The eaves Xiuyue Villa was sent by Luoluo, except for the people in the Sword Pavilion, the rest of the people all withdrew into the back mountain, and they occupied the big village where the mountain was king, but fortunately, there are not many people in Xiuyue Villa now, and the already deserted Xiuyue Villa is still so deserted. Since Brother Han came to this Xiuyue Villa, Mo Yan finally found a big toy, Brother Han is important to Mo Yan, more often, than Thirteen Chen, she wants to call Uncle Thirteen, but this Han Brother really became his brother, she rode on his back most of the day, and she didn't pay attention to the big black horse, only Thirteen Yan still wanted to go and slip his horse in a day.

Xiuyue Villa closed the door, Luo Fuluo always sat in front of the gate with the nine-clawed ghost hand, and sat until dark one day, whenever Mo Xiuyan saw such a situation, he couldn't help but put down the knife in his heart, and there was always a sentence asking himself, "Will he be the murderer of this accident?"

"But who else can do this?"

Once I returned to Xiuyue Villa, the mystery like a black mist was always in the heart of Mo Xiuyan. Looking at Lo Velo and the Nine-Clawed Ghost Hand:

"Uncle Luo, I'm going to Kangning Palace, and I'll leave this Xiuyue Villa and Demon Yan to you. ”

Luo Fuluo got up and looked at the demon cultivator:

"Let's go, let's go, he should go more, stay here, the smile on your face is also lightening, if you go deeper, you will find out, she is doing well without you, but I was wrong about one thing, I should have let her go with his mother, or let her mother and son come here." ”

Mo Xiuyan took back the eyes that were staring from the Sword Pavilion, took a step forward, and folded his hands: "Uncle Luo, the little nephew may really cause trouble for the Xiuyue Villa this time, and I don't know what kind of disaster this Xiuyue Villa will suffer in the future, I may not be able to bear it alone······"

Demon Xiuyan's unspoken words, the nine-clawed ghost hand and Luo Fuluo looked at him with shame, and they couldn't bear to let him say it anymore.

Seeing that the demon cultivator was leaving, the nine-clawed ghost hand also stood up:

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"I'm afraid that something will happen to Xiuyue Villa······"

As he spoke, he looked into the depths of Xiuyue Villa, and both Luo Fuluo and the Nine-Clawed Ghost Hand knew what he was looking at?

"Go ahead, go alone! It's just you, maybe you'll be more careful, and having me by your side may not be a good thing. ”

The parting of the demon cultivator, in a Xiuyue Villa, seven sword envoys, thirteen dragons, and Brother Han camelped the demon concubine. Mo Xiuyan waved a whip, the horse's hooves were raised, in front of the stone slab's Zhuangfang, there was a sound of horses' hooves, a few hooves, Mo Xiuyan turned around the mountain col, the sound of hooves gradually moved away and returned, back to the horse, Mo Xiuyan flew off the horse, non-stop, Mo Xiuyan floated and stepped on the ground, a rise and fall, Mo Xiuyan came to the front of Mo Yan: "Yan'er, listen to the words of the thirteenth uncle,." ”

Saying that, Mo Xiuyan touched Mo Yan's little face with his hand, and didn't wait for Mo Yan to speak, and with a lot of force, his body flew upside down, Mo Yan had never seen his father have this kind of ability, usually, he just saw Thirteen Yan flying around in the courtyard, but he never flew as well as his father, and he flew high, and the galloping horse, after the master left the saddle, he turned around to reduce the speed, and the hooves were not yet stable, and Mo Xiuyan turned around and sat on the saddle.

The two small fleshy slaps slapped loudly, Mo Yan never knew that her father had this ability, and the direct light in his eyes was reflected on Mo Xiuyan's back, and he felt an unprecedented happiness and satisfaction. When the horse's hooves moved again, Mo Xiuyan saw the roads in the yellow sand town again, the same trees and grass beside the road, Mo Yan's eyes were on his back, blinking and flashing, a warm sun-like look, on his back, the warmth of the heat like the sun, the bright light like the sun, in the back of the demon Xiuyan, every time the horse's hooves were raised, it was a road that was solid in the spring and the wind fluttering in the air, Mo Xiuyan had never had this feeling of galloping today, the power of the wind was blowing him, the sand on the ground had a sense of movement, between each hoof and foot, it was responding to the horse's running, and the sun was also blowing the road, so that Mo Xiuyan himself can't feel the Mercedes of riding, he is stepping on the moving road belt of the wind, he is moving in the texture of the sun and the real send-off, there are birds in the forest walking with him, alone on the road, but this road is so warm, there are always the touching eyes and caresses of relatives, Mo Xiuyan rushed all the way, towards the Jinsha River, he wanted to go to see Luo Mo's grave first, and start from there.

