Strongest Guard

No matter what she had done for Jack in the past, Lili would never dream of doing anything with him that would let her down.    

    

It was not just a question of moral bottom line, but also a question of her humanity.    

    

But to be her daughter, what if she had to do something that would let Lee Nanfang down?    

    

As a mother, how could she make up for Lee Nanfang's death?    

    

The only choice was to ask the eight-hundred old village chief to send her into the Monarch Valley as a funeral for the dead.    

    

Her "funeral objects" were very simple. Other than the daily necessities, there was only one other set of "Daddy's Heart Cleansing Curse".    

    

This Heart Cleansing Curse had been given to her by her mother.    

    

Yang Tiantian hoped that within the Heart Cleansing Curse, she would find the value of her existence, and once again finish off her difficult life.    

    

She hoped that in her next life, she would never meet her dead husband again, nor would she ever be with Yue Zitong as a mother and daughter.    

    

She only hoped that she could become the most ordinary woman and strive to become a good wife and mother. She hoped that she could end her dull life with an honest man who did not have much feelings for her.    

    

Yang Tiantian had such a request. Was it too much?    

    

Of course.    

    

Especially after seeing that the Monarch Valley was originally akin to a fairyland, Yang Tiantian, who had been intoxicated by the scenery in front of her for a long time, became even more confident.    

    

The Flower of the Four Seasons, the countless gentle natured rare birds and strange beasts. At the end of the stream, where the gurgling sound flowed past their feet, was a small waterfall.    

    

A black pagoda could be seen in the lush greenery far away from the cliff above the waterfall.    

    

That pagoda was the center of gravity of the Monarch Valley, a forbidden ground within the forbidden grounds.    

    

"We can't step over the waterfall, for no reason."    

    

This was something that the old elder, who had personally sent her to the Monarch Valley, had told her in a voice that was almost mechanical before he left.    

    

Generally speaking, a woman's curiosity is quite strong, and the more you don't want her to do something, the more she wants to do something.    

    

Yang Tiantian was also a woman.    

    

Thus, after the period of time when she was feeling fear and trepidation when she first came to Monarch Valley, she became very interested in the pagoda behind the waterfall.    

    

Finally, after eighty-one days since she entered Monarch Valley, Yang Tiantian could no longer suppress her curiosity and pretended to enjoy the scenery was too enchanting. She followed the stream to the waterfall and stepped onto the stairs that led to the cliff.    

    

After stepping onto the flight of steps paved with limestone, Yang Tiantian could clearly feel that the blood flow in her body was speeding up, and her heart was beating rapidly.    

    

Gradually, she reached the last step of the cliff and saw the black pagoda hidden among the ten thousand trees and flowers. She could even see the beautifully carved windows.    

    

However, she did not notice that the last step of the cliff was no longer blue-black.    

    

But, red cinnabar.    

    

Red had a unique meaning since ancient times.    

    

In feudal society, when the imperial government killed people, they would use red ink to approve the name.    

    

Legend has it that King Yama of the Underworld also used a red ink brush when he crossed out a certain person's name in the mortal realm.    

    

The red light, red alert, red warning and so on, which we are familiar with in modern society, can give people a serious and nervous feeling.    

    

Then the red step on the cliff also meant a warning.    

    

Unfortunately, Yang Tiantian did not see it.    

    

She was only shaken by the scene of the lush, green flowers and trees behind the cliff, the solemn and divine black pagoda, as well as the millions of crows on the roofs and roofs of the various floors of the pagoda suddenly squawking and soaring up, instantly blocking out the bright noon sun, and causing the entire Monarch Valley light to instantly dim.    

    

Yang Tiantian never thought that the empty space behind the cliff would be so big.    

    

There would be so many flowers and trees.    

    

At the bottom of the cliff, there was only a pagoda with a sharp point. How could it be so solemn and solemn?    

    

There would be so many crows on it.    

