Chapter 63: The secret recipe handed down from the ancestors fulfilled the wish of the evil god.

Chapter 63: The secret recipe handed down from the ancestors fulfilled the wish of the evil god.

Pieces of the pitch-black sky shattered, revealing a dazzling day.

Ye Ying looked up at the sky, I am familiar with this scene.

The tall figure beside him turned from dark to bright under the light, as if the dark clouds had dissipated, revealing the glistening coastline.

Ye Ying looked up at him, a palpitation like lightning flashed across her heart.

So she reached out and squeezed the back of his hand hard.

Huang Xize: "..."

He tilted his head and looked down, his obsidian-like eyes were filled with speechlessness: "I wanted to say it on the day I got married, should I pinch myself to verify if I am dreaming?"

Besides, this is an illusion, not a dream, okay?

Ye Ying breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly, and casually said: "Thunder, rain and dew are all your kindness, and I don't want to thank you."

Huang Xize: ...I have never seen such a brazen person.

Ye Ying raised her eyebrows, you will see it now.

"You two elders, don't abuse the dog right now." Zuo Huai intervened and pointed with his hand: "The show has begun."

It was only then that Ye Ying noticed that this was the sea of ​​grass that she had seen during the day.

Another illusion, obviously, this is an illusion created by Zhang Zhizhi, the owner of the tomb.

Different from the last time, this time there were two people standing on the path by the grass sea.

The thin man in a robe held the hand of the woman in front of him, even his back was showing reluctance.

"Yin Yang head..."

Appreciation master Qiao Er went online professionally, rubbing his chin and analyzing the man's appearance: "This must be in the late Qing Dynasty."

Ye Ying secretly calculated—Huang Xize said that the last time he came, it was less than two hundred years ago.

At that time, Qiao Er said that according to the time, it is the Qing Dynasty. Either Daoguang or Xianfeng years.

It was at that time that Bai Fan and her life star met.

Sure enough, the figures of the two were staggered, revealing the appearance of a woman - dressed in a gorgeous white dress beaded with beads and embellished with jade, it was Bai Fan who had glimpsed from a distance in the sea of ​​grass.

It's just... At this time, Bai Fan had black hair and snow skin, and his black eyes were full of smiles. She has shallow pear dimples, and she still looks like a delicate girl.

The four of Ye Ying were on a higher terrain, overlooking the farewell on the path in Caohai from a distance.

A male voice sounded: "Aren't you going back with me?"

Bai Fan smiled, and the gentle smile was no different from what Ye Ying saw a hundred years later: "I won't go back with you to eat bran and swallow vegetables. When you prop up the front of Zhang's family, you will be rich and prosperous, and ask eight to carry a big sedan chair." Invite me back in style."

Zhang Zhizhi also laughed, and put his fingertips on the tip of her nose, deliberately teasing her: "What a girl who is greedy for glory."

As he said that, he looked straight, took out a kit from his pocket, and put it in Bai Fan's hand: "You keep these two secret recipes for wine making. Now I'm poor and poor, and I don't have anything. The most precious thing is these two pieces of myself. An original recipe, right as a dowry."

Bai Fan deliberately picky: "Who cares. Your own prescription, whether you give it to me is also in my mind, and it can come back at any time."

"No." Zhang Zhizhi looked into her eyes and said solemnly, "I gave you this recipe. Unless you return it to me after passing the door, I will never make wine with this recipe."

"Good plan." Bai Fan made a gesture to hammer him: "You said it was a dowry gift for me, why don't you ask me to marry you and pay you back!"

The two were laughing and joking, and Bai Fan's laughter rose and fell crisply like a white bird in the mountains.

"later…"

An old voice sounded beside me: "Later, I worked my **** off and erected the signboard of Zhang's Winery within five years."

Ye Ying turned her head and saw the old man she had seen in the illusion.

The old man's face was full of ditches, and he reluctantly turned his eyes away from the two snuggling in the distance, and landed on the crudely carved hedgehog in Zuo Huai's hand: "She said, she took the prescription, and told me to take her Tokens to redeem."

"But when I got back to Changbai Mountain, I couldn't find her no matter what."

Zhang Zhizhi's cloudy eyes were full of nostalgia, and he lingered on the little hedgehog: "But I always feel that she is still in this mountain, but for some reason, she can't see me."

"I've been waiting for her all my life."

The old man raised his eyes, his expression gentle and satisfied: "But this time, I can keep her company."

Ye Ying's eyes trembled, looking at his vicissitudes side face.

The figure in the middle of the sea of ​​grass disappeared as if eroded by the wind following his words.

Zhang Zhizhi's obsession created a fantasy that carries memories, and during the long wait, he replayed these scenes countless times.

Perhaps this is the only consolation for a lonely soul.

Several people stared blankly at everything in front of them, Ye Ying subconsciously clenched Huang Xize's slender fingers tightly.

Huang Xize looked down at her, released the clasped hands, changed into a gesture of clasping fingers, and quietly tightened his fingers, which was returned by Ye Ying even more forcefully.

She seemed... frightened.

Huang Xize's lips were tightened, but he didn't say anything after all.

At this moment, Zhang Zhizhi's voice sounded again. This time, it was a puzzled monosyllabic: "Huh?"

The sea of ​​grass was still tumbling in the wind, but only one of the two embracing figures disappeared.

But Bai Fan in white raised his head and looked straight in this direction!

"How…"

Zhang Zhizhi stood there in shock, his drooping eyes suddenly widened, his face full of disbelief.

