Fireworks in March, grass grows warblers fly.

The Qinling Mountains, green willows and new green, mountain flowers bloom, everywhere is full of vitality.

Zhou Fengchen was carrying a large bag of children's toys, a pack of cigarettes, and rare small objects, standing outside the Gejia market, looking at the town, and his heart was indescribably complicated.

This place carries all his childhood memories and the joy of growing up, but when he learns that he is just a puppet who is being used by others, and this place does not actually belong to him, the pain is almost impossible for anyone to understand.

But he couldn't be indifferent and ignore his neighbors and fellow villagers, even if they didn't like him.

After a while, he exhaled and walked deep and shallow towards the town.

At this time, it was two or three o'clock in the afternoon, and there seemed to be a meeting on the street, there were still many people, and the small stalls and small shops had not yet been confiscated.

A group of women on the edge were selling small things with the soles of their shoes, and when they saw Zhou Fengchen coldly, they were stunned at first, and then their faces were frightened, and they sighed, "The dust baby is back again!" ”

This voice is good, adults shout, children cry, chickens fly and dogs jump on the street, and there is chaos.

Zhou Fengchen was stunned, his mouth was a little bitter, and he felt tasteless in his heart, he should have been honored to return to his hometown or Shibei for three days, but now the meaning has changed.

After a while, half of the people on the street hid, poked their heads out and watched secretly, and someone slipped away to find the old branch secretary.

The scene is extremely exaggerated.

But Gangzi and Liuzi walked over slowly out of nowhere, "Dust, dust baby, again, back again?" ”

Zhou Fengchen chuckled lightly and stuffed the gift in his hand to the two, "When I come back this time, I won't do anything bad, I won't take a stitch or a thread, it's all small gifts, let's share them with everyone." ”

Saying that, he didn't pay attention to anyone anymore and walked straight to the south of the Millet Mountain.

Almost everyone moved with him, watching his depressed, lonely figure get out of the way.

Gangzi carried the big bag dryly, "What's wrong with the dust and dust baby?" Got the wrong medicine? ”

Liuzi also swallowed, "yes, it seems to be a little different." ”

……

Millet Mountain is only a few miles away from the town, ten minutes away.

At this time, Millet Mountain has become an ordinary hill, with wild grass and wild birds flying all over it.

Zhou Fengchen stood alone at the foot of the mountain, quietly watched for three hours, and carefully recalled every picture, every event, big and small, from the time he remembered.

Suddenly realized a truth, maybe my father has changed, my sister has changed, but my memory will not change, because it belongs to me and no one knows.

He turned around and walked towards the "grave of Zhou Daoxing" in the west, his childhood memories still echoing in his mind, a faint smile appeared on his face, smiling and smiling, tears slowly slid down the corners of his eyes, drop by drop, gently dripping on the grass.

The distance between Xiaomishan and the "Zhoudaoxing Grave" was less than ten miles, and he walked for two or three hours.

The grave is still the same grave, and it is still the same as when he left, and he has not touched a point, but there are a lot of paper money ashes in front of the grave, I don't know if it was burned by the villagers or Zhang Xiaoling.

Zhou Fengchen wiped the corners of his eyes, knelt down, took out two stacks of dark coins from his pocket, took out a lighter, and burned them one by one.

He can be hostile to Zhou Daoxing, he can be incompatible with him, and he can even ask him for an explanation, but he really can't erase the father in his memory.

That's right! He is commemorating the old man who blows the horn of the dead and helps people watch feng shui in his memory, not the earth immortal Zhou Daoxing, one of the "three paths".

It was getting dark, and the lights of the town in the distance were already very faint, and the birds were chirping from time to time in the depths of the forest.

At this moment, a white shadow in the distance suddenly approached, and when he came to the side, he sat lightly on the fork of a big tree, shaking his slender legs, and his soft voice was pleasant, "Coming back?" ”

Zhou Fengchen turned his head to look and found Zhang Xiaoling, who was dressed in white like snow and looked like an ordinary girl.

