"Whew!"

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The three of them hurriedly stood up, Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu couldn't help but take two steps back, a little timid, but Jun Wenxin looked at the people who suddenly appeared in front of them generously, they had a dusty temperament, dressed in Taoist robes, led by a tall and rough-looking man.

Caomiao Village is located in the middle of nowhere, how could these people suddenly appear? Moreover, they saw the tragic situation in the village, and they were so calm, they must not be ordinary people, plus this is at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, could it be that they actually came from the mysterious Qingyun Gate, a giant of the righteous path?

Thinking of this, Jun Wenxin straightened his clothes, saluted them respectfully, and then asked politely, "How many Dao Masters dare to ask are from Qingyunmen?"

The very strong man was obviously a little stunned: "Well, that's right, we are all disciples of Qingyunmen, a few little brothers, but the villagers in this village?"

Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu were six gods and no masters at this time, hiding behind Jun Wenxin, listening to their speeches.

Jun Wenxin shook his head and replied, "It is true that the two behind me are children from the village, but I am a passerby who passed by this morning. ”

He paused, and suddenly asked, "A few Taoist leaders, have you checked in the village, are there still living people in the village?"

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu behind them immediately raised their heads.

"There are no living mouths yet, there are still a few juniors and disciples who are investigating, and in addition, the corpses in the village, we have already buried. The stout man replied.

"Have you counted the number of people?" Jun asked.

"One of us has a junior who trades firewood with your village on weekdays, and he is very familiar with the situation of the villagers in your village. After his identification, and then after our count, there are a total of 247 people in the forty-two households in Caomiao Village," the sturdy man paused, looked at Zhang Xiaofan and the two behind Jun Wenxin sympathetically, and continued: "In addition to these two children, there should be a person surnamed Wang alive, and several junior disciples are looking for it." ”

Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu's pupils dilated slightly, their eyes were dull, their faces were stiff, their bodies were soft, and they seemed to have lost all their strength in an instant, only to feel that everything in this world seemed to be moving away quickly, the world was spinning, and there was only one voice in their heads:

Daddy, daddy, they're dead......

Jun Wenxin hurriedly took two steps forward and helped the crumbling two, he suddenly had a strong sense of identity with these two boys who met for the first time, they will also be orphans in the future, just like me!

"The man surnamed Wang has been found, everyone, come quickly-"

Suddenly, a voice came from the entrance of the village.

Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu woke up and stumbled over there, and Jun Wenxin hurriedly followed behind.

"Hell, hell, hell......"

There were piercing and unpleasant screams.

Zhang Xiaofan didn't care so much, rushed over all of a sudden, and shouted loudly: "Second Uncle Wang, Second Uncle Wang, is it you?"

He was anxious, and his shouting was a little anxious and a little crying, and Jun Wenxin saw it in his eyes, and he couldn't bear it.

I saw a middle-aged man dressed as a woodcutter, holding his head in his hands, huddled tightly in the corner of the latrine, his whole body trembling, and from between his fingers, the sound of "ghost, ghost ......" came from his own body.

Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu, who ran over together, immediately recognized this person as a woodcutter in Caomiao Village, surnamed Wang, the second in line, kind, smiling all day long, and it was also very good for their group of children.

Zhang Xiaofan didn't think about it, rushed over, ran to Second Uncle Wang's side, grabbed his shoulder hard, and said loudly: "Second Uncle Wang, what happened? Why are all the people in the village dead?"

Second Uncle Wang heard Zhang Xiaofan asking one after another, as if he was touched, and stopped saying the words "ghost, ghost" for the time being, slowly raised his head and looked at Zhang Xiaofan in front of him.

Jun Wenxin shrugged and moved, and quickly grabbed those Taoist priests and made them all quiet down one by one.

It's just that Second Uncle Wang's eyes were red, full of fear and confusion, he looked at Zhang Xiaofan for a long time, but he didn't say a word, frowned tightly, as if he was trying his best to think about something?

Someone couldn't help but take a step and was about to speak, but was quietly pulled by the person next to him.

Zhang Xiaofan saw that Second Uncle Wang didn't react for a long time, just looked at himself lifelessly, was very anxious, and said loudly: "Second Uncle Wang, what's wrong with you?"

Unexpectedly, Second Uncle Wang was shouted loudly by him, his whole body trembled, his face was frightened, and the whole person suddenly crawled to the side, holding his head in his hands, shrinking into a ball, and kept wailing in his mouth: "Ghost, ghost, ghost......"

"Alas......"

Jun Wenxin and the others couldn't help but sigh.

Zhang Xiaofan was still waiting to be asked, but was pulled by Lin Jingyu on the side, Zhang Xiaofan turned his head puzzled, but saw tears in the corners of Lin Jingyu's eyes, and said sadly: "It's useless, he's crazy!"

"Boom!"

Zhang Xiaofan's head rang, and he was stunned and couldn't make a sound.

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The white clouds are long, and the sky and the earth are open.

This is the disciple's room of Qingyunmen Tongtian Peak, outside the door is a small courtyard, there are a few pines and cypresses, a few bushes of grass and trees, there are a few fragrant flowers in the middle, it is open pleasantly, there is a corridor in front of the door, leading to the outside of the courtyard, four feet in front of the door, there are several layers of steps, connecting the courtyard and the corridor.

Jun Wenxin walked from the end of the corridor to this side, and saw two lonely children sitting at the corner of the steps, with their hands on their cheeks, sitting there in a daze, motionless.

Perhaps it was the sound of footsteps that alarmed them, and they hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised their heads.

In the distance, there is a quiet birdsong, the sky is blue, and there are a few white clouds.

In the small courtyard, there was silence.

I don't know how long it was, Jun Wenxin was the first to speak softly: "You woke up...... I got up early in the morning, so I went out and asked, this is Qingyun Mountain Tongtian Peak. ”

Lin Jingyu muttered: "Qingyun Mountain ......"

Zhang Xiaofan was stunned and did not react.

Jun Wenxin carried a wooden lunch box, walked up to them, opened the lid, took out two bowls of rice porridge, and gently handed them to them: "Come, this is the rice porridge I just boiled in their kitchen, you can drink some first, I haven't eaten all day yesterday, and I've been asleep for so long, make up for my body." ”

Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu looked at the rice porridge in front of them in a daze, took it slowly, and drank it in small sips.

The rice porridge was warm, as if it was slowly flowing to the bottom of my heart, but there were teardrops on my face, drop by drop, falling ......

Alas, their misery is no less than mine, at least, I still have hope to find my father, but they have no hope......

Jun Wenxin sighed in his heart, he put the lunch box on the ground, sat between them, clasped his hands on his knees, looked up at the white clouds slowly drifting in the air, and the soft voice gradually sounded.

"Shall I tell you my story?"