Reverend Insanity

Trees, rooted in hilly soil, stretched green hands to the sky.

A thick trunk, looking away. The lush branches intersect in the middle of the sky.

Beneath these trees, there is a cabin.

The wooden houses are all made of thick trunks that reveal a strong, solid flavour. The cabin was not newly built, but was old enough to climb moss on the surface of the cabin, and even some tree trunks emitted fine branches.

A week round, the wooden house is a tall bamboo fence surrounded by blue spear bamboo. The front and back are vegetable fields, and the center of the vegetable floor is a well built.

At this time, a young, beautiful girl was pouring water by the well.

The clothes on her were simple, but it was difficult to hide her face. She is twenty-eight years old, with big, slippery eyes, clear black and white, and pure as crystals.

Through overlapping lush leaves, the sun shines on her face, reflecting her skin like snow and revealing a translucent redness and warmth.

Her black-haired, skinny, plunging her lovely earlobes half covered.

Pink lips now hold on, biting a bite of the belly teeth, and the face is full of hard work.

She painstakingly filled a full bucket and lifted it from the deep end of the well. Take another breath and move the wooden bucket onto the gray brick floor by the well.

“Hoo-hoo!” the young girl poured a pink parchment, exhaled a turbid breath, and extended her fair hand as a fan, fanning the wind against her cheek.

When I heard the sound of the barrel on the ground, the door of the cabin creaked open and walked out of it an old man.

The old man's hair is doped in black and white, and his face is folded with wrinkles. A pair of old eyes, though muddy, occasionally glitter. It's like an old tiger, old but still there.

“Girl, this bucket is too heavy. I told Dad to bring it up. Why are you pouring behind my back again?” The old man looked at the girl beside the well, and his face revealed the divine colour of mercy.

“Dad!” the girl cried sweetly, "You came back so late from the hunt yesterday, you should sleep a little more this morning. It's just a bucket. Look, I brought it up. ”

“You, love to be strong!” The old man spoke helplessly and drowned in his eyes.

He took a giant step, walked to the well, reached out one hand and grabbed the bucket easily: “Come, girl, Daddy will serve with you. ”

The air is full of wildflowers, the summer wind blows warmly over the treetops and turns into a fresh and deep spectre.

On the vegetable floor in front of the wooden house in the mountains, the daughter poured the dishes carefully, bending over with a ladybug. The father was responsible for fetching water and changing the two buckets alternately. A warm atmosphere for the family, all over this little space.

“Alas, I am old at last, after a few mention, I can't move.” After a moment, the old man stood by the well, wiping the sweat off his head and sighing deeply.

The girl turned back and laughed like a flower. "Dad, you finally know. Already old, love to be strong all the time, tell you how many times, let Brother Er go hunting, you should be at home at this age to enjoy Qingfu. ”

“Heh heh.” The old man smiled and nodded, "According to your second brother's skill, it is enough to storm this mountain forest. Especially his arrow surgery, which was better than when I was younger. But there was one thing I didn't feel comfortable with. He was too wild, bullied and eager to fly. Alas, young people love fantasy, more or less have this problem. ”

“Daddy...” The girl dragged the tone.

The old man laughed more happily. “Yes, you too. You're too young to find a home. Daddy, look for you. Our daughter is the only one in this place. Don't worry, we won't find a good family! ”

The girl suddenly raised two red clouds on her face and was too ashamed to speak.

The old man looked at the sky as if he had seen a good future. He sighed softly: "When your second brother has suffered a little loss and his temperament has subsided, I will stop and never go up the mountain again. Find you a good mother-in-law and watch you marry a big fat boy. Hey, Dad, I'll take my grandson and you'll be all set. A man's life, it's really not easy. How many good things can a hunter do? Alas, when I was younger, it was gone, and it was just your father and me. ”

“Dad, you're wrong.” Girl smiles comforting, "what's left of you, you still have us. ”

“Huh... hmm?” The old man smiled, just about to speak, suddenly heard the movement and turned back violently.

The small bamboo fence door was kicked open from the outside.

