Ying Feiyang left Chu Song's room in an unknown mood. He had thought that he could solve the problem at Jinping Mountain Village, but this was the beginning of the trouble. The resurrection of the dead, the separation between the master and the servant. Looking at Chu Song who was sobbing silently, Ying Feiyang wanted to console him, but as an outsider, he did not know where to start. He could only leave silently and close the door for Chu Song …
Only when he walked out of the courtyard did Ying Feiyang let out a long sigh. He felt like he was a deserter, escaping from the battlefield.
At this moment, he saw Zhao Ya's "Yaxin Residence". Han Fu was supporting Zhao Ya as they slowly walked out. Zhao Ya's footsteps were light, like a weak willow in the wind. Her blue gown made her face look even paler. Her brows were not as dignified as they used to be, but more miserable. It seemed that she was as heartbroken as the rumors said.
Not far away, he could faintly hear the two women's conversation. He heard Han Fu say gently, "Your body is not well, so don't send me off. Go back to your room and rest. Be at ease and don't think too much."
Zhao Ya gritted her teeth and said, "Be at ease? How do you want me to be at ease? The resurrection of the dead is just a fantasy. Someone must be plotting against young master, but young master has been bewitched by that lingering female ghost and doesn't even know it! "
Han Fu caressed her back and calmed her down. "Alright, alright. Gongzi isn't a greenhorn. Even though he is arrogant, he knows what he's doing. Furthermore, this matter concerns the mistress of the house, so he'll be extra careful."
Zhao Ya shook her head and said, "But what can't he tell us? The resurrection of the dead is such a big matter, but he is not even willing to tell us the cause and effect. "
Han Fu said, "Young master also said that he found a reclusive person. Strange people do strange things, and the person asked us not to leak this matter. Young master will naturally keep his promise. It's not that he doesn't trust us."
Zhao Ya said unwillingly, "In my opinion, how can there be any resurrection of the dead? It must be that little girl, Xie Lingyan. She has been secretly in love with Young Master for a long time. She really thinks that no one can see through it. She must be pretending to be her aunt …"
"Look at you, you're talking nonsense again. You asked me to test her, and I tested her today. She's exactly the same as the Mistress in my memory. She even knows a little secret that only the Mistress and I know. How can she be an imposter?" Han Fu shook her head and sighed. She looked at Zhao Ya pitifully and said, "Sister Ya, if it wasn't for Master, you and I would have been buried in the Nan Miao tribe's Ten Thousand Corpse Pit for many years. Both of us have been saved from hell. As your sister, I should give you a piece of advice. You should be content with what you have and not be stubborn and insistent. Jiejie, your temperament and intelligence are a hundred times better than mine. Now you are the manager of the famous Jinping Mountain Manor. Everyone has to respect you. I, on the other hand, was mediocre and mediocre. That was why I left the village early to marry outside. But now that my husband and my wife are together, I am also very happy. Although the young master is unparalleled in the world, he may not be a good match for you. "
Zhao Ya smiled sadly and said, "Insistent? How can a demon like me dare to ask for anything? I only want to stay by Master's side. I don't want to see Master sad. But the appearance of that woman will hurt Master … "
"I'm not sure if it will hurt Master, but Master is still fine now. You're the first to get hurt. Even if it's for Master, you should take care of your body first. Alright, it's windy outside. You should go back and recuperate …" Han Fu tried her best to persuade Zhao Ya before she pushed her back into the courtyard.
Although Ying Feiyang did not mean it, he felt embarrassed when he heard the conversation between the two ladies. He hid for a while and pretended that he had just come out. He said, "Sister Han Fu, are you done visiting?"
Han Fu nodded lightly and did not beat around the bush. She said directly, "If you're done, I'll bring you to the male guest's room. There are many female guests in Jinping Mountain Villa. I can't let you wander around."
