Zheng Wan could feel that he had fallen to the ground, very lightly, without too much sound or pain, Huo Lanjue controlled everything and did not hurt her. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Sister......" Xiuxiu ran over and shouted anxiously to see if she was injured, until she was sure that she was okay, she was relieved and stopped shouting, but she felt overwhelmed, and she only felt that she was moved by Zheng Guan's sadness, and she actually burst into tears.

Suddenly, Zheng Guan howled, tears rained down, and all the sadness, resentment, unwillingness, and pain seemed to gradually fade away and blur.

Heaven makes her lose, and she will gain it.

She didn't walk alone, but she walked for a long time, but not forever.

After a long time, she sat up, wiped away her tears for Xiuxiu, and said, "Silly girl, don't cry." ”

Although the two seem to be close in age, the innocence between Xiuxiu's eyes and demeanor makes Zheng Guan feel that she is just a little girl younger than herself.

Xiuxiu nodded endlessly and said, "Sister is not allowed to cry." ”

Zheng Wan smiled slightly, got up and tidied up his clothes, and said, "Xiuxiu, I will go back to the immortal cultivation realm, what are you going to do?" ”

Xiuxiu's face darkened, and said: "I want to be with my sister, but grandpa ......" she lowered her head and whispered: "Grandpa seems to want my sister to help me, I don't know much about these things, but it should be dangerous, so I still don't ...... sister"

"Wen Lao." Zheng Wan shouted towards the entrance of the cave, interrupting Xiuxiu's words as well.

Xiuxiu turned around and saw Wen Laogen, with a drooping face, as if she felt guilty.

"Alas......" Wen Laogen sighed lightly, fell from the entrance of the cave to the ground, made a salute, and said earnestly: "Miss Zheng, old and cheeky, please read the girl for the sake of Xiuxiu accompanying the girl for fifty years, and help Xiuxiu." ”

As he spoke, Wen Laogen wanted to kneel on the ground even more.

Xiuxiu raised her head, there was confusion in her eyes, and hurriedly went to support her grandfather, although she liked Zheng Guan, but for her, she couldn't tolerate her grandfather bowing down to Zheng Guan.

Zheng Guan would not be arrogant enough to accept the ceremony, she also stepped forward to help Wen Laogen, she glanced at Xiuxiu's expression, and said: "Wen Lao, since you are helping Xiuxiu, there are some things that Xiuxiu needs to decide personally. ”

Seeing Xiuxiu's puzzled expression, Zheng Wan guessed that Wen Laogen should have hidden something from Xiuxiu.

Wen Laogen suddenly broke away from Xiuxiu's hand and knelt on the ground with a plop, but knelt down to Xiuxiu, "Miss, the old slave should die, but the old slave didn't want Miss to worry about it, so he hid Miss's deep hatred." ”

Xiuxiu tried her best to pull Wen Laogen, but she couldn't pull him, so she also knelt on the ground, but when she heard about the "deep hatred", she was suddenly a little stunned.

"Miss, you are the daughter of Begonia, the head of the original Dongshu faction. The old slave was a loose cultivator, chased and killed, but fortunately he was rescued by the head of the sea, and in order to thank the head of the sea, the old slave volunteered to serve the head of the house. The third-rate sects are fighting, wanting to expand and enter the second-rate, and the small sects that do not enter the stream are waiting for the opportunity to covet them, and they want to get benefits from them. The Dongshu faction only belongs to the third-rate sects, and it is inevitable that they are in the struggle between the third-rate sects, but the Haizhang sect does not like to compete by nature, so he is maneuvering around, and in this it finds a neutral point for the Dongshu sect. Until Taohuawu, a second-rate sect, secretly participated, killed and replaced the head of the sea. Since then, the Dongshu faction has become the protagonist of the struggle, and gradually became one of the two main factions in the east, and Feng Yiming, the current head of the Dongshu faction, is the lackey of Taohuawu. Back then, I escaped with my young lady and hid all my life, and all these years I have always wanted to avenge the head of the sect and recapture the Dongshu faction. ”

Zheng Wan looked at Xiuxiu's gloomy and uncertain expression, sighed lightly, and called, "Xiuxiu......"

Xiuxiu raised her confused eyes.

The survival of the fittest is the melody of this world, so all the monks continue to cultivate and improve their cultivation, and the sects continue to compete and improve their strength, but their cultivation is high and their strength is not necessarily the fittest.

Zheng Wan shook his head and sighed lightly, turned his back, and walked onto the winding path to the foot of the mountain, "Xiuxiu, you think about what you want to do and then tell me." She wants to leave some time and space for Xiuxiu to accept the past and face the future.

After taking a few steps, he paused again and sighed, "Hatred is not everything. ”

She finally didn't want hatred to become a shackle on the originally innocent person, but she could only remind her, but she couldn't stop it.

As for helping Xiuxiu, it is certain, but if you talk about the reasons, there are three reasons: first, she likes Xiuxiu's naïve energy and really wants to help her; Second, Wen Laogen is right, Xiuxiu has been with her for 50 years, and she has been able to live Xiuxiu so far, she doesn't like to accept kindness from others, so even if there is no such thing, she will repay this kindness; Third, although Wen Laogen and Xiuxiu don't know the details or principles of her rebirth, they know that the origin of her body is water, and the method of using water as a body is beyond the ordinary. So, she had to do something to tie them up.

