Chapter 37： curse

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Yan Dan was shocked and moved, not because of what Nong Cui said about the curse, but because she would rather let Liu Weiyang be mistaken by her own tribe for the murderer of her mother and would not let him go. This is too much. Too extreme.

Hearing only a soft sound, the jade flute in Liu Weiyang's hand has been unscrewed, revealing the thin sharp blade inside, touching Nong Cui's eyebrows: "I don't like being intimidated by others in my life." He raised his hand, but saw several words. The sword light flashed, instantly splitting the low table beside him into dozens of pieces, and then stretched his sleeves away.

Yan Dan squatted down, picked up a piece of wood and looked up and down. The corners on each side were unusually neat. She couldn't help but mutter, "It's amazing..." She touched her heart, thanking her for the most verbal use. It's cheap, it didn't really annoy Liu Weiyang, otherwise it would be cut into so many pieces, even if she had boundless demon skills, she couldn't fight back.

Nong Cui suddenly raised her hand to cover her face and sobbed.

Yan Dan saw her crying like a pear blossom with rain. Although she felt a little pity, she was really not sympathetic at all. Originally, the emotions between men and women were consensual, but for this purpose, it would be too much. If she was Liu Weiyang, she couldn't stand it. She unconsciously thought, when she first met Nong Cui, she felt that she was both tender and beautiful, but she didn't expect it to be like this. Their family can be regarded as a distinguished family in the Luoyue clan. Didn't her parents teach them well? Ever her? How did she develop this temperament?

When they walked out of the Yizhuang, the warm and transparent sunlight greeted their faces. I just heard Yu Mo suddenly whispered: "Sometimes, feelings really make people crazy."

Yan Dan thought for a while, smiled slightly and said: "Emotions themselves don't make people crazy, but the weakness of human nature will make that deep-seated person crazy."

Yu Mo lowered his eyes and gave an inaudible smile: "That's right."

Yan Dan was very unhappy, and pouted slightly: "You also praise me a few words anyway, just so lightly ‘that’s true,’ without any sincerity."

Yu Mo stopped and involuntarily reached out and pulled her shoulders, but when he saw Yan Dan's proud face, which seemed to have written "Quickly praise me, praise me hard", he was silent. . After a long time, he said softly: "...I can't say it, let's forget it."

Seeing him turning around to leave, Yan Dan quickly grabbed his arm and stumbled and said, "Yu Mo, you were injured because of me before... I know, it's all my bad... But, uh. ,Thank you……"

Yu Mo turned his head and smiled slowly: "No thanks, it's not the first time anyway, I'm familiar with it."

Yan Dan was immediately embarrassed.

However, the curse in Nong Cui's mouth continued, like a plague, slowly and quietly spreading among the Luo Yue clan.

The second person lying in the coffin of Yizhuang was the father of the young man Yilan who wanted to tear off the portrait of Nan Zhao that day.

When Yi Lan's father was a young man, he was a famous warrior of the Luoyue Clan, and later became the patriarch of the Luoyue Clan. He was also stabbed to death by a sword in his chest, and the wound was still cut from his chest to under his ribs, and it was uneven in depth, as if it had been cut by an unopened sword. If Nongcui's mother could still be attacked by an acquaintance with ordinary skills, how could Yilan's father be succeeded by a mediocre hand?

Before his death, Yi Lan's father tried his last bit of effort to crawl out of the room, and shouted with exhaustion, "This is a curse! They, they are back!" He spurted blood on his chest and was stained with blood. Half of his face is very hideous.

By the time Yan Dan and the others arrived, Yi Lan's father was already dead. He twisted his face and fell into a pool of blood, his eyes widened, his face seemed to have an indescribable panic.

Seeing them, Yi Lan rushed forward like crazy, his eyes were red, and he shouted: "It's all you foreigners! You brought the curse! I will kill you, kill you!" Yan Dan knew he was right. At times the heart was lost, and the anger would come to them, which was excusable, so he dodged and avoided without saying a word.

But seeing Liu Weiyang taking a step forward, a sleeve pulled him aside, and said coldly: "Think about it for yourself, where is the curse in this world?"

Yi Lan fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time, still staring at him stubbornly. Suddenly I heard Nong Cuiman's voice: "Come down and think about it, who in our clan has this patriarch who can endure death?"

Yan Dan's heart jumped, and couldn't help turning his head to look at her, only to see Nongcui's face indifferent, standing tall among the torch lanterns, but there was an indescribable viciousness. Yi Lan's father is a well-known warrior in the Luoyue clan, so naturally there are few opponents. The reason why she said this is simply to push things to Liu Weiyang.

After a long while, Luo Yueren, who was looking at each other, finally turned his attention to Liu Weiyang.

