Yehe Town, outside the archway, mountain road

Ah Ying was dressed in white, holding the luggage for Song Siyuan, Yue Guanchao looked at Ah Ying, with a doting look at his sister in his eyes:

"Are you sure you won't go back with us?"

"Brother Yue, I'm not used to growing up in Yehe Town and going to other places, you don't have to worry about me, since Ah Weng asked Lao Lu to take care of me, I can just help him take care of Yehe Station."

Although Ah Ying's eyes were no longer innocent, there was a touch of clear reality, and Yue Guanchao knew that she had been withdrawn from grief, so she was a little comforted in her heart.

If in terms of blood, Ah Ying is his only sister in the world, but this girl has never known, since Wu Beimi has banned her memory, Yue Guanchao doesn't want to do more, and decides to rot this matter in his stomach!

"Also, when we go back, we will definitely write to you, goodbye to the rivers and lakes!"

Yue Guanchao grinned, took Song Siyuan on horseback, waved his hand at Ah Ying, he turned his head to look at the clay pot on his waist, and patted it with his hand: "Ah Jian, I'll take you home!" ”

"Boom~"

The horses neighed, and they quickly disappeared into the mountain road!

After they left, Ah Ying turned around and walked into Yehe Town, and when he returned to the post station, Lao Lu was whistling and wiping his wine jar.

It's just that this time the jar seemed to have become heavier, and he didn't pay attention to it, and the jar clattered to the ground.

As soon as the fragments were opened, more than a dozen yellow and golden golden shells were lying in the wine!

"Hey, it's a pity for my jar~"

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Xing'an Ridge, Eagle's Beak Ping, Village Entrance

After three days of carriage and horses, Yue Guanchao and Song Siyuan returned to Fengtian, seven or eight days had passed since they left the eagle's beak ping, and they couldn't wait for the hysteria of the second artillery, so they decided to hurry back to Tunzi.

Entering the village, Yue Guanchao kicked open the courtyard door with a bang.

The movement was so loud that Rhubarb whimpered a few times and went into the kennel, and when he saw that it was him back, he wagged his tail and rubbed it around.

Yue Qingshan was hoeing in the vegetable garden, and when he saw that his nephew was back, he teased angrily: "It's okay, it's a boom~"

"Second uncle, the second artillery is saved."

Boom, Yue Qingshan's hoe smashed on the ground, and his old eyes flashed with fine light.

The two of them closed the door of the main house like thieves, Yue Guanchao took out the bamboo basket, turned over the needle and thread on it and took out the backpack, Yue Laohan opened it and looked at it, and sat on the ground in fright.

"You... Did you really go to Witch Coffin? ”

Yue Laohan thought that his nephew had asked for some prescription for him to cure the plague, but when he saw that it was a golden sacrificial vessel, he was so frightened that he didn't know what to do, and he snorted his pipe.

"Yes, Feng Jian and I went with another companion, and it took us all to carry the things back, thinking that we could cure the second artillery as soon as possible."

Before he finished speaking, Yue Guanchao sat down in the long-backed chair and drank a sip of herbal tea in a porcelain bowl, wanting to take a cold heart to forcibly suppress the heat of the journey.

Yue Qingshan knew that his son was saved, his face was full of wrinkles and smiles, and he squatted on the chair, happier than anyone else:

"Oh, Feng Jian's kid also went, don't look at his small body and can compare to our ability, why don't you bring him back, that's our family's great benefactor, I still want to kill a pig, treat him well!"

These words made Yue Guanchao stop drinking tea, he sighed, lowered his head and put the clay pot on the table.

"Didn't you bring it back?"

Yue Laohan glanced at the clay pot, and a smile immediately froze on his face.

"What are you talking about, what nonsense are you talking about, don't be nonsense with your uncle, this big living person, how can you say that there is no ......"

When Yue Qingshan said the last word, he was stunned, and the horror of Witch Coffin Town resurfaced in his mind after decades.

"Are you serious? Don't lie to uncle? ”

Up to now, Yue Laohan still didn't believe his nephew's words, and his mind was full of sweat.

It wasn't until Yue Guanchao took out Lu Fengjian's pocket watch that he had to accept the reality and spread it out on the chair weakly!

Yue Qingshan was so frightened that he didn't have time to eat cigarettes, and he didn't even notice that the spark was extinguished, and his eyes became trance: "That... Why is it suddenly gone? ”

"Feng Jian and I went to the reporter of the Fengtian Newspaper...... I had already escaped, but who knew that he blocked the dark arrow for me, plus he was bitten by the corpse vine, and he quickly died of poison. ”

With a stick of incense, Yue Guanchao told Yue Qingshan about Lu Fengjian's affairs in great detail, and even his breathing became heavier after listening to it, and he was silent for a long time before he said slowly:

"He is the great benefactor of our grandfather and son, but unfortunately his life is too hard, if his family hadn't been plagued by bandits back then, he would have to be one of the best people in the village now."

"In this way, let's bury him next to your second aunt, and go to incense every New Year's holiday, don't let him become a lonely ghost, and our grandfather is dedicated."

Yue Guanchao nodded, there were no more people, no matter how much he said, it was useless to mourn, and even if he lived up to his childhood friendship, he looked at Yue Qingshan:

"Second uncle, this matter is not in a hurry, we will go up the mountain at night tonight and give this thing to them, I don't know if the illness of the second artillery can be delayed."

"It's good!"

When the sun set in the West Mountain, Yue Qingshan took Yue Guanchao to set up a carriage, and the uncle and nephew went to the silver camel village again.

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