The muddy water of the Jinsha River is flowing quietly, the shadow of the water's edge, only the figure of a person and a horse, those grasses, are already this year's new green, only the tree is still there, on the tree pole, those arrow wounds that used to be, now think that they have formed a scar, so they look at themselves quietly. There was an extra thatched hut on the shore, and Mo Xiuyan didn't dare to approach that thatched hut, his heart kept beating to tell him an unknown, but he didn't dare to figure it out.

The river was flowing in a hurry, and the footsteps of the demon cultivator involuntarily walked towards the thatched house, thinking that if he met the master of the house, he could always find a bowl of water to drink.

Turning the path and walking towards the door of the house facing the Jinsha River, Mo Xiuyan froze for a moment, "Yi Jinglan." A woman in a green gauze skirt sat quietly behind the piano case, and also looked at Mo Xiuyan blankly, "You're dead!"

"I was dead, and I died in this river. Now I'm alive again, I'm coming back to life from Huangsha Town.

Why are you here?"

"There are no longer two Demon Blue families in Xiuyue Villa, how can those of us who were good friends with your two families back then still live in Xiuyue Villa. ”

Mo Xiuyue approached Yi Jinglan, this woman who was still a little girl, the freckles on her face were only a few points between her cheeks, and when she opened her mouth, the two dimples were deeper, but her height was much taller than herself:

"Why do you live here?"

"If I don't live here, where can I go? at least, if I live here, at least there will be an enemy, and in Xiuyue Villa, I may be like them, and I won't know how I died?

Here I can wait for what I consider to be an enemy, and elsewhere, someone who can find me may just want me dead. ”

Mo Xiuyan was speechless for a long time, he didn't know how to say anything to Yi Jinglan, the two of them looked at the river in their eyes almost at the same time, listening to some dingdong dingdong, and the river water that walked away, maybe in the eyes of the two of them, was asking where the water would flow.

"I'm waiting here, this piano is the last thing Luo Mo gave me back then, when I left, he said that he would teach me to stroke the piano when he came back. But when I arrived, my father told me that all three of you were dead. ”

Mo Xiuyan still couldn't find a word, looking at Yi Jinglan's eyes that were almost as quiet as a pool of well water, the pain in his heart was so painful that he didn't know which kind of gaze to use······

"I've been here alone for three years, and no one has ever been here, but what I didn't expect was to see you, a dead man!"

Mo Xiuyan smiled, just like when they went out to act together and lived together:

"I'm married, I have four children, this time, I'm back, I'm bringing our sister-in-law with me, you want to see her. ”

"Like you?"

"Like her mother. ”

"The Thirteen Rings have been in Xiuyue Villa, I came this time to find the truth of the year, I don't know what you know?"

Yi Jinglan and Mo Xiuyan stood in the small courtyard that looked like a courtyard. In the low wall of the small courtyard surrounded by wooden piles, several places have fallen, and the courtyard gate is gone, it was a wood-framed hut door, but at this time it is a bamboo door, those earthen walls are eroded by wind and rain, and the signs of water immersion are all on the wall, and the thatch on the eaves has already fallen countless times, so that one of the eaves has long lost its neatness, and Mo Xiuyan can no longer bear to look into the house:

"You've been here all these years?"

"Spend most of the year here?"

When Mo Xiuyan spoke, his eyes didn't dare to wander on Yi Jinglan's face, but the meaning he wanted to say in his heart couldn't be organized into a sentence and said:

"I only have one person now, Thirteen Heroes in Xiuyue Villa, and back then, there were thirteen of us, and I only knew the two of you, I, I ······"

I can't go on again, although Yi Jinglan said that Mo Xiuyan has been separated for sixteen years, but she has also gotten along for countless days in those years, from childhood to youth, almost every day of getting along and growing together, where does Yi Jinglan not know what Mo Xiuyan really wants to say?

Yi Jinglan looked at Mo Xiuyan, although she was still shorter than herself, but the whiteness on her face was now gone, all of them had become the kind of skin color between white and yellow, and there was a kind of mature loneliness of a heavy man, and this kind of maturity and sadness of loneliness and endless thinness, looking at his lonely and indifferent sad expression, incoherent when speaking, Yi Jinglan compared with herself, and she was also sad, but with the man in front of her who was familiar with her brother and sister, a feeling like spring grass was born from the bottom of her heart。

Yi Jinglan thought that after so many years, no matter what happened or who it was, the heartstrings in her heart that were as quiet as stagnant water could not be moved, but the man in front of her, who she was not very emotional at the time, was just a flash in front of her eyes, and the trace of her sinking into the deep pool had nothing to do with love and was related, but she was an indescribable emotion, and it returned to her heart.

Moved a step and sat back in front of the piano, her eyes returned to Mo Xiuyan's body again, she was thinking that among the thirteen swords back then, although she was not the youngest person, and Mo Xiuyan was not the biggest one, but now, the thirteen companions who grew up together, only Thirteen Yan and him, they are also the only people she has some emotions in this world.