After listening to the little girl's answer, Shisanlang was somewhat distracted.

It's hard to describe the feeling in my heart, some sour, some absurd, and finally turned into a wry smile.

There are thousands of people in the world, and there are countless people who have the same name and surname, and Shisanlang smiled bitterly not because of the little girl's name, but because of what she said next.

"It's not a good name, they say they say that the person with this name can't be approached, otherwise it will be unlucky. ”

Thirteen Lang's heart twitched again, and at this time he remembered that when those children were frolicking before, although Ziyi followed behind her, she did not blend in with the crowd, most of the time, she just followed the group and looked at them, with envy in her eyes, or something.

"They weren't right. ”

Thirteen Lang stretched out his hand, took Ziyi's little hand away from the corner of his clothes, and gently sent a breath on the little red on her fingers, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Ziyi's eyes gradually brightened, and her voice trembled and said, "Immortal Chief...... You will indeed use the immortal rule to cure the disease!"

"You don't have to hand over my immortal chief, call me eight fingers...... Eight-fingered brother is also fine. ”

Thirteen Lang raised a hand, wiped Ziyi's little face, wiped away the tears that overflowed because she was no longer exerting force, and said softly: "Ziyi's name is very good, I have a very important friend, also called Ziyi." ”

Zi Yi didn't pay attention to his words, her bright eyes stared at the wound on her finger that was gradually scarring, and suddenly raised her head.

Then, she knelt on the ground and said, "Please, Immortal Chief, save Grandma." ”

Without waiting for Shisanlang to answer, she didn't forget to add: "Save Grandpa too." ”

Rao is Thirteen Lang is "well-informed", and he was also in a hurry by the little girl's actions, so he quickly pulled her up from the ground, and before he could say anything, he suddenly heard an old voice coming.

"Rely on the girl, don't mess around. ”

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The words were reprimanded, but the voice was full of pity and even compassion, and when he suddenly heard this voice, the first reaction of the six inexhaustible hatreds far beyond ordinary people was actually "This person should be a monk." ”

An old man came from a distance.

Seeing this old man, Shisanlang immediately realized that he was Ah Gong, that is, his husband.

can be called the old man by Jingle Bell, Ah Gong is undoubtedly very old, with an old body and an old face, and a crutch that seems to be as old as him. Thirteen Lang could see that it was his magic weapon. Probably because of his old age, my husband prefers to always hold his comrades and partners in his hands as helpers on the road, although he may not need them.

Ah Gong's appearance is very ordinary, like most old people, his eyes are cloudy but profound, revealing a sense of wisdom that has read all the vicissitudes of life. His face was a little pale, and he coughed a few times from time to time, and it seemed that his injuries had not healed.

Seeing Ah Gong coming, Xiao Ziyi, who got up from the ground, ran over, took the old man's free hand, and leaned on Ah Gong's leg, but didn't say anything.

In the face of Ding Dong's person who is commensurate with his husband, Thirteen Lang couldn't be rude, so he gave his hand first, and said: "Xiao Bazhi has seen Ah Gong. ”

Ah Gong nodded at Thirteen Lang, looked at Xiao Ziyi beside him with loving eyes, and said, "She is my niece and granddaughter, and she is also my only remaining bloodline. ”

The old man did not treat Thirteen Lang as a fairy brother, nor did he call himself an old man or an old man, the first sentence he said was to explain Ziyi's identity to him, this behavior made Thirteen Lang feel good, and his guard was relieved a little, he said with a smile.

"Ziyi is very good. ”

"Yes, it's a pity that I can't cultivate. ”

Ah Gong rubbed Ziyi's head and said with emotion: "It's okay, she is the only one left in my direct bloodline now, it's better to be an ordinary person and be stable." ”

The two contain too much content, the former is a little more helpless, and the latter sentence is a little relieved. Thirteen Lang listened, and asked tentatively: "In Ah Gong's family, everyone can cultivate the Tao?"

Ah Gong nodded, with a self-deprecating and smug look on his face, and said: "Let Xiaoyou see and laugh, I have cultivated the Dao all my life, and my cultivation is still so inferior, but this bloodline is a little strange." Since the seven generations of ancestors, everyone has a Dao foundation, and God is really not thin on me. ”

Sadness flashed from his eyes, and he said, "It's a pity that they all died." ”

Shisanlang was slightly shocked, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Ah Gong said, "Little friend, would you like to go with me?"

Thirteen Lang was slightly puzzled, looked up at the direction of the bonfire, and said, "Ding Dong is not feeling well, I have let her sleep, I should inform the patriarch." ”

Ah Gong smiled and said, "It's okay, I already told him when I came, it's okay." ”

Thirteen Lang's heart was slightly cold, and he understood that he was here for himself, and arched his hand: "Dare not obey his fate." ”

Ah Gong smiled again, didn't say anything more, and led Xiao Ziyi towards the darkness with one hand. Shisanlang just thought about it for a moment and then walked to follow, and naturally took Ziyi's other little hand, walking side by side with the old and the young.

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Ah Gong's cultivation is not high, and he is injured, and his breath is a little unstable. Although it is inconvenient for Thirteen Lang to investigate directly, judging from the sometimes irrepressible magic fluctuations on his body, it is at most in the foundation building. Even considering that his cultivation might have declined due to his injury, his original cultivation was nothing more than a fake Dan realm.

