Maybe the world has already been decided, this thief guessed Leng Xiao's next thought, so he guided him in the direction of Wutong Village, from this small city to Wutong Village, it was only three days away.

Leng Xiao walked in front of the plane tree, this towering plane tree is still the same as it was more than 20 years ago, and it has not changed in the slightest. He paused for only a moment, then walked towards the village.

This small village is still so closed, there will not be a few people in ten or twenty years, every grass and tree is still the same as it was back then, but spring goes to autumn, he grows, and they have also experienced autumn after autumn.

Not far from the entrance of the village, there is a thatched hut, which has been uninhabited for many years and covered with dust. The door was kept open all day long, as if the owner had left only temporarily and would soon return.

A seven or eight-year-old child ran towards Leng Xiao, with three points of vigilance and three points of curiosity in his big eyes, and stopped outside Leng Xiao.

"Who are you?" his voice was very glutinous and very comfortable to listen to, perhaps because of the innocence and purity of it.

Leng Xiao raised his hand and pointed to the dusty grass hut in the distance, and said, "I am the owner of that house. ”

When the child heard this, a bright color could not help but rise in his eyes, and the only three points of vigilance had faded. He pulled Leng Xiao's sleeve and said with some eagerness: "Big brother, can you take me in to have a look?"

Leng Xiao couldn't help but smile and said, "It's just an ordinary grass hut, what's so good." ”

The child suddenly shook Leng Xiao's arm twice and said, "The village chief's grandfather never lets others in, there must be treasures inside!"

"Okay, brother will take you to see the baby. ”

There was a flash of excitement in the child's eyes, but soon the excitement turned into loss.

The thatched hut was very small, and at first glance, there was nothing to praise about the old tables and chairs, the beds with a thick layer of dust, and the pitted floor.

The child let go of Leng Xiao's sleeves, a little disappointed. Leng Xiao ignored the finger-thick dust, and sat down directly on the simple chair, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The boy quickly covered his mouth and nose, fanned the ashes again and again, and walked out of the house in three or two steps.

A loud shout suddenly came from afar: "Erdan, you are disobedient again, how many times has grandpa said it, you are not allowed to break into other people's rooms!"

The second egg suddenly shouted with a bitter face: "Grandpa, I didn't break in, with the consent of the eldest brother!"

An old man with a look of surprise on his face hurried over and stood at the door.

Leng Xiao got up and nodded slightly at the old man. Fang just heard the voice and felt a little unfamiliar, looking at his face at this moment, he couldn't recognize it, after all, too much time had passed.

He didn't recognize the old man, but the old man seemed to feel that he was a little familiar, looked at him carefully for a while, only frowned slightly, and read two words with a little uncertainty: "Leng Xiao?"

"Grandpa the village chief, then I'll go first!" Erdan only called, and without waiting for the old man's reply, he had already jumped away.

Leng Xiao's eyes jumped slightly, and the old man in front of him turned out to be the village chief grandfather in Erdan's mouth.

The old man went home and fetched a letter and handed it to Leng Xiao, it turned out that Yao Wuqiu had died eight years earlier. The thatched hut where Yao Wuqiu originally lived also accumulated a thick layer of ash.

opened the letter that Yao Wuqiu left for him, but there was not a word. Looking at this empty piece of letterhead, Leng Xiao's fingers tightened a little, and he looked at it carefully, as if a thousand words were printed on the paper.

On the top of the mountain, there are two tombs.

The grass was still in his memory, and when Leng Xiao arrived, they fluttered and flew around him. He walked to the two graves and stopped.

One of them, the tombstone can be the name of this Yao Wuqiu. And the other tomb, the name on the tombstone is Yao Xinyu.

Leng Xiao's heart twitched suddenly, his hands trembled slightly, and his eyes fell on the three words Yao Xinyu, and he couldn't move it anymore. These three words are so unfamiliar, but why are they unreasonably familiar?

"Also surnamed Yao, who is she and why am I...... Never seen it?"

Looking at these three words, Leng Xiao's eyes were a little sour, and his vision was blurred by tears.

Now the new village chief of Wutong Village is called Wang Xiang, and Leng Xiao also feels a little unfamiliar with this name. Wang Xiang is also a person who has lived in Wutong Village all his life, but Leng Xiao has not paid attention to it before, and there are always many people who know each other clearly, but they can't name them.

At the table, tea.

Leng Xiao couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart anymore and asked, "Village chief, who is buried next to Grandpa Yao?"

Wang Xiangben was still a little embarrassed, after all, Leng Xiao had not seen him for more than ten years. But after listening to Leng Xiao's question, he was stunned for a moment and his eyes widened: "Who are you talking about, Yao Xinyu?"

Leng Xiao nodded, and Wang Xiang asked again: "Yuzi, don't you remember?"

Seeing Leng Xiao shaking his head, Wang Xiang's face suddenly became cold, and he snatched back nearly half of the tea left in Leng Xiao's hand, brushed his sleeves and said, "Let's go, I'm afraid you can't get used to drinking this coarse tea!"

Regarding the changes before and after Wang Xiang, Leng Xiao was a little unclear, but he felt that Wang Xiang must know something. But the more he asked, the more angry Wang Xiang became, until at last, he even took out a broom to drive him away.

