A large bowl of rice noodles, with a layer of fragrant braised chicken nuggets, sprinkled with thick coriander, and finally sprinkled with two large spoons of dried spicy food. The man was so happy that he felt much more comfortable. Then he put on a large mouthful of ice beer, almost saying that he was happy.

Yan Huihong wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hands invisibly, then walked out of the "Liu Ji Rice Noodle Shop" with his waist and patted his stomach with the other. He didn't go far, but he took out a cigarette against the telephone pole on the side of the road and lit it happily, while he was breathing mist and following the girls in the hair salon shop opposite the street.

This is an old street that is old. It does not belong to an ancient town. It is just a small block formed between old buildings. The road surface is very narrow, but it is complete. There are all kinds of food, clothing, meat, and "meat".

"Brother, come in and sit (do it), brother..." The woman standing at the door of the hair salon greeted Yan Huihong enthusiastically.

They are enthusiastic and hospitable. They are very concerned about every man in the past who has been busy carrying the pillars of the family for the sake of family life. They even stretch out their hands to pull these men into their house to take a break and express their feelings to each other.

Yan Huihong felt that every city seemed to have an old street like this, where it retains the sincerity and care between people that have gradually faded under the influence of the current materialism. In this impetuous society, some remaining traces of the ancient wind can only be found in them.

Really,

The world is getting worse and worse. People's hearts are not as good as ever.

After traveling with those enthusiastic and kind women across the street for a long time, Yan Huihong finally didn't choose to bother them. Why did he make trouble for others?

Yan Huihong's eyes were attracted by an old man carrying a bamboo basket.

It was not because Yan Huihong's taste became so strange and tortuous, but because he saw something unusual in the old man.

"Now, there are few such things, and I can still find people who can go out and run around here."

After throwing the cigarette butt and stepping on it, Yan Huihong took the initiative to follow him, reached out and patted the old man's slightly hunched shoulder, "Old man, how do you sell this medicine?"

The old man's bamboo house is filled with herbs. In Guangxi, herbs are quite common.

"You want to buy it?" The old man's face was a little yellow, but he looked very energetic. There was no turbidity in his eyes. Seeing that Yan Huihong was going to buy medicine, he immediately took off the bamboo basket and took off the small scale tied around his waist to prepare to weigh it.

"What kind of thing is needed?" asked the old man, "How much do you want?"

"How heavy do you weigh yourself?" Yan Huihong said, stubbing his ears.

Hearing this, the old man was surprised at first, then smiled bitterly, and his hunched body straightened up at this time, saying, "I thought the Suchen Xuan Cultivation is rare now, and I am too lucky."

"Okay, stop pretending. It seems that you have been practicing Taoism for five hundred years, but your predecessor is not ginseng at all, it is just a carrot that has been 20 to 30 years old. What does it mean to pretend to me?" Yan Huihong smiled, and the other party's little trick was actually thinking of getting away with him.

Seeing that his disguise was torn apart, the old man knew that he could not hide it. He was not confident that he would use his tricks to fight with the person in front of him, so he simply admitted his cowardly.

"Walk and take me to your carrot pit to take a look. I'm curious about what makes you like now."

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"Grandma, when did there be a piece of primeval forest on this mountain?" Yan Huihong was not a local, but he knew that even if the original forest of this size was preserved, it would at least be marked as a tourist attraction. However, it still looks little known here. Yan Huihong even saw many earthen graves.

Look at the graves that don’t look like wealthy and powerful families, how could they be buried in such a good place?

"It also appeared half a year ago, and I'm very curious. Now there are not many people who know it, as if no one has noticed it." The old man leading the way explained.

"No one noticed it?" Yan Huihong tasted some flavor. The current appearance of this place should be related to the audience, so it was dealt with by the radio in terms of influence. After all, this is also a supernatural phenomenon.

A primeval forest appeared on a mountain very close to the county town. Isn’t this nonsense?

It may take a while before people will find this here "taken for granted" and then they don't find it strange at all. This technique is very skillful for broadcasters. In other words, only broadcasters can do this.

He reached out and pinched a large banana leaf. Yan Huihong looked at the remaining green juice on his fingers.

This level of essence can be used directly as a spiritual medicine, but you must know that this body is just a banana plant.

If the pre-Qin monks passed here or listeners who were strengthened by metaphysics, they would definitely regard this place as a blessing for cultivation. The spiritual energy around them was so strong that they were crazy. At the same time, these vegetation that was originally very ordinary in the mountains actually had the effect of spiritual medicine. The carrot in front of them actually became a spirit by chance, and the big radish could become an old ginseng.

