Mu Changfeng said: "What about destroying that incense plant? The curse will not be enough."

The white-headed man sweated frequently on his forehead and said in a trembling voice: "I am just thinking about this."

Zhou Nianping was very worried about Lin Molong and said, "Doesn't the fragrant tree, will she use other ways to kill Grandpa Lin?"

Mu Changfengshen was surprised by the white-headed man's expression of shock and asked, "Old man, just destroy a tree. Why are you so sad? Is there any hidden secret?"

"This...that...me..." The white-headed man couldn't help but burst into tears. "I have worked hard to cultivate the tree for more than ten years, and I am a little reluctant to leave it."

Mu Changfeng saw that he didn't tell the truth, and felt a terrified in his heart, realizing that the situation was not good.

Zhou Nianping touched his chin with a sly fox eyes and looked at the white-headed man with a pair of cunning fox eyes, "Please tell me clearly how to destroy that tree?"

"Cut with an axe."

"It's very easy." Zhou Nianping was ready to move, "If you don't have one, I'll buy a huge sharp axe in the town. In a flash, the problem will be solved."

"A normal axe cannot be done." The white-headed man waved his hand to stop it, "You have to find a silver axe, with the axe handle carving the other side of the flower of the other side and the flower of the reincarnation."

Mu Changfeng immediately remembered the silver axe in Yun Wuya's hand. Since Lin Yuan has arrived here, Yun Wuya should be nearby and said, "Wait for a moment, I'll go."

As soon as he left, Zhou Nianping felt embarrassed and stood far away from Baitou Weng and waited for half an hour. When Mu Changfeng came back, he held a silver-lit axe in his hand and handed it to Baitou Weng, "But this axe?"

The white-headed man was covered in cold air, but he didn't expect that the sad moment would come so soon.

His hands kept shaking, and he tried his best to hold the silver axe firmly in his hand. "The red one is the red shore flower, and the blue one is the reincarnation flower. It is this axe that was once one of the three treasures of the You Palace."

Zhou Nianping was curious and asked, "Besides the Demon-killing Sword and Silver Axe, what other treasures are there in You Palace?"

"Purple Snow Cone." Baitou Weng replied in a low voice.

Mu Changfeng and Zhou Nian looked at each other, and no one thought that the amethyst hairpin on Xue Mu's cigarette butt would be one of the three treasures of the You Palace.

Since it is the treasure of You Palace, how could it fall into the hands of the demon clan?

Zhou Nianping said: "Let's go and chop that tree now."

The white-headed man clenched his axe and looked up at the sky with his eyes dull, "My husband's children are all pure and kind people, and they should be in the sky now."

Zhou Nianping said: "You can imagine it is a little better. Maybe they were reincarnated in a wealthy family. They wore silk and satin, ate delicacies from mountains and seas, and there were carriages and horses when they went out, and servants and maids followed a group of them. Perhaps both children had a promising future, and were admitted to the juren and passed the Jinshi. Perhaps they were worse than ordinary children, spoiled, had no distinction between groceries and grains."

Mu Changfeng heard what he said in the first part of him, and the more he went to the back, the more outrageous he became, he said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, why is your mouth so annoying?"

Zhou Nianping shrugged indifferently and stuck out his tongue, "A person's mouth is either eating or talking. It's natural to have a good idea."

"Give me a few hours to do something." The white-headed man was weak and too lazy to pay attention to Zhou Nianping, who was full of muddles, rubbed his sore eyes and stood up slowly.

Mu Changfeng was willing to support him, and the white-headed man pushed him away, took small steps, limped back to the cottage with difficulty, carried a bamboo basket, and picked a lot of fruits and vegetables in the farm.

When night falls, the world is very quiet.

I heard the chirping sound of tired birds returning to the nest, and the crescent moon hangs on the treetops, adding a bit of bleakness and desolation.

Fang Zhao was still asleep, breathing heavily and frowning, as if he had recalled the long-standing past in his sleep, sad, heavy, and regretful, as if a wisp of resentful soul, which made him extremely uneasy.

Fang Zhiran held a round fan in her hand and waved it gently to drive away many hateful little flying insects.

Lin Yuan sat by the window, holding a book of "A Collection of Hundred Sketches", and flipping through it carefully. Fang Zhiran looked at him from time to time, and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion. After not seeing him for several days, Lin Yuan was already so calm. The pain of separation and death that he was about to face could not affect the slightest, nor could he hinder his efforts to be strong.

The white-headed man was alone in the kitchen, carefully prepared several plates of dishes, put them into bamboo baskets one by one, found a bottle of wine and a new piece of clothing, and brought them to the well.

Mu Changfeng and Zhou Nianping walked over quietly and saw him take out the dishes, put them in place, and sprinkle a glass of wine in the soil.

"Madam, this is your favorite Huadiao wine you drank during your lifetime. I personally cooked a few dishes for you. I'm sorry for you because my husband is sorry for you. I always quarreled with you in the past."

The white-headed man looked gentle, took a sip of wine, leaned against the edge of the well, "Our couples who have been for more than ten years have never spoken calmly. Other couples beat or scold or love, but we really have a gap in our hearts. If there is a next life, I am willing to be a cow or a horse for you and listen to you in everything."

Zhou Nianping wanted to sarcastically say a few words, but when he saw the blue veins on his forehead on his white-headed man's hands were exposed, his face turned red, as if he was enduring the pain in his heart, he could no longer say the sarcasm.

The night wind blew gently, and the white-headed man's white hair fluttered randomly in the night wind, making him look even more decadent.

He drank wine in big mouthfuls, smiling and sighing.

After drinking all the wine in the bottle, the white-headed man straightened his body and his eyes became extremely bright. "Young man, I know a special trick, which makes me rejuvenate for two hours. Do you want to see it?"

Mu Changfeng's heart suddenly became extremely heavy, and he barely smiled, "I really want to open my eyes."

The white-headed man took off his old clothes full of patch loopholes, put on his new clothes, and flicked his palm on his face, and immediately turned into a young man with black hair and no wrinkles.

He is not a handsome man, but his face is angular, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his vibrant brilliance. As the saying goes, appearance is born from the heart. When he was young, the white-headed man looked like an upright and generous man, which made people suddenly feel close to him.

(End of this chapter)
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