Wang Xian saw that he had a ten-day long vacation this time, so he planned to go back to his hometown. Zongmen is two thousand miles away from his hometown, and it was not easy to go back to his hometown before, but he originally planned to build a foundation, and he could fly with his sword, and then go home, but now with Chixia Peng, the time to go home is much shorter.

Since the two successive battles in Baishamen and Xingxing Gorge, he felt the sinister nature of the cultivation realm, and felt that he could only rest assured when he had time to go home and watch it once.

Yue Nanzhou is in the south of Yunhu Prefecture, Wang Xian used his divine sense to drive Chixia Peng, flew south from Huatianzong, flew for two days, a little more than two thousand miles, and flew to a place not far from Tongzi Village. Looking at the familiar mountains and rivers from the air, I am timid. The closer Chi Xia Peng got to his hometown, Wang Xian's heart swelled with an indescribable emotion, and he became more and more excited, unable to calm down.

Wang first arrived in Baisha City, originally planned to go to his brother-in-law's house to find his sister, who knew that after inquiring, my sister followed her brother-in-law and went to the state capital of Yuenan Prefecture, and my brother-in-law became a tax collector in the state capital. He found his best classmate of the year, the little grasshopper Liu Rong.

Before leaving, the little grasshopper said that he would go to Baisha City to help his father take care of the pharmacy, and his father's pharmacy was the oldest in the city, but it was not too big. When he found the pharmacy, the little grasshopper was walking up and down the pharmacy, assigning apprentices to do things.

Suddenly seeing Wang Xian standing at the door, the little grasshopper was stunned. Although after so much time, Wang Xian is taller and his temperament has become very different, but he still recognizes Wang Xian at a glance.

"Wang Banxian", he shouted Wang Xian's nickname and greeted him. This is the nickname that some students specially gave Wang Xian. When he was studying in the village, Wang Xian liked a little bit of a person's chatter, always grinding over what problems. I also like to read fairy and fairy novels, and I have touched trees a few times while walking.

"Little grasshopper", Wang Xian also responded with a smile, and the little grasshopper held hands with each other, patted each other's shoulders, and chatted affectionately.

When the little grasshopper heard that Wang Xian had just entered the city and had not yet returned to the village, he immediately offered to go back to Tongzi Village with him. After Wang Xian left the village school, the old village chief died of illness not long after, and the village school lost his presiding and affection, and also lost a lot of financiers, so he did not continue to do it.

The little grasshopper also left the village school at that time, and after leaving, the thatched hut where he temporarily lived there had already been sold, and after going to the Baishacheng pharmacy, he returned to the village twice in the past few years, and recently he has not been to the village for more than a year.

The little grasshopper also rode horses, and he rode the little black horse of the medicine shop, so that Wang Xian sat in the back. Wang first asked him to lead the way, bought some things in the city, and went out of the city to Tongzi Village.

The king was on the horse, thinking back to the past. One year of a severe drought, he and his classmate Xiao Grasshopper and others walked far away from their home and walked dozens of miles upstream along the Baisha River next to the village, looking for ways and means to bring water into the village.

Five or six years have passed, and now the little grasshopper has become the medicine collector of the family medicine shop in Baisha City, and he has learned a few medical skills, which can be regarded as a small family business. Wang Xian felt that the years he had been away had been like a dream, illusory and real.

The little grasshopper waved his horsewhip excitedly, "Ride, huh~!" His excitement was no less than that of Wang Xian. Among the classmates of the village school, only Wang went to the distant place first. The little grasshopper opened a pharmacy for a few years, and ushered in the one that was sent to him, so it was natural to see that Wang Xian was bold and extraordinary, and he must have developed outside in the past few years.

He was happy that his childhood playmate had a good life, and he was proud that Wang Xian could find him to guide the way and return to his hometown together.

The two of them crossed the Baisha River in a small boat. Then he climbed over a mountain, and through the col he could see a plain not far away. There is a small village in the plain, with hundreds of thatched huts and hundreds of hunters, tenant farmers, and fishermen.

