Yi Shuihan slowly sat down, looked at Su Mu expressionlessly, frowned slightly and said, "Auntie, you are dying, do you know?"

"Hmm....." Su Mu looked at Yi Shuihan sluggishly, speechless for a while

"What did you say?" There was a crisp snap, and Su Wen threw the bowl he was drinking from on the ground, and his fifteen-year-old young and translucent eyes glared at Yi Shuihan, but his voice was a little hoarse. For Su Wen now, his mother is the most vulnerable, and whoever touches him will fight with whomever he wants, and even the immortals can't.

Su Mu looked at Yi Shuihan and showed a trace of doubt in her eyes, but she was not as excited as Su Wen. She carefully observed Yi Shuihan's eyes, and found that Yi Shuihan's eyes were very bright and his expression was very upright, and she understood that Yi Shui did not mean to curse, but should just rarely go out and not speak very well.

Su's mother is an ordinary peasant woman, a man died early and a person with a child, I don't know how many people have experienced warmth and coldness, and the world is hot and cold. Looking at the teenage boy in front of him who doesn't care about the world, he really likes it indescribably.

Looking back, the broken bowl on the ground motioned for Su Wen to quickly clean it up. Turning his head, Yi Shuihan poured a glass of water, and said softly: "Child, you know that there are some things that you can't say even if you understand." ”

"You know, why can't you say it, I'm for your good?" Yi Shuihan looked straight at Su Mu, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. I didn't know that his outspokenness would have an impact on others.

Su Mu looked at Yi Shuihan's blank expression, and suddenly felt funny in her heart, but she didn't know how to say this question, she pondered for a moment, and Su Mu continued: "Didn't your parents tell you that it's not good to talk like this?"

Staring at Su Mu, Yi Shuihan shook his head lightly and said, "I have lived alone since I can remember, and I have no parents. ”

"Living alone, don't you have any relatives around you?" Su Mu looked at Yi Shuihan in surprise.

"It's just me, there's no one around me...", slowly lowered his head

"Living alone?" Su Mu looked at Yi Shuihan, her eyes suddenly showed a trace of sadness, and she sighed leisurely, "It's a poor child again, let's eat quickly, child, I will eat coarse tea and light rice first! As he spoke, he slowly got up and walked towards the outside of the house, and for some reason his rickety figure trembled a little.

At dusk, Yi Shuihan slowly put down the dishes and chopsticks, walked out of the hut, and looked at the crimson sunset on the horizon, Yi Shuihan's eyes showed a trace of confusion, the wind birch melted into the sun, what if the sun set?

"The sun has set and will rise tomorrow. Su Mu's kind and gentle voice interrupted Yi Shuihan's thoughts.

Slowly turning his head to look at Su Mu behind him, the dazedness in Yi Shuihan's eyes gradually disappeared, returning to the brightness of the past, the sun set, and it will rise as usual tomorrow.

Su Mu looked at Yi Shuihan, feeling that Yi Shuihan seemed to be in a bad mood, and there was a touch of melancholy in her eyes.

Looking at the wrinkles between Su Mu's eyebrows, Yi Shuihan's heart softened, shook his head slightly, and said, "Auntie, I'm fine!"

"That's good!" Looking at the big eyes flickering on Yi Shuihan's handsome face, Su Mu couldn't help but sigh secretly, how could anyone be willing to leave such a handsome baby behind.

With a sigh, Su Mu raised her hand and pointed to a thatched hut next to her, and said softly, "Xiao Yi, you go to live in that room tonight." ”

When night fell, Yi Shuihan lay on the bed and looked at his own sea of knowledge, and there was a fog in the sea of knowledge, and he couldn't see anything clearly. It should have just been laid and lacked spiritual power. and forcibly operated the spiritual power, which caused the spiritual power to be exhausted, and it was good to rest for a few days.

He took out the slaughter sword and gently stroked the sword body, feeling the slightest coolness on the sword body. The divine consciousness fused into the sword, and he felt the golden fire ball in the depths of the Ice Spirit Sword, and secretly said in his heart: "Senior, you have cultivated a sun, why are you still so persistent?"

Yi Shuihan has always been a very self-disciplined person, and he usually falls asleep at this time, but today I don't know what's wrong, and I can't sleep at all. Feng Hua has longed for the warm sun since he was a child, so he will die in the sun. But what is this that I am pursuing? Do you have a life experience? What can I do?

"Did you sleep? Xiao Yi!" Su Mu's whispered inquiry sounded outside the door.

Yi Shuihan didn't answer, and hurriedly lay on the bed, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. Yi Shuihan didn't know why he was hiding, but he was subconscious for a while.

Su Mu gently pushed open the door, looked at Yi Shuihan who was lying on the bed and pretended to be asleep, her heart was full of pity, she walked over slowly, reached out to help Yi Shuihan cover the quilt, and saw that Yi Shuihan was asleep, turned around and tiptoed away.

Yi Shuihan moved his body slightly, opened his eyes and looked at Su Mu's rickety back, and suddenly felt that something was hidden in the deepest part of his heart, as if he had been touched again.

Has anyone cared about me in so many years? It's nice to have someone else caring.

"Squeak!"

The door of the hut opened again, and Su Mu walked out slowly.

Su Wen sat on the big stone at the door, looking at the stars in the sky in a daze. Yi Shuihan's words always lingered in his mind, making his mind difficult to calm down for a long time.

"Xiaowen!"

Su Mu walked slowly towards this side, and her old cheeks were full of indescribable solemnity.

Su Wen looked back at his mother, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, he jumped down from the stone in one step, and said urgently: "Mother, why don't you sleep so late? ”

Su's mother slowly walked to Su Wen's side, stretched out her hand to wipe the dust off Su Wen's face, looked at Su Wei in a daze, looked at her son's still young face, and said sadly: "Child, if I die, what should you do? Who else can take care of you?"

