"Firewood, firewood, good firewood!!"

"Take a look, take a look, I brought these prey yesterday!"

"My family's newly picked melons and fruits are sold cheaply!"

……

The bustling bazaar is full of people and noise, mixed with all kinds of cries.

On the edge of a stall, a few children dressed in patched linen clothes were staring at the steaming steamer and swallowing violently.

"If you don't buy it, hurry up!"

The stall owner looked at the children in front of him, his face was full of disgust, he was doing a small business, but he didn't have much money to be kind.

Just as he was about to wave his hand to drive away, a white figure stopped in front of the stall.

"This Taoist leader, do you want a basket of steamed buns?"

When the stall owner saw the visitor, his face was full of flattering smiles.

The monk is high up, and they are the beings that these mortals can only look up to.

"Is this a soup dumpling?"

Yang Xuan glanced at the steaming steamer and immediately recognized what was inside.

"Dao Chang has good eyesight, my Wang's soup dumplings are the most delicious in the neighborhood." The stall owner nodded at Yang Xuan and said flatteringly.

"Give them two cages."

Two strings of copper coins fell in front of the stall owner, and Yang Xuan pointed to the children and said.

"Okay, Dao Chief, wait a moment."

The stall owner collected the money, neatly took out two steamers, wrapped the steaming soup dumplings in oiled paper, and handed them to the children.

"Thank you, big brother."

The greedy drooling children took the oily paper bag, and after saying hello to Yang Xuan, they swallowed it in a big gulp.

It's been a long time since they've had such a delicious taste.

"Alas"

Yang Xuan sighed lightly and walked away.

In his memory, the last time he bought soup dumplings, he hadn't been captured by the Feather God Dynasty.

At that time, he was just an ordinary farmer's child, and when he and Ye Feng and Ye Ruoxian, the two brothers and sisters, went to the market, they bought a cage of soup dumplings.

In Yang Xuan's memory, the two soup dumplings he was given were delicious dishes that he could never forget for a lifetime.

It's just that...... Over the years, looking back on the past, it has been a matter of fact.

The river flows out of the canyon, and the clear river meanders into the distance like a jade belt.

In the warm sunshine, the villages surrounded by small rivers smell chickens and dogs, and cows and horses neigh.

Farmers with hoes and burdens on their shoulders and cattle on their shoulders marched through the green puffed country roads, beckoning each other to return home.

"Eh, Junko, who do you think that person is?"

"I don't know, it's a bit raw, but I think I'm a monk when I look like I'm dressed."

"What is this monk doing in our Xiaobei Village?"

A few peasants with hoes pointed at the young Taoist who had just passed by them, their eyes full of incomprehension and a trace of fear.

Ignoring the peasants, Yang Xuan walked on the country road, holding a weed in his mouth, humming an out-of-tune tune like when he was young, and looking at the village in the distance with scattered eyes.

He remembers the small village filled with smoke, chickens and dogs barked, and from time to time the sound of adults calling their children home for dinner. The old people of the village often gather around the village to smoke dry tobacco, and in front of the village are patches of golden rice fields, and the fragrance of rice can be smelled when the breeze blows.

A short distance further on there is a river where the women of the village usually wash their clothes.

"I don't know if the people in the village still recognize me?"

Standing at the head of the village, looking at the familiar stone tablet in front of him with the words "Xiaobei Village", Yang Xuan's face showed a trace of nostalgia.

This is the village where he lived for fifteen years in his memory.

At a glance, the scenery here is still as it is remembered, the smoke curls above the village, the rice has ripened, the heavy bending of the straw, the small river is murmuring, and a few dogs barking can be heard in the village from time to time.

If it weren't for Yang Xuan being a traverser, he wouldn't have thought of this inconspicuous small village when he was killed, and in the future, he would have given birth to a ruthless person who was the enemy of Ye Fan.

"This Taoist leader, I don't know where to use the little old man?" An old man walked out of the village, looked at Yang Xuan with a somewhat apprehensive expression, and bowed down.

"You're the head of Xiaobei Village?" Looking at the old man with a goatee in front of him, Yang Xuan asked in a low voice.

"Exactly," the old man stroked his gray beard and nodded, "Little old man Zhang Qi is the head of this Xiaobei Village." ”

"Village Chief!"

Yang Xuan looked at the old man carefully again, and found that the old man's face was full of wrinkles, but his face was still very similar to the village chief in his memory.

Merely...... The middle-aged strong man in his memory is now the rickety old man in front of him who looks too old.

"Things are not people!" Yang Xuan sighed in his heart, but did not reveal his identity to the old man, but asked softly, "Ask you something." ”

"Dao Chief, please say, the little old man must know everything." Seeing this, the old village chief hurriedly said with a flattering face.

"Many years ago, a group of monks took two teenagers from your village?"

"There is a !!" The old man recalled for a moment, and then nodded hurriedly, "More than twenty years ago, a group of monks who claimed to be from the Feather God Dynasty came to our village, saying that there were two young people in our village who had immortal fate and wanted to take them to worship in the immortal gate. ”

"Who are those two teenagers?"

"One is called Ye Feng, and the other is called Yang Xuan."

"So," Yang Xuan asked with an unchanged face, "what about the families of these two?" ”

"This ......" The old village chief didn't know why Yang Xuan asked this question, but he didn't dare to offend the monk master, and said truthfully, "Yang Xuan's parents have passed away?" ”

"Gone?" Yang Xuan was shocked in his heart, he had explored this village with his divine thoughts before, but he didn't find his parents, but he didn't expect it to be......

The old village chief sighed and said, "Alas, in the second year after Yang Xuan left, his father was killed by a tiger when he went hunting in the mountains, and his mother missed her deceased husband and only son, and she was overly sad, and in less than a year, she also went with her deceased husband. ”

"Then ......" Yang Xuan forcibly held back the pain in his heart and said calmly, "What about Ye Feng?" ”

"Ye Feng's parents died when he was a child, and he only has a sister who depends on each other, Ye Ruoxian," the old village chief also reminded him of the sadness of the past, "After Ye Feng left, Ye Ruoxian's girl was first adopted by Yang Xuan's parents, and after Yang Xuan's parents died, she was raised by the villagers. ”

"Raised by the villagers?" Yang Xuan recalled the origin of the ruthless lineage, frowned and asked.

"When Ye Ruoxian's father was still alive, he helped the people in the village a lot, how can we sit idly by and ignore his daughter?" The old village chief recalled the past, his face was covered with a touch of sadness, "The villagers have a bite of rice in the east and a bite of rice in the west, pulling Ye Ruoxian's girl big." ”

The old village chief didn't expect that the girl who grew up eating hundreds of meals would grow up to be the white-clothed empress of the mighty Huanyu in the future.