In those years, the cultivators we cut together

Luocheng is not far from the capital of the Song Dynasty. He rode all the way south along the official road. After walking all night, he arrived in Luocheng at dawn the next day. Lin Xiaolu bid farewell to Qian Shishi and continued to Donggua Village. move forward in the direction.

Lin Xiaolu actually didn't know the way very well, but fortunately he still had a vague impression, and after asking all the way, he arrived at the picturesque but remote and poor Donggua Village at noon that day.

In the endless green melon fields, the young man was riding a horse, hugging a duck, and driving comfortably. Many farmers who were doing farm work in the field looked at him curiously, and many children looked at him.

Lin Xiaolu looked around, but found no acquaintances in his memory, and continued to drive along the route he remembered.

In a blur, he walked through a pine forest and jumped over a stream, and then he drove his horse to an earthen house overgrown with weeds.

"Appreciate~"

Shaking the reins, jumping off the horse, Lin Xiaolu walked into the dilapidated house he remembered.

Shuai Shuai Duck followed behind him without saying a word. It felt that the boss seemed to be in a strange mood now. It didn't know whether it was because he was excited to go home or remembered something unpleasant. In short, he had better not speak now, otherwise he would be easily beaten.

Lin Xiaolu walked into the bare-walled, musty-smelling house, walked around inside, with a nostalgic expression on his face.

Every inch of this place has memories that belong to him.

He looked around, and finally set his sights on a pile of scattered discarded objects, and there was a half-remaining tablet inside.

Picking up the tablet, Lin Xiaolu looked at it quietly, recalling some childhood events in his mind.

It was still snowing heavily.

In order to allow my younger sister to survive that winter, I used all the wood in the house to burn for warmth, and finally even started to burn my parents' tablet after burning all the wood. Fortunately, the storyteller appeared in time to stop him.

But it was still a step too late, the mother's tablet was burned, and only half of the father's tablet was burned.

I remember at that time, when I was six years old, I uttered an immature roar in the face of my husband's stop:

"My sister is about to freeze to death! I still manage the tablet!

The living are gone, who has time to control the dead! "

Two sentences, stop Mr. directly.

After a long time, Lin Xiaolu came back to his senses, touched the half piece of tablet in his hand, saw that there was only half of it left and the name was blackened by the flames, he took a deep breath, and then put it into his backpack.

This is the only thing he thinks about in this family.

One of the purposes of coming back this time is to get back this half of the tablet.

The 16-year-old boy revisited his old place and saw the old things again. He couldn't help thinking about others, feeling sad, but when he was full of emotions, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Lin Tianba!"

Lin Xiaolu was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to look, and was pleasantly surprised:

"Xiaobo?"

I saw a country boy who was two years older than Lin Xiaolu standing outside the house.

The boy rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and then said pleasantly, "Brother Ba, is it really you? Are you not dead?"

"Haha, Xiaobo, long time no see!"

Lin Xiaolu happily stepped forward and gave the boy a big hug, and laughed loudly: "It's great to see you again, I almost forgot what you look like."

The boy in front of him was named Zhao Xiaobo, who was his former playmate. At that time, he often asked Xiaobo to call him Lin Tianba, because he felt that the name Lin Xiaolu was not powerful enough.

"Long time no see, Xiaobo, why are you here?"

The dark-skinned country boy looked at him, and replied in the same pleasant surprise: "I saw a horse standing in front of your house, so I came to have a look out of curiosity."

As he said that, the boy's eyes suddenly turned red, and he said, "Brother Ba, where have you been all these years? The villagers all thought you and Xiao Yu'er were dead."

"Hey, it's a long story, is old man Zhang still in the village?"

"It's still there, but he doesn't tell books now, he just stays in the house every day and doesn't come out. I don't know what he's doing." After speaking, the young man looked around and asked, "Where's Xiao Yuer?"

"She didn't come, this time I came alone." Lin Xiaolu smiled.

"Oh~" As he said that, the boy sized him up again, and asked curiously, "Brother Ba, are you a Taoist priest now?"

"Hey, I was young and ignorant at that time, and I became a Taoist priest when I made a mistake." Lin Xiaolu put his arm around Fa Xiao's shoulders, and laughed loudly: "Let's go, come with me to find old man Zhang."

The boy scratched his head when he heard the words, and said awkwardly: "Brother Ba, I haven't finished planting the seedlings yet."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the horses outside the door, and said with a somewhat cautious expression: "Brother Ba, you have become a big shot now, and you have horses."

Lin Xiaolu paused at first when he heard the words, then he keenly noticed the restraint in the young man's eyes, and was startled.

After a while, he smiled softly: "This horse is for you."

"Ah?" Zhao Xiaobo's mouth was round and wide, hesitantly said: "Brother Ba, this, this is too expensive, it's worth a lot of money, I can't buy such a horse for several years."

"Haha, it's okay." Lin Xiaolu took the hand of his childhood playmate and said with a warm smile: "When you were young, you fooled around with me every day, and your mother beat you a lot. What good is it, you can accept this horse."

As he said that, he patted the young man on the shoulder and said with a smile: "If you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can go to Emei to find your elder brother, and your elder brother can solve it for you."

"Brother Ba, I..."

"Okay, don't be embarrassed." Lin Xiaolu smiled kindly: "I'll go find old man Zhang first, and take you to a restaurant in the town to have a big meal tonight. We haven't seen each other for almost ten years. We must eat more today. A few bowls, if you are not full, you will not return."

He actually doesn't know many people in Donggua Village, and his relationship with those adults is not very good. Zhao Xiaobo is his only partner, so now that he sees him, he naturally needs to take care of him.

Lin Xiaolu continued chatting with him for a while, and then let the young man feel at ease to take his horse away, and then went straight to the house where the storyteller was.

He has too many questions to ask Mr. Storyteller.

With the handsome duck, Lin Xiaolu ran all the way, searching for memories and came to a dilapidated earthen house, shouting while running: "Old man Zhang! I'm back!"

He came to the house and pushed open the door excitedly.

Then, instantly confused!

I saw a big black coffin in the center of the main room of the house!

……

……

Lin Xiaolu stood there in a daze, and it took him a while to react, and he shouted a few more times, but still no one responded to him, and finally he could only cast his eyes on the big coffin in front of him.

The handsome duck at the side hesitated and said: "Boss, the storyteller you mentioned seems to be dead."

Lin Xiaolu pursed her lips and said nothing, raised her hand to touch the coffin, her eyes flickered.

It can be predicted that the storyteller Mr. Li Mingru, his boss, should be an expert in the world, how could he say that he will die if he dies?

He touched the coffin board, hesitating whether to open the coffin to have a look, but just as his hand touched it, the handsome duck beside him suddenly screamed:

"Boss, there is a letter on the altar!"

Lin Xiaolu was startled, and immediately let go of his hand, took the letter in the past and opened it directly.

And when he saw the letter, he was stunned again.

The letter is very short, only a few sentences:

"Lin Xiaolu, if you dare to open the coffin, I will take you away!

I know you have a lot of questions, don't ask, if you ask, I'm already dead, and the dead are the greatest!

After returning to Emei, remember to practice martial arts well, hang out with your boss Li Mingru, don't miss me, maybe we will meet in another world in the future. "

After reading the contents of the letter, Lin Xiaolu asked in confusion: "Another world? Is it hell?"

Shuai Shuai Ya nodded: "Probably so."