Fuchen walked out of the yard and walked in the direction of home step by step.

Not to mention, although this woman is very fierce and violent, her vision is still good.

Inside the floating dust was a white underwear, showing a small section at the neckline, and on the outside was a light blue power suit, with a few flowing clouds tattooed on the cuffs, and two leather bracers, tied with a quick cloth around the waist, and a small bag on top.

Although the style of clothes is simple, it is not common, and neither rich businessmen nor scholars will wear this kind of clothes.

Looking at this neat and neat clothes, there is a chivalrous style.

Fuchen removed his bracers and rolled up his sleeves to make himself look as ordinary as possible.

Just walked like this, and always walked away from the avenue, for fear of meeting soldiers.

On the way, sometimes you have to pass through the mountains and forests, but fortunately you still have some money left.

At the beginning, I remembered the life-saving grace of the old monk and the young monk, and wanted to give them this money.

But then the little monk took out a backpack of gold, Fuchen was embarrassed to give it again, but the little monk gave him a gold ingot.

Therefore, Fuchen can be regarded as a living miracle, not only eating the monk's food, but also taking the monk's money.

In this way, Fuchen passed by a place where there were people, bought some dry food, and walked for three days until he arrived at a high place in the afternoon and saw his home.

At this time, Fuchen stood on the boulder on the top of the top, looking at his home in the distance.

I saw that between the mountains in front of me, a village was built here, and in the middle of the village, the straight cooking smoke floated into the sky, and the floating dust looked at the place where he was born and grew up, and his eyes slowly moistened.

Just when Fuchen looked at his hometown and felt extremely complicated, a shocking sound erupted in the distance on the left.

I saw a golden dot and a black animal like a cow colliding together from time to time in the air, and golden sword arcs flew out of the surroundings, cutting off trees everywhere.

In an instant, the golden dot flew towards the woods below, and the giant beast was ready to slam down like a meteorite, but in a moment, a huge explosion appeared in front of it, and the originally dense trees flew over, and countless sand and dust burst out.

Then the mountain shook, and the floating dust stood on the top of the mountain, and when his feet shook, he didn't stand firmly, and he slid down the boulder.

Frightened, Fuchen didn't have time to think about it, so he stretched out his right hand to grab something.

It's just that there is nothing on the bare boulder, only the uneven small concave and convex surfaces, which scrape the flesh and blood on the floating dust's hands, and also leave a blood line on the sliding stone.

Just as he was about to slide to the edge of the boulder and fall, Fuchen's hand finally caught a small tree growing horizontally on the edge of the cliff.

As the small tree shook and dropped countless leaves, the floating dust finally grabbed the life-saving tree.

Fuchen watched the rushing river slap on the stones, and cold sweat flowed out of his face unconsciously.

I exhaled, looked at the small tree I was holding, and only felt the pain in my heart coming from my right hand holding the small tree.

He reached up with his left hand, grasped the little tree with both hands, and climbed up, but he was afraid that he would pull it out.

After many unsuccessful attempts, the sweat on Fuchen's body became more and more, and he looked at the small tree in a daze.

After paying attention, he frowned, and with both hands up, he successfully put his right foot up.

He exhaled, gave himself a breath, shook his left foot hard, and put his left foot on the right foot and fell firmly on the small tree.

Then he used the strength of his body and limbs to go up, because of his right hand, so Fuchen endured unbearable pain, but he couldn't give up, and there was an abyss below.

After a while, Fuchen felt that he didn't have much strength in his body, and he was mentally tired.

"Ah......h

Thinking of the possible consequences, Fuchen shouted, and then used all his strength to finally let his body completely stick to the trunk of the tree.

Then Fuchen hugged the trunk of the tree with his big arms, flipped over, and finally lay on the tree.

Floating Dust maintained this position, gulping down the air around him.

After resting enough, Fuchen slowly climbed down the trunk to the edge of the cliff, and then climbed on all fours along the steep slope to the top boulder step by step.

As soon as I lay down, I looked around, and there was no movement around me as before.

But thinking that it was not safe to do so, I climbed into a stone ditch next to it.

When I lay down, my whole body relaxed, and I didn't feel the pain in my hands, so I fell asleep unconsciously.

When I woke up, the moonlight shone on my body, all kinds of birds chirped endlessly, and the sky was full of stars, which seemed so beautiful.

So, Fuchen was going to spend the night here before leaving, and now he really can't go down the mountain.

Fuchen looked at his fleshy and bloody right hand, which still had some pain on it.

The dust had to be washed with the little water left, and some of the grit and small dry bark jumped out of his hands by the moonlight.

