Panguan

She said, "This is my blessed land", and said, "There should be an end to the fate of the world."

But why do you say this is a blessed land?

What is the meaning of the fate of the world?

Zhang Yalin stood up, brushing the ashes from his trousers, his face looked like he had swallowed a toad alive.

In front of so many people, he couldn't say anything to his sister, so he just glanced at Zhang Lan and swallowed his white eyes.

As a result, he found that Zhang Lan was staring at the things left by Zhang Wan with a thoughtful expression on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.

Based on Zhang Yalin's understanding of her, this aunt either noticed some clues, or remembered some related rumors.

Either way he was curious.

In the past, the siblings would have ten thousand ways of discussing without being noticed. But at this moment, everything is useless.

After all, the people in front of them are all ancestors, and those ten thousand ways are probably left over from the play of these people. If they use it, the effect is equivalent to going to the street with a loudspeaker.

It's better to be honest and low-key, and wait and see.

Compared with them, the ancestors are much more straightforward.

Wen Shi walked to the side of the couch, raised his fingers to the edge of the cloth and took another look, and asked Xie, "Do you have a relationship with her?"

Xie Wen looked at the cloth, raised his eyes after a while and said, "Actually, you have seen it too."

As soon as the words came out, he was surprised when he heard it: "Me?"

Xie Wen nodded.

When I heard it, I frowned and thought about it, but I didn't have any clue: "When?"

Xie asked, "Do you remember a place called Liuzhuang?"

"Liuzhuang..." Wen Shi repeated it in a low voice, feeling a little familiar. After all, he has been ups and downs in the world for too many years, has encountered too many things, and his memory is so messy that he didn't react for a while.

It was Bu Ning who gave a soft "oh" and said, "Liuzhuang."

Look at him when you smell it.

Bu Ning's memory stays thousands of years ago, and it's not that difficult to search through those old things. He reminded: "Do you remember the year before we went down the mountain, once at the exercise platform on the mountainside, Zhong Si and I got into an argument for some reason, and I said that there will be a catastrophe in six days..."

He froze for a moment when he heard it, and finally remembered.

Of course he remembered that day.

He was 19 years old, and for the first time in his dream, he saw his dusty self and such a dusty self.

That dream was too hasty and occupied all his mind. So much so that he almost forgot that there were actually many trivial things that happened that day, big and small, one of which was Bu Ning's casual saying "There will be a catastrophe in six days".

Bu Ning didn't say many similar words, but definitely a lot, most of them were subconscious, even he couldn't react.

He often froze for a moment after he finished speaking, waved his hand and added: "It's not true to say what you say. You don't need to think about it, just pay attention to yourself these few days."

Facts have proved that most of Bu Ning's words are accurate. It's just that there are some things, even if you pay attention, you can't guard against them, just like a hurdle that you can't avoid.

At first, they will feel a little annoyed when they hear it. Later, I gradually discovered that even if those hurdles cannot be avoided, it will not be a big deal when we actually cross them.

After a long time and many times, Bu Ning's words no longer startled them.

As he said that day: "There will be a great disaster in six days."

Zhong Si replied: "Don't be afraid, the worst is not to go down the mountain."

But that being said, they're not entirely indifferent—

During those two days, Bu Ning often woke up in the middle of the night, feeling restless. So he lined up the copper plates and did a fortune-telling calculation, but the result was not very good, so he dug up the brothers and said, "I see that the mountain is not stable, and the villages below the mountain may suffer."

During that time, it was raining heavily around Songyun Mountain, and the scene he mentioned was not without warning signs.

When they heard about it, they thought about it, and they really couldn't listen to the destiny and stand by, so they reinforced the mountain overnight, especially the side near the village, and put a blocking formation.

In those few days, they practiced their daily homework absent-mindedly, staring at the formation stones and talisman papers in turn. Zhong Si and Zhuang Ye, who usually like to go down the mountain the most, are much more peaceful. They just stayed in the mountain honestly and didn’t go anywhere place.

Just waited until nightfall on the sixth day...

It was calm and calm, and nothing happened.

If there was anything that could be considered a "disaster", it was that at dusk on the sixth day, a rock loosened and fell off the easternmost mountain wall of the village, rolled down the ridge, and rushed towards a certain house.

It is said that there were not many people in the house, and they ran fast, even the old man avoided it in time.

What's more, the rock didn't hit the house in the end, but stopped a few feet away from the chicken shed...

Not even a chicken is missing a hair.

To Wen Shi and the others that day, it was a false alarm. But they didn't feel that their efforts were wasted, on the contrary, they were in a good mood.

Zhong Si sneered and teased Bu Ning all night, and finally ended up in the familiar form of "being thrown into the maze".

Interrupted by this incident, I didn't even have time to think about those dreams when I was listening for a few days.

Until the early morning two days later, when the sky was bright, he opened his eyes early as usual, tied up his hair, used one hand as a bird stand for the golden-winged roc, and climbed up the tallest pine branch with a puppet string in the other hand.

He was biting the puppet thread and wrapping it around his finger, when he suddenly heard the door of the house on the top of the mountain creak and open. Chen Bubu came out, and when the red burqa was put on, the hem of the robe swept over the hanging vines.