Zhan Changfeng opened her eyes, barely adjusting to the morning light shining in from the broken window at the head of the bed, she turned her eyes slightly, one by one through the old door of the adobe wall and a simple wardrobe, and suddenly fixed on the beam above her head.

The lacquered beams were dull and heavy, and on them lay a bowl-thick piebald snake, half of its body tightly wrapped around the beams, and its head was poking down, no more than three feet from her.

Zhan Changfeng's glance happened to match the pair of turquoise vertical pupils, and the two were motionless for a moment.

The spotted snake raised its head, its forked tongue spitting out from time to time, sizzling and terrifying.

Zhan Changfeng suddenly woke up, the hand in the quilt touched the side of the couch, there are many poisonous insects and beasts in the countryside, even if the door is closed at night, he may not sleep peacefully, he often puts a stick or scissors dagger on the side of the couch or under the pillow, and the veteran hunter is to put the living guy who walks the mountain during the day by his side inch by his side.

In an instant, the spotted snake shot out a stream of venom, and its fangs swooped down, just as Zhan Changfeng dragged the quilt and slashed at the spotted snake, and at the same time rolled down, jumped up, and the iron sword held in his right hand slashed it accurately and quickly by seven inches.

The sharpened iron sword cut the piebald snake in two, and with a bang, its body wrapped around the beam fell, smashing the already unreliable wooden couch with a creaky crunch, and the stench of blood rushed to the nose.

Zhan Changfeng glanced at the snake body that was writhing wildly in both halves, walked to the wardrobe indifferently, took a cyan robe and put it on, pushed the door, and went out of the house.

He threw the barrel tied with the rope tied into the well and brought the bucket of water.

The young woman in the courtyard next door was pounding her clothes, and when she saw her, she shouted through the fence, "Get up, are you going into the mountains to hunt again?"

The young woman wiped her hands and stood up, "Wait, I'll get you some dry food, and it just so happens that I have a few more cakes to bake." ”

Zhan Changfeng said, "I'm not going today." ”

"Huh?" said the young woman, surprised, "and what do you eat?"

"Snake soup. ”

Zhan Changfeng washed his face and went back to the house to clean up the mess, and the young woman loved to be lively and turned over the fence. Seeing that tragic and bloody scene, while patting his chest in fear, he peeped through the window, really peeping, covering his eyes with his hands, but from time to time he showed a slit.

She didn't dare to look at the snake, but she really wanted to see it, so her eyes often fell on Zhan Changfeng to suppress her shock.

Look at the snake, look at the long wind. Look at the snake, look at the long wind.

Now that the shadow shifted, I felt that Zhan Changfeng was also quite terrifying.

Whose girl would skin a bowl of poisonous snakes with thick mouths with blood on her hands?!

The young woman shrunk her neck, and then thought about it, it was not strange that this happened to Zhan Changfeng.

It's not weird, probably because Zhan Changfeng is a weird person.

The village is so big, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law of the east family quarrel, and the brothers of the west family are on the wall, as long as you dare to happen, no one can't know.

Don't mention how thorough it is.

Therefore, although the young woman was married from another village half a year ago, she knew everything about Zhan Changfeng.

It is said that three years ago, on a rainy night, a thunderclap broke the ancient tree on the top of the mountain, and as soon as the ancient tree fell, the mountain collapsed, and the mudslide washed down, blocking the road at the entrance of the village.

After the rain stopped, the village chief led people to clear the road, and actually dug out a person from the mud, and when he woke up, he didn't know anything, only remembered his name.

This person is Zhan Changfeng.

When the village chief saw that she was lonely and pitiful, he gave her a vacant lot in the west of the village.

Since then, she has lived in the village.

She is a woodman, often staying at home, or going out hunting alone, never approaching people, and the villagers will at first get close to her because of curiosity, but because of her lukewarm attitude, they will give up. Except for some aunts and uncles who are keen on being matchmakers.

After all, Zhan Changfeng's appearance is there, and the people in the village say that she is good-looking, but she can't describe it specifically, the young lady scratched her ears and cheeks, remembering that when she went to the county seat when she was a teenager, she heard that the word "storyteller" is occupied.

