After three days of hard work, Teng Yi walked all over every household in Xiaojiu Village, and all of them sent firewood within his ability.

I don't know if it's an illusion, after doing this, Teng Yi can vaguely feel that there is an indescribable kindness released to him here.

"Senior brother, you're in a good mood today." Seeing that Teng Yi had a smile on his face all the time, Canghai said curiously.

"Yes." Teng Yi replied and looked at the surrounding houses with interest.

"Maybe it feels like there's a little more life here."

"Angry?"

Teng Yi's words made the monk of Canghai Zhanger puzzled, this village did not give him a good feeling, and he couldn't understand the meaning of the other party's words.

"Little junior brother, you have to be patient to see it." Teng Yi got up and patted Canghai on the shoulder and admonished.

"Brother, I will." Canghai nodded seriously, and then watched Teng Yi leave.

Coming to the edge of the stone cliff again, Teng Yi sat silently under the tree, looking at the direction his grandfather was looking at.

There is nothing special there except for mountains and mountains.

"Grandpa, what the hell are you looking at?" After a while, Teng Yi asked in a low voice.

"Yi'er, grandpa is watching the road with your grandmother."

Hearing this answer, the surprise on Teng Yi's face was instantly relieved.

"Grandpa, does everyone look back at the road they have traveled when they die?"

"Yes, once a person dies, they walk again along the place they have walked, and then the dust returns to the dust, and there is no one left in the world."

After hearing this, Teng Yi suddenly had doubts in his heart.

"Grandpa, will they know who they are when they turn back?"

"How can it be, it's like the wind, it's gone after it blows, and when a person dies, there's nothing."

Teng Yi stopped making a sound, just sat quietly for an hour, and then got up.

At this time, there was an old woman's figure beside Teng Wanshan.

"Grandma." Teng Yi shouted softly.

"Yi'er, there is an old locust tree under this cliff, you can take it away."

"Grandma?" Teng Yi's face was worried, and he obviously noticed that the old woman's voice was much weaker than the last time.

"Yi'er don't worry, the old woman has been here for too long, and it's enough, but I can't let the old man carry it anymore."

"I'm nothing, old woman, I'm already satisfied to see Yi'er grow up."

"Grandpa, grandma." Teng Yi's eyes were slightly red, and he knew that the obsession of the two old men had come to an end.

"Yi'er don't be sad, go and get the roots, then you can leave Xiaojiu Village and don't come back."

"Yi'er, take care, my wife and I should go to that place too."

The two old men looked at Teng Yi with loving faces and said goodbye with a smile.

"Grandparents, let's go." There was only one sentence in a thousand words at this time, Teng Yi bowed goodbye, and there was no joy or sadness on his face.

There are no more residents on the crooked-necked old locust tree, and there may not be any more in the future, but Teng Yi doesn't think so.

Seeing things and thinking about people, the old locust tree is of great significance to Teng Yi, here, he crossed the long river of time and met his grandparents again.

"It's time to go."

Teng Yi bit the handle of the axe in his mouth and carefully climbed down the stone cliff, and the biting cold wind hit from the bottom up.

"It's really deep." Teng Yi glanced under him and couldn't help but preach.

It took a lot of effort for Teng Yi to find the packing.

It was a damp tree root more than three feet long, the size of a bowl, and Teng Yi took it off without the slightest hesitation.

Back on the stone cliff, he bowed deeply to the old locust tree.

"The grace of water, Tengcun will never forget."

Teng Yi was eager to return home, he didn't walk back to the village to say goodbye to Canghai, and ran out of Xiaojiu Village directly.

After walking for about seven or eight miles, Teng Yi suddenly stopped, and in his sight, a woman riding a donkey was walking slowly.

She was dressed in fluttering clothes, barefoot, and had a very beautiful complexion, about eighteen or nineteen years old.

The eyes are clear, the eyebrows are trimmed and the nose is trimmed, the cheeks are slightly pear-ed, the complexion is crystal clear, and the eyes are faintly blue with the seawater.

Da-da-da-da.

Ahh

When she got closer, the woman grabbed the reins in her hand, and the white-haired evil-eared donkey under her crotch stopped after a few shouts.

The woman looked at Teng Yi who was standing in the middle of the road, with a surprised expression.

"Who are you? How did it end up here? ”

"Tengyi, who are you?"

Teng Yi reported his name, looked at the woman and asked rhetorically.

"Zhao Ruoxi."

After saying each other's names, the two spoke in unison.

"What are you doing here?"

As soon as the words came out, the two were stunned at the same time, and for a while, no one spoke.

"This little dove village is not safe, you better leave quickly." Not long after, Zhao Ruoxi was the first to speak, and her eyebrows were slightly sad.

Seeing this, Teng Yi asked seriously: "Are you from Qinghe Town?" ”

"How do you know?" Zhao Ruoxi was surprised.

"Guess." Teng Yi replied calmly.

"So what do you know about Kodoto?" Teng Yi continued to ask.

"Yes." Zhao Ruoxi lowered her head and said.

"So, you have something to do with the Guard." Teng Yi's eyes gradually became cold, and he subconsciously held the axe.

"They're the guards in my house." Zhao Ruoxi suddenly looked up at Teng Yi and admitted frankly.

"It's good if you admit it." Teng Yi took out the axe, and his face showed a cold glow.

"You're going to kill me?" Zhao Ruoxi didn't panic in the slightest and asked in a low voice.

"A few days ago, there were two guards who wanted to kill me, and I buried them here, not one of you." Teng Yi said bluntly.

"You did it." Zhao Ruoxi suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the mansion would report the missing two guards.

"That's me." Teng Yi nodded.

"Why?" Zhao Ruoxi looked at Teng Yi, and her eyes were misty.

"Why? You don't count everything you did to Xiaojiu Village, that's dozens of lives. Teng Yi said indifferently.

Hearing this, Zhao Ruoxi's face turned pale instantly, she trembled and jumped off the donkey's back and took a few steps forward.

"I, I don't want to, if I don't do this, Qinghe Town will be a river of blood."

Listening to Zhao Ruoxi's explanation, Teng Yi disdained it, and the killing intent in his heart was even stronger.

"Do you mean that if you want to keep Qinghe Town, you have to sacrifice Xiaojiu Village?"

"No, me." Zhao Ruoxi was speechless, and she didn't know how to explain it at all.

"Over the years, I have had to sacrifice a village every year in order to hold it down, and I really don't want to." Zhao Ruoxi looked pained and said weakly.

"Then it seems that you can't be left behind." Teng Yi said and raised the axe in his hand.

"I've wanted to die for a long time, but it's here, I can't even die, why is it so unfair to me." Zhao Ruoxi choked up and shouted loudly.

"You." Just when Teng Yi was about to make a move, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw Zhao Ruoxi take off the clothes on his body.

"Why is it on me?" Zhao Ruoxi held her clothes in both hands, looked at Teng Yi with desolation in her eyes and asked.

"Me." Teng Yi put down the axe weakly, his heart was already turbulent, and the bloody mouth in Zhao Ruoxi's chest was too shocking.