Hearing a violent drink, an agile figure rushed forward first.

In less than a blink, several cold rays flashed, Liu Weiyang held a thin blade in his hand, his pale sleeves were dancing in the breeze, and that Luo Yueren's clothes were almost shattered. , Fell down piece by piece, but the person's flesh was not damaged.

Liu Weiyang said indifferently: "I want to kill someone, so I won't let this person keep a breath." He raised his sleeves and slowly closed the jade flute and concealed it into his sleeves. The tone was still light, but with that An air of arrogance: "Who else is going to come up right now, I don't care about killing more."

Until now, Yan Dan felt that now Liu Weiyang is the real Palace Master of the Gods, who doesn't care how others think of him, and only acts according to his own ideas. For no reason, she was a little envious.

After Liu Weiyang put aside these words, Luo Yueren really did not dare to take a step forward, but stepped back for a certain distance, and confronted him silently. The atmosphere was strange and it was a bit ridiculous.

At this moment, a young girl in a thin lotus-colored shirt hurried over and called out panting: "Daddy, Daddy, it's not OK, Nan Zhao was injured and thrown outside—huh?" She rolled her eyes. After turning around, looking at the scene in front of him, he also knew that something was not right, so he closed his mouth.

"Shui Ning, what happened to Nan Zhao just now?" Nong Cui's father asked in a deep voice.

Shui Nong patted his heart, took a breath, and said softly, "I don't know what happened. Nan Zhao was strangled with a large piece of blood from his neck. When I found him, he was unconscious outside. In the grass, I haven’t woken up yet."

"It's very possible that Nan Zhao was killed when he saw the murderer who killed the patriarch. Liu Gongzi, forgive us for our offense. You can't leave until this matter is over." He arched his hands and strode out. , "Minami, you show the way for your father, let's wait for Nan Zhao to wake up."

"Should we go or stay now?" Tang Zhou was silent for a moment, and said lightly.

Liu Weiyang held the jade flute and thoughtfully: "Stay. This is definitely not a curse, there must be other mysteries in it."

Yan Dan squatted boredly by the creek watching Minami and Nan Zhao practicing martial arts.

Looking over from her side, one can clearly see the large bruise on Nan Zhao's neck, and it can be seen that the person who started the action was very heavy. When Nan Zhao was in a coma, many famous people in the Luo Yue clan sent people to wait for him to wake up. After all, he was probably the only one who saw the appearance of a murderer.

It's a pity that after Nan Zhao woke up, he didn't remember how he fainted in the haystack or how he had such a big bruise on his neck. There was no clue at all. Everyone wanted to ask the key things from Nan Zhao's mouth, so they couldn't help it.

However, what she had seen most of the day was that Nan Zhao was one or two years older than Minami, and he would grow into a manly man in the future. His skill was not as good as Minami. And Sui Ning, it's not that she said, she is really not very clever, it is true that she has been getting along with high-ranking people a lot recently, and she has become more critical when looking at people...

As she was thinking, she saw Shuixian’s face suddenly magnified several times in front of her eyes, and her ears also exploded and shouted: "Sister Yan!" Yan Dan hurriedly stretched out her hand to cover her face and separated a little distance. Weakly asked: "What are you doing?" The reason why she would watch these young men practicing martial arts is really thanks to Palace Master Liu. His understatement sent her here and looked at how youthful these two men are. Young and beautiful, but I don't want to admit that I have a lot of age, and I have to accept the old.

Although Liu Weiyang said that if it was indeed the murderer who had acted on Nan Zhao, he would not succeed this time and might come again. She would be able to take care of one or two while staring. But she watched for a whole day, and she didn't even see a few ants, not to mention anyone who was suspected of being a murderer. Instead, she made herself feel bad and felt that she was getting older for no reason...

Shuixian bounced along the stream for two steps, beckoning to her: "Sister Yan, shall we go to the river to bathe over there? I practiced sword fist for a day and sweated a lot!"

"It's not dark right now, so are you afraid that people passing by will see you?"

Shui Xing shook his head: "Of course I won't see it. In our Luoyue clan, men only bathe in the male river, while women only bathe in the female river. No one will pass by on weekdays."

Yan Dan knew today that Luo Yue people actually still have this particularity. However, she has been in the Luoyue village for a short time now. She feels that the customs and habits of the Luoyue people are not much different from those of mortals. Even the swordsmanship and boxing practiced by Shui Nian is similar to the Tang Zhouhui. . It's just that Shuixian pulls her to the Nv River, and she can't hold Nan Zhao. She thought for a while and pulled Nan Zhao over: "You too, come together."

Nan Zhao's face flushed red: "I, I can't go!"