On the shore of the water, there are cranes that are independent, lonely and desolate, and clear from the world.

She was tall and thin, her robe was empty, as if it would float away at any moment, the corners of her mouth were never upturned, and her eyes were hidden with profundity, like a lonely crane in the boundless wilderness.

Zhan Changfeng could hunt, cook, read, and socialize with people, and the villagers said that the girl was a freak, but the young woman thought that she was a gentle person, because she would lift her up from the ground without knowing her, and then give her medicine.

The young woman sighed with emotion, the only strange thing is that she doesn't understand the world, she doesn't know how to respect the elderly, and she is still single at this age.

Zhan Changfeng really made snake soup, a big pot, and asked the young woman to take half of the pot away if he couldn't finish it.

The young woman was not polite, and took half a pot and was about to leave, but when she looked back, Zhan Changfeng lifted the wooden couch with one hand and wanted to drag it out.

"What are you doing?"

Zhan Changfeng glanced at her, and said as a matter of course, "Throw it away." ”

"Huh?" the young woman frowned, "why throw it?" ”

"Dirty. ”

"Do you just throw it away when it's dirty, I seem to suddenly know why your clothes are always new.

Zhan Changfeng is good for everything else, but he has been handicapped in housework, look at the window that has been broken for several months, look at the cabinet with dust, I have to say that the craft of cooking is still forced to learn under the pressure of survival.

Therefore, compared to wasting energy to wash the bloodstained bed, Zhan Changfeng is more inclined to throw it all away, how simple and fast.

The young woman furrowed her eyebrows, not knowing what to say, for fear that one day she would burn down the house and build a new one.

She unconsciously said the vomit in her heart, and when she came back to her taste, she found that Zhan Changfeng was looking at her, his eyes were lonely and sharp.

"No, I mean"

Zhan Changfeng interrupted her panicked explanation, "Why burn, waste torches in advance, waste manpower to clean up afterwards, and the scorching smoke affects the neighbors, I think it's better to choose another site." ”

The young woman opened her mouth, and you have a point, but I don't seem to be discussing it with you.

Looking at such a loser, the young woman felt that her brain had been knocked with a big mallet, and she was a little confused.

Don't you need money to throw it away and buy a new one?

Don't you feel sorry for your hard-earned money at all?

The young woman, who had always been frugal and honest, did not understand this at all, but this did not prevent her from becoming aware of another question: "Well, wait, where did you even throw away the couch?"

Zhan Changfeng, who had walked far away a long time ago, heard it, but did not answer.

Her usual schedule is really lackluster, getting up early to practice boxing, coming to dance swords in the evening, reading in her spare time, hunting once every three days, and going to the market once every five days.

It has been three years since she was rescued by the villagers, from ignorance to freedom, stumbling a little halfway, but there is nothing to sigh about, but the moment she opened her eyes today, she remembered everything.

This is a huge phantom array built on top of reality, not three years, but only three days.

In three days, her memories suppressed by the Phantom Array were restored, but her body and soul power were still under the restraint of the Phantom Array.

She felt that this phantom array could not be passed by recovering her memory, and if she hadn't specialized in mind and mind, she would not have noticed the middle-aged mind and the few people hidden in the dark, and she would not have been on guard again.

In that space, all of her strength was limited and she couldn't do anything, but the moment the white light sent her into this world, the restrictions were loosened, and it was at this moment that she twitched all her soul power to protect the Purple Mansion.

The Purple Mansion and the Dantian are the most important to the monks, as long as these two things do not happen, there is still everything possible.

In an instant, she was only enough to protect the Purple Mansion, and the next breath of body and soul memory was completely suppressed.

Because of the early prevention of soul power, she would wake up so quickly, and she would not wake up at all.

It's a bit like the feeling of a reincarnation test, but the reincarnation test has already been done once, and there is no need to do it again just to let people experience Hongchen, maybe there are other purposes.

In the case of unclear circumstances, Zhan Changfeng chose to live as he did when he had no memory.

On this day, she rubbed her sword and remembered that it was time to go to the market, so she went out with the animal skins and herbs accumulated over the past few days.