    

Yang Tiantian was a top student at a famous school before her marriage and was very interested in wild history and legends. She knew that crows were regarded as unknown by the world, and were also known as the guards for the Tallinn and the Yin soldiers.    

    

But not all of the Tallinn, the Grave, are qualified to be watched by the Raven.    

    

The pagoda forest of the saint Confucius, which had been revered for thousands of years, was filled with thousands of crows.    

    

They were also the ghost soldiers who guarded Teacher Kong's tomb.    

    

Just as Yang Tiantian was stunned by the scene of tens of thousands of ghost soldiers soaring up into the sky, a pair of cold eyes suddenly appeared within ten centimeters of her line of sight.    

    

"Ah!    

    

Caught off guard, Yang Tiantian instinctively retreated in the midst of her screams, forgetting that she was on a cliff that was dozens of feet high.    

    

Below the cliff were the scattered stones.    

    

One meter meant three meters, while a few meters meant … how many meters?    

    

The delicate Yang Tiantian fell from the several Zhang high cliff. The result was that her brain was probably splattered all over the place and she died.    

    

She thought so herself.    

    

Just as she was about to fall, a frightening scene flashed through her mind. She could only close her eyes and wait for death to occur, only to land on a pair of powerful arms.    

    

Second Grandpa's arm.    

    

The Second Master within the Monarch Valley did not mean that he was old, nor did it mean that his seniority was very high. It was so high that when the village chief saw him, he had to call him the Second Master.    

    

It was because Zi Fann was the one who had come to protect Monarch Valley, and they were all Second Elder.    

    

Even if Second Fool were to come to the valley tomorrow and take on this job, when his father saw him, he would respectfully call out, "Greetings Second Master."    

    

Second Grandpa was a bald man whose hair was about to fall off. He was what the common people called the Mediterranean Sea.    

    

Often, people who had this type of hairstyle would give off a festive feeling.    

    

However, when Yang Tiantian stared at the Second Master in shock, she felt that he was like a — gorilla.    

    

His face was red and dark, his eyes cold, his nostrils flared and his mouth split open occasionally. It seemed as if sharp fangs had been revealed, and he let out a loud growl from his throat.    

    

At that moment, Yang Tiantian had an illusion.    

    

As long as she moved a little, Second Uncle, who had been very amiable when he had picked her up and taken her to the valley, would immediately tear her to pieces with his teeth. Chewing and chewing, he would swallow her whole, and after eating it all up, he would smash his chest a few times like a gorilla, turn around, swing his shoulders left and right, climb up the cliff, and disappear behind it.    

    

"You will be punished."    

    

The Second Elder was obviously not a gorilla, and he did not kill Yang Tiantian either. After placing her on the ground, he turned around and walked up the cliff and coldly said those words.    

    

What kind of retribution?    

    

Yang Tiantian, whose beautiful face had turned pale, really wanted to ask the Second Master this question.    

    

However, she didn't dare to ask, only looking at his back blankly.    

    

She truly could not imagine that she would fall down from such a high place and land in the arms of the Second Elder without being harmed in the slightest.    

    

When a person was falling from a high altitude, how fast would the momentum from the gravity affect them?    

    

Yang Tiantian, who had graduated from a prestigious school, could roughly calculate it.    

    

The second of falling should be faster than thirty meters.    

    

Her body weighed almost fifty kilograms, and the inertia it created was at least two hundred kilograms.    

    

It was as if a weight of over 200 kilograms, with a speed of over 30 meters per second, was ruthlessly smashed into the second elder's arms.    

    

He actually didn't break the old thing's arm, and even scolded her harshly, saying that she would be punished.    

    

Wasn't this old thing behind the cliff?    

    

How could she have landed on the ground in the time it took for Yang Tiantian to drop a flint, and caught him?    

    

Yang Tiantian expressed that she didn't understand.    

    

She didn't want to understand either.    

    

She was just frightened by the Second Master's words.    

