At the gate of Guangping City, the young men of Beishan Village passed with bated breath and trembling, and the guards on both sides did not look at it, and directly waved their hands to let them go.

The crowd walked to the wilderness outside the city, met with the villagers who had come to meet them, and after confirming that they were safe, they cheered excitedly.

"This time the luck is too good!"

"Luck?" Xiaofei's father shook his head mysteriously, "Go back and ask your parents, after so many years, it is inevitable that you will encounter some accidents when you enter the city, but which time is it not dangerous?" ”

"This can no longer be explained by luck......"

"Of course we know that it is the blessing of Lord Shenzhu." A few people next to him glared at him angrily, "You can pretend, since Lord Shenzhu saved Xiaofei's naughty baby, you will pretend!" ”

"This is called God's favor, do you understand?" Xiaofei's father showed off the new words he heard from the village teacher, and he was so unhappy.

Some people laughed and scolded, some sighed, and some people bowed their heads in the direction of Beishan.

Dozens of miles away, there was a young man wearing a hat, dressed in a kudzu robe, walking alone among the mountains and flowers.

He suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction he had come, as if he had heard these words, so he swept away the petals that had fallen from his shoulders and smiled softly......

The human race in this heaven and earth is like a colorful garden for Zhu'an.

Beishan Village, a small corner that he personally takes care of, is inconspicuous, but the carefully cultivated flowers are about to bloom, which is enough to make people feel relieved.

Beyond the North Mountain, in the big garden, thousands of wildflowers are growing one after another, and they are also worth admiring.

Occasionally, when he came across a nice little wildflower, Zhu An watered it and fertilized it, hoping that it would grow better.

These flowers grow up, and they may be able to help him in the future to dispel the gloom between heaven and earth.

All beings in the world only said that this garden was bright and beautiful, but no one saw that there was a bamboo hidden inside, playing the role of a gardener.

When the garden is big, it is inevitable that there will be dead branches and leaves, and Zhu An, a gardener, is very lazy and doesn't want to be a nanny, so he rarely takes the initiative to prune.

But today, he found a failed flower, which he had been optimistic about many years ago, and had personally watered a scoop of water.

"The causes of the past can't bear good results, so let's take them back."

Zhu An helped the hat and walked through the wild flowers in the mountains.

Having penetrated into the sphere of influence of the Terrans, he kept a low profile, did not walk too fast, and walked slowly and leisurely.

One step, two steps.

The next moment, the mountains were already behind them......

At the head of Guangping City, a white cloud quietly rose into the sky and fluttered away.

There were a few figures on the clouds.

The King of Qingyang, who was dressed in a black robe, stood upright in the wind, the sleeves of his robe were bulging, the hunting sound, and his eyes were deep under a pair of long eyebrows, as if he was thinking about something.

Ren Changfeng stood next to him, because he was young, he was poisoned and unconscious for many days, and when he was blown by the strong wind, he couldn't help but shiver and hid behind his grandfather.

King Qingyang came back to his senses and gently slapped his palm on his grandson's shoulder, and the formless and colorless pure spiritual qi swirled out, instantly resisting all the cold.

"Thank you, Grandpa." Ren Changfeng laughed and clenched the rough big hand of King Qingyang.

King Qingyang snorted and looked down at his grandson.

This young genius, known as "Ren Jia Zhilan", still has a calm and calm gaze, but compared with the previous carefree, he is already three points more tired and vigilant.

Seeing this scene, King Qingyang couldn't help but feel a little distressed, and said angrily:

"Good grandson, don't worry, you are safe, those bad people who make trouble, grandpa will take off all their heads."

After saying that, he turned around and glanced indifferently at the few Terran spies kneeling behind him.

There is a high probability that these spies are dead soldiers, and now they are sealed by him with aura, and they have no chance of self-judgment, so they can only be brought back for trial.

But this kind of dead man is tight-lipped, or doesn't care about anything, and only performs his own little task, and it is difficult to judge much useful information.

Unless...... A master who can ask for the way of refining the gods can forcibly read the memory and carefully search for valuable clues.

There are very few god refiners who are proficient in this way, and the risk of peeping into other people's memories is also very high.

Ren Changfeng thought for a moment, shook his grandfather's hand, and said with a smile:

"Grandpa don't worry, grandpa is very good, those bad guys have failed anyway, just check slowly, it doesn't matter."

