At the end of the dirt road, there is a low mountain.

On the low hill, there is a winding dirt slope road leading to the top of the mountain.

On both sides of the slope, there are all kinds of simple and dilapidated houses, and these houses seem to be indistinguishable from the ordinary villagers' residences.

Yellow mud walls, thatched roofs, hoes and water tanks outside the house, or a little food.

In short, looking at it all the way, even if Shi Wuwei already knew it in his heart, he still couldn't see through the identities of these people.

"The farmer here has a good eye, a simple dwelling, and no weapons. Is that why they are able to go undetected by outsiders? ”。

There was some doubt in his mind.

In fact, although this village is hidden in the hinterland of mountains and forests, it is not a place that is inaccessible to outsiders.

If some outsiders get lost, they may be able to find this place.

Therefore, he is still thinking about why such a not hidden place will become a place for the emperor to raise soldiers.

Along the way, a few farmers came down the mountain.

When they saw the woodcutter, they all smiled and nodded in acknowledgment.

And their eyes just swept over the cheeks of Shi Wuwei and the others casually, without revealing the slightest surprise.

Then they went down the mountain laughing and laughing on their own.

Weird, incomprehensible, and confused, this is Shi Wuwei's mood at the moment.

Because of the behavior of these people, I really can't find any flaws.

If he hadn't known the identities of these people in advance, he would have thought that he had made a mistake.

There was no flaw in any expression on the faces of these people, in all the actions on their bodies, as if they were really farmers who worked at sunrise and rested at sunset.

"Have they come to think of themselves as real farmers? … Or is this series of behaviors all a trained cover-up? ”。

He wondered if these people were living a farmer's life, it would obviously not be good news for him.

But if these people are trained to cover up, then these people, what a strong heart!

He knew very well that the days of living with a mask every day were actually a great pain.

People lose themselves.

When the mask is worn for a long time, the person becomes a different person.

Therefore, he was also afraid of one thing in his heart.

That is, whether these people who live with masks all year round will also become another person.

Will he really become the person in the mask, and be willing to farm all his life.

………..

Gradually, the silent brother and sister, under the leadership of the woodcutter, climbed to the top of the low mountain.

The top of the mountain is small and you can see everything at a glance.

And at this moment, they are standing outside a courtyard gate that is not big or small, and it is a little simple.

In the courtyard, there are only a few wooden houses that are not very delicate, and the houses are surrounded by a fence.

In the southeast corner, there are a few old hens that are clucking and clucking.

In the southwest corner, a small piece of soil has been carved out.

On top of the soil, there are some fruits and vegetables.

All of this, it seems, is not much different from ordinary people's homes.

Shi Wuwei's heart was shaken, and he really couldn't imagine that the people who sat in the world back then would live in such a humble courtyard.

His cuffed hands couldn't help but clench into fists.

The figure of the swallow thief resurfaced in my mind.

He knew that all of this was caused by the thief.

And he must let the emperor sit on the throne again.

However, just as he was firm in his convictions, he saw through the fence and saw an old figure, pushing open the wooden house in front of him, and walking out.

The man was dressed in a simple, clean gray gown, with long silver-gray hair on top, neatly tied.

His left hand was in a fist, and he seemed to be holding something in his palm.

He was holding a hoe in his right hand, as if he wanted to hoe the ground in person.

The old man didn't seem to notice that there were three people standing outside the courtyard.

However, when Mu Yi saw each other one by one, tears fell from his eyes without warning.

She didn't speak, but pushed open the broken wooden door in front of her and went straight forward.

"Father!!".

A call from the bottom of my heart reached the ears of the old man.

But just as he was about to look up at the owner of the voice, a white figure had already pounced on him.

There was a sobbing sound in my ears.

He wanted to reach out and pat the other man on the back to comfort him.

But what he held in his hands made it impossible for him to free his hands.

So, he could only stand on top of the dust, smiling helplessly at the figure beside him.

At this moment, Shi Wuwei and the woodcutter had also come to the courtyard.

The woodcutter stopped, keeping a distance from the two men in front of him.

He stretched out his hand and stopped Shi Wuwei, who still wanted to step forward.

In fact, the woodcutter's meaning is very simple, because the identities of those two people cannot be blasphemed.

What's more, he doesn't know the identity of the person brought by the princess.

Although Shi Wuwei was artificially blocked, he was not disgusted.

The younger sister's actions have already proved this person's identity.

And he finally met the emperor he dreamed of and wanted to see.

It's just that when the Ninety-Five Supreme in the dream really stood in front of him, instead of the slightest joy, his heart was full of endless bitterness.

He knew very well that the actual age of the emperor was less than forty years old.

Silver-gray hair with a sallow face.

The wrinkles on his face seem to have experienced twists and turns in the past.

The look in his eyes was neither majestic nor oppressive. There is only a sense of ordinariness that washes away the lead.

Moving his gaze down slightly, Shi Wuwei saw the thing on the right hand of the Holy Lord, which was grasped by him.

These are plump corn kernels.

Looking at its thin and hard appearance, it seems that it is still undercooked corn kernels.

The sound of "clucking" roosters sounded in his ears again, and he realized that the corn kernels in the hands of the Holy Lord seemed to be the food of these old hens.

Suddenly, an invisible force slammed his heart.

He couldn't imagine what kind of encounter would allow such a high-ranking person to live the life he is living now.

He couldn't imagine that this Ninety-Five Supreme, who had lost the world and everything, would be willing to live in seclusion here.

Feed the chickens yourself and work in the fields.

This was the rough work that the lowest people did, but it has been adapted to by the Holy One.

At such a moment, his heart could not be calm.

He didn't want to see the former lord of the world fall to such a state.

He was even more unwilling to accept that this scene in front of him would be the road of revenge that he thought about day and night.

……….

The old man seemed to notice the stranger standing beside the woodcutter.

But he didn't show disgust, but smiled at the other party a little embarrassed in his kindness.

After that, he lowered his head slightly, and said softly to the little girl who was hugging her.

"Stacks, is anyone still watching?"

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