The momentary soreness made Chu Jinghuan frown slightly, he secretly pinched his sour arm, fortunately he didn't say that his arm was also numb, he limped helplessly and followed.

Along the way, the demon slayer couldn't stop, and after eating this and that, not to mention being satisfied, until she hiccuped, she was unwilling to stuff a hemp ball, so she closed her mouth and concentrated on the town, and the more she walked, the more she felt that this town was surprisingly familiar.

"Brother Huan, why is this place so familiar, what is this town called?"

"Shanzuokou Town."

Shanzuokou Town, a familiar name, the memory of the demon slayer, is like a long-lost book full of dust, until the appearance of this name, bringing a fresh breeze and blowing off the dust, the original vague memory gradually became clear and clear, in her limited memory of her parents, this Shanzuokou Town is a very important place. Every year when it comes to the days when I go down the mountain to see my parents, the sun is always very bright, her parents see her, always want to give her the best things in the world, they take her to the town at the foot of the medical hall mountain, she is carefree and lying in her father's arms and coquettish, while her mother is smiling, feeding her all kinds of snacks, buying all kinds of gadgets, until a family of three holding hands, the sunset will pull the figure of the three of them for a long time, they only set foot on the mountain road back to the hospital, she felt that she was the happiest child in the world, It was the happiest time in her childhood memory, and now the town is still the same, but her parents are no longer around, and it is already a thing or a person. Unconsciously, the Demon Slayer Demon was already in tears, and it wasn't until Chu Jinghuan's slightly cool fingertips wiped her tears for her that she came to her senses.

"You know?"

"Well, more than ten years ago, many people in this town were blessed by Gu Shenyi."

Doctor Gu, is that what everyone else calls their mother? Slayer Demon's heart was both excited and excited, and she greedily searched for the figure of her father and mother in her limited memory, not wanting to let go of even the slightest trace. They passed by a painting stall, and casually, in a portrait, they saw a familiar figure, and the Deeper ran over anxiously.

"Master painter, can you sell me this painting?"

"Why did the girl take a fancy to this painting at such a young age?"

"To be honest, the woman in the painting is very much like my mother."

"The girl's eyebrows and eyes are indeed somewhat similar to the person in the painting, do not hide the girl, the woman in this painting is a miracle doctor in the Yunding Mountain many years ago, more than ten years ago, the old man was fortunate to have her help, which saved his life, in order to commemorate the benefactor, the old man will paint a portrait of the benefactor every year Qingming, this painting is not for sale." The painter is over the age of old, and he is already a gray-haired old man, the demon slayer is not easy to force, she stands there lonely, Chu Jinghuan didn't know how to comfort him for a while.

"Can I take a look?"

The painter took off the painting and carefully handed it to the demon slayer, seeing that she was saddened, the painter couldn't help but be moved, and he rolled up the painting.

"The girl misses her mother and even the filial piety, and the old man should be the beauty of the person, so today the old man will give this painting to the girl."

The demon slayer thanked him again and again, hugged the painting tightly into his arms, and unconsciously cried with joy, Chu Jinghuan was at a loss, he quickly took out his handkerchief, but before he could hand it over, the demon slayer broke into his arms.