It has been nearly a month since Xu Huaigu said goodbye to Luzhu and embarked on the journey home. The heat of summer has gradually faded, and the weather has gradually cooled down in July.

During this month's journey, Xu Huaigu set off from the Water God Palace on the Luhua River, flew all the way to the west, spent three days to reach the west coast of Feiyu Island, and then took a cross-continent ferry from Feiyu Island to Dongfuyao Island.

Because he was going back to Qingling, he did not choose a ferry to Xicheng, but chose a ferry to go to Dayuguo Harbor.

This ferry is also unusual. Xu knew that the war in Dayu was about to start, and the goods shipped to Dayu were all killing weapons, or daily necessities such as rice oil.

Naturally, there are also transactions of spiritual weapons and magic weapons in this ferry, but Xu Huaigu is not familiar with the family that operates this ferry, so naturally he can't get in touch with those.

As soon as the ferry entered the harbor of Dayuguo, it was taken over by a special army. Xu Huaigu didn't have much to do with these troops, so he didn't stop and continued to walk towards Qingling.

But having said that, when he was traveling in Fusang Country at that time, the pair of Chu brothers and sisters he met in the Fuyao Sect, and his younger sister Chu Xiuyang wanted to come to the south to fight.

In the end, it was Xu Huaigu who helped her, and she was able to escape from Fusang Country. With her ability, she shouldn't die on the way, and sooner or later she will come to the south.

Maybe she has joined the army, or maybe she was found and brought back by the royal family of Fusang Kingdom, this is not something Xu Huaigu knows.

Everyone has their own fate, and what Xu Huaigu can do is very limited. When you arrive at this harbor, you will be close to Qingling.

Edgeworth has passed, and it can be reached in more than a day, and Xu Huaigu's mood is becoming more and more complicated. Qingling ...... In the end, it is a place that carries his childhood, although he has been away for a long time, but the longer he leaves, the more he misses it.

At that time, when Sun Xiang was dealing with Molong's escape, he ordered that except for himself and Li Zi, everyone else must continue to stay in Qingling and not enter or leave.

He must have built a magic circle around Qingling, isolating Qingling from the outside world again. But Deng Zhiyuan brought news a few years ago, saying that Zhang Xiaohe was gone, and he must have a way to get out.

As for who helped him get out, where he went, and what his current situation was, Xu Huaigu didn't know anything.

The answers to all the questions will be known when we arrive in Qingling. Xu Huaigu rested in the harbor for the night, and then hit the road again.

He set out early in the morning, and at dusk he saw in the distance above the clouds a city that looked like veins of leaves, and a great river flowed by it.

This big river is slightly smaller than the Luhua River, but it is also a continent of water in Dongfuyaozhou. Xu Huaigu looked at the city, and his heart fluttered.

It's back, it's all back. This city is Xingqing, and that river is Qishui. He turned the flying sword in a different direction, bypassed Xingqing City, and continued south.

The big cities in the world are forbidden for flying swords to break in or fly out, and there are still those two Eight Realm martial artists guarding Xingqing City, and I am afraid that the movements of their imperial swords will not be able to hide from them.

Xu Huaigu didn't want to make trouble, not to mention that he was also on the side of Xingqing City, so there was no need to add unhappiness to each other.

Continue to swim up the Qishui River until midnight, and you can see the undulating mountains.

The mountains here are not high, far worse than the big mountain range you see when you take off Yuzhou. There is no snow in the mountains, but the trees are green, and it is even more lush as the summer has passed.

The scenes hidden in his memory are back. He landed in front of a hill from memory, looked around, discerned the direction, and walked up a ridge.

After a while, a small desolate and dilapidated temple appeared in front of his eyes. The small temple was hidden among the trees and trees, and the roof of the house had collapsed in a large piece, covered with moss, as dilapidated as it had been twelve years earlier.

If you want to come here alone, there are few people to disturb you. But this temple has a special meaning for Xu Huaigu.

It was in this temple that he saw the unjust case of two lives trapped by love, saw Sun Xiang's skills, and sighed for the female ghost called Bingbing.

What's more, he got acquainted with Bai Xiaoyu. He slowly stepped into the temple and looked around. An earthen Buddha statue fell to the ground, and the face of the Buddha statue was smashed to pieces.

The ground is full of broken bricks and tiles, and between the cracks of the stones is an excellent hiding place for snakes, rats and poisonous insects.

The earthen Buddha statue was smashed, but the copper incense burner enshrined in front of the Buddha statue remained untouched, and the incense burner was covered with hard ash.

Xu Huaigu seemed to see the baptism of time from this copper incense burner. The dust fell on this incense burner, and then it was watered by the rain, and the sun burned and condensed into a hard lump.

The dust was stained again, and the rain and sun began again and again, day after day, year after year, sun and rain.

This is the sword of time, the sword of time, engraved on the body of the copper incense burner, and the same is true when people are covered with dust.

But there are still traces of the copper incense burner that are not so old. Xu Huaigu saw a few incense stalks inserted in the incense burner, which were still bright purple red.

