The way home may seem far away, but there is always an end. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Luo Xuan stepped into the house and saw his mother crying in his uncle's arms, and when he came in, the two hurriedly separated, looking at him a little at a loss.

"Mother......

Luo Xuan took his mother's hand, squeezed it, and then put it in the uncle's heavy palm and clenched it.

The corners of the uncle's mouth twitched, and his eyes were instantly full of tears, and he couldn't speak.

Luo Xuan's mother's tears were like raindrops, looking at Luo Xuan, her eyes were lit up with joy.

Luo Xuan called softly: "Mother, when I was a child, my uncle treated me so well, I often thought that if we were a family, how good it would be; ”

With a smile, Luo Xuan wiped away the tears on his cheeks for his mother, and then said: "The child can't be with him for a long time, there is an uncle, and you are the companion, and the child can be less worried, as long as you can live happily, it's good!"

Looking at the uncle, there was more complicated meaning in his eyes, Luo Xuan said: "Uncle, don't blame me for calling you that, this news is too sudden for me, I ...... It's hard for me to change it directly, please don't blame me, when I come back, I hope you can tell me in person, okay?"

Uncle nodded repeatedly, tears poured down like rain, and hurriedly said, "Okay, good, then, uncle...... Tell you all!"

It seems that he will never get tired of listening to his mother's advice, watching her keep busy, and the back of the uncle packing up for him, Luo Xuan's heart is full of sourness.

After a long time, when he comes back, I hope to be able to spend more time with these two dearest relatives in my life.

Under the warm sun, the green fields and dense woods stretch endlessly to the horizon, and the meandering blue rivers and blue skies reflect each other, forming the most beautiful picture of nature.

It has been half a day since he left Luojia Village, and the picture of his mother snuggling his uncle to say goodbye always lingers in front of him, and the beautiful scenery in front of him dilutes the sadness of parting.

He was not in a hurry, and he was fascinated by such a pleasing view so close to his hometown. He also made up his mind that he would have the opportunity to bring his mother and uncle here to have a fun time and let them see the outside world.

Unconsciously, he stayed for a long time, and just as Luo Xuan was about to continue on the road, a palpitating omen suddenly appeared in the heart lake, and it suddenly broke through his Dao heart defense line.

Huo Di stood up, Luo Xuan's face turned pale, revealing a trace of horror.

In a trance, above the blue void, he saw his mother walking lightly on the village road, waving at him with a smile, shouting his name and gradually moving away.

No matter how certain God is, everything is an illusion, and the green mountains and green waters in front of you are clear everywhere!

"This ...... It's a ghost news!"

Luo Xuan's face was bloodless, and he staggered a few steps before he rose into the air, turning into a rainbow light and sweeping a trace of clouds.

"I've only been away for half a day, mother...... Mother, what happened to her?"

Luo Xuan desperately returned to Luojia Village.

Is this still the Luojia Village just now, full of smoke and full of rural atmosphere......

As far as the eye can see, it is not the broken wall, broken wood and broken tiles, and from time to time you can see that the beams of a certain house are unable to support it and collapse violently!

As far as the eye can see, the smoke and dust are billowing out, and such a drastic change has occurred in the huge Luojia Village, and there is no sound of crying and crying, shrouded in the intent of death.

"Mother...... Uncle......!"

Luo Xuan's eyes were blood-red, he screamed frantically, and rushed towards the ruins in such a hurry and panic.

It's still the old house, a few thick door beams are half buried under the rubble and tiles, Luo Xuan is crying and digging in the tiles, what kind of cultivation, the Taoism is all put aside.

There is no trace of his mother and uncle here, and it took a long time for Luo Xuan, who was a little crazy and numb, to come back to his senses, and he was always holding his heart and his soul with his heart.

The patriarch next door was dead, half-buried under rubble and a very thick door beam. The originally slumped body was now straight, as if it had suddenly increased a lot of height.

His hand stretched out, as if reaching for something, and in a piece of rubble, a small, delicate palm curled up, bloodless, should still be a child.

Luo Xuan gritted his teeth, held back his tears, and walked on the unrecognizable village road in one step.

The tragic scenes made his heart bleed, but in half a day, this land had become a ruin, separated from those people of the same blood, what kind of heartbreak should it be?

Sadness in the heart, resentment in the eyes, a trace of cold chill gradually erupted in the bottom of the heart, and the eyes were like blood!

"Aunt Bi!"

Luo Xuan, whose face was already distorted, sobbed and was speechless.

This is the mother of his childhood brother Luo Li, and he also loved him in every way when he was young. In the blurred tears, he suddenly trembled and froze.

"Aunt Bi...... Uncle Kong...... Five uncles ......!"

Luo Xuan muttered, and found that Aunt Bi was actually covered in blood, this kind of injury was definitely caused by a very powerful Dao magic technique, and other people were also wounded.