Nodding his head and saying, "I'm back!"

Zhang Xiaoling smiled, "You seem to have lost weight!" ”

Zhou Fengchen sighed, "Hongchen is so troubled, and if you experience more, you will lose weight." ”

Zhang Xiaoling chuckled, "What you said is quite meaningful." ”

Zhou Fengchen also smiled, "Thank you for your help last time, and then ...... Didn't bother you, did it? ”

It's about blocking the prince and princess of the demon clan last time.

Zhang Xiaoling waved her sleeves, full of pride, "My aunt has been practicing for hundreds of years, since I dare to do it, I am naturally not afraid of retaliation, what can the demon king of the demon clan do to me?" ”

Zhou Fengchen nodded, "Admire!" ”

At this point, the two of them had nothing to say, and looked at the grass grave together.

After a while, the smile on Zhang Xiaoling's face disappeared, "You shouldn't have come back!" ”

"Why?" Zhou Fengchen asked.

Zhang Xiaoling said: "Because the five families and seven factions are looking for you, and in their opinion, you will definitely return here!"

Zhou Fengchen's heart beat faster, he was silent for a while, and said: "I thought that the most dangerous place was the safest place, hasn't anyone been here in the past month?"

Zhang Xiaoling nodded, "Zhang Yingsong and Song Jinhu have been here, and they have done something in the town, as long as you come back, they will know!" ”

Zhou Fengchen's breathing became heavier, "In other words, they will arrive soon?" ”

Zhang Xiaoling said: "No! You still have three days to go, because a man named Huang Shigong will help you make the illusion that you are there in the South China Sea! Plus, I've left them in town for the time being!

Pity! This is your catastrophe, they can't avoid it, they can break through the illusion of the South China Sea, and they will also find that the things in the town have been touched, and someone will come in three days at the latest! ”

"Three days ......"

Zhou Fengchen muttered and chuckled.

Zhang Xiaoling nodded, "That's right!" Three days! It's too late for you to escape. ”

Zhou Fengchen asked, "Do you think I should escape?"

Zhang Xiaoling said: "Yes!"

Zhou Fengchen asked again: "So, where should I flee?"

Zhang Xiaoling was silent for a while, "It seems...... There is nowhere to run! ”

A trace of struggle and helplessness flashed in Zhou Fengchen's eyes, and finally said calmly: "So...... I'm not going to run away! ”

Zhang Xiaoling glanced at the grave, then at Zhou Fengchen, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, "I know your intentions, but I don't support it, maybe this choice is better than running away, it's terrible!" ”

Zhou Fengchen hesitated for a moment, "Can you restrain my dissipating cultivation and provide some aura?" ”

Zhang Xiaoling sighed, "Yes!" The aura is huge, beyond your imagination! ”

Zhou Fengchen breathed a sigh of relief, "That's enough!" ”

The two were again speechless, the branches of the trees shook all around, and a crescent moon rose in the sky.

After a while, Zhou Fengchen said, "I want to know what happened to my father before, is it okay?"

Zhang Xiaoling was silent for a while, and said: "My brother-in-law is one hundred and seventy-seven years old this year, nine years older than my sister, he was very handsome and heroic when he was young, and he is the kind of person who stands in the crowd and you can spot it at a glance.

But his talent is not very good, at least not as good as you, and he is often scolded by his father-in-law, because he is often bruised and embarrassed when he exercises.

My sister was sixteen years old when she met him, he was twenty-five years old, and when he was twenty-five, he was only in the initial realm of Waidan, far worse than you, but the old head of the Great Yan Sect was dead, and he became the head of the Great Yan Sect early.

He also has a senior sister named Zhou Minyi, after the death of the old sect leader, it was her turn to teach her brother-in-law a lesson, and she often held her brother-in-law's ear and snorted and drank......"

(End of chapter)