A man fell to his knees in the broken wilderness, the blood-colored sunset shining on his broken body, so lonely.

Yang Fan's eyes have completely dimmed at this moment, lying on the ground, his breath is almost undetectable, getting weaker and weaker, and the wounds on his body can already see the bones inside, but there is no blood flowing out anymore, I am afraid that there is no blood anymore.

"Evening ...... Han ...... Afterlife...... I think...... ...... with you."

Anderson & Jun...... Absolute tricks, exempt from life and death...... Be lovesick!

After saying a word, the body is like a porcelain doll, little by little, cracks appear, all over the body, cracked, and then dissipated!

If there is an afterlife, don't see each other......

If there is an afterlife, I want to be with you......

The blood of the setting sun was thicker, the breeze seemed to be lighter, and there was a hint of rain, bit by bit, and then it became bigger, sad, sad, all of it was gone......

The spring breeze ripples with vitality, the autumn breeze bleaks the reincarnation, some places, from rivers to dry fields, some places, from dry fields to mountains, a hundred years have passed, or a thousand years, or 10,000 years? I don't know, it's just that everything has been washed away by time and turned into oblivion.

A small village, fragrant rice flowers, wild trees, dozens of thatched houses, high or low, far or near, scattered, heard from afar, it seems that the chirping of chickens and dogs, as well as the squeaks of ducks and geese, a small village, but it is so beautiful.

It's dusk again, people are coming back from the fields, people wipe the sweat from their foreheads, raise their heads, look at the sunset near the earth, shout out, shout out to their families, go in the direction of home.

"Xiao Yun, go home, it's getting dark, don't do it!" said a dark-skinned man to the women in the field.

The woman was about thirty years old, but due to overwork and other reasons, her ordinary face was like the vicissitudes of her forties.

"Uncle Kuroko, when I finish hoeing this field, I'll leave, you go back first!" The woman known as Xiao Yun put down the hoe in her hand, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said with a smile to the man on the edge of the field.

"This is Xiao Fan, take a look, at such a young age, you know that you feel sorry for adults, unlike that little cub in my family, who said that he didn't come to work in the field, he was angry with me, I let him learn from Xiaoyun and your baby!"

Xiao Yun looked at the four or five-year-old children on the ground, with porcelain doll-like cheeks, twisting her body, but seriously, little by little, pulling the grass on the ground.

smiled, didn't speak, and seemed to acquiesce to the child's excellence.

After a long time, the weeds in the field were finally gone, Xiao Yun resisted the hoe with one mud-stained hand, and the other slightly clean hand took her child's tender hand.

Facing the sunset, which still had a trace of rhyme, they walked on the country road and walked in the direction of the village.

This four- or five-year-old child, with small steps, kept up with his mother's steps, but his head was stunned to look at the remaining halo in the sky, and his big watery eyes were a little wet.

"Sunset...... Sunset...... Sunset, ah......"

The tears of the eyes were in rows, and they could not be broken and fell into the dirt.

The woman in front didn't know anything, still holding Xiao Fan's little hand and moving forward slowly.

When they arrived in their village, almost every family had cooking smoke, some women were washing clothes at the door, and some men were repairing farm tools, Xiao Yun's popularity seemed to be excellent, because when they saw Xiao Yun coming back, they all greeted each other warmly, and Xiao Yun also smiled and turned back and agreed.

"Poor Xiao Yun's family, married Yang Sheng, the originally poor family, finally had Xiao Fan, but it was a mountain and a rock, Yang Sheng was stoned to death, Xiao Yun is a woman, pulling Xiao Fan, it's really bitter. ”

"Yes, you said that Yang Sheng's life is really miserable, he was an honest person, although his family was poor, but he worked hard for others, and finally married such a virtuous wife as Xiao Yun, and he had Xiao Fan, and he had hope for life, but he was stoned to death. ”

"It's fate, it's luck!"

