The grass hut was gloomy, and the corpses were everywhere, and the woman couldn't help but shiver.

Leng Xiao opened the door and said, "Leng will send you back?"

The woman's eyes showed a little dazedness, and she faced the large amount of sunset that entered the door, and murmured: "Go back, where are you going?"

"The concubine has nowhere to go. There was a gloom in her eyes.

At this moment, Leng Xiao knew that what the demon woman said before was not made up, but it was true. Pity this mortal woman, who was ostracized by the villagers, and lived here with her father, but she was also victimized by demon cultivators.

Out of the door, this spiritual mountain turned into a barren mountain, and the grass and trees withered and turned to ashes in an instant.

The woman was holding a burden, and inside it was the skin of an old man. When she saw the changes in the mountains, she was not surprised at all, as if she had become accustomed to it.

Seeing Leng Xiao asking, she replied softly: "I don't know why the concubine body, this mountain range has always been like this, every six hours, it changes. ”

Leng Xiao suddenly, twelve hours a day, this mountain range is half a day and a day is gone, and I don't know why.

The woman said that she wanted to bury her father back in the village, which was her ancestral land, and it was the root, and the so-called fallen leaves returned to the roots.

Leng Xiao followed her wishes and sent her back all the way, saying that the distance was not very far, but only a few miles.

But this is just for Leng Xiao, with her as a weak woman, she took an old father back then, walked a few miles, and built this thatched hut brick by brick, soil and stone, who can she say about the suffering?

The woman seemed to be a relatively silent person, and she didn't say a word along the way, only rolled up her sleeves coldly, and arrived in a moment.

Xu has seen the demon cultivation methods, and after experiencing it at this moment, the woman seems to be extremely calm, and even, she looks numb.

When I entered the village, someone happened to pass by, it was a middle-aged man, this middle-aged man was holding a hoe in his hand, this sunset in the western mountains, looking at its appearance, but it seemed to be going to farm.

His gaze fell on the woman, and his complexion changed, and there was a hint of meanness on his honest face, only to hear him shout: "Widow Wang, why are you back again, you person who does not abide by women's morals, don't come to pollute Lao Tzu's eyes again!"

The man was about to fight, but Leng Xiao grabbed his wrist, only to feel that the force was not heavy, which showed that although he was angry, he did not want to hurt anyone.

So, Leng Xiao let go. When the man saw Leng Xiao, he couldn't help sneering a few times, and only said: "You woman, don't say anything about seducing your father-in-law, it's only been a few years, and you even brought back a fan, and you are embarrassing to the village!"

When the woman heard this, she immediately knelt on the ground and cried: "Uncle Li, Hong'er is not that kind of person, why do you want to wronged Hong'er!"

When the man heard this, he couldn't help but feel angry, raised his finger and shouted: "You woman, the truth is right in front of you, and you dare to say anything!

The woman was so drunk by him that she only sobbed and said no more, as if she had nothing to say.

Leng Xiao listened to the clouds and frowned slightly, obviously this woman also hid it from him, the widow of the king, Hong'er, turned out to be just one person.

Speaking of such things involving the face of her daughter's family, it is normal to conceal them, and what woman would speak out to others and say that she had an affair with others?

The man was probably in a hurry, and he didn't seem to want to talk to the woman more, although his words were fierce and his actions were fierce, he didn't use the hoe in his hand, and Leng Xiao didn't want to worry more about it.

He is just a passer-by in this demon spirit realm, and the real heartbreak is still this woman.

After the man walked away, only vaguely able to see a back, Leng Xiao suddenly heard the man's soft voice: "This woman, if she is really blind, she looks at the yellow muscles on his face, which is not as good as Lao Tzu!"

He thought he had gone far away, and his voice was soft, but he still fell into Leng Xiao's ears, if it weren't for Leng Xiao, if he hadn't met Leng Xiao, how could he have left so safely if someone else was here today.

Leng Xiao pulled the woman up, and after the woman hurriedly stood up, she shook off Leng Xiao's hand and kept a little distance. Tears fell to the ground, wrapped in dust and shattered bones.

After taking a few steps, she said softly again: "Engong Mo is worried about Uncle Li, he has no intention. ”

Leng Xiao only responded lightly, and he could hear that there was some crying in the woman's voice.

Seeing that Leng Xiao was indifferent and speechless, she said again with a hint of trembling: "Engong, concubine...... Not the kind of unclean people who make themselves right. ”

Leng knows. ”

Hearing Leng Xiao casually, the woman smiled dismally and sighed in a voice that only she could hear: "No, you don't know." ”

She was already afraid of seeing the villagers, and she was afraid that she would be dug up when she came back to bury her father, so it happened that the cemetery in the village was on the back mountain, so she begged Leng Xiao to take her directly to fly over.

Leng Xiao followed her and took her to the back mountain.

After seeing the tombstone in the middle of the mountain, the woman finally couldn't help crying again, she walked to a corner that no one cared about, digging the soil with her bare hands, Leng Xiao didn't help, only guarded on the side.

Grinding the fingertips into the blood, she didn't seem to notice.

