Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 4522
"Has the tiger rider come?" Liu Dixiana asked with excitement and nervousness on his face.

Before Yang Ruoqing could answer, the Moxie sword she held in her hand suddenly jerked up. The blade became hot, and a powerful force rushed into her body along the arm holding the sword, making her suddenly excited.

"It doesn't matter what it rides, even Grandma who rides a dragon will chop off one of its paws!" Yang Ruoqing said excitedly.

After finishing the words, a cold light flashed in his hands, and a cold arc flashed across the night, his figure leaped up lightly, and he made a somersault in the air and landed firmly in the middle of the cemetery, stepping on a grave mound.

Holding the sword in his hand, he picked up a gorgeous sword flower, and then with both hands holding the sword, he shouted and slashed out a green sword aura out of thin air in the direction of the sound of the wind...

The sound of the wind stopped suddenly, and everything returned to silence.

Yang Ruoqing still maintained the posture of holding the sword, but turned her head to look at Liu Dixian behind her, her eyes were full of inquiries.

Liu Dixian also came to Yang Ruoqing's side. He looked around and said, "The one riding the tiger is gone."

"Gone? Did you get scared away by my sword?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Liu Dixian's eyes returned to the Mo Xie sword in Yang Ruoqing's hand, and his pupils shrank for a while.

"This sword is absolutely extraordinary! Madam Luo has this sword by her side, so there is no need to be afraid of the dangerous dragon pool and tiger's lair!"

Hearing Liu Dixian's words, Yang Ruoqing smiled happily.

She raised two fingers and lightly brushed across the blade of Mo Xiejian, pursing her lips proudly.

"To be honest, this sword is connected with my heart." She said.

Liu Dixian said: "I heard that only Mrs. Luo can pull out the scabbard of this sword, and no one else can pull it out. Even General Luo is so brave, can't let it out of the scabbard?"

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Liu Dixian exclaimed again, "The sword that can recognize the master is spiritual. It is a treasure, but it depends on who falls into the water. It can only be used as a treasure if it falls into Mrs. Luo's hands. If someone else has it, over there It's an iron rod for burning fire, Mrs. Luo, is that what you think?"

Iron rod for burning fire?
Yang Ruoqing was amused by Liu Dixian's metaphor.

"Yes, that is indeed the reason."

The Mo Xie sword in his hand seemed to understand Liu Dixian's teasing of it, the blade of the sword trembled slightly and let out a low cry.

It seems to be protesting against the word 'fire stick'.

Yang Ruoqing smiled, raised her hand to press it, "You are my treasure, you can't change it for a thousand dollars!"

The sword energy faded, Mo Xiejian calmed down like a child, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Yang Ruoqing put the scabbard back on and jumped off the grave.

The top of the grave is the private house of the deceased, and it would be impolite to stand on the roof of someone else's house, so she jumped down to talk to Liu Dixian.

"Sir, what shall we do next?" she asked.

Liu Dixian stroked his beard, pondered for a while, and said: "It seems that there will be no other movements tonight. Let's go back to the village first, and then discuss after returning to the village!"

When the two returned to the village, they found that the main room was brightly lit. Yang Huazhong and Luo Tiejiang were sitting face to face, drinking tea, chatting while waiting for their return.

"came back!"

Yang Huazhong saw it first, so he got up quickly and went to the door of the main room.

"How's it going? What's the situation with that tiger rider? Has he come out tonight?" Yang Huazhong asked anxiously.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Come out, I was scared away by my sword before I saw you."

"Ah?" Yang Huazhong was stunned.

Liu Dixian came in immediately and told Yang Huazhong and Luo Tiejiang what happened at Luanfengang earlier.

Yang Huazhong and Luo Tiejiang looked at each other. Although they couldn't be there in person, they both felt lingering fear when they thought of the scene in their minds.

"The one who rides the tiger is probably a beast in the mountains. It has absorbed the essence of the heavens, the earth, the sun and the moon. It has spirituality, but it has not yet become a big climate. It can only come out to bully those lonely ghosts who have no master..."

After pondering for a while, Liu Dixian made such a guess about the unknown creature riding a tiger.

Yang Huazhong and the others nodded.

Blacksmith Luo said: "The Mianniu Mountain stretches for hundreds of miles. There are countless peaks in the mountain. There are many deep mountains and old forests that are almost uninhabited. There may be some strange things hidden in them that we have never seen or heard of. !"

Yang Huazhong also echoed: "Yes, I remember when I was eight or nine years old, it rained heavily one summer night, and there were thunder and lightning."

"The rain fell from the mouth of the patio in the middle of our old Yang's house, and fell into the pool of that well. My mother scooped up a handful of water and looked at it under the lamp,"

"Dear me, where is the rain from the sky? It's red muddy water at all, with an earthy smell."

"After a few days, the rain stopped. Someone went to the mountain and found a big hole on the back of a cliff. The whole cliff seemed to have collapsed, and there were many tit hairs on the ground..."

When Yang Huazhong said this, it also brought back the memory of Blacksmith Luo.

"Third brother, I have an impression of what you said!" Blacksmith Luo said.

"Then someone asked Goddess Li, and Goddess Li said that it was a tit in the mountain that had cultivated to become a spirit, and wanted to ascend to heaven, so God sent down thunder and lightning to punish the tit."

"If this chickadee survives ninety-nine and 81 thunderstorms, it will be able to ascend through the catastrophe!"

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but ask, "Then did the chickadee ascend in the end?"

Both Yang Huazhong and Luo Tiejiang shook their heads, "I don't know, but since then, there has never been such a heavy rain of red mud and water near Mianniu Mountain."

"Did you see the dead tits nearby? It's like the charred one?" Liu Dixian also asked.

Yang Huazhong shook his head again, "I haven't heard of it either."

Liu Dixian stroked his beard and murmured: "Either you have succeeded in crossing the catastrophe, or you have failed, suffered serious injuries, and lost your morality, so you hid and practiced again."

"Practice again? Doesn't it mean that we will soon have to cross the catastrophe and have that kind of red mud and water rain?" Yang Huazhong asked.

Liu Dixian shook his head with a smile.

"These things absorb spiritual energy and practice to cross the catastrophe. They all start with a hundred years. The lifespan of an ordinary person with a mortal body is only one Jiazi. In their eyes, it is like the lifespan of a bug to a person. Don't worry, we It is impossible for men, women and children in the main house and even in the village to see such a scene in their lifetime."

Yang Huazhong smiled sarcastically, "Sir, you're right, I'm the one who worries too much, hehe."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Father, Uncle, Mr. Liu and I saw a pair of old ghosts in the cemetery earlier. There was a fire on the old man's head, and there was a conspicuous cow dung mole on the edge of his left eyebrow."

"The old woman is so bent that her back is almost bent to the ground. The old woman should live in the mass grave area. The old man is not. The old man went there specially to find the old woman."

"It's a pity that the two of them just met, and they were scared away by the tiger rider. Hey, I didn't expect that no matter what the world is, they are the weak and the strong!"

(End of this chapter)