Sun Hao knelt down in front of her knees and said softly, "Master, as long as the disciple can be separated, he will come back every ten years. ”

Yun Ziyan's delicate body shook slightly, and a trace of mist appeared in his eyes, touching Sun Hao's head, and said leisurely: "Xiaohao, I can't understand your realm, but for the teacher to tell you, many things need to go with the flow, the monk is good at fighting the heavens and the earth, but sometimes, taking a step back can also open the sky." ”

Sun Hao said softly, "Disciple understands. ”

Sometimes, there are truths, but it is not that the higher the realm, the more the monk can think clearly.

Yun Ziyan, where the young man is, Sun Hao has gained a lot of insights, and many of the things they teach, Sun Hao is enough to use for a lifetime.

In the midst of the green smoke, the master and apprentice sat quietly cross-legged for a long time.

After a long time, Yun Ziyan let out a thin snort, but unconsciously, she fell asleep peacefully.

Sun Hao gently put her on the cloud bed to sleep, and then kowtowed three times, then quietly got up, looked at Master Ziyan lovingly, shook her body, and disappeared.

Yuan Ying's heart is on fire, and it has risen a lot.

However, there is still a lot of room to go before the first medicine is completed.

However, at this moment, Sun Hao was no longer in a hurry or obsessed with completing the refining of the first taste medicine.

On the contrary, along the way, Sun Hao found that he had neglected a lot because of his cultivation in the past.

Many people, many things, slowly, fade away in the process of cultivation.

What fades away is memory, and what fades away also has true feelings.

Now Sun Hao has deliberately pursued the first taste of human touch from the beginning. Slowly. It became a search for his own memories. Pursue the memories and regrets left behind.

Coming out of Qingyunmen, taking Xia Chuan and Zhou Hongxi, who were still resting in the inn, Sun Hao embarked on the road to the Island of Ten Thousand Souls.

It's been years since I returned to the Island of Ten Thousand Souls.

On the unknown island, there is the memory of Zhong Xiaohao who has melted into the depths of his memory, and there is a secular emotion that is completely integrated with his memory and is difficult to give up.

When he came out of the Island of Ten Thousand Souls, Sun Hao had a way to go back again.

back then. Sun Hao also sent the Xia family sisters over to cultivate, and at this time, after a lapse of several decades, Sun Hao himself stepped on the teleportation array again with a sigh of embarrassment.

This teleportation array is a secret stronghold of the Island of Ten Thousand Souls on the mainland, guarded by monks, and has a teleportation token, which is much safer.

Sun Hao came, answered the code, and showed his token. Naturally, he was sent into the teleportation array with great respect by the guardians.

With Xia Chuan and Xiao Hongxi, Sun Hao once again set foot on the island full of soul power. I felt the familiar sea breeze in the depths of my memory again.

Breaking through the air and killing some short-eyed sea soul beasts that stood in the way, Sun Hao flew quickly to Thunder Island according to his memory, and flew to the small fishing village he had returned to in his dream.

If there is no accident, Xiaohao's mother should have passed away, and his sister Wang Qiong should still be alive in the world.

When Sun Hao left, he gave her the Soul Transformation White Jade Mouse, although this soul was not strong, but it could make the Soul Transformation Monk add a lot of longevity.

In the evening, Sun Hao took Xia Chuan to see the very familiar small fishing village from a distance.

Many fishing boats have docked, but there are also a few fishing boats that have lit up the night of the sea, with faint lights like fireflies.

More than 100 years have passed, and the changes in the fishing village have not been very large, and the changes in the small fishing villages are the fishermen from generation to generation.

From afar, Sun Hao saw the courtyard where he once lived.

Then he saw an ordinary woman sitting at the front of the courtyard, and in front of her, a group of children were surrounded.

"Granny Wang, Granny Wang", a child shouted: "Tell a story, tell a story." ”

Some children also said loudly: "I won't listen to Brother Xiaohao this time, we want to listen to new stories." ”

Granny Wang smiled softly and said, "Okay, okay, this time, I'll tell you a story about the legend of the ten heroes......"

The divine sense swept through, and in the air, Sun Hao's body shook slightly.

My sister is still there, and Wang Qiong is still fine.

Below, Wang Qiong was already slowly starting to tell the story: "That year, the earth cracked, the sky shattered, the fire burned the sky, the flood flooded the city, the waves overturned the fishing boat, and the island was about to suffer a catastrophe......

Above the sky, Sun Hao's body shook slightly.

Ten Heroic Legends?