"Hey!"

People watched from afar as Xiao Yun walked into the narrow room of his house, discussing in a low voice.

"Squeak!"

The wooden door of the thatched house was opened, the sky was completely dark, and the small room was even darker at the moment, vaguely seeing the young man's table, Xiao Yun slowly groped, and touched the candle flame on the table.

"Sting!"

The match was lit, the candlelight was lit, and the dim room was illuminated in its entirety, and the largest piece of furniture was evidently the narrow bed leaning against the wall, and next to the bed was a dresser, with a washbasin, a smoothed bronze mirror, and a red comb, and then a table in the center, and four benches next to each other, and on the table a teapot, and four teacups upside down, and in the inside, a stove, and unfinished firewood.

The furnishings are extremely simple, but they are also very clean.

Xiao Yun washed her face, and then washed her son with a smile, Xiao Fan just quietly let her mother wipe her cheeks and little hands without a trace of struggle.

"Xiaofan, if you want to eat something, tell your mother and make it for you. ”

Xiao Fan raised his cheeks, opened his big watery eyes, and said innocently: "I love to eat whatever my mother does!"

"That's good!"

Xiao Yun kissed Xiao Fan, and then went to the kitchen to work.

Looking at his mother's busy back, Xiao Fan's eyes flashed a little pain, and Nan Nan said: "Mother, I really like it, but ......"

The starlight was accompanied by the bright moon, and the insects rose to a dreamy whisper, and the wind swept by, blowing down on Yang Fan's small figure.

He gently closed the wooden door and looked up at the moon in the sky, as if he saw the person again.

"Afan, the candy has been given to me, what are you eating?"

is also the appearance at this time, two three or four-year-old children, a man and a woman, the boy swallowed his saliva quietly, and his little face was red: "I, I have already eaten, you can eat." ”

"Afan, I want to go down the mountain to play ......"

"No, the master will blame!" It was still the two children, but they had become teenagers at this time, and the boy's handsome face was red at the moment, and he hurriedly waved his hand, trying to stop the beautiful girl's behavior, but the girl ignored it.

"Hey, if you don't go, I'll go myself!" the girl's big eyes were full of threat.

"Good...... Alright!" the boy lowered his head, not daring to look into the girl's eyes, but held her hand tightly, as if he was afraid that she would lose it.

"Afan, what kind of girl do you like?"

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons are reincarnated, boys grow up, girls grow up.

The woman's eyes turned into crescent moons with a smile, and the corners of her mouth rose up, revealing two small tiger teeth.

"I ...... I...... I ......"

The man blushed and stumbled for a long time, but there was no reason.

"Okay, I'm not going to tease you. The girl tilted her head, but nodded on the boy's head, and scolded softly: "Idiot!"

......

In the silent night, in the weeds beside the path, I remembered the sound of insects, one by one, as if to wake people up from their dreams.

Yang Fan's small body was stretched by the moonlight, and he looked at the bright moon quietly.

"Afan, what kind of girl do you like?"

"My favorite girl...... It's you......"

Wobbly, slowly walking forward, about to get out of his yard.

But he heard a call, which could be checked in a slight step, but was heard by Yang Fan, intermittently, but one after another, shouting Yang Fan's name.

"Xiaofan...... Xiao Fan ...... Xiao Fan ......"

Yang Fan turned around, walked to the side of the house and stuck to the door, and listened quietly for a while, it was his mother's voice.

It's not so much a call as a dream.

Yang Fan slowly saw the scene inside the room through his divine thoughts, his mother curled up, hugging a pillow tightly, closing her eyes, but kept muttering.

"Xiaofan...... Your father is gone, and you're gone, mother...... What should I do......"

The small fists clenched, the clicking sound sounded, and the joints turned blue and white.

Yang Fan bit his lips tightly, looked at his mother, who seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, and then turned to look at the clear moon in the sky, there seemed to be a person in the moon, smiling his eyes, showing two little tiger teeth, smiling at himself.

