Half a year passed quickly.

Tang Yue, who was five and a half years old, sat outside the fence of the house with a small stool, looking at the road her father walked back then, staring blankly.

"Xiao Yue'er, you're waiting for your father again."

The village chief, who was already old, walked slowly to Tang Yue's side on crutches and asked softly.

"Grandpa the village chief! What are you doing here. Tang Yue looked at the village chief in surprise, returned to the house with his hands and feet, and moved out with difficulty carrying a chair.

"Ouch, you kid, let it go, grandpa will move it." The village chief looked at Tang Yue, whose face was flushed, and hurriedly spoke.

Tang Yue put down the stool and wiped the sweat on her head, and her voice was crisp and stopped. "Grandpa, I'll come, I can do it." After speaking, he puffed out his cheeks, and with a strong force, he lifted the chair and came to the village chief.

"Grandpa, I'm amazing." Tang Yue put down her chair and looked up at the village chief with a small face.

"Haha, we're the best in the month." The village chief patted Tang Yue's head with a look of relief.

I think that at the beginning, Xiuniang relied on ginseng to survive with a sigh of relief, and when Tang Yue was born, he still took the name. He is a lonely family and has no children, he often comes to visit Tang Yue, many times, Da Lang sees that he likes Tang Yue, so Tang Yue directly recognizes him as his godfather.

Da Lang is a good person, but it's a pity that he was conscripted and hasn't come back for so many years, so it's estimated that it's unpredictable.

"Alas!" The village chief sighed.

"Grandpa?" Tang Yue looked at the village chief suspiciously, grandpa, what's wrong?

"It's okay, grandpa is waiting for your father with you."

It was getting late, the sun was setting, and the dusk light was shining on the road. The figures of an old man and a young man were stretched and imprinted on the ground.

"Yue'er, I'm coming back with my grandfather." The embroidery girl shouted as she laid out the meal.

Tang Yue looked at her father, who still hadn't come back, and listened to her mother's shouts, so she reluctantly pulled her grandfather back to the house.

Tang Yue, who slept under the quilt at night, lay in the arms of the embroidery girl, and asked crisply, "Mother, why hasn't Daddy come back yet?" ”

"Yue'er, your father, I guess I'll be back soon."

"Really?"

"Hmm." Xiuniang nodded affirmatively, "It's not early, Yue'er sleep." ”

Tang Yue obediently said "oh", climbed out of her mother's arms, lay on the side with her hands on her belly, closed her eyes tightly, she has to wait for her father tomorrow, she has to go to bed quickly.

Xiuniang looked at her obedient and sensible daughter, her eyes were red, she blew out the oil lamp, covered the quilt for her daughter, stared at the roof with her eyes open, and cried silently.

Listening to the sound of her daughter's breathing that she was already asleep, she covered her mouth and cried, for fear of waking her daughter.

Since Da Lang was conscripted, looking at her young daughter, she has not dared to show a little worry and sadness, even when she thinks about Da Lang, she only dares to be when her daughter is asleep, she is afraid that if she cries, her daughter will be sad with her.

She has always believed that Da Lang will come back, but half a year has passed, and there is not even a single message. Thinking that Da Lang who may have encountered an accident, Xiuniang covered her mouth and choked up. "Dalang."

While eating breakfast, Tang Yue looked at her mother's eyes swollen like walnuts. Asked worriedly. "Mother, what's wrong with your eyes?"

"My mother's eyes got into the sand, and I rubbed it vigorously, and it became like this."

The embroidery girl who cried all night yesterday fell asleep in the early hours of the morning, she touched her eyes that were a little stinging, and said in a hoarse voice.

Tang Yue thought that when you wrestled before, your knees were swollen, and her mother didn't hurt when she helped her blow it, she drank the porridge like water in a big gulp, jumped off the stool and walked to her mother's side, tilted her head and said,

"Mother, I'll help you blow the pain away."

"Okay," Xiuniang lowered her head, closed her eyes and smiled with satisfaction.

"Mother, is it better?"

Xiuniang nodded, picked up Tang Yue and sat in her arms, kissed her daughter's white and tender little face, she had no appetite, she drank the porridge in a few bites, even if Da Lang was no longer there, she would be strong for her daughter!

"Mother, I'll help you wash it together."

"Okay, Yue'er is so good."

Xiuniang looked at her well-behaved daughter and responded with a smile, then put Wan away, and walked out of the room with the intimate little tail behind her. Tang Yue, who had helped the embroidery lady with a lot of work, came to the fence of the house with a small stool, waiting for her father, day after day, without stopping.

I thought that such a peaceful and waiting life would continue like this. Until the embroidery girl died suddenly due to overwork.

"Yue'er doesn't cry, you still have a grandfather." The village chief looked at Tang Yue, who kept crying in the mourning hall, and his eyes were red.

"Grandpa." Tang Yue cried and threw herself into the arms of the village chief, she now only has one relative, her grandfather.

She was not surprised to be an orphan, as if she had been an orphan in the first place, and sighed inwardly, "Ah, she is alone again." Little Tang Yue didn't know how she could have such an exclamation, but she just put this doubt in her heart, and she seemed to have grown up overnight.