Unexpectedly, the Island of Ten Thousand Souls is also beginning to spread.

After the burial of the Heavenly Ruins, the five top powers issued biographies to the various immortal cultivation sects, "The Ancient Burial of the Heavenly Ruins" and "The Mystery of Agarwood", Sun Hao thought that his great name would spread all over the world and become famous on the whole continent.

However, after returning to Qingyunmen, Sun Hao found that the actual situation was slightly different from his own perception.

The only people who have really received the genuine biography are the real upper echelons of Qingyunmen, the first order of Yuanying, while the ordinary monks have been passed on the ten heroic legends after adaptation.

And the folk of Xia Guo, sung through the ages, and used by many children as a role-play, are also the legends of the Ten Heroes.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived in Wang Village, from the mouth of his sister Wang Qiong, Sun Hao heard this version of the story again.

It seems that this is really a continent-wide rumor.

Among the legends of the ten heroes, the first big hero is named "Sun Ruoshui, called Agarwood." ”

Wang Qiong's voice was gentle and kind, the children listened to it fascinated, and from time to time, bursts of cheers broke out, congratulating Sun Agarwood for killing a big villain......

Sun Hao stood quietly in the air, listening to Wang Qiong's story.

Behind him, Xia Chuan, who was standing with his head down, had already guessed that the protagonist of the legend of the Ten Heroes was afraid that he was his own master.

First, agarwood is the exclusive title of the master, and I believe that no one on the mainland dares to use it.

Second, every time Shizun heard the legend of the Ten Heroes, a faint nostalgia always appeared on his face, as if he was missing his old friend.

Once, when a storyteller misinterpreted the original meaning of the story and smeared the "Warrior Hundred Forging", Xia Chuan saw Sun Hao personally take action and teach the storyteller who was talking nonsense a hard lesson, and heard the master say in a righteous and awe-inspiring manner: "Heroes cannot be blasphemed, heroic spirits cannot be distorted, you must always remember." ”

Wang Qiong slowly talked about the legend of the Ten Heroes, and after more than half an hour, she stood up leisurely and said softly: "Okay, little guys, mother-in-law will talk about it today, you should go back." ”

The children shouted yes and gradually dispersed, but there were also children who said, "Mother-in-law, are you going to scratch again?" Mother-in-law, what does your nick represent?"

A piece of basswood appeared in Wang Qiong's hand, picked up the knife beside him, Wang Qiong carved on the basswood very carefully, and said softly in his mouth: "The nick represents time, the time when a person leaves." ”

The children looked at the dense nicks and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Mother-in-law, has he been gone for a long, long time?" ”

Wang Qiong's eyes looked at the night sky, looked at the sea, and said leisurely: "It's been a long time, it's been a long time, so long that my mother-in-law is afraid of forgetting, so she has to carve a nick every day to remind herself......"

In the sky, the divine sense swept over Wang Qiong's feet, a neat row of basswood, swept over the dense nicks on it, and Sun Hao's body shook slightly.

Below, a child asked loudly: "Mother-in-law, you always stand on the beach during the day, looking at the sea from afar, are you waiting for someone?" ”

Wang Qiong said softly: "Yes, I'm also waiting for someone." ”

A child kindly said, "However, my mother said that when she was young, you were already waiting, and my mother said, maybe, the person you are waiting for will never come back, perhaps, you don't need to wait any longer......"

Some children said, "That's what my mother's mother said......

In the sky, Sun Hao's body shook slightly.

Wang Qiong still said softly to the children: "Silly child, mother-in-law and other people, that is the Sea Soul Warrior, that is the same existence as the ten heroes, you know, among the ten heroes, it is likely that there is him, maybe, the boss of the ten heroes is the mother-in-law and other people, how can he not come back?"

A child giggled and said, "Mother-in-law, you think too much, hehe." ”

Wang Qiong chuckled, unhurried, holding a knife, a little bit of fine on the basswood, carved a whole circle, then leisurely put away the knife and basswood, and said leisurely: "Brother, another day has passed, I don't know, do you know if you know the way home......"

In the sky, a voice that haunted her sounded: "Qiong'er......"

Wang Qiong's body stiffened suddenly, and then thought it was his own illusion, shook his head with a smile, and when he raised his feet and was about to walk into the courtyard, he suddenly found that a young man was walking in front of him.

Exactly the same as when he left, the young man, who seemed to have not changed in the slightest, was opening his arms to himself with a faint smile: "Qiong'er, brother is back, ......" (to be continued.) )