At sunset, a man is carrying a little boy on his back.

"Father, where are we going?" Xu Mu asked Xu San with some puzzlement, since he woke up this morning, he found that he was being carried on his father's back, and he had already walked out of that familiar small village.

Xu San sighed a little helplessly when he heard this, and said in his heart How do I know where this is going, anyway, Raoshan Village can't stay, as for the future, let's see!

"Haven't you always wanted to come out and travel? This time, my father will take you around, and he won't necessarily go anywhere, in short, just to let you see the style of Nantianjie. By the way, in the future, you will be called Xu Mu, not Xu Mu, you know?"

"Aren't these two names the same?" Xu Mu laughed sneering when he heard this, and said, "Father is so stupid, obviously his name is Xu Mu!"

"It's not the same. Xu San looked at his son, who had finally recovered his former appearance, and smiled helplessly, and said, "In the past, your Mu was a bathing Mu, and in the future, your wood will be a wood of wood." ”

"Father, you are the wood, I remember my mother often said this about you. Xu Mu sneered and said.

"Okay, you, stinky boy, dare to make fun of your father, come down and go by yourself, I won't carry you!" After speaking, Xu San threw Xu Mu on the ground. If it had been in the past, Xu San would have said that he would have thrown it away.

Although Xu Mu hadn't started cultivating yet, his body had actually been nourished by a lot of spiritual things, and he couldn't look at it from the perspective of an ordinary five-year-old child.

But this time, Xu San had a feeling of being lightly moved, and when Xu Mu landed, he also used Xiuwei to gently support him.

"Father, what are you doing here?" Xu Mu fell to the ground, but he glanced at his father with some confusion, and said, "Are you hungry? I feel that you have no strength to throw me." ”

After speaking, Xu Mu ran forward. Xu San, who was in the rear, was stunned for a moment, but then he reacted, this kid was teasing him again, and he immediately pretended to be angry, and rushed towards Xu Mu.

Running here, Xu San's eyes also flashed with a hint of relief, Xu Mu's body seems to have recovered well after a few days of rest, and the earth dragon is not killed in vain.

The sky soon darkened, there may be only one person who lives forever in this Nantian realm, and the mountains and seas can all be flat, but only the alternating rotation of the sun and the moon is irreplaceable.

"Father, you told me before that there are fairies on the moon, is it true?" Xu Mu looked at the moon in the sky, his eyes were full of curiosity, and he seemed to really want to go up and take a look.

"Yes, there is a fairy, what, Mu'er wants to go up and have a look?" Xu San looked at Xu Mu with a little smile in his eyes, wanting to see what she was doing when she asked this fairy at a young age.

"No, my father just wants to go up and see it, I just want the fairy to help me deliver the letter!" Xu Mu pouted and said.

"Send a letter?" Xu San was a little puzzled.

"Yes, I'm going to send letters to my mother, Grandpa Qin, and Uncle Fang, they all go over, they must miss me from such a distance!" Of course Xu Mu didn't know, most of them couldn't receive his letters.

When Xu San heard Xu Mu's words, his expression was also gloomy, and after a pause, he said, "Yes, if you can, my father also wants to write a letter!"

"You must have written it for that fairy!" Xu Mu said firmly.

"Fuck you, stinky boy, are you undersmoked!"

Soon, the father and son were fighting together.

At this time, on a black and barren mountain, a girl in plain clothes was holding a gentle-looking woman and standing on the top of the mountain peak. Looking at the patches of black ash, Liu Qian's eyes became a little confused.

After a while, Liu Qian's body came to the halfway point of the mountainside, and he vaguely remembered that this place used to be a tea pavilion, and it is said that the flames began to spread from here. A charred corpse collapsed on the edge of the teahouse, and not far away, an unrecognizable human head lay quietly on the ground.

Qin Yan was a monk in the late stage of foundation building, even if he was burned to death by the Dan fire of the monk in the Dan period, at least he still kept the whole body.

But what about their husbands and children? One of them didn't even have the strength to practice qi at the beginning of the foundation building, so if they were the ones who were directly facing the Danhuo at that time, I'm afraid they would only turn into ashes, right?

Zhi'er looked at Liu Qian a little distracted, and stood behind without saying a word.

After a while, she followed Liu Qian to a ruins full of charred charcoal, and after careful inspection, it was not difficult to find that this place should have been a private house.

Looking at the two corpses on the ground, one large and one small, Liu Qian's tears flowed out uncontrollably. Zhi'er watched from the sidelines, and she also felt a burst of curiosity.

She had the impression that the monk would not cry.

However, Liu Qian's tears soon dried up, and her eyes became a little confused, as if she didn't know what she was crying for. To be honest, she hasn't seen her son a few times since he was born. Although Xu Mu was taken to Xiuyunfeng once halfway, she was also at the juncture of a breakthrough at that time, and she didn't get together with her son much.

Xiuyunfeng's summoning seemed to be a benefit, but those who went in knew that it was actually a responsibility.

As for Xu San, although they have lived together for decades, Liu Qian has not had many impressions, because this man is always so immutable, always smiling gently and looking at himself.

And at this time, all that was left for her was nostalgia.

Looking at the scene at home, Liu Qian glanced at the two corpses, she was actually a little instinctively scared at this time, and went to look at them directly.

With a slight movement of lotus steps, Liu Qian quickly turned around the house, and five years was actually just a flick of a finger for the monk.

The dress at home seems to have changed because the time is too short, the only thing that has changed is the jade bowls that are obviously one size smaller, which seem to be a few points bigger than when they left, and they are also burned a little black at this time.

Sighing, Liu Qian turned around and was about to walk outside the house, but she seemed to remember something for a while, there seemed to be something missing in this home?

After going outside and searching carefully, his puzzled eyes gradually became determined.

"Zhi'er, I want to cremate the bodies of my husband and Mu'er, if you can't bear to look at it, turn your head!" Coming back to the two bodies, Liu Qian looked at the body that should be familiar, but there was a sense of strangeness.

Zhi'er was also startled when she heard this, and hurriedly closed her eyes and said, "Senior sister, hurry up, no, I'd better go out, I'll have nightmares when I smell the smell!"

With that, Zhi'er flew out towards the "outside of the house".