"Why is there a mundane town here?"

He Miaomiao looked at the house hidden in the mist under the low cliff where she settled, and felt an inexplicable familiarity, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

Mo Jiuyou's face was a little weird, and he swallowed for a long time before he said:

"It's still my clan brother, if you have to make such a town, you have to let the elders of the clan set up a no-fly formation, and if you want to pass, you have to walk. There are monks dressed as mortals, and there are people who sell porridge and steamed buns. ”

He Miaomiao sneered, and wanted to ask him if this clan brother had something in his brain, but seeing that Mo Jiuyou's expression was not full of worry, he naturally didn't ask.

"He Daoyou, don't laugh at him in the town later, although he is only in the early stage of Jindan, his strength... The strength is quite scary. ”

He Miaomiao nodded and promised: "I will never laugh at him! Everyone has different habits, understandable!"

Mo Jiuyou breathed a sigh of relief, pointed to a small road and said, "Let's go, this is the road here, and you will go down to Linshan Town." ”

He Miaomiao followed behind him, walked about halfway, and paused suddenly, her face full of shock.

"You just... Say what kind of town is this?"

Mo Jiuyou looked back and saw that her face was pale, her lips were trembling, and she was surprised in her heart, and hurriedly replied, "Linshan Town." He Daoyou, what's wrong with you?"

"Linshan Town... Linshan Town..."

He Miaomiao seemed to be unable to speak, she could only repeat these three words in her mouth, her eyes fixed on the end of the path, and looked at the big locust tree that she had imprinted in the depths of her memory by the small clearing outside the town.

"He Daoyou, He Daoyou, why are you crying?"

Mo Jiuyou was frightened, her expression did not change, as if she was frozen. But the disbelief in her eyes, as well as the tears that fell from her, clearly indicated that she was upset at the moment.

He Miaomiao was awakened by his words, wiped her face, and realized that her face was soaked.

She didn't dare to take another step forward, she was afraid.

I'm afraid that all this is fake, it was Mo Jiuyou who wanted to harm her and led her into a magical illusion array.

She was afraid that if she went any further, she would see Quan Ling, which made her reluctant to wake up again.

But what she was even more afraid of was that if she was sober enough to break free from the formation, the hope in her heart would be broken again!

"If you don't want to go here, let's go another way. You can take a large flying boat from Mt. Garo to the south, and then you can go south to the central part of the country. It's a little farther away......"

"Nope. ”

He Miaomiao interrupted him, she finally struggled from her chaotic and confused thoughts, and woke up from her dizziness, which was enough for her to see all this clearly, it was definitely not a formation illusion.

"Mo Daoyou, I'm sorry, it's me who lost my temper. ”

"It's okay, it's okay, but why are you ......" Mo Jiuyou wanted to ask, but felt that it was her privacy, and diverted the topic before she finished speaking, "Let's continue to go?"

"Yes, I'm tired of Mo Daoyou!"

He Miaomiao clenched her fists tightly, her nails sunk into her palms and loosened, covering them under her wide sleeves, and she couldn't see the turbulent waves in her heart from her face.

The big locust tree, the open space where the town gathers, the small stone bridge at the other end... Each one of them is the same town where she and Quan Ling lived.

Walking into the town sprinkled with blood moonlight, the distribution of houses and the bluestone slabs on the streets have all been restored to the extreme according to the appearance of memory.

It's just a pile of three or five, wearing ordinary coarse cloth clothes, standing together and chatting "townspeople", all of them are demon cultivators from the Qi refining period to the Jindan stage.

"The fifth son is here!"

"Fifth son, long time no see!"

Seeing Mo Jiuyou, the monks hugged their fists again and again, greeted them warmly, and nodded to He Miaomiao by the way.

"These are all abysses... He is a subordinate of my brother, and I often come to see him, and I am familiar with them. ”

"Chibuchi... Mo Qianyuan..."

He Miaomiao couldn't help but laugh and burst into tears for some reason.

Mo Jiuyou saw that she had begun to become strange since she came here, and he had a rough guess in his heart.

"He Daoyou, are you... Do you recognize this town?"

He Miaomiao didn't speak, just walked silently on the familiar street, and gradually surpassed Mo Jiuyou, who led the way, and walked directly through a narrow alley.

"Hey, you can't get in there!"

"Tell the Lord!"

"It's over, Fifth Prince, what kind of Taoist friend are you here!

Mo Jiuyou saw her enter the alley where she was forbidden to enter, and his heart was tight, but he could see that she was not as familiar as an outsider, but he never stopped her.

Listening to the urgent shouts of the monks around him, Mo Jiuyou waved his hand at them, "Don't worry, wait here, and talk about it when Qianyuan comes." ”

......

The familiar alley was deserted, and in the middle of the alley, in a ruined corner, there was a dilapidated slingshot and countless sharp stones.

It's still the same.

He Miaomiao half-squatted down, looked at the half-cut slingshot, and suddenly laughed. Tears fell down again and again, rolling in the dust, like beads, only to be broken for a moment.

When she was young, she always felt that the old man treated them harshly, and every time she was angry and beaten, she wanted to take revenge. Later, when he was older, he took Quan Ling and ran away from the town, picked up branches to make slingshots, and selected many of the most 'powerful' stones.

She thought that if the old man hit them again, she would shoot him with a slingshot. Quan Ling hung his snot and weakly disagreed, saying that his grandfather was all for their good, and she was beaten by her, saying that the two of them were a gang, and Quan Ling was not allowed to betray.

In the blink of an eye, they were in their early fives, and the old man hit them less and less, and his strength became less and less, I don't know if he was old or not so generous.

Anyway, she didn't feel the pain, so she forgot about the slingshot and the stones.

But the whole Spirit remembers everything.

He occupied a mountain, became the "king of the mountain", had many people to help, and also built a mountain town.

He Miaomiao wiped away the tears on her face, took a deep breath, stood up and walked outside the alley.

This path led to their broken yard, but because it was so narrow, it was always only her, Quan Ling, and a few of the town's children who walked through it.

The alley is not long, but He Miaomiao walks very slowly, but no matter how slow it is, it always has to come to an end.

Timid, she looked at the familiar courtyard door, stood on the side of the street, and didn't dare to push the door in.

It was a ruined place she had ever dreamed of escaping, and it had been a home she had ever dreamed of coming back to.

It's a pity that when I was young, I only knew the vastness of the outside world, but I never knew that the world was sinister, and I didn't understand the impermanence of the world.

He Miaomiao stroked the courtyard door, and the wooden plank that could not be dropped was easily pushed open.

The mud floor, the broken grass huts, and countless wine bottles are neatly arranged by the walls that cannot be poured.

He Miaomiao just wanted to enter, but she felt a powerful aura coming from behind her, which made her freeze in place for a moment, not daring to raise her feet and not daring to turn back.

The breath was so unfamiliar that she didn't dare to look at it, in case... Not him?