Walking with such an injured demon cultivator, Thirteen Lang didn't have any fearful thoughts, but he didn't understand why this old man interrupted the retreat despite his injuries and deliberately found him.

The idea of borrowing Xiao Ziyi's approach was quickly ruled out by him, and after thinking about it, the source still fell on Ding Dong. It just so happened that he also had some ideas to confirm, so he agreed to the old man's invitation and went all the way with him.

Ah Gong did not have any clear purpose, he wandered through the Mujia Village, and when he came across those antiquities that carried traces of history, he would explain a few words, and he looked like a very competent tour guide, and like an ordinary old man who was full of attachment to the hometown of his clan and had a certain pride, and he could not see what his intention was. During the process, Xiao Ziyi had been walking obediently between the two, glancing at Thirteen Lang with bright and heartbreaking eyes from time to time, as if she had not forgotten her previous request.

She can't understand, and she doesn't want to understand, whether the old man's words contain deep meaning, for Xiao Ziyi, the illness and injury of Grandma and Grandpa are the things that worry her the most, which is comparable to heaven.

Thirteen Lang didn't speak much, occasionally nodding or echoing a few times, mostly out of politeness. In addition to introducing the history of Mujiazhai, the old man also touched on some of the surrounding customs, which was also helpful to his future life. So he listened quietly and silently took it to heart.

In his mind, the old man would probably use this as an opening statement to get the conversation going smoothly before getting to the point. Even if it weren't, listening to the old man tell him what he didn't know in the quiet night was not an adjustment in itself, but there was no impatience.

Strangely, the old man did not do what Shisanlang thought, nor did he say any tentative words, so he took Xiao Ziyi and him to "wander" in the village, until he almost turned the whole village, and did not change the meaning of the topic. Although Shisanlang could survive, Xiao Ziyi gradually became a little sleepy, and her steps became heavy.

Several people walked to a tower that exuded the vicissitudes of life, and the old man noticed Ziyi's tiredness and wanted to pick her up.

"I'll do it. ”

Shisanlang said softly, and naturally bent down to hold Ziyi in his arms. The little girl didn't reject, her small arms wrapped around his neck, her head rested on Thirteen's shoulder, and she gradually fell asleep. Shisanlang looked at Ziyi and waved his hand to cast a magic shield for her to keep the cold outside. ...,

Ah Gong thanked him, stretched out his hand to caress the thick pillar, and sighed.

"This tower has existed for thousands of years, almost as long as the history of Mujiazhai. ”

The pillars were instantly ancient and heavy, covered with mottled brown scars and almost piercing holes. Obviously, it has witnessed countless battles, stained with the blood of countless enemies, monsters, and mountain people.

Ah Gong said: "When the ancestors of the Shuai clan came here, they cut down wood to build a residence, opened a mountain as a house, defeated countless enemies, and finally had today's Mujiazhai. Every time I think about it, I can't help but feel emotional, and I feel infinitely guilty. ”

This is the first time that Ah Gong has regarded himself as an elder, and it seems that only when he is backed by the history of the entire Mujiazhai can he have this confidence and calmness.

Shisanlang nodded and said, "Life in the mountains is not easy. ”

Ah Gong was slightly surprised, and said, "Xiaoyou seems to be very familiar with the mountain people?"

Jusan Lang smiled and said, "When I was a child, I lived in the mountains for a few years. ”

Ah Gong nodded and said with a little praise: "When you are old and decayed, you are still growing up under the care of your parents and teachers; ”

Hearing this, Shisanlang was silent for a moment and said, "My parents went early, and I lived alone when I was six years old. ”

When it comes to his parents, he just doesn't want to make up unnecessary lies to prevaricate the other party, and he doesn't mean to show off. Ah Gong was surprised, looked at him with a softer gaze, and said, "Old decay and abruptness, does Xiaoyou have brothers and sisters?"

Shisanlang smiled and said, "I had a younger brother. ”

"Ever?"

Ah Gong subconsciously asked rhetorically, and then remembered the endless bitterness and sorrow that these two words must contain, and his heart swelled with shame, and he confessed his guilt repeatedly.

Thirteen Lang's empty left hand waved lightly and said, "It's okay, when I understand the reason, my younger brother has already left, and I don't have much impression." ”

Ah Gong's expression was so abrupt that he couldn't help but fall silent. At this time, he suddenly found that compared with the seemingly peaceful teenager in front of him, the sad atmosphere he deliberately created became a joke. No matter how hard the life of Mujiazhai is, no matter how tragic the ancestors are, how can they be compared with the eight-fingered boy in front of him.

In a trance, he seemed to see a six-year-old child, struggling to survive alone in the reckless mountains. What level of cruelty should have been experienced during this period, and how much bloodshed and helplessness could not be told.

Such an experience can still maintain such a calm and calm mind, this person is either cold by nature, or truly wise and courageous, either way, it is not comparable to ordinary people.

It's really not interesting to play tricks in front of such people. Thinking of this, Ah Gong smiled bitterly and sighed, looking a little self-deprecating.

He said: "Xiaoyou, did you ever think that the old decay came to you, what happened?"

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