Ethereal Mountain, Ningxiu Peak, Fujia Mountain Villa, is the place where the white bird flies, and it is also the place where the sun, moon and stars rise.

Every morning, when the first rays of dawn appear in the eastern sky, the green mountains and green cliffs of the ethereal mountains are still melancholy, sleepy, lazily curled up in the depths of the dense forest, the green bank of the clear stream, just like the peak of Ningxiu Peak, with a little of the beauty of the words of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, but without losing the ancient beauty of the north side of the river.

Standing on any step of the long stone staircase leading to the bottom of the mountain in Fujia Villa, without turning around, without looking up, you can discern the color of the rays of sunlight that shine through the gaps in the flickering wings of the white birds as they fly up, and know whether the light that glides across the sky with its long tail in the middle of a summer night is a meteor or a comet.

You can even tell if the crisp sound of the dew that hits the mossy bluestone slab is dripping from a wide plantain leaf or from a long, narrow absinthe leaf.

Although Fujia Villa is located in the ethereal mountains and Ningxiu Peak in the southwest corner, she is not isolated from the world and does not eat the fireworks of the world.

When you stand on the steps of the long stone staircase and enjoy her unique morning sun, which is not at all stained with a trace of the killing smell of the rivers and lakes, and is shrouded in a faint and beautiful atmosphere, you stretch your waist for a long time, and want to enjoy it in a different way, the noise of the street, the noise of the mortal world, will pass through those damp, dignified air and be brought by the white birds flying across the sky with a long whistle, and bulging into your eardrums.

After being impregnated by the feathers of the white bird, the noise of the world and the noise of the world suddenly become dull and light, like a tea that has been chilled in the clear water of an ancient well with mint, although it still tastes like tea, it is no longer as strong as it used to be.

Of course, Fujia Villa, which is located on Ningxiu Peak in the Ethereal Mountain, is not often quiet and silent, after all, twenty years ago, because of the story of her young master Feng Feifei and the sword thirty, it became a holy place for countless people to worship, and there are often countless young people in the rivers and lakes who see Feng Feifei despite the spring rain wetting their green shirts.

However, the unquiet of Fujia Villa is not the chaotic noise of the streets and alleys, it can be said that it is a special tranquility, or a kind of movement mixed into the quiet.

In the spring, the bulging buds that linger around Fujia Villa slowly bloom in the evening dew under the moonlit night, exuding bursts of fragrance.

In the summer, it is an afternoon shower, or a midnight thunderstorm, "crackling", slapping the plantains, drenching the green fruits, and making a clear sound.

In autumn, the ripe papaya falls into the water and makes a frog-like cooing, and the fallen leaves gently rub against the bluestone slab.

In winter, it is the rustling sound of snowflakes falling on the tiles, and the "crunching" and "crunching" of the cold-painted railings.

These Fujia Villa's unique, or completely Fujia Villa-style movements, will be like an arrow in the narrow, steep, clear early morning skimming over the open forest farm, appearing agitated and loud.

Sometimes, like a speeding carriage, it will rush by, and the rumbling sound of the wheels when it rubs against the ground merges with the shyness and stagnation of the flow, and it is about to gallop towards the clear blue sky.

At this time, you will clearly feel that there is something more agile and intense around you, which is constantly spreading, quietly passing by the edge of your hair, covering the hazy sleepiness that has just sprung up with a melancholy color, indicating the imminent arrival of winter snow, the imminent arrival of summer rain, the imminent arrival of autumn frost, or the imminent imminent arrival of spring thunder.

Or rather, it is an omen of the coming storm.

When a meteor dragged its long tail like a flock of white birds lined up in the word "one" flew in the western sky, disturbing the unique tranquility of Fujia Villa, Zhuo Bufan had a premonition that this unique tranquility of Fujia Villa might end tonight.

Zhuo Bufan suddenly opened his eyes, stood up suddenly from under the stone tablet engraved with the four big characters of "Fujia Villa", and stood against the wind, like a hound alert when he found the enemy.

At the same time, his hand, which had been hidden under the cloak, involuntarily clenched the short knife as light as the wind and as soft as a leaf, and looked at the long stone staircase that led down the mountain.

The leaves are quiet, and the wind is light.

It's so late, is there anyone still coming to Fujia Villa?

Sure enough, almost at the same time as Zhuo Bufan stood up, two vaguely white figures were draped in the moonlight of the mountains, staggering along the stone stairs, like leaves and clouds drifting in the wind.

They were obviously still at the foot of the mountain, but in the blink of an eye, the two white figures had actually arrived in front of the stone tablet engraved with "Fujia Villa".

The family members guarding the Fujia Villa there flew out from behind the stele like ghosts, and immediately formed a straight line in the middle of the stone staircase against the two white shadows, blocking the mountain path leading to Fujia Villa.

The bow is wound, the knife is unsheathed, and the battle is ready.

They seemed to have long expected that they would be friends and foes.

Zhuo Bufan separated the "one" formation of the family, walked to the front, put his hands behind his back, looked at the two white figures that slowly floated up like ghosts, and said in a deep voice:

In addition to the guests invited by Fujia Villa, no matter what other people do, it is best to come back tomorrow.

So, if you're not one of the guests invited by Fujia Villa, it's best to stop there and take a step further and you'll be killed.

The weapons in the hands of the family members let out a dragon groan in the wind.

However, the two white shadows did not stop, and still floated up step by step at their original speed, until they were only ten steps away from Zhuo Bufan's feet.

Through the faint moonlight spilling through the gaps in the dense branches on both sides, Zhuo Bufan found that it was two people who wrapped themselves tightly in white cloaks.

On the head, they are wrapped in hoods, so that people can't see their true faces clearly, and they can't distinguish between men and women.

However, Zhuo Bufan felt an aura of déjà vu from one of these two figures.

Could it be that this is someone I know? At least one of them I have known before, and even familiar with, thinking of this, Zhuo Bufan was suddenly stunned, as if he wanted to look at these two people more closely.

But no.

It's not clear at all.

It was only the wind that blew up from the foot of the mountain that blew their cloaks like two white birds ready to fly.

But these two white birds had an obvious murderous aura, and even forced those who were eager to try with weapons in their hands to shudder, and couldn't help but take a step back.

The two mysterious white-robed men only sat for a slight pause after Zhuo Bufan raised their voices and scolded, and then continued to slowly approach Zhuo Bufan.

Although the pace slowed down a little, every time you step up the steps, there will be a clear footprint on the steps carved out of large bluestone.

Are they trying to restrain their murderous aura?

Or do you want to use this to demonstrate to Zhuo Bufan, to the family members who are trying to stop them from advancing?

Sure enough, Zhuo Bufan really knew them, oh no, to be precise, it should be said that they knew Zhuo Bufan.