"Whew......!"

After a long time, Yang Fan took a breath of turbidity, stretched out his right hand and gently stroked the moon that he couldn't touch at all.

"Xihan, I'll look for you in the future......"

Slowly, the wooden door opened and closed, and Yang Fan's small body lay on the bed again, but he kept his eyes open like that, looking at Qinghui outside the window.

A breeze rose and blew through the night. The rooster crows, and people usher in a new day.

Not only was it lively outside, Yang Fan's mother got up gently, for fear of waking up Yang Fan, who was still asleep.

Just got out of bed, but heard Yang Fan's innocent voice: "Mother, who was so comfortable yesterday!"

Xiao Yun turned around and said to Yang Fan with a smile: "Xiao Fan, let's sleep again, and when my mother makes a meal, she will call you." ”

Yang Fan shook his head, got dressed, walked straight to the dry fire, and staggered to the pot in the yard to fill the water, and then staggered back to the house, put it on the stove, and lit the fire.

Mother also distressed and asked Yang Fan to go to the side, she let the fire burn in the stove, Yang Fan obediently obeyed, but she chose vegetables next to the green vegetables by herself.

After a while, a steaming meal came up.

The rice is just porridge, and the dish is only a little fried greens, but Yang Fan eats it so sweetly.

Mother glanced at Yang Fan distressedly, and said in a low voice: "Xiaofan, my mother has made you suffer......

Yang Fan put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand and shook his mother's hand, "Mother, I think it's delicious, don't be sad, okay." With Yang Fan's big watery eyes now, I really want people to take care of them.

"Okay, okay, my mother is not sad, eat quickly, it will be cold in a while. After speaking, he pushed the green vegetable plate towards Yang Fan again.

"It's delicious, my mother's cooking is fragrant. ”

Yang Fan smacked his mouth, his mouth was full of oil, and he didn't know what kind of delicacies he was eating.

"Be ......!"

Suddenly, the sound of a big bell rang above the village, and all the villagers walked outside the house and looked at the top of the village.

A large golden seal appeared in mid-air, shining in all directions.

Seven men and women appeared in the sky, handsome men and women, carrying the morning sun on their backs, and the sun was shining, like immortals.

All the villagers were already stunned, looking at the men and women in the sky, and some of them unconsciously bowed.

"Immortals, this is an immortal!"

I don't know who shouted, and then the surroundings fell into the river like hot stones, and it was very noisy for a while.

"Quickly bow down to the immortals and protect the village Fukang!"

The village chief took the lead in bowing, and all the people knelt on the ground one after another, praying to the people in the sky.

Xiao Yun was about to pull Yang Fan to kneel to the ground, but the men and women in the sky fell to the ground, they were dressed in white, although the glow around them faded, but there was a faint halo that wrapped them in each other.

Although the man at the head is ordinary, but it gives people a feeling like a spring breeze, he stepped forward, stretched out a soft white light, dragged the village chief up, and said with a smile: "You are the village chief, we have not yet reached the realm of immortals, we can't afford this kind of etiquette, everyone should hurry up." ”

All the villagers looked at the man in front of them, although he had not yet reached the realm of immortals, he was also on the way to cultivate, that is, they were legendary monks!

Monks are almost invisible to ordinary people, and this encounter may be an opportunity for our village to cultivate, which is the voice of almost every village name, of course, except for Yang Fan.

"Are you a monk?" asked the village chief with a shudder, not because of old age, but because of excitement and excitement.

The man nodded lightly, and said gently to the village chief and the villagers behind him: "Below is the monk Lingfeng of the Yunshan Palace, and now I have received the news from the head of the family, and now there are evil ghosts and ghosts haunting the mortal world, and I am ordered to send disciples to find ghosts and save the suffering mortal world, and in addition, find a disciple who is suitable for me to send and enter my door!"