Chapter Ninety-Eight: Things Are Wrong

One by one, the weeds exploded and the flowers grew, tall and short, fat and thin, like no one cares about playing crazy children. Also, the thatched hut in the courtyard has a black glow, and there is a smell of rotten grass in the air, and it seems that no one lives in it.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Meng Yu's heart ached. "Mother" has been circulating thousands of times, and the words in her heart have turned into a sharp sword in a blink of an eye, and her liver and intestines have been cut off. Striding into the grass hut at great speed, "step on," the rotten grass hut couldn't help tossing, staggering as if it was about to fall down at any time. Meng Yu, who was flustered, couldn't care so much at all, and the next moment the sky fell, I always had to find my own answer at this moment.

The empty room was full of dust, and seven or eight spiders the size of their thumbs fell asleep on the bright webs, and when they returned home, Meng Yu arrived at the visitors. The wooden bed and table are gone, and most of them have been taken back by the surrounding people to make up for their own homes. The lives of civilians are tight, and every little thing is a wealth, and Meng Yu knows best in his heart that such days.

"Mother, where have you been, have you gone to find me? Muttering to himself, Meng Yu's heart was indescribably sad and melancholy, things are not people, and it was still too late to come back.

Looking around, there is no trace of the past, only familiar and unfamiliar weeds. Exiting the house, after another careful search, there was still no clue left by his mother, Meng Yu's heart sank, "What happened, my mother will leave in such a hurry, and she didn't even leave a clue." "What kind of accident is it, what kind of accident. "The government oppresses, or the family oppresses. In his heart, Meng Yu's face turned a little pale.

Walking along the surrounding paths, walking without purpose, Meng Yu longed for the news of his mother to be transmitted from the mouths of the people around him, even a trace of it. But there is not the slightest thing, and the familiar figures of the past have disappeared cleanly, as if the world has evaporated. Occasionally stopped the farmer passing by, Meng Yu didn't open his mouth, and returned it without knowing a word.

After several attempts, Meng Yu also became smarter. Knowing the way of money, a little temptation inquired about some news. The Zhang family, which was the largest family here before, left here four years ago, and when they left, they promised some benefits, and their civilians followed. As for the reason for leaving, it is said that the Zhang family got acquainted with the big officials in the court and couldn't develop in the capital, and some said that the third young master of the Zhang family became a big official and was rewarded by the emperor.

Meng Yu also asked a lot about his mother's affairs, but the new civilians, when they came, the Zhang family had already left, and the things they knew were also hearsay, let alone knowing their mother's situation.

The words of the capital flashed in people's minds, and it was good to have a specific place to look for, and Meng Yu's heart settled down. Looking back on his childhood memories along the path, thinking of his mother and thinking of those he likes and hates, Meng Yu's heart is full of warmth.

When I returned to my former home again, the sunset had dyed the clouds in the sky red, and the bloody battlefield was like a bloody battlefield, with hope and sadness.

The grass house has the smell of rotten grass, and it is about to be twilight, and a yawn can destroy it, and Meng Yu is not willing to go in and toss again. simply slept outside in the open air, fortunately, it was not the first time on such a day, Meng Yu didn't pay much attention to it, he lit a fire, and began to run the cold ice technique.

The parting was sad, Feng Wu's tearful eyes, the white face that was easy to thaw, and Qiao Jie's scolding and scolding face couldn't be hidden. But there is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed, and it is always common to gather and disperse. Mother's affairs are pressed in his heart, and his hometown is not far away, how can Meng Yu let the opportunity at hand slip away.

When leaving, in order to prevent unexpected dangers, King Ligui also stayed by Feng Wu's side. With the close protection of the thoughtful Ligui King, Meng Yu eliminated the last worry of Party B in his heart, and then left the mustard seed world to the outside world.

In the past three days, Meng Yu expected that there would be no difference in the slightest, and the government was still in full swing to track down the whereabouts of the four of them, and it seemed that it would continue for a long time. Yi Rong, without hesitation, found a secluded place, and Meng Yu dressed himself up as a bearded man. The appearance is there, what is missing is a profession, the hunter is the most suitable, in order to be more realistic in effect and less suspicious, Meng Yu specially exposed the muscles on his arm.

Everything was in order, the city bought some wine and dry food, Meng Yu swaggered out of the city, the officers and soldiers guarding the city saw Meng Yu's big beard and thick arms, and said a few words in response, so Meng Yu removed the city.

Without the drag of others, let go of the speed, Meng Yu rushed to Jingzhou in two days, entered the city and followed the road of the Qianbaihui in his memory, with excitement, thinking about the warm greetings of the meeting, the care of his mother, and the barren and overgrown courtyard appeared in front of Meng Yu's eyes.

"Poof" spit out an air sword, resounding in the silent night sky, the thick wild grass fell, Meng Yu slowly opened his closed eyes, stopped running the exercises, and slowly stood up. At this time, there were still sporadic fires on the fire on the ground, and the stars in the sky corresponded to each other, dotted with inky nights, and looked at the dead branches picked up next to him, and Meng Yu rotated at his feet to provoke the dead branches to add to let the fire continue to burn.

"Things are not people, what do you do with these left. Glancing at the grass hut in the night, Meng Yu's eyes flashed with fragmentary memories and said lightly.

After speaking, a burning branch flew down the toes to the grass hut, a perfect parabola, outlining a brilliant fireworks. The life of the spark is short and bright, the beautiful childhood, the crazy prime, the ruined old age, the dust of the earth.

"If you don't make a road, you will end up in dust. Looking at the disappearing grass house, thinking of the cultivation of immortals he was pursuing, Meng Yu said with feeling.

"Hmm," the place where the grass hut disappeared suddenly flashed with a little silver light, faint but real. "Is there any treasure in my own house that I can't do? Meng Yu couldn't help but think in doubt.

After hesitating in place, Meng Yu still walked over, "Maybe it's a clue left by my mother." Meng Yu thought so.

As soon as the sword moved, the earth ash scattered, and something that shimmered silver appeared, a silver package stained with black ash. The weight of the package was very light, not like gold and silver, but like a book, the feeling of the tip of the sword came, and Meng Yu also roughly judged what was inside.