Before dawn, the small village was shrouded in the morning light, and the young man stood outside the fence, with a white robe and jade face, black hair and red lips, bright and vivid in the morning light.

The woman in the small village has never seen much of the world, and the most shocking memory in her impression is that one year she saw the statue of Erlang Zhenjun at the big temple in the city, which was the most beautiful person she had ever seen in her life..... At this moment, it was as if she had returned to that day.

The boy disturbed her, but she did not dare to move, lest she disturb the boy, and then dissipated like smoke.

The chickens and ducks in the courtyard are rattling, and the chaff is robbing the ground and planing.

The boy looked at her and said, "Is this how chickens and ducks are fed?"

The woman nodded hurriedly.

The boy said, "Is that all you eat?"

The woman hurriedly shook her head and said, "Yes, the main thing is to eat by yourself, and the ducks rush to the small pond at the entrance of the village..."

The boy shushed at her, held out a finger to the courtyard, and said, "Look.."

The woman hurriedly followed, there was only a rain yesterday, the ground was soaked, a chicken dug out an earthworm, and suddenly a group of chickens surrounded it to fight....

The sound of a young man's laughter sounded outside the fence, and the woman turned her head to look, stunned again.

"It's the same as in the painting. The young man said, smiled, and then looked at the chickens and ducks in the courtyard and turned away, his posture was ethereal, as if slow and fast, he carried a black cloth bag behind him, bulging like a jar shape, and disappeared into the morning mist in the blink of an eye, and the woman still looked at it stupidly.....

But why did this young man say that it was the same as the painting, shouldn't he say that the painting was the same as the real thing? Could it be that he had never seen the real thing, but only seen the painting.....

Sure enough, it's an immortal!

In the morning light, the country roads are intricate, but the young man's footsteps are not the slightest jerky, like the villagers who grew up here, he walks easily and casually, he occasionally stops, looks at the crops in the fields by the roadside, and reaches out to caress the blooming wildflowers, looking curious but calm.....

A black horse came running from a distance and stopped beside him obediently.

"The mountain is such a mountain, the village is such a village, am I walking in the painting, or is it in reality?" said the boy to the horse.

The horse could not answer him, and shook his head and tail and snorted.

The boy continued to walk forward, and the black horse followed with him, listening to the boy talk to himself.

"I guess I saw these when I was a kid, but I forgot.... What is there to remember, but you keep it in your heart all the time, what is it that you remember, and what is it that you forget..."

"I'm going to take you around now, are you happy? I don't think there's anything to be happy about... This is not my home. ”

He stopped, looked back at the distant mountains and green daisies, there was cooking smoke, he retracted his gaze, took out a scroll from the leather bag next to the saddle, raised his hand, the scroll fell and unfolded is a painting, the yellow sand on it is a barren barren, paper house but the picture seems to be boundless, covering the front in an instant, the green mountains and green waters are all gone, the scroll is like a door, stepping into another world.

The boy looked at the desert.

"This is not my home. ”

With a shake of his hand, he put away the painting, and the man turned over and got on his horse.

"Let's go, I'll take you home. ”

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As the daylight gradually slanted, the Empress Dowager Qin stepped into the duty room, changed into new clothes and dressed up again, and the whole person in the dimly lit room was full of light.

"Why haven't you come yet?" she asked urgently, stroking her face again, "Brother, I'm still the same as before, right?

Qin Tan said fairly: "Don't worry, don't worry, the road is unfamiliar and you walk slowly." ”

Empress Dowager Qin was stunned: "Is he actually walking alone? What about the Xiliang people? What about the black armor guard? Brother, didn't you give him the bat order?

Qin Tan said fairly: "Since it was given to him, let him do it willingly." He looked at the drip on the side and shouted to someone.

Someone hurried in and leaned over to obey.

"Where is Qi Niang, have you entered the city?" asked Qin Tangong.

The man looked up and hesitated, "No, the people have gone to Brookvalley Town." ”

Empress Dowager Qin was puzzled: "Where is that?"

Qin Tangong smiled and said, "A small mountain village, not far from the capital. ”

Oh... Empress Dowager Qin shook her head again and said, "I don't care where it is, where does Qi Niang go and what is going to do?"

Qin Tan said fairly: "Probably, let's go and borrow a night." ”

At this time, it was not yet dark, and even if the city gate was closed after dark, he would not be able to enter, so why didn't he enter the city? Empress Dowager Qin was even more puzzled.

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It was always darker in the mountain village than in the town, and the pedestrians on the road were almost extinct in the twilight, and the woodcutter was hurrying away with a high pyre of firewood, and the sound of horses' hooves came from behind him, and the woodcutter looked back to see a man coming on horseback.

The man on the horse covered his head and face with a cloak, and he could not see clearly.

“... Kuding, I'm back so late. ”

The man on the horse said, his voice crisp.

The woodcutter couldn't help but smile: "Collect more firewood... He paused, and the man had already ridden past him, bringing up a gust of wind that made him squint.

Who is this person? Although he can't see it clearly, he has grown up in this valley town since he was a child, and he can recognize the villagers when he closes his eyes, this person is definitely not someone he knows.... How do you know his name? And know that he always returns late to collect firewood?

The woodcutter watched the horse enter the village and town ahead, and reached out and scratched his head, whose relatives?

The village is not large, the houses are scattered, and one man and one horse walk through and soon come to the innermost house, the house is old in the twilight, obviously uninhabited for a long time, but it has not collapsed and fallen, and the low wall still has traces of just repaired.

There is a big lock on the courtyard gate, rusty, isolated from the inside and outside.

The man on the horse jumped down and walked to the big tree by the door, crouched down and turned over a mossy stone under the tree, and took out a rusty key.

The door creaked and closed, and a woman in a grass house not far away was coming out, subconsciously looking over, looking puzzled, then staring at the round eyes in surprise, turning around and hurrying back to the house.

"His father, it's so strange, I seem to see the door of Xu Hou's house open. She said in a trembling voice.

The man squatting at the dinner table pouted: "What nonsense, Xu Hou has been dead for more than ten years..... It's those scholars who come to visit the former home again. Saying that, he thought of something and put down the dishes and chopsticks, "... Speaking of which, it rained a few days ago, I don't know if there was a rain leak in the house, so I'll go in tomorrow to take a look. ”

The woman sighed and muttered, "Even if it is a visitor, it does not come at night... What can you see when the light is blind? ”

If she came out again at this point, she would see the courtyard over there lit up.

With a bang, a black clay pot was placed on the dilapidated square table, and the table swayed slightly and creaked before it fell apart.

The fire twist was placed on the oil lamp that had dried up the dust of the cobwebs, and the man who came took off the cloak to reveal his face.

The young Qin Mei pouted in the dim light and broke through the house.

"Sir, you're home. ”

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