Based on the above reasons, she must help Xiuxiu, to which reason is the Lord, which is the time, she herself can't tell, but every point is taken out and asked her to help Xiuxiu, and now it is mixed together, although the matter is simple, but it makes her sigh, when will she start to calculate the people who treat her sincerely?

It's just that she has to live, she wants to live, from this moment, to live for herself, even if she needs to do whatever it takes!

The mountain breeze is refreshing, the bright moon is bright, and there are a few lights at the foot of the mountain.

At the entrance of the village, there is a sign with the three words of "Pingtai Village" neatly written, the houses in the village are far and near or opposite to the door, or built next to each other, mostly built with stones, although they are not magnificent, but the stones are built out of a sense of strictness, just like the breath of the dust country five hundred years ago.

Zheng Guan's heart moved, stepped up his steps, and walked towards the largest stone house in the village, Si Xuetang.

I didn't get close to the Si Xuetang, but I heard the sound of recitation, and then the name of the Si Xuetang, but I knew that it was a place for teaching and learning.

As I approached, through the position of the gate of the Si Xuetang, which was always open because there was no gate, it can be seen that on the smooth bluestone floor, there are seven knee-high stone masonry cases horizontally and vertically, and each of the first five rows of stone cases either sits one, or sits two, reading aloud, and the last two rows are empty. On the four sides of the stone case, or between the cases, there are lights, and they are very bright.

There is another stone case at the front, and five steps after the stone case, three stone houses can be seen.

At this moment, the gray-haired old master was sitting next to the stone case at the front, his eyebrows swept across the crowd, and he said solemnly: "What does this text mean, leave you for a moment to discuss." ”

For a time, the people sitting between the cases and the people turned their heads to each other, and most of those who sat together in the same case were one year old and one year young, and the old ones had poor eyesight, and the young ones read the articles on the wooden tablets; The young are not knowledgeable, and the old man explains the meaning of the words.

It's all fun.

A quarter of an hour later, the people in each case got up one after another to answer the old master's question, each expressing his own views, each expressing his understanding, and the answers were dazzling, and the master nodded one after another, if it did not violate the general righteousness, but did not criticize.

Zheng Guan looked back and thought about the word "thinking", but felt that this was not a private school in the real sense, but to let people know: people live in the world, and if they don't think, they will retreat, so they can think and think.

Zheng Guan stood on one side until late at night, when the scholars dispersed.

Among the scholars, Zheng Guan paid special attention to one person, who was sloppy, who seemed to be about forty or fifty years old, sitting alone in the closest corner of the fifth row, with no wooden tablets on his desk, and he only smiled with his mouth wide open and could not see his tongue from beginning to end.

Zheng Guan paid attention to him because when he was answering the questions in everyone, the smile on his face would change slightly, and these changes were more likely to be related to what the scholars said.

He looks stupid, he doesn't seem to understand everything, but in fact, he understands everything, and he can see it better than anyone else, Zheng Guan thought to himself.

"Huzi", when everyone dispersed, the old master shouted at the man, his tone was less solemn and more peaceful, "Are you happy today?" ”

Hu Zihan smiled, nodded his head constantly, picked up the wooden tablet on the stone table for the old master, and walked into the room behind him familiarly.

There are bookshelves on all four walls of the house, and there are a large number of wooden tablets on the shelves, all of which are ordinary books, which should be a library room.

The old master entered the house, walked to the stone case privately, opened a wooden box next to the case, the box was also full of wooden tablets, the old master took out a roll from it, handed it to Huzi and said, "The last one, go." ”

Huzi ran to the side of the bookshelf with joy, dialed the small mechanism on the wall, the bookshelf opened outward, revealing a secret room, and the room erected more than a dozen smooth bluestone slabs, the stone slabs were engraved with small characters, and if you looked closely, it was actually a seal.

Zheng Guan had seen everyone's wooden tablets before, and the writing was only the simple characters commonly used in the Qin Dynasty, so he was a little surprised when he saw the seal here, and then he looked at the handwriting on the bluestone slab seriously.

The bluestone slab records that Pingtai Village is a descendant of the Dust Country, which is not what Zheng Wan expected, but there are records about the Dust Country that shocked Zheng Guan, and there are two of them.

The first article says: In the early years, I woke up, and I appeared in the huge stone pile, the yellow sand outside the stone, and there were 239 people who accompanied me, men, women and children. I only remember a little miraculous power, so I built a green capital in the yellow sand and named it dust. I have spent my whole life and will never recall the past, but there are a few clues for future generations to refer to: first, more than 300 of us only do not remember the past, but none of the world's rotations, disciplines, and skills have been forgotten; Second, when I woke up, I was pregnant with the Emperor Sea Pearl (as soon as I saw this pearl, the name of the Emperor Sea hovered in my head), so I used it to create a dust country, and took the emperor as the king's surname. The city was built with stone, so the stone is the surname of the people. Third, in my dreams, I dreamed many times and a scene, the mountains and rivers are complete, if the fairyland is wonderful, but whenever I wake up from the dream, I will have a headache and crack after a little in-depth study. I painted with this scene and left it for future generations to find the source. ”

This article should be the self-report of the founder of the Dust Country, but if its statement is true, then the Dust Country is really a forgotten national capital, and I don't know where to trace the source. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) )