Chapter 184 sachet

"Don't go!" Zhao Xuan woke up from his sleep and his heart beat fast. His body had already been soaked with sweat. He stared straight at the darkness in front of him and fell into panic.

For many days, since Aunt Hua died, he has been dreaming this strange dream repeatedly for many days. In the dream, there was a man and a woman. The man only showed half of his cheeks, and he could faintly look very handsome. However, the woman could not see her face at all, but the voice was soft and sounded very comfortable. She held a baby in her hand and cried a lot.

Another familiar sentence, "Father, look how cute our children are!"

"Yes!"

After a while, a white light suddenly appeared in front of a man and a woman. After the light flashed, the two disappeared. No matter how Zhao Xuan shouted, they didn't appear again.

"Ah! My head hurts so much. Why did I have this dream again? Zhao Xuan stroked his forehead and said to himself. I don't know how many times I have had this strange dream. Every time I wake up, I only have a splitting headache. However, after waking up, how to recall the previous two figures has no effect at all.

At this time, he was sleeping by the spring. Because he had been sleeping and forgetting to eat for the past few days, he always woke up day and night. After waking up and practicing, he had no time to go back to the disciple's bedroom. The whole is close contact with nature. Heaven is the quilt and the earth is the seat.

"It's dark." Zhao Xuan looked at the darkness around him and sat up with his palms.

The empty mountain in front of us looks very mysterious in the night, and only the faint moonlight from the sky flows down to the spring, reflecting

Light up a small world.

Feed that his body was a little sour, and Zhao Xuan found that he had not taken a shower for several days. There was no wind tonight, and it was a little hot. In addition, his clothes had already been soaked in sweat in his sleep, so he slowly stood up and walked to the Longquan Waterfall in front of him, trying to take a good bath to relieve his fatigue.

When he came to the spring, he quickly took off all his clothes and threw them on the grass beside him. At this time, there was only one big trousers left on his body. Originally, in such a dark and quiet late night, ** is harmless, because no one looks at it at all. But he is a little shy by nature. Even if there is no one next to him at this time, he will definitely not take off the last piece of fig leaf outside.

Only when he heard a "plop", Zhao Xuan had jumped into the spring and splashed countless splashes. As soon as the skin touched the spring, a clear feeling immediately spread all over the body, and all the fatigue suddenly disappeared. Above, a winding waterfall fell sharply. Zhao Xuan deliberately chose the position facing the current. The cool spring water hit the skin on his body, which was very comfortable.

In such a big place, the reason why Zhao Xuan chose to practice next to Longquan Waterfall is that he is greedy for the coolness of this spring. Whenever he is tired of cultivation, this clear spring can always give him the most timely and most comfortable enjoyment. It's strange to say that every time he has some soreness or something, as long as he takes a bath in Longquan Waterfall, the pain will disappear immediately after a while. This is a little secret that he often finds by taking a bath in the spring. But Zhao Xuan did not hear anyone in Konglun Mountain mention such a magical spring, which was the most puzzled to him, but he did not delve into it.

Zhao Xuan soaked in the spring for half an hour until his fingers were wrinkled. Then he reluctantly swam from the middle of the water to the edge of the spring. With his hands climbing at will, his whole body easily jumped onto the grass.

"It's so comfortable!" He shook his shoulders and shook off the sweat on his body and bent down to pick up the clothes scattered on the grass.

At this time, a small thing suddenly fell from the pocket of the coat, and then a fragrance came to my nose.

"What's missing?" Zhao Xuan frowned, and a poor and white person like him could no longer remember what he had.

With the bright light of the moon in the sky, Zhao Xuan found that it was a small sachet that had just slipped out of his coat pocket. The small sachet is beautifully embroidered, shining in the golden moonlight on the cloth, which is extremely beautiful.

"Ah! I almost lost such an important thing. Seeing that it was a small sachet, Zhao Xuan suddenly became precious. The ruthless fire in Niujia Village burned down all the houses and things in the village, and everyone died in the fire. Including his dearest flower lady since childhood. When she died, there was nothing left in her hand, only holding the sachet tightly. Now that she is no longer there, the only relic is naturally priceless for Zhao Xuan. People died like lights out. After the initial sadness, Zhao Xuan's mood has been getting better day by day. However, this sachet has become an indelible question in his heart. What's the secret in it? Why didn't the aunt have time to say anything before she died, but didn't forget to tell him to put away the sachet? Is it related to itself?

With great doubts and complicated mood, Zhao Xuan carefully removed the sachet. Since Aunt Hua died, this sachet has been with him for many days. The reason why it has not been opened is that the mouth of the sachet has been sewn up. Considering that it is a relic of the aunt, out of respect, Zhao Xuan has not touched it. But now the more he thinks about it, the more wrong it is. There is a strong impulse in his heart to explore the secrets in this bag.

The finger circled in the direction of the gold thread on the sachet, and the opening at the edge of the cloth became bigger and bigger. Faintly, Zhao Xuan felt as if some shocking secret was about to be revealed. His heart rose to his throat, and his fingers around the golden thread also trembled slightly. But after calming down, he put his fingers in little by little.

After his finger went in, he touched a small flannel-like thing between his fingers. He stuck the thing with his fingernails and slowly pulled it out with excitement.

Finally, the mysterious thing came out completely. With the faint moonlight, Zhao Xuan saw a small cloth spread out in the palm of his hand at this time. On a black background, a majestic dragon is embroidered with gold and silver silk threads. Zhao Xuan gently brushed his fingers on the surface of the cloth, which was gently soft. He could see that the velvet cloth was a good material, which was definitely not available to ordinary people. And the dragon embroidered in the middle of the cloth is even more handmade. Although Zhao Xuan did not know the things of these rich families, he could conclude from the touch that the owner of this cloth was rich or noble.

Looking at the dragon on the cloth, Zhao Xuan's eyes were more confused. In his influence, Aunt Hua has always played the role of a typical village woman who can't read a basket of characters. She basically can't hold anything else in her mind except daily firewood, rice, oil and salt. But how can such an ordinary village woman have such a valuable thing?

Zhao Xuan's eyes flashed with a trace of doubt, and then jumped forward and disappeared into the darkness.