Han Fu led the way and Ying Feiyang followed closely behind. Along the way, the winding corridors and fine houses were elegant. Red leaves fluttered down with frost, covering the chirping of autumn insects. They even saw a few demons who were fighting insects at the door. They were now in the backyard, half-squatting on the ground and digging the soil and stones, looking for insects that were hiding in it. They chattered and made a lot of noise, covering the chirping of the insects. In such a huge mountain villa, they seemed to be the only carefree people.
After a long detour, they arrived at the most remote corner of the mountain villa. They finally arrived at the male guest's courtyard, but —
"This is basically a woodshed …" Ying Feiyang looked around and could not help but think to himself.
Not to mention that it was remote, the houses here were obviously dilapidated. There were even piles of firewood inside, which made Ying Feiyang speculate.
Han Fu also saw through Ying Feiyang's thoughts and said awkwardly, "Young Master rarely keeps male guests. This place has been abandoned for a long time, so it was used as … Well, it's not that Young Master is deliberately making things difficult for you. Anyway, my husband is also staying here. You can be considered as companions."
Ying Feiyang had never cared about trivial things like daily life, so he followed them in. Just as he entered the courtyard, he heard the sound of wind breaking. He saw a male demon standing in the courtyard with his back bent. He was waving a hatchet in his hand and chopping firewood. His movements were swift and fierce, as if he was going to split the firewood and the ground under his feet into two. When he withdrew his knife, it was clean and neat. Just from this posture, it could be seen that his cultivation was not low.
Seeing this, Han Fu quickly stepped forward and rebuked, "Husband, I told you to rest here. Why are you chopping firewood? Aren't you tired?" As she said this, she took out a silk handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat on the man's forehead.
Looking at the intimate manner, it was obvious that the man in front of him was the husband that Han Fu had mentioned. From the previous conversation, Ying Feiyang already knew that Han Fu was the same as Zhao Ya. They had followed Young Master Ling since the establishment of the villa. In terms of seniority, they were older than Qin Feng. Being able to marry the senior maid of Jinping Villa from Young Master Ling, who liked women and men, this man was definitely not ordinary.
But after a closer look, this demon had an ordinary appearance, a sturdy body, thick eyebrows and big eyes. Because of his wife's intimate actions in front of outsiders, his dark skin was embarrassed to the point of redness, making him look even more honest and slow.
"I'm not tired. I'm just bored, so I found some work to do. I'm not sweating. Don't wipe, there's someone watching …" The man was a little embarrassed as he gently pushed Han Fu away.
Han Fu stretched out her slender finger and pointed at his forehead. She complained, "You fool, you have a life of hard work! If I didn't know better, I would think that you are a hired helper. "
The man gave a silly smile and said, "To be able to marry you from Young Master, being a hired helper for the rest of my life is worth it."
Han Fu blushed and said, "I just said you were silly, and now you're saying you're obedient. Shameless. Alright, let me introduce you."
Han Fu pulled the man over and said to Ying Feiyang, "This is my husband. He doesn't have a surname like you humans. You can just call him Tie Shan."
"This is Ying Feiyang, a guest of the villa. For the next few days, you will be staying in the same courtyard. Get to know each other. At the same time, you can keep an eye on each other. There are so many beautiful sisters in the villa, so you won't run around at night. " Han Fu teased. As she said, there were many women in the villa, so it was inconvenient. So even though they were husband and wife, they had to temporarily live in two different places.
"Of course not … of course not …" Tie Shan touched the back of his head and mumbled.
Ying Feiyang saw his wooden appearance and became even more curious. She couldn't help but ask, "To be able to marry the Han Clan's elder sister from Jinping Villa, Brother Tie Shan must be extraordinary. How did Brother do it?"
Tie Shan said, "Hehe, I was just lucky. I relied on my brute force. Just like my wife said, a foolish demon has a foolish fortune."
