The people hurried along the river towards the undulating mountains, because it was winter, and the water near the banks of the river was covered with a thick layer of ice, except for a cold trickle in the middle of the river.

Xu Guan and Wu Suomu rode on the same horse, he was in front, Wu Suomu was behind, and the difference in body shape between the two was too great, and his whole person was held in his arms by Wu Suomu who was holding the reins of the horse, which was quite embarrassing.

However, Xu Guan's body is still too weak, plus this is already a plateau area, the air is thin, and the climate is cold, even if he is hiding in Wu Suomu's arms, he still feels cold all over his body, and his whole body is cold, and he can't help but hide in the depths of Wu Suomu's arms.

Xu Guan's move frightened Wu Suomu, he had never been drilled by a man in his arms, and at this time his heart swelled with inexplicable nausea, if it weren't for the fact that this white-faced man was with his master, he would have thrown Xu Guan down a long time ago, where could he hide in his arms?

Every time Xu Guan squeezed a point into Wu Suomu's arms, Wu Suomu silently stepped back three points. Xu observed that his thick and warm chest was two points away, so he squeezed it back by two points. Poor Xu Guan is also a dignified eight-foot man, his sexual orientation is very healthy, and he definitely has no habit of breaking sleeves, but at this time, he was regarded as a person of Longyang by Wu Suomu. What's even more pitiful is that he didn't know it from beginning to end.

Wu Suomu saw Xu Guan stabbing into his arms vigorously, not to mention how awkward it was. But he couldn't dodge it, and if he retreated any further, he fell off the horse's buttocks. He had no choice but to sigh again as if he was fated, and simply didn't hide, letting Xu Guan hide in his arms, clinging to his chest. He thought in his heart: Hmph, even if this white-faced man really has a habit of breaking his sleeves, what if he is still afraid of him?

Thinking of this, Wu Suomu puffed up his chest again.

Xu Guan didn't know what Wu Suomu was thinking in his heart at all, he only felt that Wu Suomu was no longer hiding back, and he was finally able to get into his warm arms, and it was finally not as cold as before. He couldn't help but sigh again: How long has it been since he felt such a cold? Also, he had never felt so bumpy when riding a horse before, could it be that this mighty man's riding skills were not enough? That is, he didn't eat anything along the way, otherwise he would have to turn out all the food in his stomach.

The others did not even notice the little thing that had happened between the two of them on the horse, and they still rushed forward with one mind.

Just now they looked at the continuous mountain range, which seemed to be not far away, and they could even clearly distinguish the staggered ups and downs between the mountains, but when they really walked, it was far away. It took them nearly two hours to reach the foot of the mountain.

Wu Suomu held the reins of the horse in one hand, and the posture looked as if he was holding Xu Guan in his arms, and in the other hand he held the horsewhip, pointing to a large number of houses at the foot of the mountain ahead.

"Master, this is the village where we have lived for generations. The retreat that your ancestors built for you is on the hill behind the village. Immediately, the wind was strong, and Wu Suomu had to shout loudly at the top of his voice.

Wu Yan nodded slightly when she heard his words, and stared intently at the village at the foot of the mountain in front of her, and after seeing the general outline of the buildings in that village, her heart moved slightly.

That village is not a yurt, and there is no trace of Mongolian style at all from the appearance, but the complete architectural style of the Central Plains of the Ming Dynasty.

"This kind of house was built by Wu Jiang taught you, right?" she couldn't help asking, because of the deep relationship of skill, Wu Yan didn't need to shout at the top of his voice like Wu Suomu, and he could still clearly transmit the sound to the other party's ears.

"That's right!" Wu Suomu still shouted at the top of his voice: "Legend has it that the ancestors of Wujiang said that those moving houses on the grassland are not good enough, and they are not used to living in them. He built the place where he lived like this, and he said that the house in his hometown was like this. Later, his children, that is, our grandparents, also lived in such a house, and after three or four hundred years, it gradually became a village. ”

"Hmm. Pretty good. Wu Yan exclaimed.

"It's nothing to us, it's the house he built you that's what he says. Big and beautiful. Wu Suomu said sincerely, his face full of envy and admiration: "Your house is taller and bigger than us, and the yard is wider, the yard encloses the house in the middle, and then the outside of the yard is a bigger yard, and inside this larger yard, there are other houses, one yard with one yard, a total of five floors." Legend has it that it took nearly 50 years for the ancestors of Wujiang to build the house.