After gritting his teeth and doing this step, he washed it with water again, and prepared to tear off a piece of the car's lower clothes and bandage the wound.

When I was about to tear it hard, the figure of the woman sitting in the corridor came to mind, which was so beautiful.

Thinking of this, Fuchen put down his clothes, smoothed them out, and carefully looked at other places on his body for damage, and cleaned up some weeds stuck to his body.

I looked at some of the dirty places on my body again, and there was some heartache, more painful than the pain coming from my hands.

In this way, Fuchen made a pillow with his left hand, looked at the moon in the sky, and thought about everything that happened after he entered the courtyard, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

In such a beautiful environment, although it was a little cold, I still slept happily.

The next day, the cries of a flock of birds circling overhead woke the dust.

After packing up, I went down the hill and walked in the direction of home.

After walking for two hours, Fuchen came to the front of the village.

However, the cheerful mood did not suppress his reason, knowing that he was already a dead man on the roster.

Fuchen, who was walking at the entrance of the village, did not enter the village directly, but went around to the side and turned around the mountain and walked towards the back door of his house.

Standing on the mountainside next to it, I saw that the village was already in ruins at this time, and the child couldn't stop crying.

Many houses have been destroyed, as have the village roads and several large trees.

A neat row of white cloths covered with something in the middle square, and a group of people were busy around.

Fuchen hurriedly looked at his house, but only saw a pile of wood and straw.

Seeing this, as soon as Fuchen's pupils contracted, he rushed down, and his tears drifted backwards unconsciously.

Fuchen came to the square in the middle, and only the people around him saw him, but no one made a sound.

"Old village chief, where are my parents?" Fuchen asked as he came to an old man and cried.

"They...... They ......," the old village chief said intermittently, looking at the floating dust.

The old village chief hesitated for a long time, and did not answer the question of floating dust, looked at the eager floating dust, pointed to the two white cloths next to him and lowered his head.

Fuchen looked at the direction pointed by the old village chief, knelt in front of one of the white cloths and gently lifted it with his hand.

As soon as a woman's head was exposed, Fuchen's hand holding the white cloth involuntarily let go.

Fuchen looked at the familiar person in front of him, thinking of his childhood to be a soldier, and tears flowed down his eyes.

Finally, Fuchen hugged the man who was lying down and wept bitterly.

After a while, the village chief and some villagers came over.

"Xiaochen, the festival mourns and changes. The village chief whispered with tears in his eyes, lying on his shoulder.

Fuchen glanced back at the village chief, and his eyes were already red.

"Where's my father?" Fuchen asked, looking weakly at the village chief.

The village chief didn't speak, choked up, and pointed to the white cloth next to him.

Fuchen looked at Baidu in front of him and was stunned for a while, then fainted.

At night, Fuchen woke up in a makeshift shed. Looking at the dense torches around us, everyone was still busy in the square.

Fuchen shook his body, lifted the white cloth from his parents, and sat between the two.

The next day, the village chief put a bowl of porridge in front of Fuchen and persuaded Fuchen to eat some.

Fuchen turned his head, his chapped lips, red bean's blood-like eyes, and pale skin startled the old village chief.

"What the hell is going on?" said a hoarse voice from the dust.

I heard the old village chief say that yesterday afternoon, an immortal dressed in a golden costume flew to their village.

Then a huge monster also came here, and as soon as they met, they fought.

The people and houses around them were destroyed by them.

Fortunately, they fought and left, otherwise everyone might have died.

Floating dust heard this, how did he not know what was going on.

It was the golden dot and the cow-like monster that I saw from a distance yesterday passing by their village.

But unexpectedly, he passed by and killed his parents and villagers.

Thinking of this, Fuchen clenched his hands, his eyes full of hatred.

"That immortal, bah, is there any characteristic of that bastard in golden clothes?" Fuchen asked with hatred like the old village chief.

Knowing that his parents had been killed and he was still an immortal, he remembered that the woman who claimed to be a master had already made a decision.

"There are no features, except that the whole body is golden, and the sword is also golden. Hearing Fuchen ask, although he didn't know what the reason was, he still said it.

"By the way, the face is still very long. The old village chief added.

When Fuchen heard this, he thought that such a person should not be difficult to find, but only his own ability could not keep up.

Although I told the old monk that I was too far away from me at that time, there were also some negative reasons.

But now it's different, you have to learn, and you know a master.

Thinking of this, Fuchen's face showed a rare smile that was more ugly than death.

In the following days, Fuchen took care of his parents' funeral in the village.

He also helped the village to build a new house and build a new road.

On the third day, Fuchen left the ingot of gold and a few pieces of broken silver to the village chief.

Saying goodbye to everyone, I set off with simple luggage.