Da Tianzun left slowly, without saying anything else, but his back was a little lonely, lonely and a little indescribably desolate.

Shen Chaoge and Baili Qingzhao watched the white-clothed man leave together.

Baili Qingzhao covered his abdomen and muttered: "It's really worthy of the Great Heavenly Venerable Shen Shen, just these words can't help but make people fascinated, let alone the only prosperous face in the country." ”

"It seems that every time I see it, I can't help but want to get closer, but I'm afraid that my ordinariness will be polluted with beauty, which is really an indescribable charm."

Shen Chaoge glanced at a woman, a woman with long breasts and no brains. Squatted down and whispered, "Why don't I send you back to the Hanging Lantern Sect first?" ”

Baili Qingzhao was surprised: "You want to chase that Great Heavenly Venerable?" ”

"I'm chasing him very much, Dunhuang City is not far from Yinlong Town, a day's journey."

Baili Qingzhao was puzzled: "What are you doing back to Yinlong Town?" ”

Baili Qingzhao suddenly remembered Mr. Shen's explanation back then, and reacted: "Black Dragon? ”

But when I think about it, it's not right, isn't there still all the necessary materials that have been confiscated?

Shen Chaoge stood up, full of thoughts.

"The day after tomorrow is the tenth day of October, and it is my mother's death day."

Baili Qingzhao endured the pain, got up slowly, took Shen Chaoge's hand, and comforted softly: "I'll go with you." ”

Shen Chaoge didn't refuse, but just gently held the hand of the woman in white.

Baili Qingzhao suddenly felt that the young man in front of him was the same as the Great Tianzun, his appearance was five points similar, his figure was seven points equivalent, and even the lonely figure was nine points similar.

A bold idea arose from Baili Qingzhao's heart.

Since they could not recuperate from their injuries while riding a white crane, the three of them hired a carriage in the town and also bought some yellow paper and other memorial supplies.

Baili Qing paid the money.

On the carriage, Shen Chaoge took out a silver needle and treated Baili Qingzhao's injuries.

During the period, there was naturally a bit of charm, and Li Suqing clasped Shen Chaoge's eyes with his little hands.

Xiaozui muttered: "Don't look, don't look." ”

Shen Chaoge was helpless: "Am I that kind of person?" ”

One big and one small sneered at the same time.

At that moment, Shen Chaoge was naturally not in the mood to play with them, so he turned the half-tilted life lamp, took out a few herbs from the eight-foot mirror, and smashed them with true qi.

Li Suqing used a white cloth to help Baili Qingzhao bandage the wound.

After that, Shen Chaoge was speechless, sat cross-legged, and quietly recovered his true qi.

The journey was not far, and the next day, Shen Chaoge and the three of them came to Yinlong Town.

Without the intention of revisiting the old place, Shen Chaoge went straight to the back mountain.

Li Suqing asked innocently: "Why don't you take off and go, isn't that faster?" ”

Baili Qingzhao hurriedly grabbed the little girl and carefully explained: "To pay tribute to relatives, it is necessary to walk from the foot of the mountain to the tomb, no matter how high the mountain is, this represents sincerity." ”

Baili Qingzhao recalled the memories and said softly: "On this part of the mountaineering journey, I will recall many, many pictures in my mind, all of which are bits and pieces of the past. ”

On the mountainside, five pines and cypresses stand around, leaving a hole to the south.

There's only a lonely little grave bag inside.

There are only four words written on the memorial tablet: Tomb to the South.

Shen Chaoge asked the two women to wait under the tomb, and walked forward alone.

Carefully stepping on the soil around the tomb, patiently pulling out the weeds, and then gently straightening a few stone bricks on the south side of the tomb.

As if he was still not satisfied, Shen Chaoge picked up the shovel and put the old soil of the grave in place, revealing a slightly pointed end.

Continue to take out the yellow paper, and there is a wooden flute.

A circle was drawn around the grave with a stick, still leaving a southern gap.

Shen Chaoge lit the yellow paper with his true qi and scattered a few to dispel the imps who blocked the way.

Get down on your knees and kowtow heavily.

He muttered: "Mother, my son is here." ”

After these simple five words, the young man in cloth was already teary-eyed.

"I haven't seen you since I was a child, and I heard my second uncle say that you don't like to be noisy, but you love to be alone and live by the water. I don't like music, I only love the sound of the flute, and I fall asleep listening to music. ”

Shen Chaoge cried and laughed: "Look, I will blow the wooden flute I brought again today." ”

A song of liver and intestines is broken, and a teenager is not a teenager.

After playing the flute, Shen Chaoge threw the wooden flute into the fire and let it accompany you.

Shen Chaoge stood up and squatted on the ground again, as if he wanted to say something.

"Mother, although my son has never seen you, you must be very beautiful, the kind that all the green mountains in the world are not as good as the sum of the world, otherwise why would your son be so handsome."

"Mother, if you are still alive, I should take you to fly to the sky, see the magnificent sea of clouds on the first line of the sky and water, and see the splendid style of the mountains, rivers and lakes."

"Mother, don't worry, my sons are very good, I have met many people these days, and they are all very good to me."

"Mother, you must hope that your son will be happy every day, I am doing really well, and Yangyang can testify."

"Mother, every time I come here, I always feel very angry, of course not angry with you, in fact, I don't know who to be angry with, is it the thief? Or is it the ungrateful father? It's still some secrets that I don't know, but my son is just very angry, angry that you and I can't see each other. ”

"Mother......"

The more Shen Chaoge spoke, the quieter his voice became, this woman he had never met gave him life, but he was in too much of a hurry to leave and didn't give his son a chance to look at her.

The young man in cloth covered his face and wept, fragile like a piece of rice paper.

Baili Qingzhao and Li Suqing watched from a distance, and the sad emotions were also transmitted invisibly, and the corners of their eyes were moist.

Baili Qing has seen the sunny immature smiling face, seen the indomitable move forward with the sword drawn, and stroked the tip of the knife with clear grievances, but he has never seen such a fragile cloth-clothed young man in front of him.

After hesitating for a moment, he sat down on the ground from a distance, and his heart was sour:

It was a feeling that came again, sad, hard to say, and unforgettable.

It's a pity to give up, and there are some things that some people insist on don't seem to make any sense.

In the future, separated by 3,000 pear trees and 600 Hunan waters, even if they can't hug each other, I always remember the first time I saw you.

Even if the acquaintance is not satisfactory, the encounter is already signed.

Baili Qingzhao could no longer control his emotions, and his sad family affection was mixed with his fruitless wishful thinking, and he couldn't stop sobbing.

Like an adult, Li Suqing took out a handkerchief to wipe the crystal from the corners of her eyes for her senior sister.

Together with Baili Qingzhao, he squatted on the ground, his hands around his knees.

"I miss my mom too."

At the foot of the mountain, a man wearing a sheng flute mask and nine feet long was dressed in white.

Slowly walking towards the top of the mountain, his steps were very slow, as if every step was a picture of the past.

In each frame there is a vague woman, flickering, smiling, and waving in the depths of that memory.

Seeing the magnificent mountains and rivers, and the fireworks in the world, none of them are you, and it seems that all of them are you.

Thinking like a horse, parting from itself, not stopping.

When he reached the mountainside, Da Tianzun took out the magic flute that was pinned to his waist, slowly took off his mask, and blew it gently.