When Li Ruoyu returned to the small courtyard of Hengjiuzong again, the courtyard was already overgrown with weeds, and compared with the beginning, it was more or less dilapidated, which made Li Ruoyu feel a little embarrassed. Pushing open the door of the hut, a cloud of dust came in. Looking at the dusty room, Li Ruoyu waved his hand as if he was in a different world, clearing the dust in front of him. Walking towards the house, Li Ruoyu looked at the place where it began, and his eyes were a little moist.

Li Ruoyu thought of her mother Shen Lan and her father Li Zhiheng. Li Ruoyu missed them, after the age of eleven, Li Ruoyu did not see his parents again, he should have been a young man who grew up happily under the wings of his parents, but he survived in the killing, experienced the deceit of this world, and tasted the ups and downs of cultivation. If a glass of wine is in general, it will burn in the throat.

Li Ruoyu took out a piece of clothing as a rag, and slowly wiped the dusty house with his hands, without using any monk's strength, as if he had helped his mother clean the house at home, slowly cleaning.

Soon, Wang Bo came to the courtyard where Li Ruoyu lived, and in ten years, not only Li Ruoyu has changed, Wang Bo has also changed, the former little fat man, now he is a fat man, his face still looks a little naïve, but the mottled wrinkles between the eyebrows for a few years have been a little rigorous.

"Then," Li Ruoyu took out a gourd and threw it at Wang Bo.

Wang Bo took the gourd, opened it and took a sip, tears sliding down his cheeks. When did you bring the wine at home?".

"When I returned to my hometown, Uncle Wang gave it away, saying that I was homesick, so I drank some. Li Ruoyu took the gourd and took a big sip.

"Ahem"

But Li Ruoyu drank too hard and was choked, and after a lesson, Li Ruoyu drank it in small sips. This is Li Ruoyu's first time drinking, but under the influence of Li Zhiheng, he tasted the taste of wine. Uncle Wang's wine naturally has a bit of a doorway, and it is a good wine. The wine is slightly sweet in the mouth, with a little rice aroma, into the throat, with alcohol, over the lungs, and begins to burn.

Li Ruoyu's alcohol consumption is good, probably inherited from Li Zhiheng's reasons, but it can't resist the first time he drank alcohol, the gourd fell at his feet, Li Ruoyu's back was against the pillar, and on the other side of the pillar was Wang Bo, and he was also on the ground below his waist. A gourd wine was drunk by Li Ruoyu for most of it, and after all, it couldn't resist this somewhat doorway home brew.

Two red clouds climbed up Li Ruoyu's cheeks, obviously drunk. "Fat Rong'er, let's go back tomorrow and have a look!" Li Ruoyu said with three points of nostalgia and seven points of expectation.

"Good"

Li Ruoyu fell asleep deeply, and the relaxation on his cheeks looked unusually comfortable. Wang Bo looked at Li Ruoyu's expression and meditated silently in the room. Sometimes, believing in a person is speechless, Li Ruoyu believes in Wang Bo, that is a kind of trust that spans life and death, I believe you, I believe you, regardless of cause and effect, just a wordless tacit understanding. How many people can there be in a lifetime who are worthy of trust? One is lucky, and two are happy. Li Ruoyu's belief in Wang Bo is not just a familiar acquaintance since childhood, but the kind of letter that can be entrusted to life and death. Just as Wang Bo did not hesitate to block the knife for Li Ruoyu, although Li Ruoyu didn't say anything, he kept it in his heart. Even if he knew that there was a danger of falling, Li Ruoyu still had to bite off a piece of meat from Killing the Firmament.

In addition to his parents, only Wang Bo can make Li Ruoyu really drunk.

"Wake up?" A day and a night passed, and Li Ruoyu woke up and heard Wang Bo's voice. Wine is not enough to make Li Ruoyu sleep for so long, but the past in the past ten years in the Demon Valley has caused Li Ruoyu to let down all his guard, causing Li Ruoyu's tense nerves to break for ten years. As a result, fatigue and sleepiness are doubled into the body and mind. This made Li Ruoyu sleep for a day and a night.

"Wake up, let's go back and have a look!" Li Ruoyu returned with a sigh in his eyes.

Since every time a person comes out of the Fallen Demon Valley, the sect will give them a month to visit their relatives, so Li Ruoyu and Wang Bo rushed in the direction of the town after the sect reported.

In seven days, Li Ruoyu and Wang Bo returned to the familiar town, at the junction between the town and the outside world, Li Ruoyu looked at the laughter in the town and himself standing outside the town, as if he was in a different world, which made Li Ruoyu's understanding of the next world boxing go further.

When I re-entered the town, I saw Grandma Sun, who had taken good care of him before and often brought him candy to eat, was hobbling towards the place where vegetables were sold in the town, and Li Ruoyu hurriedly went over to support Grandma Sun. Grandma Sun's eyebrows are wrinkled, with the characteristics of this old man, but seeing Li Ruoyu's happy smile can't be hidden by the mottling of these years. The smile from the heart, like the warm sun of spring, makes people feel a sense of intimacy.

"Xiao Yu'er is back! I have grown taller and stronger" Xiao Yu'er is the nickname given to Li Ruoyu by Grandma Sun, Grandma Sun originally had a son, but later died in an accident, with the death of his wife, the old man also lived a day in this town. He is kind and amiable, and loves the children in the town very much.

Li Ruoyu looked at Grandma Sun, touched Grandma Sun's cheeks that reflected the years, and couldn't help but think of the appearance of often taking candy everywhere for him to eat when he was a child, and now the white hair has been pure as snow from a few green silks, although the old man is still strong, and his eyes are bright, but from his staggering steps, he can still see that his body bones are not as good as day by day. Like the sunset at dusk, it is brilliant and charming, with a bit of helplessness.

"Immortals and mortals are two heavens, humanity is divided into yin and yang". This is what Li Ruoyu heard Ling Jiuyue say before testing his talents, and he was ignorant at the time and didn't understand what it meant. Now looking at the stumbling old man in front of him, Li Ruoyu felt the meaning of this sentence for the first time. If you want to enter the cultivation realm, you must first have talent, and those who do not have talent will end up being just a handful of loess.

It is hard for Li Ruoyu to imagine that after a hundred years, whether the laughter and laughter in this town will only be left with ruins and broken walls to tell the years here, and after a thousand years, whether there will be only dust here, become a desert, or be covered by trees, and no longer find the slightest familiarity, Li Ruoyu is even more unimaginable, his parents, Uncle Wang, and the old blacksmith in the town have all gone through this life one by one, leaving only their own desolation.

Helping Grandma Sun to return to her home, Li Ruoyu and Wang Bo separated and went home separately.

Li Ruoyu returned to the most familiar place, and his father Li Zhiheng was still carving the objects in his hands with a carving knife. Mother Shen Lan is still cooking delicious meals. Everything seems to be the same as it was ten years ago, with no changes in the slightest. Li Ruoyu walked in and took a look, and a choked feeling came to his heart, wanting to say something, but he didn't know where to start. Li Zhiheng's original hair full of green silk has been mixed with continuous white hair, although there are very few, but for Li Ruoyu's people in the Dao realm, it is even more eye-catching.