Shui Xing chuckled: "When he first came here, he didn't know the rules, but he walked to the Nvhe one time. At that time, my sister Nong Cui took off one of the shirts and beat him like a man. It’s like a pig’s head."

Seeing her talking about Nongcui, Yan Dan tentatively said: "Your sister Nongcui's temperament is much worse than you."

Shui Xian thought for a while, and pretended to be old-fashioned: "That is naturally different. My sister is older than me and has seen more worlds than me. When she was young, she met His Royal Highness Xuan Xiang, but I He hadn't been born at that time, otherwise I could see it with my own eyes. Just looking at the portrait, I think he is really a good-looking man."

Yan Dan didn't speak. The feelings that Nong Cui gave her are very different. This is not just because of her old age and seeing the world, but this should not have much to do with the two previous murders...

"Ah, you must not be deceived by Liu Weiyang's superficial skills. I tell you, there is absolutely no one worse than him in this world. Just like to live in the face of others, just pretend to be Become that kind of insignificant villain, bomb me with gunpowder, burn me with fire, and push me off the cliff. The bad things he has done are simply untold."

"It sounds too much. What about Young Master Tang Zhou? I've heard Nan Zhao say that Brother Yilan is very rude to him, and he has never been angry."

You are all too naive. There is only one reason Tang Zhou is different from each other, and that is that he doesn't look down on each other. By the way, he can also put on a posture of being superior. In fact, he is a big and small thing like Sesame. Caregivers. Yan Dan was almost filled with righteous indignation: "He is definitely the second worst person in the world! I used to be kept in a magical instrument by him for 20 days. If I don't see the day, I won't say anything. For 20 days, I won't let the water drop in. It’s easy to wait for me to come out, and this prohibition and that prohibition lock me up. What's even more annoying is that he tells others that I am so strong that I can beat a tiger to death. Any woman, who would hear this? Happy?"

Sui Ning was choked for a while, and had to ask, "Where is Master Yu Mo? He is very patient when listening to others, and smiles very gently."

"You were still deceived. Although Yu Mo is a little better than the previous two, it's not much worse. The patriarch sent us to Yu Mo to serve as a concubine for him. As a result, he was among so many people. Choosing me, I think it’s probably because of my looks and temperament that he likes. As a result, his next sentence asked me to go to the study to clean up the desk, and he also called someone to teach me how to organize his room. Now my clansman If you teach your daughter, you must never learn from Yan Dan. Even if someone accepts her as a concubine, she never touches a finger. Later, she doesn’t even have the status of a concubine. If you are like No one will want her in the future."

Shui Nong murmured: "It sounds like you were having a miserable life..."

Miserable...

Yan Dan thought for a while, and said honestly: "That's not a big deal." She stopped when she saw a small river in the distance, "Shui Ning, go by yourself, and Nan Zhao and I are here. , I’m afraid someone will look for opportunities to attack Nan Zhao."

Shu Ning was still waiting to take her with her. Hearing her last words, he nodded: "Then you have to wait for me here, you can't go away by yourself."

Nan Zhao smiled shyly: "You go, we are here waiting for you."

Yan Dan watched Shuixian pass by, turned around and looked at the bruise on Nan Zhao's neck, and asked softly, "Don't you remember who hurt you?"

Nan Zhao shook his head and apologized: "I really can't remember. At that time, I just felt breathless, and then I didn't know anything."

"If you see that person again, will you recognize it?"

He frowned and thought hard for a long while, then whispered: "Maybe...not even."

Seeing him frustrated, Yan Dan patted his shoulder lightly. The two of them looked like they were in their stature, and they looked very smoothly. "It's okay if you can't remember at all, so that person has no scruples, but will do it again. "

Nan Zhao lowered his head, and blood surged to his thin cheeks: "In fact, when I was young, I was very talented in practicing Kungfu. Later, I fell ill and my body became weaker and weaker. I don’t know why I saw it once before. The sword skill of "I can't learn it by practicing dozens of times or hundreds of times... I know I'm useless, even the water dragon is not as good as..."

Yan Dan suddenly asked: "How old are you this year?"

Nan Zhao was surprised and said shyly, "I will be sixteen in a dozen days."

Yan Dan smiled and hugged his shoulders, and said softly: "My age is more than enough to be your grandma. If you have any unhappy things, just tell me, maybe you'll just say it. Much better."

Nan Zhao blushed and whispered, "Girl Yan and Yan, others like to say that they are a few years younger. You don't seem to be even half of my mother's age, so why bother to be my grandma?"

Yan Dan was very frustrated. It's rare that when she was so empathetic, the other party even disliked her for not having chicken skin and wrinkled hair.