Xinghua Village is a beautiful place.

There are 100 fine houses in the village, a sword house, there are thousands of acres of fertile land outside the village, thousands of acres of wheat fields, there is a red peach blossom forest on the edge of the stream that irrigates the ridges, in previous years, every summer, the sun is like fire, butterflies fly, from time to time there is the sound of the piano from the peach blossom forest, occasionally mixed with a few sword sounds.

After more than three years, Lu Hong has a deep memory of every grass and tree here, the orderly terraced fields, the rice ears shining with golden light in the sun, the kind old village chief, the Ji family who has guarded the sword house for generations, and the ancient and solemn sword house with vicissitudes......

It's just that when I come back here again, everything has changed.

The time is not yet, it has not yet reached dusk, but the sky is drowsy, only a little light shines through the dark clouds, bringing a bit of brightness to the world.

The terraces are still there, but the ears of rice have dried up.

The ears of wheat, which should have been golden yellow, were now shriveled and turned a dull yellow, like spots on the face of a dying old man.

The stream was murmuring, but the flowers and numbers in the peach blossom forest had withered and withered, and there were only bare branches and trunks in sight.

The cottages, mills, stables, and sword houses on the terraces were all shrouded in darkness, like reeds fluttering in the wind and rain.

Lu Hong's heart suddenly ached.

remembered that when he was young, he and Sun Yao stroked the qin and played the sword in the peach forest, and remembered that Qing'er always sat under the tree and held a book to read the sword sheet for him, read the piano score, and read the subset of scripture history......

This place carries so many memories for him.

Now, the peach forest is no longer yesterday's peach forest, and the apricot blossoms are not yesterday's apricot blossoms, so what about people?

Are the people here still there?

The retreat behind the terraces is still there, the sword house is still there, his small golden house and the thatched hut where the village elders deliberate are also there, but... Why isn't there a single figure? Not a single voice?

Are all the people here gone?

Lu Hong's heart sank, he turned over and dismounted and ran up the terraces.

Sure enough, there was no one in the village.

Not only was there no one, not even a single livestock was gone, and there was silence all around, and Lu Hong hurried towards the sword house.

The Sword House is the oldest place in Xinghua Village, since there has been a sword cultivation inheritance, the sword cultivation of the past generations of Xinghua Village has been enlightened in the Sword House, and they will enter the Sword House again before they die, untie their swords, and wait for the next person to appear.

Generations of sword cultivators receive inheritance in the sword house, the year of the total horn, the year of the weak crown in the sword house, before the death of the sword, choose the next inheritance...... , all of this is like a reincarnation, and the sword house witnesses the fate of all the sword cultivators in Xinghua Village.

Lu Hong's Yunlu sword was also obtained in the Sword Mansion, and Sun Yao gave him his saber red makeup as a gift in the Sword Mansion.

There are servants in the Sword House who have been in the past and the Ji family has guarded them for generations, and he knows that if there is still someone left in Xinghua Village waiting for him, it must be the gray-robed old man of the Ji family.

But when he ran to the sword house, even the gray-robed old man was gone, and the sword house was empty.

He was stunned, walked quickly to the inside, walked to the front of the tablet, looked up and down, the swords on the case were gone, and the tablet of the predecessors was gone.

I looked around again, and everything was as usual in the outer and inner rooms, with books, tables, chairs, candlesticks, etc., all neatly placed.

Lu Hong breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and bowed a few times to the cases in the middle.

Everything was as usual in the small gold house, the bedding in his room was neatly folded, and the room was clean and tidy.

Although this small gold house looks golden, of course it is not made of pure gold, Xinghua Village does not have the financial resources to build a pure gold house for him, this small gold house was only Lu Hong when he was young and frivolous, read the "Historical Records" and read the story of Liu Che, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, when he realized that he would also be a generation of sword heroes, he temporarily made a temporary idea, and absurdly wanted to build a gold house for Qing'er and Sun Yao to hide it.

After hearing this, Sun Yao taught him a good lesson, but the old village chief Liu Yang smiled and praised him for his ambition, and he really asked the village elders to pay for him to build such a small golden house.

The small gold house is only three zhang square, smaller than the ordinary people's houses, but both inside and outside are more exquisite, the outermost layer of the house is made of gold bricks, and the rest are ordinary bricks, but Rao is so this small gold house is also worth a lot of money.

After the completion of the small golden house, Liu Yang added him Luban locks, sword dictionaries, wooden martial arts and other toys, which made Lu Hong quite a sense of pleasure, although it is impossible for this golden house to hide Sun Yao, but it is enough to share the worries and relieve boredom with Qing'er's little girl.

At that time, Sun Yao was often worried that he would lose his mind with his playthings, and he was even more afraid that he would be nonsense to Qing'er, but under supervision, although he acted out of his way, he finally had some sense of proportion and no longer cared about him, and this place became his private property.

To be exact, it is the private property of him and Qing'er.

And he found a book under his pillow, a thin, folded rice paper, with a few lines of small characters written on it.

"Sudden change, the villagers have moved to the foot of Cuiping Mountain, everyone is safe, don't worry about the young master, see the words like faces, please go to the bottom of Cuiping Mountain to meet, everyone misses the day by day, and looks forward to the young master's early return",

The handwriting is beautiful, it is obviously Qing'er's handwriting, and there is affection between the lines, Lu Hong only feels that there is a warm current slipping by, and the stone that has been pressed in his heart has finally fallen to the ground.

When he walked out of the small gold house, he heard the sound of horses' hooves.

Although the sound was still a little distant, Lu Hong could already hear it, and then he saw a dazzling golden light passing over the trees in the east, like a dazzling little sun.

"Brother Peng",

Seeing the dazzling golden light, Lu Hong's face showed a happy look.

The blazing golden light flew over the mountains and forests, and then disappeared, two wide wings spread, pieces of feathers like golden blades, and the golden-winged Peng bird flew with its head high, hovering a few times above Lu Hong's head, chirping.

On the same day, they learned that Wei Wuzhi was dead in Dasheng Pass, and Lu Hong and the others were worried that there would be changes in Xinghua, Daoxiang, and Zenyin, so they used the Blue Bird to pass the book to Sun Yao and Qing'er to take the lead and rush back to the village.

Lu Hong was worried that once he encountered a powerful character among the corpse chasers on the road, Sun Yao might not be able to deal with it alone, so he let the golden-winged Peng bird accompany him left and right, and calculated, it was only half a month respectively, but the golden-winged Peng bird had grown up half a circle, and now it was half a zhang in size, and the strength around it was surging like a tide, almost overflowing, how could Lu Hong not be happy?

A horse then galloped out of the forest, and the girl in green clothes on horseback saw the golden-winged Peng bird hovering in the sky from a distance, and saw Lu Hong standing on the terrace from the corner of her eye, her delicate little face showed a look of joy, and her eyes were almost slit.

"Young Master",

She waved her hand at Lu Hong from afar, turned over and dismounted as she approached the terraces, and trotted up with her skirt.

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