Xu Huaigu stepped forward and picked up one of them, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, it was still very fresh, even the ash was very small, it was inserted about a few days ago, and someone came here to make incense.

It should be Bai Xiaoyu, Xu Huaigu thought in his heart. She is incense here, probably for her sister, right?

Sun Xiang prayed for her, she will definitely be reincarnated into a good family and live a happy and worry-free life for a lifetime.

Thinking of this, Xu Huaigu suddenly felt comforted. Happy and worry-free, how many days can you be happy and carefree in life?

When he went north with Zuoqiu Xun and Huang Shan, it was the happiest time in his life. Even though the realm was low and the vision was low, the happiness was real.

On the contrary, the higher the realm, the more uncomfortable I feel, and those old years are gone. Xu Huaigu stood in the middle of the ruined temple and looked up, and the broken moon could be seen from the top of the temple that had collapsed most of the side.

He walked over to the mossy masonry, reached out and stroked it gently, closing his eyes to feel the slight moisture on the moss.

Broken walls and ruins, all broken walls and ruins. But it doesn't matter, if you don't think about it for long, the land of Dongfu Shake Island will be full of such a scene.

Bidding farewell to the broken temple, Xu Huaigu continued south to Qingling. If his memory is correct, half a day's walk south from here is the small city called Jiangyuan, where Sun Xiang placed his parents at that time.

It's just that according to the instructions left by Xu Huaigu to Yu Qin, his parents must have left Jiangyuan at this time.

As for where he is, he will have to ask Yu Qin to know. Jiangyuan is the closest city to Qingling, and the two places are only separated by more than ten miles, and they can be walked in more than an hour.

Therefore, when Xu Huaigu Yujian arrived at Jiangyuan, he changed his walk and did not sacrifice the flying sword again. Although Laqingling is a small village, its particularity is self-evident.

At this time, how many pairs of eyes were staring at this small village, Xu Huaigu knew it. He came to return to his hometown, not to show off his might.

It's just that despite his low profile, Xu Huaigu still encountered some trouble when he entered Qingling. At this time, it was about the fifth watch, and the sun was about to rise, Xu Huaigu walked in the mountains and fields heading to Qingling, and a sense of melancholy in his heart became stronger and stronger.

He looked at the grass and trees around him, and they all seemed to be familiar, as if he had seen them when he was a child.

But it seems to be very unfamiliar, and I can't remember whether I have been here before. It is said that the hometown is more timid, and the same is true for Xu Huaigu.

Fortunately, his parents are not in Qingling, and he can still postpone some of their meetings, otherwise with Xu Huaigu's chaotic state of mind at this time, it is estimated that he will not be able to take a step.

There was a bright white of fish belly on the horizon, but the light in the woods was still dim. The birdsong in the early morning is the best, cooing, like a child begging for candy.

Xu Huaigu didn't walk fast, but he didn't go far before he had to stop. Under the trees in front sat an old man with gray hair, his eyes closed, bathed in the morning light, and his expression was calm.

Even though Xu Huaigu couldn't feel half of his cultivation, his undisguised calm and indifference still allowed him to immediately judge that this person was by no means an idle person.

What's more, the old man also had a sharp sword lying on his lap. It's just that this can't stop Xu Huaigu from returning to Qingling.

He didn't want to disturb the meditative old man, ready to bypass him. Xu Huaigu changed his path and continued to walk forward.

After a while, the white-haired old man reappeared on the road in front of him, still closing his eyes and recuperating.

The old man who didn't know the origin obviously wanted to stop him, but Xu Huaigu was not annoyed at all, and wanted to bypass him in a different way.

This time, the old man couldn't sit still, and said, "Stay." Xu Huaigu stopped, looked at the old man, and asked calmly, "Why did the senior stop me?" The old man's eyes still didn't open, but he said, "Who is the surname, which sect is from, report the name." Xu Huaigu was neither humble nor arrogant: "One wild cultivator, rootless duckweed." The surname is Xu, and the name is Huaigu. The old man's cheeks moved slightly, and he opened his eyes and glanced at him in some surprise, and then immediately closed them again, and said, "It turns out that you are Xu Huaigu, the sword cultivator of the Eight Realms, and it is not bad." Xu Huaigu said: "I have answered the questions of my seniors, who are my predecessors?" Why aren't I allowed in? The old man said lightly: "Since you are Xu Huaigu, then let you in." As for who I am, you will know when you go to Qingling and see the person you want to meet. Xu Huaigu glanced at him, and secretly said in his heart.

But anyway, he had never seen this old sword cultivator, so maybe he came from somewhere to join the excitement of Qingling.

Xu Huaigu walked past the old man, and this time the old man really didn't stop him again. A short distance further on, the woods gradually thinned out, and Xu Huaigu could vaguely see the snow-white Ling River in the valley through the woods, as well as the village located by the river.

Qingling is coming, Xu Huaigu felt a lot of emotion in his heart, and his steps unconsciously accelerated. The hometown of the haunting dream, the place where the wanderer's sincere heart returns, is in front of you.