v3 Chapter 911： Pull it.........

A large bowl of rice noodles, topped with a layer of fragrant braised chicken, then sprinkled with thick cilantro, and finally poured two tablespoons of dried hot peppers, the man eats sour and dripping, only feels a lot of Shutai, and then Put a big mouthful of ice beer, almost straightforward.

Yan Huihong did not directly wipe the corners of his mouth with his back. He then walked out of the "Liu Kee Rice Noodle Shop" with his hand on his waist. He did not go far, and he leaned on the side of the road. I took out a cigarette and ignited it. While swallowing the clouds, I followed my sisters in the hair salon shop on the opposite street.

This is an old street. It is not an ancient town. It is just a small block formed between old buildings. The road is very narrow, but it is all-in-one, selling and selling meat and selling. The meat is also everything.

"Big brother, come in and sit down (do it), big brother........." The woman standing at the door of the hair salon warmly greeted Yan Huihong.

They are enthusiastic, they are hospitable, they are very concerned about every man who has been busy with his family for the family. He even took the hand and pulled these men into his house to take a break and talk to each other.

Yan Huihong feels that every city seems to have such an old street. Here, the sincerity and care of the people who are gradually fading under the influence of the current money-raising trend are preserved. This impetuous society. It is only in them that we can find some traces of the remains of the ancients.

Really,

The world is not old enough.

Along the small street and those who are warm and kind, they have been eyebrows for a long time. Yan Huihong did not choose to disturb them. Why do they want to trouble people?

Yan Huihong’s gaze was attracted by an old man carrying a bamboo pole.

It is not because Yan Huihong's taste has become so strange and twisted, but because he saw something unusual in the old man.

"This year, this kind of thing is a small number of things, here you can still meet and run around the street."

After dropping the cigarette **** and stepping on it, Yan Huihong took the initiative to follow the past and reached out and patted the old man's slightly embarrassed shoulder. "Old man, how is this medicine sold?"

The old man's bamboo building is filled with herbs. On the west side of Guangxi, herbs are relatively common.

"You want to buy?" The old man looked a bit pale, but it looked very spirited. There was no turbid color in the eyes. See Yan Huihong to buy medicine. When the bamboo poles are unloaded, they will be waisted. The small scale is used to take off the weighing.

“What kind of?” the old man asked. “How much?”

"You have more than oneself, call it awkward." Yan Huihong said to his ear.

It was said that the old man was amazed first, and then a bitter smile appeared. The somewhat sturdy figure was straightened up at this time. "I thought that the current dusty Xuan Xiu is rare. It is also old." Luck is too bad."

"Oh, don't pretend, look at it for five hundred years, but your predecessor is not ginseng at all. It is nothing more than a carrot for twenty or thirty years. What do you mean with me?" Yan Huihong smiled, the other side That little trick actually thought of being confused before him.

Seeing that his disguise was torn open, the old man knew that he couldn't do it. He didn't have the confidence to fight with the one in front of him with his own technique, so he recognized it awkwardly.

"Let's take me to your radish pit and take a look. I am very curious. What is it that makes you look like this?"

............

"Grandma's, is there a piece of virgin forest on this mountain?" Yan Huihong is not a native, but he knows that even the original forest of this size will be preserved until at least a sign of a scenic spot is now a tourist attraction. Now it is still a little-known, and even Yan Huihong has seen many graves.

Seeing that one grave is not like a rich and powerful family, how can you be buried in such a good place?

"It also appeared half a year ago. I am also very curious. There are not many people who know it now. It seems that everyone has not found the same." The old man who led the way explained.

"Everyone did not find out?" Yan Huihong is a taste of some of the taste, this place is now, should be related to the audience, so the impact of the broadcast has been dealt with, after all, this is considered a supernatural phenomenon.

A piece of virgin forest appeared on a hill close to the county. Isn't this a nonsense?

It may take a while for people to discover it "take it for granted", and then it is not surprising at all. This technique is very familiar to the broadcast. In other words, only broadcast can do this.

Stretching his hand on a large banana leaf, Yan Huihong looked at the remaining green juice on his finger.

This kind of essence can be directly used as a medicine, but you must know that this body can only be a banana.

If the pre-Qin monks passed through here, or the intensive type of the metaphysical type of audience, it is sure that this place will be regarded as a cultivating hole, and the aura of the surrounding area will be so simple that it will be devastating, and the vegetation that was originally found in the mountains actually grows out. The effect of the medicine, the carrot in front of the eyes actually became fine under the chance, the big radish can actually become an old man.