    

"Will I be punished?"    

    

"What kind of retribution will they suffer?"    

    

"At night, will there be a green faced fanged monster who suddenly barged into my stone house and bit me?"    

    

"This old thing, why didn't he say he understood? Why did he so coolly leave just like that?"    

    

With these questions in mind, Yang Tiantian, who had been frightened out of her wits, went back to her stone house and sat there from noon until Ming Dong Sheng. She couldn't figure out why.    

    

She was regretful, afraid, and aggrieved.    

    

She regretted disobeying the Old Village Chief's strict orders. Why didn't she pay attention to her curiosity and insist on going to the back of the cliff to take a look?    

    

She was afraid that if she went against the strict orders of the Old Village Chief, she would be driven out of the immortal-like Monarch Valley and be criticized by the eight hundred residents, "You woman, there is simply no hope for you. Your daughter is a troublemaker, and so are you. Our Old Village Head has shown mercy and told you to go to our holy land to cultivate. This is already a great kindness. "But why don't you just obediently eat and recite, give your son-in-law an excess of knowledge, and go peep at the sacred grounds in our hearts?"    

    

She felt wronged, but felt that the Second Elder was too fierce.    

    

Didn't she just glance at the pagoda and see thousands of stinking crows fly into the sky?    

    

He didn't see anything else, right?    

    

If he needed to, he would use that appearance to scare her. Would she receive retribution?    

    

He couldn't speak properly, "Yue Clan's Young Wife, don't poke your head into our heads again in the future. This is our eight hundred restricted area, it's not something that can be easily seen."    

    

"Actually, there's nothing much to see behind this cliff. It's just that there's more flowers and trees, and there's also a pagoda filled with crows. There's nothing else. "It's not as good as it was before. Countless rare birds and beasts, walking in the flower of four hours …"    

    

The wronged Yang Tiantian fell asleep just like that.    

    

It was at midnight that night that she began to dream of spring.    

    

Do it before.    

    

But not more than a few times a month.    

    

From that night on, it was done every night.    

    

The hero of the spring dream was no longer her husband, who had died young.    

    

It was her good son-in-law, Lee Nanfang.    

    

Her actions were rough and barbaric, making her unable to bear it even in her dreams.    

    

This feeling, made her feel incomparably nostalgic.    

    

He didn't want to wake up.    

    

However, he would wake up very soon and find that there was no one by his pillow.    

    

Only the bright moonlight, shining through the carved windows of the simple stone house, shone on the shoe rack in front of the low couch.    

    

The shoes she wore were reflecting a strange color.    

    

At the beginning, Yang Tiantian was shy and hesitant.    

    

It was only later, when she had the same dream every night, that she became afraid.    

    

This was the retribution that the Second Master spoke of.    

    

Was it retribution for a woman who had been a widow for so many years to have such strange, absurd dreams every night?    

    

Yang Tiantian couldn't be sure for the next half month.    

    

But at noon on the third day of the third month, when she went to the stream to search for rice and saw her reflection in the water, she knew — this was retribution.    

    

Every day, he would have to look at himself in the mirror countless times. This was already a mandatory job for all beautiful women.    

    

Even more important than eating.    

    

Yang Tiantian was such a beautiful woman, so of course she had to look at herself in the mirror every day.    

    

However, she did not bring the mirror with her after entering the Monarch Valley.    

    

The clear stream could also be used as a mirror, but in the end, it was not as real as the reflection of the mirror.    

    

The delicate face in the mirror would ripple, making it difficult to see clearly.    

    

On the third day of the third month, at noon, there was no wind.    

    

Therefore, when Yang Tiantian went to search for rice, she saw her current appearance on the mirror-like surface of the water.    

    

Her appearance was at least ten years younger than before she entered the valley, and she had become Beautiful Young Woman, a little over thirty years old.    

    

However, there was a faint layer of black smoke on her charming and charming face.    

    

The black aura made her charm even more obvious.