The old man quickly wiped away his tears, and opened his eyes as much as he could, wanting to take a closer look at the little stone that used to be talkative, laughing, playful, and noisy.

Little Stone is thinner, but more manly.

His eyes also became deeper, so that he didn't understand something.

There is less childhood playfulness on his face, and more masculinity, and for more than a year, the old man can't imagine what this child has experienced in the outside world, and how to become completely complete.

......

The old man suddenly wanted to touch the angular face, but his hand trembled and couldn't lift it, he wanted to ask what happened to Xiaoshi outside, but his lips trembled and he couldn't speak, at this moment, he had too many things to say, but ......

After a few breaths, the old man said hoarsely: "Baby, you hurry up, there is no place for you at the mouth of the mud well, hurry up, go as far as possible, never come back, your grandfather and sister are dead, the drunkard's adoptive father is also dead, what do you have to be nostalgic for in this pothole...... Don't worry, as long as Uncle Liu's old bones can still move, he will take care of the ...... of those graves."

Xiao Jiansheng only smiled but didn't speak, tears swirling in his eyes.

He carefully looked at the bricks and tiles, grass and trees here, and then sighed heavily.

The old man suddenly exerted all his strength, wanting to push Xiao Jiansheng away and push out of the village, but he couldn't push it at all, Xiao Jiansheng stood there like a mountain, like a towering tree rooted under his feet, the old man said urgently: "Baby, are you going to kill Uncle Liu in a hurry?"

Xiao Jiansheng smiled and said, "Uncle Liu, do you have a firewood axe at home?" ”

The old man was surprised and said, "What do you want to do with firewood and axes, and you want to play with those eight kings and calves? They have real guys in their hands, and you can't fight them." ”

Xiao Jiansheng gently grabbed the old man's chapped hand, and said with a smile: "Uncle Liu, don't worry, we can't fight with them, Xiaoshi just wants to go up the mountain to chop wood, you go back and get it." ”

"This baby is still stiff and like a donkey. The old man had no choice but to limp back to his firewood room as fast as possible, took out the rusty firewood axe, quickly handed it over to Xiao Jiansheng, and whispered uneasily: "Remember! Come back when it's dark, don't go to the gate, Uncle Liu will make dumplings for you to eat." ”

Xiao Jiansheng laughed, nodded, took the firewood axe and walked out of the village.

The old man looked at the sturdy figure, and said in a low voice: "Liar, the uncle doesn't know your little thoughts." ”

It's just that when Xiao Jiansheng just walked to the entrance of the village, the group of soldiers who were laughing around the old well seemed to hear something, and they dropped the buckets in their hands one after another, turned over and galloped towards the entrance of the village, inevitably jumping again.

They had already seen the black-robed figure under the crooked-necked tree, and just now, a few people suddenly heard a voice, saying that the Xiao Jiansheng had returned and was fleeing to the village, so these people didn't need to confirm it at all, and they were flying with arrows in front of the black-robed figure.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

All the arrows were nailed to the trunk of the tree, and by the time they bent their bows again, Xiao Jiansheng had already run towards the distant hillside.

"Don't let Xiao Jiansheng run away, if you can't catch the dead who are alive. ”

When he landed, nearly one hundred and ten soldiers turned over and dismounted, drew out their shiny long knives, and rushed to the hillside with murderous energy, in fact, Xiao Jiansheng didn't run fast, but he was very familiar with the terrain of this hillside, and the chasing soldiers behind him couldn't catch up when they were sweating, and they always kept a certain distance from Xiao Jiansheng, and the arrows they shot were easily dodged by Xiao Jiansheng through the thick tree trunks around him.

These soldiers were running and calculating, how to besiege, how to kill, and even thought of how to receive rich military merits after killing Xiao Jiansheng, and seemed to have seen millions of snowflakes and silver piled up in front of them.

At this moment, a shrill voice seemed to be kindly reminding all the companions: "I heard that Xiao Jiansheng is a cultivator now, so it's best not to fight with him, let's just besiege him, and immediately send someone back to mobilize a large army, and strive to take him down in one fell swoop." ”

Soon, someone sneered: "I haven't heard that no matter how high the kung fu is, I am afraid of kitchen knives, besides, the cultivator also looks at the level, just touched the threshold is also called a cultivator, and can fly around with a sword is also called a cultivator, the cultivation level in this world is as many as a cow's hair, not less than the level in our army, like our General Wei, that is the cultivator of the Eight Classics, so don't believe in evil, Lao Tzu doesn't believe that Xiao Jiansheng can cultivate into a god, there are many of us, and each person can drown him with a mouthful of spit." ”

"Yes, it's a fool to have a head and not make money, I heard that just cutting off that sword and giving birth to a finger can be exchanged for five hundred taels of silver. ”

"I'm going to cut off his head with my own hands......"

A crowd of people swarmed excitedly.

Xiao Jiansheng could clearly hear the conversation behind him, one finger was five hundred taels, and ten was five thousand taels, and he suddenly wanted to scold his mother.