King Qingyang sighed secretly, this grandson is indeed extremely smart, and he actually saw a trace of concern in his heart.

Is the real culprit behind the planning of this operation a general?

These people have been laid out for at least two years, buried dozens of shadows, mobilized two grandmasters, and almost kidnapped a human genius to the demon clan under the tracking and searching of various forces.

There are not many people in the entire human race who have this kind of energy, and eighty percent of the names have to be hung with a "king".

King Qingyang had a few suspicious objects in his heart, but no matter which one he had, it was extremely difficult to deal with, which gave him a headache.

This famous king of the human race is decisive in killing and revenge, but when the butcher knife is turned inward, he feels like he is stuck in the mud and cannot move an inch.

He can kill happily, but if he is not careful, he will eat his own body and affect the entire family.

His precious grandson hasn't grown up yet.

King Qingyang touched Ren Changfeng's head and sighed lightly: "You're right, this matter can't be done quickly, but sooner or later, it will be done." ”

Immediately, his eyes were leisurely, and he remembered the figure of Xiao Ran who was wearing a hat and a garment.

"If it's Jiang Haike, maybe he will kill him directly...... This king is still not free enough. ”

"That guy is mysterious enough, I don't know what he's been doing all these years, and where is he now?"

……

Zhu An crossed the mountains, walked through the wilderness, and finally walked on the long official road.

He didn't deliberately avoid people, so he hurried along with the pedestrians on the road.

I don't know how long I walked, but I saw a small inn in front of me, and the old cloth banner hung on a pole, inserted in the doorway, and gently blown by the wind.

Zhu An walked into the inn, "Shopkeeper, come to a bowl of beef noodles." ”

At the kitchen door, a white-haired old man stood up and smiled embarrassedly:

"It's really unfortunate, the beef is sold out, but the chicken noodle soup is still there, do you want a bowl of guest officer?"

"Okay."

The old man looked old, but his steps were very steady, and he walked into the kitchen and came out with a bowl of noodles directly.

Zhu An took a look, this was actually a bowl of pure water somen noodles, without even a green onion.

A woman immediately chased out of the kitchen, complaining about the old man, and at the same time brought the somen back.

"I'm old, and I always forget things." The old man said apologetically.

"It doesn't matter."

Soon, the woman came out with fragrant chicken soup noodles, apologized to Zhu An, and then sat in the corner, wiping the table while chattering, complaining about the old man's memory.

"You can forget everything, just remember your hometown where you don't know where you are......"

When the old man heard this, he immediately began to ponder, "Where is my home?" ”

He asked Zhu An, "Guest officer, do you know where there is a mountain, a very high mountain, there is a bamboo in the mountain, a very high bamboo......

Zhu An shook his head calmly, "There are too many places like this. ”

"yes." The old man's face was full of regret, "I can't find it." ”

The woman saw that Zhu An was very kind, so she also chatted a few words, saying that this old man was a mountain man who didn't know where, and he was trapped here, and was favored by his own mother and became a son-in-law.

The old man was shrewd and capable when he was young, and he ran a prosperous business in his small life, and he also saved money to build such an inn.

It's a pity that when I get older, I start to get confused, and I always say that I can't remember where my home is.

Zhu An shook his head and smiled, "It's confused, your family is here, your home, isn't it here?" ”

The old man shook his head stubbornly, "No, there is still an old home. Back then, I was young and vigorous, and I had to go out to break through, but now that I'm old, I can't remember where my hometown is. ”

He sat on the threshold, looking at the pedestrians coming and going outside, his face full of melancholy, "Where the hell is it?" ”

Zhu An drank a large mouthful of noodle soup, put down the bowl, and suddenly sighed:

"Like you, I can't find my hometown."

"In this hometown, some people can go back, and some people may never go back for the rest of their lives."

"But no matter what, it's only right to run your current home well."

"Your current home, very good, isn't that enough?"

These words, which sounded plain to the woman's ears, suddenly turned into morning bells and evening drums in the ears of the old man, beating the spirit and awakening the soul in an instant.

He sat for a long time, his eyes gradually regained his clarity, he exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity, and said with relief:

"What the guest officer said is reasonable, wait for tomorrow, I will make some rockeries behind the inn and plant some bamboo."

"Since you can't go back, just treat this place as your hometown, there are mountains and bamboos, it must be a good place."

Zhu An smiled with satisfaction when he heard this.

"Then when the bamboo grows into a forest, I'll eat noodles again."