After burying her father, she couldn't even stand a tombstone, for fear of being discovered, and finally ended up being dug up.

In the end, he just built two stones on the flat land, hoping to shelter the old father from the wind and rain.

After that, the woman begged Leng Xiao to take her back to the thatched hut, Leng Xiao helped her clean up the body and repaired the thatched hut for her, at least it would no longer leak through the wind and rain.

Before leaving, she only kowtowed to Leng Xiao again and again, and the poor person was lonely here for the rest of her life.

The woman looked at Leng Xiao's back, perhaps in her ups and downs in life, only meeting Leng Xiao could be regarded as some comfort.

Leng Xiao's thoughts flowed gently, widow Wang, Hong'er, village chief, father-in-law, forcibly occupying fields and cultivating cattle, etc., slowly circulated in his mind, and Hong'er's face appeared in front of him, and he knew that there must be many unknown things in it.

He could have found out who dared to disobey and who dared to speak out with his cultivation? Maybe in the end, the village chief was a heinous person and was executed by him, or maybe the woman was lying and deceived him again, but what if he got the truth?

He is not the enforcer of this rivers and lakes, in the final analysis, he is just an ordinary person who can't even control his own fate, and can only find a fallen leaf to live in this wave.

Leng Xiao went up this barren mountain again, although the mountain was barren, it was just right for him to cultivate, but he was not in a hurry to cultivate, but ran back and forth in this mountain, looking for human and animal traces.

I searched for seven or eight mountains, but I didn't find a trace of any living thing, and perhaps the only living thing was the grass and trees that kept withering.

That's all he could help the woman. Just searching for the mountains has delayed him for a few days, and he has also experienced several times of prosperity and withering.

Amazed in his heart, he walked over to a piece of grass and trees.

A moment ago, this grass and tree was still full of life, but no matter how he explored it at this moment, this grass and tree definitely had no signs of life, and it had already died.

Leng Xiao frowned slightly, and a trace of dazedness and thought flashed in his eyes.

He sat cross-legged on the edge of a large tree, calmed down, and put his hand against the thick trunk.

I felt that the inside of the trunk was empty, as if only a piece of bark remained, and there was a hollow inside.

Time passed breath by breath, and Leng Xiao did not make waves on his face, he felt it breath by breath. He may have fought for this day and cultivated with all his might, but there was always a strange feeling in his heart, which made him unable to let go for a long time.

At this moment, it is night, the world is lonely, there is not a trace of insects, there is not a trace of birds and beasts. Even his heart was beating so abruptly at this moment, as if thunder was ringing in his ears.

There was no aura flowing in his palm, and his aura seemed to cease to exist, just like a mortal, ethereal, just like this, his palm was gently pressed on the trunk of the tree, but he could clearly feel every trace of change in the tree.

I don't know how long it has been, the world is still dark, he has not opened his eyes, but he can feel this darkness, as if he is this tree.

He could feel that in the rhizomes of the great tree, suddenly a trace of vitality bloomed, if this vitality was only weak as a drizzle at first, then it grew stronger, and became a mountain stream, a great river, a great river, a great river, a great sea, and became an ocean, flowing through every inch of the tree's muscles in an instant.

Leng Xiao seemed to be able to see the inside of the tree, the wood gradually filled, filling the empty shell, and then, like a stone thrown into the water—

rippling up, round and round annual rings.

The annual ring should be the precipitation of its years, a round of achievements in a year, and a season of spring and autumn is a reincarnation.

But at this moment, it seems to have gone through thousands of years in a flash, and the secret of that annual ring is like a star in the sky, like the hair of a cow, even if it is cultivated by Leng Xiao, it is difficult to remember.

He had put all his heart and soul into it, but it was difficult to see through this seemingly ordinary tree, and perhaps, it was not just this tree.

Leng Xiao no longer struggled to open his eyes wide, no longer tried to immerse himself in this big tree, and all the scenery in front of him suddenly rose hazy, but suddenly became extremely clear.

The vision was no longer inside the tree, but the whole mountain.

He seemed to have become the land, patiently, calmly, and with a little relief at the birth of every life that was born on his back.

A grass, a tree, a flower, a stone.

Perhaps, even a speck of dust has its life.

The willow leaves bud, the safflower blooms, the green grass is like grass, and the stubborn stones are crawling with moss, as if there are a pair of wise eyes......

He also grows, and over time, with this obscurity, he has seen all over the mountains, all over the mountains. His mind was empty, his heart was like water, and there was not a single thought.

I don't know how long it has been, but he suddenly remembered a bell in his ears, as if a monk was trying to hit the bell and deaf his ears.

He was shocked, and he kept shrinking, two mountains, one mountain, until he was back in the tree.

There seemed to be an endless dead silence in front of me, the rings were dense, I don't know how many, but it was lying there quietly, no longer changing, no longer dazzling.

Leng Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, and there were already flowers in front of him, and the aura was already thick as pulp, which made people feel refreshed.

There was a dazedness and a hint of depth in his eyes, and he muttered: "The way of time is eternal at a glance." Ruthless years, a thousand years in an instant. ”