For the sake of military merit, for the silver, less than half an hour, these soldiers only have the strength to breathe, but when they think of the white silver than a woman's belly is three points whiter, all of them have enough strength to hold their strength, they saw Xiao Jiansheng drill out of the dense forest from a distance, non-stop to a very narrow mountain range, the mountain range is long and not wide, the narrowest place can only allow one person to pass, the ravine on both sides is bottomless, the clouds cover the fog, and then look into the distance, the cliff like the bird cliff is completely cut off, over this cliff, it should be the territory of the Jin country。

This is indeed an excellent place to contain Xiao Jiansheng.

The group of soldiers hesitated for a moment, and a group of people helped each other and swarmed up.

Xiao Jiansheng stopped, waited for the group of soldiers to approach, and said to himself with a sneer: "Yes, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, it is indeed a good place." ”

After about a stick of incense, Xiao Jiansheng carried a shiny firewood axe and walked down the mountain on the familiar mountain road, saying that the green mountains buried the bones of loyalty, and Xiao Jiansheng didn't know if it was appropriate for him to do it.

......

The night at the mouth of the mud well was still so quiet that even the stars in the sky seemed to stop shining.

Xiao Jiansheng was rarely so relaxed, a faint smile could be seen on his face, walking alone in the familiar and cold muddy alley, he stopped and stopped, and looked at the broken walls and dead trees in the courtyard by starlight.

Xiao Jiansheng suddenly stopped under a big tree, stroking the smooth bark with his hand, this northern Tongtian Yang He and Han Jiang went up to dig out the bird's nest, and then was struck by lightning for some reason, Tongtian Yang completely lost its vitality, Xiao Jiansheng still can't figure out the reason.

He understood now, maybe this Tongtian Yang was too tall, the tallest and most beautiful tree around the mud well, and the sky was jealous.

Xiao Jiansheng went to Uncle Liu's house, but it was not a small door, but he entered through the gate in a bright way, threw down a large pile of dry firewood in the firewood room, and rehung the shiny firewood axe on the earthen wall of the firewood room, he seemed to smell the hot dumplings, and then turned around and walked out.

Xiao Jiansheng did it quietly by the old well for a while, filled the water hyacinth around his waist with the water of his hometown, and he went to his grandfather's house.

It is said that the heart is like an arrow, but he has never been able to cross that threshold.

Grandpa's old house collapsed, the other half was crumbling in the night wind, the torn window paper was blown and crackled, Xiao Jiansheng stretched out his trembling hand, and completely crushed the other half, accompanied by a burst of smoke and dust, Xiao Jiansheng turned and left.

The yard of my adoptive father's house was even more broken, and the yard was overgrown with weeds.

The door of Han Jiang's courtyard was closed, and the light was always on in the house, Xiao Jiansheng looked at the dim oil lamp through the crack in the door for a while, and when he came back, he listened to a few old people talking about it, saying that Han Jiang had also gone out, and it seemed that he had arrived far, far away.

At this moment, there were only two lonely old men left in the dim room, who seemed to be thinking all night, Xiao Jiansheng secretly stuffed a large handful of silver through the crack in the door, and turned away desolately.

At the last stop, the withered grass of Wabu Mountain, Xiao Jiansheng was in a heavy mood, and he walked for a long time on the road to Wa Bu Shou at the mouth of the mud well.

According to the folk custom, the deceased people at the mouth of the mud well must be buried on this one, thousands of years have passed, there are fewer and fewer people in the village, most of them have moved here, there may be few people to worship, no one to fill in the soil, some graves have been completely found.

According to the memory, Xiao Jiansheng first accurately found the grave of his grandfather and sister, under the starlight, two shocking pits, the two cheap coffins in them were only covered with a thin layer of loess, Xiao Jiansheng grabbed a handful of loess, put it under the tip of his nose and smelled it, newly dug out.

Xiao Jiansheng went to his adoptive father's grave not far away, which was even more desolate, with scattered coffin planks all over the ground, but fortunately, the grave pile was still there, and it seemed to be newly piled up, with only a few scattered weeds growing on it.

There is a saying that has been circulating for a long time in the north, if you want to destroy a person's luck, it is to start from destroying the feng shui of his ancestral tomb, digging the grave and digging three feet into the ground, his descendants will inevitably be implicated, many people are convinced of this, so the division of the ancestral tomb is particularly important.

Now Xiao Jiansheng only had the strength to frown, and he felt physically and mentally exhausted like he had never felt before.

The sky was dark, Xiao Jiansheng re-filled the graves of his grandfather and sister, one handful of soil after another, and then solemnly untied a package behind him, took out the one from the rest of his life, and carefully buried it in the middle of the two graves.

After doing this, Xiao Jiansheng patted off the loess between his hands, inserted three incense sticks in the open space, and with the green smoke curling up, Xiao Jiansheng knelt on the ground, and said in a low voice: "I hope that in this world, there will never be a fixed storm, otherwise, the sky will not be the sky, and the people will not be human." ”

Xiao Jiansheng closed his eyes lightly for a while, then suddenly got up, and looked at the ghostly figure behind him with cold eyes.