Since then, she has lived with her grandfather in the small village, and she has never carried a small stool to the only way outside, and continues to wait for her father, who will not return.

Tang Yue, who is already six years old, has learned a lot of words with her grandfather, and this evening she was practicing calligraphy in the room, when she heard a terrible shout in the village, and put the brush in her hand next to the yellowed rice paper in confusion.

When she pushed the door open, she was stunned to see a raging fire all over the village, and choking smoke floating in the air. In the distance, a group of soldiers in armor with spears killed anyone they saw.

The seventy-year-old village chief also came to the door tremblingly, looking at the chaos outside with blurred eyes, he was shocked, and pulled Tang Yue, who was already stunned, to the innermost part of the house.

A trembling hand clasped open a wooden plank, there was a small hole under the wooden board, he pushed Tang Yue in, and said in a low voice, "Yue'er, don't make a sound, live well." ”

The village chief, who had covered the plank, breathed a sigh of relief, and then sat down on the ground panting.

At this moment, two soldiers with spears broke in and searched around, one of them kicked the village chief, and the soldier picked up the spear and pierced the village chief's chest.

Blood flowed down the gap in the wooden plank above the hole, drop by drop of blood fell on Tang Yue's face, she covered her mouth tightly, her eyes were wide open, and she was full of horror, trembling all over, looking at the two soldiers along the gap in the plank.

"Eh, this is the last one."

"It should be, if you don't search it, Emperor Cheng's order will not be left."

"Forget it, there are a lot of villages ahead, let's go. After so many years, I've been homesick for a long time, so I'll finish it early and go back early. ”

"What do you say you became emperor for?"

"What is said to be the birth of a scourge? ……”

It wasn't until the voice was getting farther and farther away and couldn't be heard at all that Tang Yue trembled and pushed the plank away and crawled out. She fell on the body of the village chief, crying out sadly.

"Grandpa! Grandfather! ”

Tang Yue lay in her grandfather's arms with tears streaming down her face, just like her grandfather stayed for a night, the morning sun shone into the house, she wiped the dried tears, dragged the village chief's body hard, slowly moved out of the house, stopped on the land outside, took a shovel and began to dig the pit little by little.

She couldn't shed tears anymore, her eyes were hollow, and she had been digging for two days before digging the hole, and her whole little hand was full of blood stains after the blood bubbles were broken, and she pushed her grandfather into the pit with great difficulty.

Tang Yue's hands seemed to be unconscious, but she kept holding the soil and covering the village chief's body, and with the last handful of soil covering, her body fell to the ground softly.

The next day, Wang Xian, who was about twenty years old, flew in the air, passed by the small village where Tang Yue was, and stopped.

And the living?

Then he came to Tang Yue's side, looking at her who was already dying, her little face was pale, her lips were chapped, and she kept muttering something in her mouth.

Wang Xian took out a pill and stuffed it into her mouth, and the poor child didn't know how he survived. This Immortal Spirit Sect still claims to be the head of any sect, just because of the words of that Red Immortal Zhenren, there is no living person in the entire Northwest Land now!

"Iniquity!"

Wang Xian glanced at the sky above the entire Northwest Land, where countless thoughts of resentment floated on it, and sighed, with such a big cause and effect, I don't know how the Red Immortal True Person could resolve it.

Tang Yue, who had taken the pill, her little face slowly turned red, she looked at her grandfather who was drifting away in her dream, no matter how she chased her, she couldn't catch up, and shouted anxiously, "Grandpa...... Grandfather...... Don't go. Don't go. ”

Wang Xian hurriedly grabbed her hands that kept waving in the air, the small hands in her hands were all dried up blood, and pinched a cleaning technique, which was densely covered with wound marks, only to know that this was the blood on the little girl's own hands, he glanced at the fresh mound next to him, and the shovel and the ground full of blood on the side, presumably this was her grandfather.

His mood rarely fluctuated, and he couldn't help but redden.

"Son, you're suffering."

You must know that this is a mortal, even if it is an adult to dig a pit and bury it, it will take a lot of effort, let alone such a six-year-old girl.

Tang Yue, who woke up, looked at the strange Wang Xian, and the flying sword next to him, bit the young man's hand fiercely, broke free of his hands, and began to run into the house in horror, opened the plank and hid in the hole.

Wang Xian was not angry, but even more sad, came to the house and squatted on the wooden board, looked at Tang Yue sincerely through the gap and said, "Little girl, come out, I'm not a bad person." ”

Tang Yue bit her lip and didn't speak, just hugged her knees and trembled, no matter what Wang Xian said, she just stared at him with hatred in her eyes.

Wang Xian, who was guarding the house, saw the stubborn Tang Yue, his face was helpless, it's been a day, it doesn't matter if he is an immortal cultivator, but the little girl is a mortal, mortals have to eat and sleep, the little girl has begun to turn pale, and she looks like she is going to faint from hunger at any time, but she just stares at him and doesn't speak.

Wang Xian really had no choice, if he forcibly broke the plank, the little girl might be even more convinced that he was a bad person, and now she could only find a way to force her out.