"It's here." The old man pointed to a place in front and retreated to the side.

There is a pit in this place, and there are several plant rhizomes around it, which will stalk here like a fence and fence to protect the pit.

Everything in the world has spirits, obviously, this is also deliberately done by the vegetation here.

Yan Huihong discovered that the spiritual power around him was radiating toward the surroundings with this hole as the center, and the spiritual energy here was the most intense!

"But there is nothing here." Yan Huihong narrowed his eyes. Although he felt that threatening a big radish was a bit too bad, he still said in a deep voice: "Where is the thing?"

"Things?" The old man looked very surprised, "Nothing."

"Nothing? Nothing can make your carrot turn into a spirit?" Yan Huihong obviously didn't believe it.

"I remember that night, someone came here to dig a grave and took away an urn. Then I suddenly woke up, and all the brothers and sisters around me woke up one by one, but now I am the only one who can transform into human form." The old man said aggrievedly.

"One person dug a grave?"

Yan Huihong frowned,

Could it be that person?

Some things are absolute secrets in one circle. For example, Qin Yang is obviously an absolute disadvantage in his communication with Fusu, but in another circle, it is not a secret, especially the fact that the place where the enlightenment was changed to the guardian that night, at least it was public news in Yan Huihong's circle.

It is said that there was a big man in Guangxi at the beginning, but the previous guardian of the land of enlightenment personally dug out the grave of his deceased wife and took out the urn, and then drifted away with his deceased wife's ashes.

However, the previous generation of big shots had already taken the train and left, so some specific details were not verified, but Yan Huihong felt that he might have found that place.

But is that Guardian good-minded?

This is not a spendthrift, it is a complete destruction of the family. It spreads out your own origins and your vitality as if you don’t have money. It’s a waste of money to make the flowers and plants here. It’s good to give it to me!

It would be strange if you don’t end up in such a play!

Yan Huihong took a deep breath. Unfortunately, after half a year, the origin had long dissipated, and it had been absorbed by these vegetation before it dissipated. This was useless to Yan Huihong. After all, he had reached this level, and ordinary medicine stones had no effect on his cultivation.

But Yan Huihong was very curious. He was very curious about what the one thought and did at that time.

At that moment, Yan Huihong stretched out with one hand, and his mental power began to be emitted.

"Give me the picture of your memory that day, I won't make things difficult for you. In addition, I know that you can understand what I mean. If you dare to pretend to be stupid and disagree, at worst, I will pick it and go home to cook."

Gradually, the vegetation around it shook slightly, as if it had surrendered to Yan Huihong's turtle aura.

The surrounding environment seemed to be stained with a layer of powder at this time. Yan Huihong saw a bloated middle-aged man walking over with a shovel in his hand. Yan Huihong subconsciously made way out and stood on the other side of the pit, afraid of "blocking" him.

The middle-aged man started to shovel the soil with a shovel. His movements were not very fast, as if he was middle-aged and his physical strength was no longer good. At the same time, he was digging the soil while talking on his own. These words sounded like chatting, but when they were said from the other person, they had a different feeling.

It is a kind of sincerity, word by word, very ordinary and ordinary. There are no classic love words, and they are trivial matters, but they are very touching.

Yan Huihong is not a sentimental person, but he noticed a detail, that is, when normal people shovel soil, they usually throw the soil in front of them, which saves labor and is convenient, but the other party took a half circle and piled the soil to the other side.

It seemed as if... it was deliberately not to splash the soil on Yan Huihong's own feet and dirty his shoes.

But this happened more than half a year ago, and it was just a reproduction of these vegetation memories that have become essence.

The grave was dug up, and the man picked up a gray urn from it, as if he was holding his wife's hand again and was telling the murmuring between the couple.

In the distance, another phantom appeared. Yan Huihong knew this man. He was a big man from Guangxi. He had already left by train. It seems that the matter was true. The big man was really here to accompany him that night and watched him dig a grave.

The middle-aged man seemed to have discovered the man, holding the urn and preparing to leave. Before leaving, he threw the shovel at Yan Huihong's feet. Of course, the shovel was also a phantom, which was the scene at that time.

Then, the middle-aged man talked to the boss for a few words, and then the man started to go down the mountain, and the boss from Guangxi followed him down the mountain, and the scene disappeared.

Yan Huihong frowned, then bent down and reached out to pull the lush haystack in front of his feet, and a shovel was lying here.

"Take it..."

Yan Huihong cursed a little disbelief, but he still picked up the shovel and filled the pit one by one while cursing.

"It must be a big deal..."
Chapter completed!