Mu Changfeng and Fang Zhiliang rode fast horses and headed south all the way. They stayed overnight in the morning and rushed for more than ten days to a quiet town.

Agarwood trees are planted everywhere in the town, and the refreshing fragrance is everywhere, which makes people feel relaxed.

The two of them got off the horse and walked slowly. They passed by a teahouse. Fang Zhiqiang stopped for a long time, staring at her eyes and looking at her, looking sad.

"Have you ever been to this teahouse?" Fang Zhiran remained silent all the way, and Mu Changfeng was a little nervous every time he spoke.

"Many years ago, we and Bai Xue attended a tea party and played poetry here. I was the first to be the leader. They ranked second and third, appreciated each other, admired each other, and became close friends. After more than twenty years, things changed, Cheng Wei completely left, she turned into a wisp of wronged soul, and I also..." Fang Zhiqiang was full of sorrow and could no longer say anything.

Mu Changfeng couldn't help but sigh that fate was impermanent and fate was a mess. Each person, a ghost and a demon was all the best people rarely seen in the world, but they all ended up in a miserable end.

Leaving the town, walking on a rather wide road, there were countless agarwood trees on both sides of the road. Mu Changfeng and Fang Zhiqiang rode together and suddenly saw a cemetery, with endless people sacrificing and sweeping the tombs.

Mu Changfeng said: "It's almost Qingming before I knew it. In the past, every Qingming Festival, I would worship my ancestors from afar and share with my drowning little sister."

Fang Zhiqiang said: "If you sacrifice again this year, you don't have to think about me."

Mu Changfeng took the opportunity to ask: "Why does senior sister have a living flesh and blood body?"

Fang Zhiran glanced at him, did not answer, and urged the horse to go quickly. Finally arrived at Mingjia Village at noon.

A tall stone statue stood at the head of the village, with a majestic face and a solemn expression, holding a huge stone sword in his hand.

Not far from the village, there is a lake with green waters. The agarwood trees on the shore are extremely tall and lush. There are many dead trees, with broken branches and leaves falling into the lake, and the lake water actually exudes a faint agarwood smell.

More than 20 years ago, Fang Zhiliang and Liu Chengwei stayed in Mingjia Village for a long time. The past was lingering in my heart and could not be forgotten.

"How could there be a stone statue at the entrance of the village?" Mu Changfeng was determined to distract Fang Zhiqiang and deliberately asked about the origin of the stone statue.

Fang Zhiqiang pointed to the lake not far away and said, "It is the Perfume Lake. A hundred years ago, there were water monsters there. The old village chief at that time was named Mingyue, who had retired for a long time. For the safety of the villagers, he killed the water monster with the demon-slaying sword passed down from generation to generation by the family."

Mu Changfeng said: "I understand. The villagers are grateful for his kindness and specially created a stone statue."

"It's not entirely because of gratitude," Fang Zhiliang looked up at the stone statue, and his respect was beyond words. "The demon-slaying sword was cursed by a demon. If the descendants of the Ming family dared to use this sword again, they would pay the price of their lives. For the sake of the villagers, the old man did not hesitate to use this sword and died after being cursed."

"Sacrifice yourself as others is a real man." Mu Changfeng felt awe-inspiring and bowed solemnly.

Fang Zhiqiang said: "The old man left his last words before his death and built his stone statue standing at the entrance of the village. He wanted to protect the village for generations. The villagers were influenced by his benevolence and righteousness, and his story was passed down from generation to generation."

Mu Changfeng said: "I understand, no wonder there are many people in Mingjia Village who are willing to sacrifice their lives for you. They grew up in the hometown of heroes. They have listened to hero stories since childhood. They have the kindness and bloodiness of heroes in their bones. There has been a plague here. Have the senior sister saved them for this?"

"That's not," Fang Zhiliang shook his head, "Twenty-four years ago, Cheng Wei and I lived in the house of Mr. Mingjing, and suddenly a group of robbers who came from other places came. They killed and robbed people and robbed them, and did everything they wanted. It was me who set up a trap to catch the robbers and sent them to the government for punishment."

"How did senior sister set the trap?" Mu Changfeng asked interestingly.

Fang Zhiliang said: "I carved a portrait of agarwood and spread it with gold powder. Several robbers mistakenly thought it was made of gold and fought with each other. They didn't expect that I had mixed cartilage in the gold powder. When it broke out, my whole body was weak and my muscles and bones were sore and soft, and we could catch it."

Mu Changfeng smiled and said, "It turns out that my senior sister was good at pranking people a long time ago."

"Hmph..." Fang Zhiliang stared at Mu Changfeng, "Yes, I have always been good at slandering people. I am now calm and telling the past. Do you think I have a good impression of you, or do you deliberately pretend to be harmless before slapping you?"

"It's coming again," Mu Changfeng was used to Fang Zhiran's words from time to time, and smiled helplessly, "I don't want to speculate on your thoughts now. Senior sister will do whatever she wants to do, and she will do whatever she wants to do. I'm already planning to go to Yiai Temple to lift the seal."

"No, I don't have the time to feel the feeling of being a living person."

"I don't understand. My senior sister is not afraid of the sun now. She eats whenever she wants, drinks whenever she wants, sleeps when she wants, and has breathing pulse and heartbeat, just like a living person. Why do you never forget to combine it with your own bones? Since my senior sister has the ability to make herself the same as a living person, what have you done long ago?"

Fang Zhiliang's face was pale and said coldly: "It has nothing to do with you."

"Have you used tricks? The power of this trick backfire is extremely strong?" Mu Changfeng had been worried for a long time, and finally plucked up his courage to reveal his worries. "If this is the case, it's best for senior sister to turn back to its original appearance. Just be a ghost. If you don't have to wait for a long time, I will go to Yiai Temple to relieve it..."

Fang Zhiliang shouted angrily and said, "I said it has nothing to do with you. You don't have to worry about my affairs. If you upset me, you Mu's people will not be able to have a good time."

"Who are you scared? You are so soft-hearted. You changed your mind before you take action and save us again." Mu Changfeng believed that Fang Zhiran's feelings for the Mu family had not disappeared, and he also believed that no matter how anxious or angry she was, she would not hurt the Mu family.

Fang Zhiliang pointed at Mu Changfeng with a whip and said, "Anyone's patience has a bottom line. I said in advance that I will not investigate the cause of my death again, and don't think about seeking justice for me anymore. I will never owe you a little in my life. Remember what I said, otherwise I will not spare the Mu family."

Mu Changfeng said: "You don't want to owe me a little bit, because you don't want to be unable to take action when you take revenge on me. Since that's the case, how could you hurt the Mu family? Is this too contradictory?"

Fang Zhiliang's thoughts were exposed with one word, and there was no way to argue.
Chapter completed!