On the mural, it shows a rural scene, the village in the village is full of traffic, a peaceful place, flocks of chickens and ducks, people are happily doing the farm work at hand, and children are happily frolicking. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Seeing this, Chu Bai couldn't help but think that this Sword Sect ancestor also had such leisure and left such a mural.

Thinking about it, the ancestor of the First Sword Sect must have lived such an idyllic life back then, so he felt it, right?

After looking closely, Chu Bai found that a corner of the mural actually depicted a young man, holding a sword and looking at the village.

"What the hell is this?" Chu Bai muttered, originally a harmonious pastoral mural, there was a young man with such a strong aura of murder here, and suddenly the entire mural became out of place, extremely weird.

In his thoughts, Chu Bai watched the mural become more and more engrossed, and he actually felt a little sleepy, yawned, and finally couldn't fight for the eyelids of the fight, and slowly fell asleep.

When he woke up, Chu Bai was lying in the deep mountains and old forests.

"Where is this?" Chu Bai asked himself with a shake of his still somewhat confused head.

But I saw curling smoke rising not far away.

"It's supposed to be inhabited, just ask. Muttering, Chu Bai headed in the direction where the smoke was rising.

Walking all the way, I walked in and found that the place where the smoke came from was a village, where there was no traffic, a peaceful place, flocks of chickens and ducks, people were happily doing the farm work at hand, and children were happily frolicking.

It's exactly the same as the picture on the mural!

This made Chu Bai feel surprised, could it be that he had entered the mural?

The people of this village don't seem to have any spiritual energy cultivation, they are all ordinary villagers.

At this time, some people also noticed that a stranger came to the entrance of the village, and saw the emaciated figure in black standing there.

When I looked closely, almost everyone was dumbfounded, the stranger was actually just a child.

So, everyone in the village gathered around.

"Son, where are you from?"

"What's your name, kid?"

The cute little sister opened her big eyes and asked curiously, "Brother, why did you come here alone, did you get lost with your family?"

“......”

The villagers asked questions from east to west, and Wu Tong wanted to answer, but another question came from there, and countless questions were asked, and their heads were big.

In the end, he simply didn't do anything, and waited for the villagers to stop.

It is no wonder that the village where Chu Bai came almost did not interact with the outside world, and the village had a bumper crop harvest and was completely self-sufficient with mountains and water.

It's like a paradise.

Finally, everyone saw that Chu Bai didn't react, and they all stopped.

"It turns out that this child can't speak, he's mute, it's pitiful. ”

Chu Bai was immediately embarrassed when he heard this: "I'm not dumb, my name is Chu Bai." ”

Then he briefly explained his own affairs, and finally asked where it was.

"Hehe, this is Heyang Village. Then a short old man staggered over and said in his hoarse voice. Because of the age, the eyes have become cloudy and smaller, but I can still feel the love in my eyes. The slender white beard had fallen to the ground.

From the greetings of the villagers, Chu Bai knew that this old man was the head of this village, and he was over 100 years old this year, which was really a blessing.

However, Chu Bai's sharp eyes saw the old man's hidden cultivation, the people in the entire village were mortals without any cultivation, but this village chief had a high level of deep cultivation, which couldn't help but make Chu Bai feel a little strange.

"Since you have come from afar, let's go to the village and sit down. After saying this, the village chief turned around and took the lead into the village.

Although he had doubts in his heart, seeing that the other party had no malicious intent, Chu Bai's vigilance was slightly lowered, and he followed the village chief.

Walking on the path of the village, Chu Bai felt more and more that this village was a treasure, and the curling smoke was rising like a girl in white dancing, graceful and graceful under the bright sun. Fences made of logs stand one by one along the fields. Fruits and vegetables cover the fields tightly and lushly.

Arched bridges made of logs span both sides of the stream, and a two-zhang waterwheel was built upstream, which rotated with the flowing water.

A few cheerful old anglers signaled to the children passing by not to make noise, they would scare the fish away.

The chirping of birds in the trees was loud and noisy.

Everything is so beautiful.

"What should you call Xiaoyou?" the village chief walked in front and his voice was very hoarse, just enough for Chu Bai to hear.

"The boy's name is Chu Bai. Chu Bai responded.

When the village chief heard this, he just nodded his head, and then continued to lead the way in front.

The village chief took Chu Bai to the house where he lived and sat on the stone pier where he usually played chess.

After motioning for Chu Bai to sit down, he poured a cup of warm strong tea for him and himself.

After taking a sip of tea, Chu Bai was about to praise a few words, but he noticed a tree on the right side of the house.

The tree was plain, but it had the ruggedness of being surrounded by three people. Old and unold, there are signs of decay, palm-sized leaves fall all over the land, but new sprouts still emerge.

There are no birds resting on its trunks.

The tree stood quietly like the old man in front of him, quiet and peaceful.

It's also strange to say, although this tree is bland, but after careful consideration, Chu Bai doesn't even know what kind of tree this tree is.

"Don't you know this tree?" Seeing Chu Bai's surprise, the village chief took a sip of tea.

Chu Bai nodded in acquiescence.

"A long, long time ago, before this tree, there was a husband and wife living here, and it was not difficult for the husband and wife to farm and weave. The village chief motioned for Chu Bai to drink the cup of tea and continued: "It's just that the husband and wife have been childless since they were middle-aged, but they are lost in their hearts.

And in the cold and snowy season of one year, it was especially cold that year, and the couple picked up a baby outside.

Both of them felt that God had mercy on them, so they sent down a son to accompany them.

After taking it home, the two regarded the baby as their own, loved and raised it, and lived a good life, and they were no longer as lonely as before. Time is like an arrow, and in a blink of an eye, the child has grown up, and the two husbands and wives are also over the age of six.

The child has been naughty since childhood, mischievous and funny, and his learning is a mess. ”

The village chief said slowly, and Chu Bai was also involved in this story.

That year, a foreigner came to the village, and he took a fancy to the child's talent, saying that he could teach him a few trades. The boy was so happy that he was willing to learn from him and went away from home to learn the arts.

The old couple couldn't bear to let the child suffer outside, and tried hard to persuade him, but the child eventually followed the stranger.

Since then, the old couple has been sitting on the hillside at the entrance of the village every day, looking into the distance, hoping that the child can return early.

However, a year has passed, and the child has not returned, two years have passed, and three years have passed, and the child still has not returned.

They had already seen through their eyes, and they had dried up their tears, and they could not wait for the boy to return.

The old man was old, and finally passed away with the longing for the child and the infinite desolation of his old age.

Legend has it that on the hillside where the old man looked at the child every day, a very big tree grew later, people called this tree the plane tree, also known as the acacia tree, the plane is a male tree, the tung tree is a female tree, the same root symbiosis, the same glory and forgetfulness, life and death depend on each other, never give up.

Moreover, many small sycamore saplings soon grew around the tree, and they accompanied them like a group of children. ”