Under the big tree at the entrance of the village, some children in sackcloth were playing with stones, and saw a horse slipping slowly into the village, some bold babies, standing on the dirt slope next to the village entrance and watching curiously, and some timid people hurriedly ran home, shouting for the adults to come out.

Two or three flower dogs jumped out of the village, shaking their heads and tails, and barking excitedly around the horses.

Soon a lot of men and women came out of the village, carrying iron forks and hoes, looking towards the entrance of the village, worried about some bully coming. After all, in this sparsely populated small mountain village, there have been no outsiders on horseback for three or two years, and it is very rare for two strange outsiders to appear today.

The little grasshopper had sharp eyes, and saw a lot of acquaintances from these villagers, waving his hands in the carriage, and shouting excitedly: "Oh, isn't that a bamboo pole, and there is a great master, the little third son." That's Uncle Liu, Sister-in-law Ma. I'm a little grasshopper, remember me!"

"Little grasshopper!"

"Brother Wang Xian'er, it's the two of them who are back. ”

The villagers looked at them in surprise, especially Wang Xian, who had left the village back then, had not heard from him for five or six years, and now he has returned, although he has changed a lot, but he can still see Wang Xian's eyebrows. Several of them were playmates of Wang Xian and Little Grasshopper when they were children, and Wang Xian could vaguely see what they looked like back then. The appearance of the adults has not changed much, but it is more familiar and easy to recognize.

The little black horse entered the village surrounded by the villagers, and excitedly asked about their experiences in the past few years.

When a few of the village women saw the big baskets on either side of the horse, their eyes widened.

"Little grasshopper, this horse is yours?"

"What's in these two big baskets, cotton? Come and see, a basket of good cotton!"

"And refined salt, a good thing, only people in Baisha City will use this thing. ”

The villagers were amazed.

The little grasshopper also said happily: "Don't rob, don't rob, everyone has a share." My little grasshopper accompanied Wang Xian'er back from Baisha City, and Wang Xian'er gave a generous gift to each family. ”

"Wang family baby, hurry up and go home, go and see how your father is doing. ”

Uncle Liu, who had a kind face, held his pipe in a heavy mood and said to Wang Xian.

Wang Xian was stunned for a moment, answered "Hmm!", and quickly jumped off the horse, letting the little grasshopper handle the goods carried by the horse. He put on his bag and followed the vague memories of five or six years ago, and walked to the village and came to his small earthen courtyard.

In the distance, he could smell a strong smell of herbs. In the past few years of cultivation, Wang Xian has learned all kinds of elixirs and pharmacology, and he is extremely familiar with the smell of various herbs.

What's going on at home?

Wang Xian's heart tightened, and he quickly pushed open the firewood door of the small courtyard, walked quickly through the courtyard, and came to the door of the thatched mud house. The thatched mud houses are very old, and even the mud walls are cracked with thin cracks. There were only a few benches and chairs in the room, and there were some carpentry saws, hammers and files hanging from the walls, but they were clean and clean, and there was no smell other than the smell of herbs.

On the bed lay a familiar middle-aged man, covered with a quilt, hunched up, his eyes closed. A woman with a sad face was burning a small pot of herbs in the house.

Wang Xian stood at the door with the package on his back, staring blankly at his parents with gray temples. Once upon a time, his father took him to cut trees and saw beams, build houses and tiles, and was the carpenter he admired most in his childhood, but now, his father is sick and dizzy.

His eyes were slightly red, and he opened his lips tremblingly: "Father, mother!"

The woman's hands trembled when she heard the familiar and unfamiliar shout, and she looked back in disbelief and stared at Wang Xian, "Xian'er, is Xian'er back?!" She stood up, trying to see clearly, shook a little, and almost fell.

"Mother, the child is back!"

Wang Xian's eyes were sour, and he was blurred by tears, walked over quickly, and helped his excited mother to sit down. The mother held his arm, stroked his slightly thin face, looked carefully, and finally confirmed that this was true, and sighed happily: "It's really our family who came back first!"

Father Wang was lying on the bed, and when he heard Wang Xian's mother's call, he looked excited, but he couldn't sit up, choked up, calmed down his emotions, and muttered to himself in a low voice, "Well, it's good to come back alive." ”