Han Fu laughed and scolded, "Isn't that so? You came to ask for my hand in marriage, but when you heard that Young Master wasn't willing to let me get married, you didn't use your brain and steeled your heart to snatch the bride. Is Jinping Villa a place you can barge into? Serves you right for taking a palm from Young Master for nothing. "
Tie Shan acted as if he had done something wrong. He lowered his head and whispered, "So be it. My skin is thick anyway, so nothing happened."
Han Fu sneered again, "What do you mean nothing? You think it's because of your ability? Young Master purposely tested you and went easy on you. Otherwise, not to mention taking a palm from Young Master, you wouldn't even be able to pass Qin Feng's test! Luckily your heart is still considered sincere. Otherwise, I wouldn't have let you off so easily! "
Even though Han Fu was scolding him, there was a sweet smile between her brows. Even though it was only a few words, Ying Feiyang already understood the gist of the matter. She couldn't help but feel deep respect for the ordinary looking Tie Shan. He barged into Peacock Villa alone to snatch the bride and demanded for her in front of Young Master Ling. Even in front of Young Master Ling's demonic might, he didn't give in at all and forcefully took a palm from Young Master Ling. What kind of courage was this? With such sincerity, it was no wonder that Young Master Ling would let him go.
After exhorting a few more words, Han Fu had other matters to attend to and left first. Ying Feiyang wanted to chat with Tie Shan and ask him about the specifics of how he kidnapped the bride. However, Tie Shan was not good with words. He answered one question after another but could not get to the main point after a long time. Finally, Ying Feiyang gave up talking to him and returned to his room to meditate and cultivate his Qi.
Even though they were in the same courtyard, Ying Feiyang and Tie Shan's rooms were at one end of the room and did not disturb each other. It was a quiet and peaceful residence. It was the time of the cold dew and the insects outside the window were chirping non-stop. The chirping of the insects had a natural rhythm. Ying Feiyang's Qi circulated according to the rhythm of the chirping, but his mind was unable to calm down and drifted further and further away.
"Even though the Fairy's life is not in danger, I don't know when she will wake up. This is really worrying …"
"Can the dead really come back to life? Or is there something else? Is that person really my Shishu Xie Anping?"
"Even if she is his niece, she looks too much like Xie Lingyan. Could she really be Xie Lingyan in disguise?"
After an unknown period of time, Ying Feiyang found himself stumbling in the wilderness. The dark sky was like a huge coffin lid, emitting a suffocating pressure. All around him was a vast expanse of damp and cold fog, like a ghost waking up from a deep sleep. It began to hover, surge, stretch, and invade along the wilderness.
Deep in the fog, a vague voice of a woman's singing could be heard. "The chirping of the insects, the crying of the insects. When the red leaves fall, the soul breaks. My life is unlucky, my husband's heart is lost. Our fate in this life has not ended. When the Yellow Spring looks back, I will invite you again … "
The song was sorrowful, sorrowful, and somewhat ghostly. Ying Feiyang parted the thick fog and ran forward, trying to find the source of the song. He saw a woman standing alone in the hazy fog, seemingly illusory at the same time.
Ying Feiyang put his hand on her shoulder. The woman turned back, revealing a beautiful but pale face.
It was Xie Lingyan's face.
"Senior Apprentice-Sister?" Ying Feiyang called out in confusion.
Xie Lingyan's eyes were wide open, but the skin and flesh on her face seemed to have melted, falling down, leaving only empty eye sockets and white bones.
Her voice was still gentle and beautiful. Her upper and lower mouth bones opened and closed, spitting out a soft voice, "You've got the wrong person. I'm your Martial Aunt …"
"Ah!" Ying Feiyang suddenly woke up, realizing that he was still on the bed. After coming back to his senses, he immediately scolded himself. When he was meditating, he let his imagination run wild. Serves him right that he almost went mad.
Looking outside the room, the light had already dimmed. Unknowingly, it was already night. He almost went mad, so Ying Feiyang did not dare to continue cultivating. He simply took off his outer clothes and prepared to sleep.
But just as he closed his eyes, he heard a scolding voice coming from outside.
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