"It's here." The old man pointed to a place in front and then stepped back.

There is a pit in this place, and the roots of several plants around it stalked here to protect the pit like a fence.

Everything in the world is spiritual. Obviously, this is also the intention of the vegetation here.

Yan Huihong discovered that the surrounding spiritual power is to spread out from the center of the hole. The aura here is also the strongest!

"But here, there is nothing left." Yan Huihong blinked, although he felt that he threatened a big radish a bit too much, but still sighed: "What?"

"Things?" The old man looked very surprised. "There is nothing."

"Nothing? Nothing can make you a radish?" Yan Huihong is obviously not convinced.

"Remember that night, someone came here to dig a grave and take away an urn. Then I suddenly woke up. The brothers and sisters around me woke up one by one, but now I can only illusion. Human form." The old man is very wronged.

"A man, dug a grave?"

Yan Huihong frowned,

It won't be that one.

Some things are absolutely secret in a circle. For example, Qin Yang is obviously an absolute disadvantage in the exchange with Fusu, but in another circle, it is not a secret, especially the testimony of that night. The change of the guardian's business, at least in the circle of Yan Huihong is open news.

It is said that there was still a big man sitting in the town of Guangxi. As a result, the guardian of the previous generation of the testimony personally dug out the grave of the deceased wife and took out the casket, and then drifted away with the ashes of the deceased wife.

However, the previous generation of amnesty has already left the train, so some specific details have not been verified, but Yan Huihong feels that he may find the place.

But is the guardian's brain good?

This is not a defeat. This is completely ruining the home. I will spread my own vitality like no money, and it will be cheaper and cheaper. I will give it to my son!

It’s weird to say that you’re not playing in the end!

Yan Huihong took a deep breath, it is a pity that after half a year, the source has long since dissipated, and it has been absorbed by these vegetations without dissipating. This is of no use to Yan Huihong. He has already reached this level after all. The ordinary medicine stone has no effect on the cultivation of oneself.

However, Yan Huihong was very curious. He was very curious about what he did at the time and how he did it.

At the moment, Yan Huihong stretched out with one hand and his mental power began to emanate.

"Give me the pictures of your memory that day, I won't be embarrassing you. In addition, I know that you can understand what I mean, dare to play with silly, and I can't take it home."

Gradually, the surrounding vegetation shook slightly, as if they had succumbed to the temperament of Yan Huihong.

The surrounding environment was stained with a layer of powder at this time. Yan Huihong saw a bloated middle-aged man with a shovel in his hand and Yan Huihong subconsciously let him stand in the pit. On the other side, I was afraid of "blocking" him.

The middle-aged man began to shove the soil with a shovel. His movements were not very fast. It seemed that the middle-aged physical strength of the man was not good. At the same time, he was talking about himself while digging the soil. These words sounded like they were squatting. Homely, but when you say it from the other person's mouth, it has a different feeling.

It is a kind of sincerity, one word, very common and very ordinary, there is no classic love story, it is also a trivial matter, but it can touch people's hearts.

Yan Huihong is not a sentimental person, but he noticed a detail, that is, normal people usually throw soil into their hands when shoveling dirt, which is convenient and labor-saving, but the other party has piled up the soil around half a circle. The other side.

It seems that... it is deliberately not wanting to pour the soil to Yan Huihong's own feet and stain his shoes.

But this happened more than half a year ago. It was just a reappearance of fine vegetation memories.

The grave was dug up, and the man picked up a gray casket, as if he had re-raised his wife's hand and was telling the whispering words between the husband and wife.

In the distance, there was another illusion, this person Yan Huihong knows, is a big man in Guangxi, and now he has been on the train. It seems that the thing is true, that night Really here with him watching him dig the grave.

The middle-aged man seemed to have found the man, and he was ready to leave with the urn. Before he left, he dropped the shovel and just dropped it at the foot of Yan Huihong. Of course, the shovel was also a shadow. It was the time. Picture.

Immediately, the middle-aged man and the big sister talked a few words, then the man began to descend, and the Guangxi big sister followed him down the mountain, and the picture disappeared.

Yan Huihong frowned, then bent down and reached for a moment in the lush grass in front of his feet, and a shovel was lying here.

"Take it........."

Yan Huihong snorted a little unbelievably, but he still picked up the shovel and squatted and filled the pit back one by one.

"It must be pulling........."

Yan Huihong is still a little unbelievable.