Looking at his mother's grief-stricken expression, Su Wen couldn't help but panic in his heart, "Mother, what are you talking about? Don't listen to his nonsense......?

Su Mu raised her hand to stop Su Wen's words, stopped her grief, slowly raised her head to look at the stars, stopped the tears that were about to flow, and said softly: "I know my own body, and thanks to Xiao Yi, otherwise I really don't know what to say to you." ”

"Mother, you don't..."

Mother Su raised her hand again to stop Su Wen from speaking, "Although you have suffered a lot over the years, you at least have a mother to take care of, but if I leave, who else can take care of you?" Mother Su looked down at her son in front of her, her eyes were full of reluctance, looking at Su Wen's young and immature face, tears couldn't stop flowing for a while. Mother and son have relied on each other for many years, and how could they ever think of separation.

The night was slightly cold, and the "rustle" sound of the wind blowing the window paper came from the window of the thatched hut.

Yi Shuihan in the house still didn't sleep, he listened to the conversation between the two outside, and kept using his divine sense to observe Su Mu, he wanted to know what the dying Su Mu would say and do.

When Feng Hua was about to die, he was thinking about his life's dream and his life's pursuit. The protagonist of the play in the book wants to be with his dearest person, while Su's mother is thinking of his son at this time.

Yin and Yang Sect, ancestral hall.

The moonlight and stars are scarce, the sky is dark, and the boundless darkness envelops the entire Yin Yang Sacred Mountain. It was late at night, but there was still a place in the whole mountain that was still lit with a faint fire.

That piece of fire is one of the most important places of the Yin-Yang Sect, the "Ancestral Hall", the top of the ancestral hall is dedicated to the two ancestors of the human race, Yin Litian and Yang Sealing Candle, and below it are the sect masters and elders of the past dynasties.

There are four futons made of black weeds under the ancestral hall row, and an old man with white hair and white beard is sitting on the futon at this time. The old man looked like he was about sixty years old, with a kind face, and he was looking down at the book at this time, his face was solemn, he was not smiling, and he looked like an old fairy in the mountains.

The old man slowly put down the book, looked up at the elders of the Yin Yang Sect, and quietly came out of his mind, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, the old man slowly stood up, looked at Tang Yi, who had just come in from the entrance of the ancestral hall, and said, "I'm back, everything has been okay all these years?" ”

Tang Yi rolled his eyes slightly when he heard this, and said, "You try to stay in a broken forest with a little ghost for more than ten years?"

At this time, Tang Yi pursed his mouth, and his face showed a rogue ruffian, not at all solemn and solemn with Yi Shuihan.

The old man in white smiled and said nothing, just looked at Tang Yi quietly. Looking at this junior brother who has not seen each other for more than ten years, it seems that everything has not changed as yesterday.

Tang Yi ignored the old man, slowly looked up at the many gods in the ancestral hall, put away the ruffian face, regained a bit of solemnity, and knelt on the futon where the old man in white was sitting just now and kowtowed.

When he got up, he looked at the books on the ground of the old man, and a cheap smile appeared in his mouth, "The dignified head of the Yin Yang Sect actually looked at the exercise manual, how can he be so bored, can't he find an exercise to cultivate anew?" ”

Looking down at Tang Yizhong's booklet, the old man chuckled and said, "I'm old, I don't have that experience in cultivation, let's give this opportunity to you young people!" Reunited with his junior brother after a long absence, the old man in white seemed very happy, and the serious person on weekdays even made a rare joke.

After turning a few pages slightly, Tang Yi slowly closed it back again, and chuckled: "That kid doesn't need you to choose exercises here, the blessing is profound, and you can get it as soon as you enter the Jedi battlefield, the inheritance of Fenghua's predecessors." ”

"What?" The old man's expression suddenly froze, his eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness, he looked straight at Tang Yi, and said, "Senior Feng is still alive, where is it now." That's ......."

"Said!" Tang Yi nodded slightly, and the ruffian smile on the corner of his mouth slowly retracted, showing a rare trace of seriousness, "His old man looked at the identity of the kid at a glance, and he almost didn't kill him with a sword." ”

The old man's brows furrowed deeply, and he looked at Tang Yi and continued to ask, "What about the seniors?"

Tang Yi looked at his senior brother, looking at the sad face on his face at this time, and sighed in his heart, the otherworldly senior brother on weekdays, every time he mentioned Yi Shuihan and mentioned everything about that matter, he would lose his former calmness.

Slowly leaving the chaotic thoughts behind, Tang Yi replied softly: "Senior, he's gone!" Saying that Tang Yi didn't talk nonsense, he told the senior brother the ins and outs of the matter.

The old man looked at Tang Yi's eyes darkened, looked up at the two gods at the top of the ancestral hall, and sighed leisurely. Looking through the god's position, through the endless darkness in the sky, it seems that you can see the scorching sun.

After being silent for a long time, Tang Yi shook his head lightly and said: "Little ghost, he is still in that small village, he is not deeply involved in the world, and he has a heavy treasure, although the golden pill beast soul in the sword is slaughtered, I still don't feel at ease, I have to go back quickly." ”

"No need, your third child has already gone. ”

Hearing this, the old man slowly turned his head and looked at Tang Yi's face was still gloomy, obviously still worried about something,

"He..." Tang Yi raised his head in surprise and looked at his senior brother, just about to say something, but found that his senior brother had a gloomy face. The words that came to his mouth were slowly swallowed back, and he dared to joke when his senior brother was happy, it didn't mean that he dared to be unhappy with his senior brother.