Leng Xiao knew that he couldn't ask anything from Wang Xiang's mouth.

Out of the village, I walked through the soft and waxy earth, and my feet were covered with a thick layer of yellow sand. Walking past the towering sycamore, he didn't look back, didn't stop, just smiled lightly.

"Home is no longer home. ”

There is no room for relatives, it is just a cold room. He was holding a wordless letter in his hand, Yao Xinyu, who is it?

Leng Xiao raised his hand, and when it landed on his face, his fingertips trembled slightly, and on his fingers, two teardrops lay quietly.

Without a hint of warning, tears flowed like this.

He put the paper away, his eyes seemed to show a different light, and he said softly, "That's it, it's time to go back." ”

He finished an arc of the moon's eyebrows, slowly straightening them, like two sharp long swords stabbing diagonally there.

His aura was constantly surging, and with every step he took, his aura became more agitated. When he took the ninety-ninth step, his restless aura suddenly stopped.

The hundredth step fell, and a huge true appearance phantom appeared behind Leng Xiao, except for a little illusory, his face was extremely clear.

Ten years of sharpening a sword, the realm of virtual infants, water comes into being.

In the residence of the disciples of the Blue Sprint Sect, Qiu Yansheng sneakily walked out from behind a bush of flowers and plants, but a voice suddenly came from behind: "Senior Brother Qiu, it turns out that you are here, you can make it easy for Senior Brother to find it for a while!"

When he spoke, Qiu Yansheng was so startled that he almost jumped up, but he still coughed dryly, and said seriously: "Senior brother, this is the residence of senior brother, why don't you trespass without permission? ”

"I've got something to do!"

He roared and flew into the distance at the fastest speed in his life, but the disciple still shouted from behind him: "Senior Brother Qiu, the sect master summons!"

The disciple did not linger after the words were spoken, and turned to leave. In vain, Qiu Yansheng stiffened in mid-air, his face was as earth-colored. He covered his ears with his empty hands and muttered with a dejected face: "I didn't hear, I didn't hear ......"

Saying this, he still obediently flew towards the Qingjian real residence.

After a while, Qingjian Zhenren looked at Qiu Yansheng who was smiling all over his face, nodded lightly, and said, "It's coming quite fast, it's good, it's progressing." ”

"It's good if the sect master is happy, it's good if the sect master is happy. ”

When Qingjian Zhenren heard this, he suddenly smiled. As soon as he smiled, Qiu Yansheng's smile immediately froze, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't laugh anymore.

I saw that the Qingjian real person punched him, knocking him out of the air, sinking straight into the wall, and smashing out a human-shaped hole.

Qiu Yansheng suddenly screamed: "Sect Master spare your life, it's the third day!"

"You kid, this seat doesn't want your life, how can you spare your life? This seat is exercising your muscles and bones, honing your will, in the future, you will be the pillar of the sect!" Qingjian Zhenren snorted coldly, and said righteously and awe-inspiringly.

"Sect Master Xie cultivates, I hope that Sect Master will spare his life!"

"You kid, you still don't understand the hard work of this seat!"

Qiu Yansheng scolded angrily in his heart, bitter and bitter, not knowing that he had a very personal relationship with Leng Xiao and couldn't torture Leng Xiao, so he vented on him.

"Senior Brother Leng, when will you come back, Senior Brother...... It's bitter!"

Seeing that Qingjian Zhenren's punch was about to fall again, there was a disciple's report from outside the hall.

"Disciple Chu Tiankuo, ask to see the sect master!"

"What's the matter?" Qingjian Zhenren stopped moving, and all his emotions dissipated, turning into a slightly impatient coldness.

"The disciple is willing to temporarily take the position of trial elder, share the worries of the sect, and hope that the sect master will be fulfilled!"

Qingjian Zhenren said lightly: "The position of trial elder is shared by the Luo Hall Master. Or do you think that Hall Master Luo's ability is inferior to yours?"

Chu Tiankuo hurriedly said, "The disciple doesn't dare. ”

"Well, it's good to be self-aware. ”

Hearing the words of Qingjian Zhenren with a little contempt and cynicism, Chu Tiankuo's fists clenched, but he didn't dare to say anything more, so he could only turn around and leave silently.

When a disciple met Chu Tiankuo, he immediately looked respectful and called "Senior Brother", which made him feel a lot better.

He walked a long way towards the crowded place, walking in a hurry, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he had something important to do, attracting a respectful gaze. Especially the secret send-off of some female disciples, which made him feel extremely useful in his heart.

Leng Xiao previously told Xie Yunlei that time was a little rushed, and it was not an excuse. Now it takes another three days, and he has to arrive before the introductory trial, even if he is a virtual infant, it is quite reluctant.

However, he didn't go back for the position of this trial elder, Qingjian Zhenren was no longer reluctant, but he was happy to be idle. It's just that the place of trials has been destroyed, and I don't know what kind of way the Blue Mark Sect's entry trial has changed now.

As far as he is concerned, the great revenge of the Heavenly Holy Land has not yet been avenged, and the value of the Qingjian True Man is really unaffordable. He still tries his best to be the shadow that has faded in other people's hearts.

Maybe no one knew it once, or maybe no one knows it today. He doesn't care.