Erasing the memory picture that appeared in front of him like a mist, Gu Xuyao calmed down, and then saw that the cooking smoke in the village was still drifting at this time, and he stepped into the village on a whim, and found a house at random to enter, but he wanted to eat a meal.

The villagers of Leishi are simple and simple, I heard that the people who come to claim to be from other villages are naturally very hospitable, the so-called one more person is just more than a pair of chopsticks, not to mention that the villagers like to make more breakfast, can be left at noon and then used, occasionally outsiders come to eat but feel more lively.

Coarse tea and light rice, the villagers in the red mud area will not be too extravagant on weekdays, after all, life is not easy, and they have been squeezed by the monks, so Meng Meng does not feel anything special when he eats, but Gu Xuyao is different, he seems to be a hungry man who has been hungry for a long time, he ate all the breakfast made in this farmhouse like a storm, and the white-haired man was finally embarrassed in the other party's incredible eyes, he laughed dryly, he was really a little embarrassed, and left in a hurry, but when he left, he secretly put some yuan stones in the pockets of the children's clothes of that family, although it was not much, but it was enough for them to live a good life for a long time。

After leaving, the smoke of each house was extinguished, and everyone began to be busy with their own affairs, Gu Xuyao knew that there was a difference between immortals and mortals, after all, hundreds of years had passed, and he never thought that he would be able to see Blacksmith Zhang and his childhood playmates again when he came back this time, just to see those places that had been, he was satisfied.

In fact, although time flies, the changes in the red mud area are very small, and when he came to the door of the former blacksmith Zhang's house, of course, he had changed his new owner at this time, but what was surprising was that the shop was still there, and the familiar sound of striking iron and the smell of the forge attracted Gu Xuyao to it.

With his back to the man who was striking iron. Sweating profusely, for a while, Gu Xuyao seemed to see the shadow of a blacksmith, and his feet couldn't move.

"Huh?" came back to his senses when a voice came from behind him. "You are ......"

When I looked back, I saw that the person who had come was a village woman, about thirty years old, dressed plainly, and at this time she was holding tea in her hand, which seemed to be for the blacksmith to drink.

When he heard that something was unusual, the iron man also turned around, and he was also surprised to see that it was two strangers. Fortunately, Gu Xuyao is very handy in handling this kind of scene. An embarrassed smile made way for the woman, and didn't say anything, just pulled Meng Meng out of the blacksmith shop.

"Brother, cough. Brother Shen. What the hell is this place? How can you be so distracted? You don't even know if someone is approaching you. ”

Quickly left the blacksmith shop, completely out of the sight of the people inside, and looked at it from a distance. Gu Xuyao's gaze still couldn't leave the ordinary wooden house: "That was once my home. Not long after he finished speaking, the white-haired man seemed to think of something, and then corrected: "No, it should be said that it will always be my home." ”

After looking at him like this for a long time, many people in the village looked at him strangely when they passed by, and Meng Meng was slightly embarrassed when she saw this, pulled the sleeve of Lagu Xuyao's coat, and signaled him to leave quickly.

It's not easy to finally take back your memory, but forget the purpose of this trip and inquire about your past.

Since he wanted to investigate, he had to start from the house where his parents lived back then, but Gu Xuyao decided to leave Leishi Village for the time being, and walked out of the village with Mengmeng, in the wilderness and woods, and the road would never change.

Come to this familiar place, the small hill, next to the woods where he often hunts.

"Brother Shen, why did you bring me here?" The scenery around is good, but there is nothing special about it.

Gu Xuyao was silent, walked straight up the hill, looked around and easily found a grave, the years were too long, and when he walked over, he found that the wooden signs that should have been standing were corrupted and blown away by the wind, and it seemed that there were traces of people coming to worship, and it was even more blurred.

"Sure enough, it's here. "There are very few burials in the customs of Leishi Village, perhaps because the red land is unlucky, in short, those who have to choose cremation will choose cremation, and Gu Xuyao can't even find the corpse, so he can only be buried to express his thoughts.

"Brother Shen, what's here? isn't it your family'......?"

"No, this is my grave. ”

Mengmeng's big eyes turned around a few times after listening, and finally understood and nodded.

"I have been practicing martial arts in this place since I was a child, and Uncle Zhang thought that after I died, he would set up a small grave for me here. Even after so many years, he can still understand Blacksmith Zhang's intentions, as the so-called fallen leaves return to the roots, this is what Blacksmith Zhang means, if it weren't for the exercise of hunting skills, Gu Xuyao would not have died in that competition, and all the cause and effect were attributed to the very beginning.

"I heard that if you can't find the body, people will bury some commemorative things in the soil as a memorial, Brother Shen, what do you say is in this grave?"

Hearing Meng Meng say this, in fact, Gu Xuyao already knew the answer, when he went to Taiheng Gate, he had nothing, and he thought that the weapon must have fallen in the red mud area, and the axe specially made for him by the blacksmith Zhang had a unique shape, and it is still vivid.

Thinking of this, the white-haired man waved his hand, and the grave that had been buried for hundreds of years was cut open, and a rancid smell came from underneath.

The thing lying in the pit was his own axe as Gu Xuyao expected, but after so many years, it had already been rusty, and a little spell was applied on it, but it was just to keep it from continuing to corrupt, Gu Xuyao picked up the axe and looked at it as if he saw himself when he was young.

Looking at Gu Xuyao, who was smiling stupidly, Meng Meng shrugged helplessly, but she seemed to have found something, frowned and bent down, searching in the red soil, and finally she found a piece of paper, which was obviously an ordinary white paper, but there was no sign of decay.

"Liusheng Yanbo Ze Zhenguan, the sunset blue waves into Huaiwan, the west crossing the sea is endless, the sunset and the moon are psychedelic...... Wait, this isn't ......" opened the white paper and wrote a few lines of poetry on it, and only after reading it out did she realize that it was inappropriate.

Gu Xuyao, who heard the voice, withdrew his gaze from the broken axe, took the piece of paper from Mengmeng's hand, and the more he looked at him, the tighter his brows locked.

"Uncle Zhang would never have buried this thing in my grave, he has always advocated that I give up the idea and live in the red mud area, and he didn't even tell me about the hunting competition back then," not to mention that Blacksmith Zhang would not do this, even if he did, there was no reason for this piece ......of paper to be so well preserved.

"Brother, what's going on, do you think someone put it in secretly?"

"It's only possible, but what I don't understand now is when he put it in. Gu Xuyao's gaze became sharp, he destroyed the piece of paper with Yuan Li, and ran towards the village without looking back. (To be continued......)