“Are you Wang Lao Han?” Fang Yuan's face was cold, his eyes were unseen, and he held a moonlight in his right hand and came first.

The old man was shocked and saw the moonlight in Fang Yuan's hand. He quickly knelt down: “The old man bids his respects to the magician! ”

“Wang Laohan, your son dared to offend me, he has been killed by me. Bring his body!” Fangyuan stood high, staring at the old man kneeling on the ground, and opened the door directly to the mountain.

His voice had just fallen and he walked in from outside the fence with two young hunters, one in front and one carrying Wang Er's body behind him.

When he saw this body, Wang Laohan trembled!

“Second Brother--!” The young girl shouted in desolation and immediately flushed over the body of Wang Er and instantly wept.

“Royal Sister...” Two young hunters, seeing the woman of their hearts crying so hard in front of them, were too impatient to say what they wanted to persuade.

“Wang Laohan, I hear you are the most famous hunter in several nearby villages. At this age, you can still go up the mountain and hunt, and you always have a good harvest. That's good.”

Fang Yuan said that he had been here for a long time, and he continued with no expression: “Now draw me a picture showing all the trap locations in the nearby mountains and the distribution of beasts that you have summarized over the years of hunting. If you paint it, I will pardon your son for offending me. I can't paint it. ”

These villages are controlled by Ancient Moon Village. The villagers in the village are serfs of the Ancient Moon clan.

Now Wang Er is guilty, offending Master, according to the rules of the people, the whole family must be involved!

Wang Laohan's body trembled again and nearly collapsed to the ground. Such a blow, for him, was too big and too sudden.

“Murderer, you're the one who killed my second brother! You come here to ask for your sins? I want revenge for my second brother!!” The young girl screamed, her voice filled with the hatred and anger of the other source, and she rushed to the source.

But she was still on her way, and she was thrust out by a shadow and stopped.

It wasn't those two young hunters who stopped her, it was her old father.

“Bastard!” Wang Laohan shouted a low yell, slapped her hand and slapped her, knocking the girl to the ground.

“Your second brother is dead. Do you want to die too? Do you want me to be a father and die alone?” The old man said that, tears swept and trembled violently.

“Dad!” The girl was sobered up, tears gushed, and the voice was filled with pain, grief, grievance, pity, hatred, helplessness and all sorts of complex emotions.

The old man turned around, facing the source, kneeling softly on his knees, and kneeling on the ground, his forehead touching the ground, kneeling deeply at the feet of the source. His voice swallowed and trembled: "My lord the magician is on, my son has offended you, indeed there is nothing left to die for! Old This is a map for you, you are very generous, please forgive us. ”

Fang Yuan's face was slightly gentle, and he looked down at the old man. “Don't worry, I will spare you as long as you paint truthfully. But you better not lie to me. If I find a slight doubt, your lives will be in danger! ”

“The old man understood, the old man understood.” Wang hunted his head more than just kowtow, "asked the master of the magician to allow him to go back and fetch paper and pen. ”

“No.” Fangyuan waved, looking at the two young hunters who had been forced by the trip, ordered, "You guys go inside, find me a pen and paper, bring it out. ”

“Yes, Master Mage.” Two young men trembled and, deterred by all sources, did not dare to defy at all.

“My Lord, the paper and pen are on the square table in the kitchen.” Wang Laohan is in the sidewalk.

Fang Yuan's eyes glistened and he didn't speak.

Two hunters broke into the cabin and quickly came out with a pen and paper.

The paper here in Nanjiang is specially made of bamboo paper, which is very hard and has a light green colour. Such paper is suitable for the humid climate in Nanjiang.

If it is Xuan paper, it is afraid that after seven or eight days, the tide will get wet.

The old man held a pen and knelt on the floor, drawing a black line. Or bend, or straighten.

He painted more than a dozen pieces of bamboo paper, and a moment later, his hands gave them to Fangyuan.

At a quick glance, they split the bamboo paper in half and handed it to the two young hunters: "Look what's wrong. Every time I find a mistake, I'll reward you with a stone! ”