But Bai Fan had already walked towards him.

Walking slowly but firmly towards him.

Ye Ying was also stunned—what?

This Bai Fan...isn't it a phantom?

Zhang Zhizhi's eyes were shocked, and his shriveled and wrinkled lips kept trembling. He stared at Bai Fan who was walking slowly for a few seconds, and made a move that no one expected.

He raised his sleeves to cover his face, turned around and ran!

Unfortunately, as soon as he turned around and took two steps, he bumped into a tall body.

Huang Xize stood in front of him, and the old man was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and refused to give in.

Zhang Zhizhi had nowhere to escape, and his whole body was bent into a ball.

But a gentle and calm voice sounded from behind: "I heard that you told people everywhere that I was dead, but you dare not see people now."

Her name is engraved on the tombstone!

Zhang Zhizhi stopped, and after a while he let out a long sigh and turned around slowly.

He drooped his eyes, obviously he was an octogenarian, but he was dejected like a child who made a mistake, and muttered: "It's all bad old man, I don't want you to see it."

"It wasn't that pretty back then."

Bai Fan laughed at him, then sighed: "I'm also an old woman."

Zhang Zhizhi just looked up at her, and was stunned when he saw her appearance.

Bai Fan pursed his lips and turned his head, with an inexplicable coy look on his face: "I knew you were just looking for sex!"

"And now."

Zhang Zhizhi took a step forward, stood in front of the old lady, paused, and raised his hand to stroke her frost-colored temple hair.

He sighed, as he did when he saw the dancer in white for the first time in the sea of ​​grass: "It's beautiful."

"Old and unruly!"

Bai Fan spat at him: "I've heard all about it. By giving dreams to the younger generation, they begged for nothing to force me to show up with tokens."

Speaking of this, she raised her eyes to look at Huang Xize, feeling embarrassed: "Let Master Liu see a joke."

Huang Xize looked at Bai Fan calmly and shook his head.

Just as he was about to speak, Zhang Zhizhi suddenly appeared, blocking the sight of the two of them.

Zhang Zhizhi's chrysanthemum-like old face was full of vigilance. He had been extra vigilant since the first time he saw this heroic sixth master a hundred years ago.

The two of them never met face to face, he just caught a glimpse of him talking to Bai Fan, and then left.

With just such a glance, Zhang Zhizhi felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

Huang Xize looked at the hostility on the old man's face speechlessly, Ye Ying patted Zhang Zhizhi's shoulder and comforted him: "Old man, don't worry, this is my husband."

Who knew that Zhang Zhizhi glanced at her, curled his lips in disdain: "You are too ugly, how can you compare to Ah Fan?"

Ye Ying's heshan smile suddenly deepened, and the fingers on the old man's shoulder tightened suddenly - I can't tell, you old coffin is very good at chatting.

Zhang Zhizhi was pinched so much that he almost jumped up, and looked at Ye Ying with dark eyes: You are not bad, you little bastard.

Abusing the elderly, be careful of grandpa dreaming, let your great-grandson sue you.

The eyes of the two sparked with lightning, Zuo Huai forced a smile to intervene in the middle to smooth things over, and handed the little hedgehog to Zhang Zhizhi: "Master, return it to its original owner."

Zhang Zhizhi took the hedgehog, and solemnly held it in front of Bai Fan.

There was inexplicable tension on his face, but also hope: "Afan, I'm back."

Bai Fan looked down at the hedgehog in his hand, and then smiled slightly after a while.

She took the hedgehog, took out a kit from her sleeve, looked up at him and smiled, "Waiting for a while."

It seems inexplicable to answer "I'm back" with this sentence. But everyone present understood what it meant.

What a... long wait.

As the voice fell, the illusion shattered again.

The bright crystal rain fell, enveloping the two aging figures who walked away together.

When they came back to their senses, four people were already standing at the door of the resort hotel.

Ye Ying felt something in her hand, lowered her head and spread her fingers, and saw an old but clean kit.

She stared at it for a while, then raised her hand and stuffed the kit into Zuo Huai's hand: "Your task is completed."

Those two wine-making recipes are what Zhang Zhizhi wants to leave to future generations.

For the wine shop, it is a magic weapon to reverse the family fortune. But as for whether Zhang Congjian thinks so, that's not necessarily the case.

But... that mean-spirited old man finally got his wish.

But why is she in such a bad mood?

Ye Ying bit her lip, and let out a long breath: "I'll go around."

In the small town in late spring, even if it is a tourist attraction, there are not many people in the middle of the night in this off-season.

Under the orange streetlight, Ye Ying looked at the shadow under her feet, walked for a long time in a dull mood, and suddenly asked, "Can't we let her go to the fairy temple?"

Didn't it say that the fairy temple can heal the injured fairy family?

"She was not injured, but was exhausted. She used her blessings to offset Zhang Zhizhi's fate, and she had to pay the price."

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are a fixed number."

"Isn't the mountain **** a god?" Ye Ying raised her head and stubbornly looked at the empty street in front of her: "Can't the gods change their destiny?"

Ye Ying felt Huang Xize stand still for a moment when he said the word "Mountain God".

The dim yellow light fell from the top of his head, and his deep facial features were buried in the shadows. Although he couldn't see his expression, the gloom that had been lingering on him since seeing Bai Fan stood out again.

After a long while, he spit out a word.

"The mountain god...is not a **** who helps the world and saves people."

Huang Xize sneered coldly, with deep disgust in his tone: "That is a person who killed countless people..."

"Evil God."