern. It disappeared from the light of the calcium carbide flame. Only a shallow mark was left in the soil, and a scent of wine wafted out.
Chapter completed!