Di Luan can only stay in the old man's living place forever because of his soul, but where is the old man's residence?

At least I don't think this kind of master will like others to know where he lives, and with his profound cultivation, he can casually arrange a formation so that others can't find it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The master has a kind of magic similar to the obstacle, which is mainly through the power of yin and yang, in fact, it is also to balance yin and yang so that the appearance of yin and yang of everything is the same as that of the outside world. However, the old man is Taoist, and there will be similar methods to do it, such as Qimen Dunjia.

Although Di Luan loves Mu Gu, he only takes care of his family for him, and he has never thought of this kind of affection.

Even when he knew Mu Gu's intentions, he slapped him hard, admittedly, he was very disdainful of Mu Gu's psychology.

It can even be said that it is bitterly opposed, and then mixed with some contempt.

But then what? In the end, it was Mugu who took his life and exchanged his eternal life for his life. Then, he spent his whole life with him, and maybe until today, Di Luan would not know that this person who had been with him all his life was not Xu Wan.

Mugu loves the humility, even if he pays the price of eternity, he can't get back the heart of a person who doesn't love him at all. He disguised himself as the woman he loved, imitating her all the time, for fear that he would doubt it, and in the end it would only be a lifetime.

is clearly and deeply in love, but he always has to pretend to be someone else, and then watch him rejoice and rejoice because of this face that does not belong to him.

Di Luan lived his life with someone he didn't like, and then he was complacent, but he might not know that there was someone waiting for him here.

The man he was willing to give his life for had been waiting for him, but he didn't know it yet.

Sadly, he lived with this sentimental man whom he despised.

Mugu, just like his name, Mugu is withered and loves deeply. Deep withering, in the end, is not as good as reincarnation, and it cannot be reborn. Perhaps one day, the soul will completely dissipate, and then disappear and drift away like withered grass and trees.

I walked out of Xu Wan's memory, but unexpectedly, she was already in tears.

At this time, a man walked outside the pavilion, and this person was Xu Wan's father.

"Child, I'm sorry, don't cry, it's the father who is not good! But, you know what? When you remember this, your soul will be more vulnerable. "The man has no time to pay attention to me, and blindly cares about Xu Wan. He sacrificed so many people's lives to find someone, he is not a good person, but these are nothing more than for his daughter, he is a good father.

I don't need to know anything after that.

I don't have the ability to save Xu Wan, nor do I have the ability to help her father. I'm a weakling, and although I admit that I'm cold-blooded, I always feel like I might be willing to help others if I can.

I live in an indifferent world, but a gesture of Chu Xue saved my life, she is a kind girl, I will not be as innocent and kind as her, but there are few words, I will be like her, help some people I can help.

But at this moment, I found myself weak enough to watch them hurt but unable to do anything, and I felt uncomfortable in my heart.

I finally said goodbye to this father and daughter and left, Xu Wan once said that she was waiting here, but over the years, she had failed her father who loved her the most, and the rest of the time, she may not be able to wait for Di Luan, but she has to repay her father's nurturing grace.

Xu Wan's father didn't resent me much, he said: "Since everything is doomed, it will be good if my daughter is happy." "This father has already seen everything.

It's not very close to Hefeng Village, but it's in the mountains, so it's really remote, and I followed the path Xu Wan's father pointed out and walked for three or four hours before I came to a village.

In this village, I arrived at the house of a car early and went to Hefeng Village.

Unexpectedly, the fare cost me more than 100 yuan, and I sat for more than three hours.

Zephyr Village is the most marginal village in the city, and at the same time it is one of the most depressed. The driver introduced that if it weren't for his perennial walking around, most people would not have heard of this place.

This village is the poorest in Beixing County. And it's the oldest, so old that even if it's a map, you don't know this place.

I got off the car at the entrance of the village, gave him the money, and then he left.

This is where I was born.

This village is indeed very poor, and I have seen many other villages with tiled houses, and some even have two-story buildings, and even ordinary houses if they are not tiled houses. But this village, as I saw when I was a child, is full of mud houses, dilapidated, and people think that this place is not deserted.

I walked past the entrance of the village, and the old man at the entrance of the village would look at me a few times. Apparently he might have wondered, after all, what kind of outsider would come to such a dilapidated village?

I walked along the path of memory to my original "home", and my ability to remember the road was already extremely strong, not to mention, this is my roots. Even though my mother left me and my father sold me to human traffickers, this is still where I first came from, a place I will never forget.

As I walked along the dirt roads, I couldn't help but feel down. For some reason, I was a little hesitant, and even a little afraid to see the man who had abandoned me again. It was clearly him, the father, who abandoned me first, and if he said he was sorry, it should be him, but at this time, I clearly felt a trace of resistance. I don't want to go back here to see him, but I still want to see how he's doing, and if he's not doing well, do I really sit idly by? Or will he repay his grievances with virtue and share half of his money? This person has long since completely severed the relationship between father and son with me, but I still care about him.

Maybe I hated it once, but after a long time, this feeling has smoothed out, and to this day, I still have a little bit of nostalgia.

I thought as I walked forward, this village was too small, and it had only been a long time before I had come to the door of this former home.

I looked at the dilapidated wooden door and tried to open it, but when my hand hung up, it still didn't fall.

I was still scared, but I didn't know what I was afraid of.

I jumped up to the wall and stood there to avoid the gaze of others and at the same time see inside the room.

This yard, which is already messy, with some bricks scattered everywhere, only in the middle, has been cleared out of a path.

At the end of the road, there is the house, there are a few embroidered pushpins on the wooden door, originally in rows, I remember when I was a child, I still pressed my hand, and even went to pick it, but it was not successful, but now there are so many left, and there are embroidery.

The window panes were also damaged, and there were still some dusty shards of glass on the windowsills, apparently those shattered windows.

There is also this one on the window that has been drenched in light pink by the rain, this is also what I pasted when I was a child, I didn't expect the quality to be good, so many years, it has not been blown off by the wind.

The cracked windows made it difficult for me to see inside the house, but my hearing was unusual, and I could still hear the sound of sobbing in the room......