After the house was built, he also said: The emperor of the Central Plains lived in such a house, you are his master, you came here, you are the king here, so you must live in such a house to be worthy of your identity. ”

"Wu Jiang, really a very good guy. Wu Yan smiled and shook his head.

The raccoon next to him couldn't help but ask, "But it's been so long, is the house still there?

"No, no, no. Wu Suomu shook his head again and again: "The ancestors of Wujiang told us that we must often go into the yard, in addition to checking whether there are any wild beasts or other outsiders who have accidentally intruded, and always pay attention to the aging of the house. For so many years, we have been working on the renovation of that big house for generations. Until now, it's as good as new. ”

"At that time, when I called him back after the war, I told him that I would not come. He's going to keep repairing the house, and after more than a hundred years, he's dead, and you're going to let your descendants continue to do it. Why? Did he tell why?"

"I don't know. I guess I thought about what if you came here again one day. Like today, aren't you here? Wu Suomu guessed, just after speaking, he suddenly exclaimed: "Hey! I know, no wonder Wu Suomu's ancestors want us descendants, no matter how many generations have passed, we must insist on sweeping the tomb, it turns out that he has always believed that you will always live, no matter how long it takes, you will always live." ”

"This Wujiang senior is really good. The raccoon's tone was full of admiration: "He is really loyal to you, young lady. ”

"If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have regarded him as a confidant, and I wouldn't have entrusted him with such a confidential and important matter. ”

"Don't talk about the past, even today, this place is classified and very important. The fact that we can come with you, Miss, shows that we are also regarded by you as confidants. Tanuki smiled mischievously.

"What do little heads think. Haven't you always been my confidants, and if I don't trust you, who else can I trust?" Wu Yan raised his hand and gently tapped the raccoon's little brain.

But after knocking, she refocused her gaze on the village at the foot of the mountain, which was already close in front of her, and a faint sadness surged between her brows.

Time really is a scary thing. The scene that once led the three of them to charge into battle, as if it was all yesterday, for her, the passage of time is not measured in years, but her own memory, for a great witch like her, who has lived for hundreds of years, every time she gets along with a generation of subordinates, it is only one of the many experiences in her memory, although each one is very memorable. However, for ordinary people, this experience is a hundred, if not hundreds, of years.

Wu Yan just felt that he had sent Wu Jiang to this place to find a secret place suitable for himself to live in seclusion before, Wu Jiang had begged himself to promise him to let him stay here to accompany his beloved girl, and then, a hundred years of time passed quickly, and she was shocked to hear the news that Wu Jiang's limit was approaching one day, and later, even Wu Feng died of old age.

I was alone for nearly a hundred years, met four old slaves, took them under my command, and after another hundred years, I met a raccoon. All of this, in her opinion, was an experience at different stages, but today she suddenly discovered that one of her experiences was actually the history of a family spanning 400 years.

It's only been 400 years, and one of his once trusted confidants has become the ancestor of future generations, and has become a legendary existence in the eyes of these descendants.

Legends, 400 years have become legends?

Wu Yan suddenly felt a little sad, and a sense of loneliness that he had never felt before swept through his body. In fact, over the years, all the way around, her friends, partners, confidants, etc., everything is good, they are all like a hurried passerby, hurriedly met her, hurried to live their lives, hurriedly handed over their lifelong loyalty, friendship, trust, etc. to her, and finally hurriedly said goodbye to her.

has lived for so long, experienced so many things, and met so many people, but none of them can really be with her all the time.

Wu Yan lowered his head again, looked at Xu Guan, who was sitting on the back of Wu Suomu's horse, his face was pale, and his eyebrows were full of pain, he tightened his body and hid into Wu Suomu's arms one by one.

"And him. Wu Yan withdrew his gaze, his eyes becoming deep: "There are also the Lich Clan, and the Leader and other Dharma Protectors, as well as the mission that has run through the entire clan for thousands of years. ”

Wu Yan suddenly thought of the people in the small cave heaven again, since they left the imperial capital, until they came here, it only took three days.

The isolated environment here almost gave Wu Yan an illusion that he couldn't react, as if everything was as calm as ever, as if even the flow of time here had become trickle, silently passing by, leaving no trace except for taking away generation after generation.

However, this is not the case in the Central Plains, especially in Xiaodongtian, where they are either accumulating strength to prepare for war, or integrating combat power to wage war. I believe that at this moment, there is another killing sound in Jinguan City.

Wu Yan glanced back at the direction he came from, thinking in his heart.