Looking around with blank and helpless teary eyes, there is still a building in the distance that has not been destroyed, that is-the ancestral hall!

Uncle is guarding the ancestral hall, will he be there?

Luo Xuan seemed to see some kind of hope, and ran over with a roar.

The ancestral hall is also in tatters, and it has not fallen, but only the outer wall. As soon as Luo Xuan arrived, Dao Xin immediately sensed a trace of free anger and refused to disperse.

rushed in, and the inside of the ancestral hall was completely destroyed, and countless spiritual cards of the ancestors of the Luo family were broken, broken, broken, and scattered all over the ground.

The curtain was torn, hanging diagonally on half of it, countless incense ashes were scattered all over the ground, and the ruins were full of cracks, which were even more damaged than those houses.

Which trace of anger, who sent it?

Luo Xuan searched unwillingly, and suddenly found a corner of the half-tattered curtain, revealing an embroidered shoe embroidered with blue and white branches, which was the style that his mother was used to wearing.

Gently opened, a mournful roar, two lines of blood and tears!

Mother, ......!

The mother had already lost her breath, and the kind eyes in her memory stared in horror and curled up in the corner. Uncle, the servant stood in front of her, and on her back, an ash rune formed a strange pattern printed there. What Luo Xuan didn't expect was that the anger that was as thin as a gossamer was sent by the uncle.

The hands of the two closest relatives were actually held together, holding them tightly, Luo Xuan couldn't separate the two, so he could only turn the uncle over.

"Uncle, I'm Xiao Xuan, wake up!"

Luo Xuan, who was in despair, urged Yuan Li with all his might, maintaining that trace of vitality.

A hint of flushed blood suddenly overflowed the uncle's face, and the violent gasping made him take a breath and slowly open his eyes.

"Yes...... Xiao Xuan!"

The uncle's difficult moans frightened Luo Xuan to hurriedly urge Yuan Li and did not dare to relax.

His eyes lit up, the uncle's breathing seemed to be smoother, struggling with something in his arms, Luo Xuan hurriedly helped him and took out a strange jade plate from his arms.

The uncle held it in the palm of his hand, stared at Luo Xuan and said with difficulty: "The blood tribulation, it's really coming......; Secret...... You...... Bloodline ......"

Before he finished speaking, the uncle gasped sharply again, and with the last of his strength, he hugged Luo Xuan's mother in his arms, revealing a faint sad smile, and then looked at Luo Xuan, the last bright light in his eyes became dim, and he just let go.

Brother-in-law...... Dad, don't die, I haven't called you a dad yet......!

Luo Xuan looked up to the sky and cried, hugging the bodies of his two closest relatives tightly, refusing to let go.

The blood of the setting sun finally disappeared into the sky in his endless sorrow, and the dilapidated village surrounded by the peaks of Mo Dai was only the low and shallow cry, faintly lingering and echoing.

On the slope of the green grass mountain, there were suddenly more than 200 graves, and it was impossible to tell how long they had stayed here, Luo Xuan buried these clansmen with some numbness day and night, so that they could have a place to live after death.

The tears had dried up, and the eyes that had no look were full of sadness, and Luo Xuan was lost.

What is it to live for?

What is the purpose of the practice?

At the beginning of the collapse of the immortal gate, although the catastrophe was also a grief that penetrated into the marrow, after all, there was still a buffer, and there were people with him, there was no such personal pain, not as desperate as in front of him.

It's just half a day, and all his relatives have left him, and he has no relatives. This strong sense of loneliness made him think of suicide with his father and mother many times, and it was very strong.

Luo Xuan mechanically and numbly piled up the last grave, and looked up, this Luojia Village, which raised him, had a total of 273 relatives, and his bones were buried here, and heaven and man were separated from each other from then on.

Among these people, he could not name many of them, most of the tablets were empty, he didn't even know what to engrave, and he knew more about these people than what they were called in the clan.

The cemetery of these two dearest relatives is placed on a high slope top, where you can see the beautiful scenery of the sunrise, and overlook the entire Luojia Village, and the most important thing is that you can directly see the ancestral hall that still stands half of the wall from here, which is after all the place where Daddy Luo Lie guards.

Someone has come and gone again, Luo Xuan doesn't care about the stay and busyness of these people at all, just numbly and mechanically doing his own thing. During this period, many people asked him about the reasons and processes of the tragic extermination of Luojia Village, but he couldn't hear what these people were talking about, and he didn't know what they wanted to do.

I don't know when it started to rain, washing away this seemingly lonely corner of the world. Luo Xuan has been sitting quietly in front of the grave where his father and mother are buried, not thinking about it, like a stone guarded, motionless, letting the rain pour through.

Until one day, his childhood friends, Luo Li, Luo Hong, and Luo Yi, rushed back when they heard the news and woke him up in grief, at that moment, he grabbed their arms tightly, like a drowning man grasping a straw and refused to let go, he howled without tears, and then fainted.