(Happy New Year)

Ruan Zun's heart trembled, and he walked cautiously on the path in the forest. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info used to walk this path with the grass on either side almost completely above his head, but now, it was only up to his waist.

Perhaps it is because of the frequent delivery of catches, but in many places on this road, there are fish scales, or broken dried fish, and there is a burst of fishy smell in many places. I haven't seen the entrance of the village yet, but I can already feel the wind from Liangshanbo, and the wind is also a little fishy.

On the side of the road ahead, there is a large locust tree with a crooked neck. It was Ruan Zun's favorite place when he was a child. He often climbed up the tree, rode on the crooked neck of the tree, and vividly commanded the friends under the tree to play the game of war between officers and soldiers. And the birds' nests, beehives, and cicadas in the trees, not to mention, have repeatedly suffered in his hands......

"Little Wu, you idiot, the big head they fled to the east, and you are still looking in the grass!"

"Xiao Qi, cowards! Aren't they three more than us! You are so scared that you can't get up for a long time!"

"Tingting! Don't laugh! Seven years old, you don't even dare to climb a tree! Count on others to dig out bird eggs for you every day! Catch it! We don't need parasites in our team!"

"Fatty, get up, lean to the left, the fish is there!"

......

Looking at the tree, Ruan Zun smiled slightly, the time when he was a child was always so beautiful.

Walking through the big crooked neck tree, there were four spirits in the costumes of the Demon Suppression Temple in front of them, holding spears, guarding the intersection, checking the passing spirits. Their checks were so strict that many people were already kept out and not allowed to enter.

When it was Ruan Zun's turn, two guards crossed their spears and stopped him, and one of them said in a vicious voice: "Where is the spirit priest? Why do you go to Shijie Village?"

Silent, Ruan Zun took out a token of the Demon Suppression Palace. A spiritual priest checked it, his face softened greatly, and he just doubted: "You are a spiritual priest from the Demon Branch Hall of Xinzhou Prefecture, why are you going to our Shijie Village in Jeju Prefecture?"

"Visiting relatives. Ruan Zun slowly said two words.

"Are there any relatives here?" the spiritual priest continued.

"Hmm. Ruan Zun said.

Several of the spiritual priests glanced at each other, and the suspicion in their eyes intensified. One of them said: "Most of the villagers in Shiqian Village have dispersed, only a few are reluctant to give up their family business, and there are still those who have nowhere to go in the village. Inside, most of the people who live there now are spiritual priests. Among them, the majority are from the main hall. When you enter into it, do not be rash, lest you cause more trouble. ”

Return the token to him and signal for release.

This is actually the entrance of the village. Here, although there was still a long distance from the edge of Liangshanbo, Ruan Zun could still feel a pain in his spiritual consciousness, and this pain continued, slowly intensifying as he moved forward. That feeling was exactly the same as when I first went to Shinshu Tianyuan Valley.

I randomly found a few calming pills from the acceptance ring and ate them, but they had no effect, so I simply ignored them and endured the pain and went straight forward.

Turning a road col in front, rows of houses appeared, including wooden houses, brick houses, and simple straw huts. There are fields nearby, most of which have been abandoned except for a few vegetable fields. There are some fishing ponds, and most of them look like they haven't been repaired for a long time. From time to time, some fierce birds flew off and fell, pecking at the carrion on the nearby road stalks.

There were many spirits in the vicinity, armed and active, watching him from time to time with wary eyes.

Further on, Ruan Zun almost didn't have to think about it, and Shinju walked into the village road he was most familiar with, walking forward from the winding fishing village paths. On both sides of the road, there are familiar houses, but most of them have been abandoned, many are only half left, the walls are broken, and there are all kinds of blood stains left in many places, and it looks like a terrible battle.

At last he came to a higher place, a hill, with a row of dilapidated wooden houses beside it. Under the hill, is the fishing port of Shijie Village, looking up, the turquoise waters of Liangshanbo, shrouded in patches of lush reeds, under the sunlight, sparkling, beautiful.

When I was a child, I and those friends often slipped down from this hill to the edge of the fishing port, and jumped directly into the water, swimming, and playing.

Today, the fishing port is almost gone, and the remnants of the vast number of fishing boats have fallen to the edge of the lake, a miserable scene. On the shore of the lake, a large tent has now been built, and from time to time there are shapes and forms, and the spirits in different costumes are moving in and out, as if here, a new village has been formed.

Turning his gaze back to the row of dilapidated wooden houses, Ruan Zun stretched out his hand and gently stroked the half-broken door, for a long time, for a long time.

I don't remember it very well, but I just know that this is my home when I was a child. Since he was sensible, he had no mother at home, and it is said that he died of illness shortly after giving birth. My father was a fisherman, an alcoholic, and during a fishing trip, because he drank too much wine, he fell headlong and never caught it again. After that, he became an orphan, and he relied on the help of his uncle in the same village to make a difficult living.

"Whew!" a gasping voice came from behind. Turning his head, a sturdy and swarthy young man, pushing a wooden cart full of wine jars, panting and sweating, walked from the nearby path, ready to follow the path at the other end to the tent area below.

Ruan Zun felt that this young man was somewhat familiar, but it was not easy to rush forward to recognize it, so he had to go to help push the cart while asking, "This brother, are you going to the place below?"

The young man glanced at Ruan Zun, hesitated a little, glanced again, nodded and said, "That's right." There are also other places in the Demon Suppression Hall where the spiritual priests want to drink, and they don't bother to move it themselves, so they have to ask us, the mortals in the village, to do it, and the price is so low!"

Ruan Zun asked, "Are you from this Shijie Village?" or from outside?"

The young man said, "How can mortals outside have the courage to come in? I was born and raised in this village, and those spiritual men and gentlemen need us to work for them, so they left us behind! Otherwise, they don't want us mortals to stay here and get in the way!"

Ruan Zun helped him push the car down the hill, and after hearing this, the more he looked at the young man, the more familiar he became, and finally, he asked: "You, since you grew up in this village, do you know a person named Ruan Xiaowu?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, looked at Ruan Zun a few more times, suddenly changed his expression, was excited, hugged him tightly in his arms, and shouted: "Second brother! It's really you! I suspected it was you just now! However, you are a spiritual priest, I really dare not admit it!"

Ruan Zun punched the young man Ruan Xiaowu in the chest, and the two of them had not seen each other for many years, and they were extremely excited. Ruan Xiaowu is the child of his third uncle, and the two of them are called brothers when they are young, and their relationship is very good.

"Xiao Wu, what about the rest of the village?Uncle and Auntie, are they still here?Xiao Qi, what about Xiao Ting?," Ruan Zun asked a lot of questions in one breath.

"I can't tell you for a while, come with me. Ruan Xiaowu took his hand and was about to go somewhere, but suddenly came to his senses and said embarrassedly: "Second brother, I'll go and give them the wine first, and then I'll take you to them." This wine can't be delivered too late, those spiritual masters are angry, and they will really beat people. ”

Ruan Zun became angry and said, "Beat someone?"

Ruan Xiaowu lifted the clothes on his back, only to see that there were many bruises on his back, and said helplessly: "They have a big temper, either they think that the wine is delivered late, or they think that the wine tastes impure, I am just a wine deliverer, when to take the wine, what is the taste of the wine, I have to go to the owner of the hotel to say! But they are just unreasonable!"

"I'll go with you!" Ruan Zun pulled his car, "I want to see what kind of person dares to bully people like this in our hometown!"

(To be continued.) )