Fellow!Stop!

Children without parents are pitiful, and it is even more difficult for a five-year-old orphan without parental care to survive in the world.

Being labeled as "restraining father and mother", Han Xia has no one to help, and the little child can hardly survive.

Going out from the small gate at the north corner of Qinglanzhuang, there is a long street.There are often porters and small vendors carrying poles passing by outside, and tenants in the village often go there to find small vendors to exchange things.

Han Xia was only a little girl, and he couldn't do heavy work in the village, and he often couldn't do light work, so he had to go to the small gate in the north corner every morning and evening to beg for food when there were a lot of people on the street. Income and handouts from passers-by live by.

Occasionally, there are well-meaning tenants who, seeing a child in rags, will give him a piece of pancake or steamed bun from time to time.But they didn't want to get close to him, because Han Xia's parents died of tuberculosis, Han Xia was short of food and clothing, and his weak body was even weaker. He would cough and shiver in bad weather.

The children around who could talk to him before listened to what the adults said, and they were even more unwilling to get close to him.

Han Xia's body became worse and worse with the weather after autumn. When the autumn wind blew, his small body shrank into a ball, and his clothes were worn out and couldn't keep him warm. When winter came, he would cough violently whenever the north wind blew.

This year, the winter in Quanzhou was extremely cold.It is often cloudy and rainy, and the cold rain pours the air into the bone.

In three days, it will be New Year's Eve, but no matter how frugal Han Xia is, he still can't fill the pot with food.Yesterday, when the New Year's goods were distributed in Zhuangzi, he got a small piece of bacon and a pack of crispy candies.He hid them all in clay pots under the stove, so that no mouse would come and steal them in the middle of the night.

Han Xia was dizzy. Since the twelfth lunar month, he had contracted the wind and cold. His body was hot and cold, and he was in a daze when he got burned.There was a rare fine snow in Quanzhou the night before, and the temperature dropped suddenly. Han Xia's high fever never went down after this winter snow.

He bit his pale lips, moved from the bed to the floor with difficulty, and wanted to put the two white flour steamed buns on the table into the earthenware pot. They were given by Aunt Zhang who lived closest to him. Aunt Zhang is a rare kind person. But she is a widow, and she still has three or four children to raise, so she can't do anything to help Han Xia. If it weren't for the Chinese New Year, Aunt Zhang would not be able to save this ration to send him.

Han Xia hadn't eaten for three days, and he really couldn't bear it.Thinking of Xi's vicious look every time he ate, and thinking of seeing Xi soon, he just wanted to leave everything he could eat to him.

Facing Xie's company day and night during the Chinese New Year, he couldn't give him any more in return.The only thing that can be given is the food saved by starvation.

The soles of the shoes were almost worn out. Han Xia stepped on the thin shoes that were about to be worn out, and the chill on the ground crawled along the soles of his feet.

so cold...

so hungry...

But... I really want to see you...

I left all the delicious food, brother Xi...can you...come to see me a few days earlier?

Han Xia staggered a few steps and was about to touch the steamed buns on the table, but his whole body seemed to be on fire.A surge of dizziness hit, Han Xia gritted her teeth and stood for a while, then fell limply beside the table and closed her dull eyes.He really wanted to struggle and get up, but unfortunately, he couldn't even get any strength out of his body.

From time to time outside, the sound of firecrackers set off by children in advance to celebrate the New Year can be heard, the shouts of adults and the joyful cheers of children permeate the twilight when thousands of lights have been lit.

When Aunt Zhang opened the door and came in, she saw Han Xia who had fallen to the ground and passed out.When she came to deliver steamed buns during the day, she saw Han Xia's little face was flushed, and she left two steamed buns in a hurry and went home after a lot of family affairs.But after thinking about it, she was still worried. Han Xia seldom went out recently. Aunt Zhang guessed that the little guy was seriously ill, so she hurried over to visit him after dinner.When he saw it, he saw that Han Xia was so burned that he lost his sanity.

"Xia'er!" Aunt Zhang's exclamation accompanied the cold winter wind and the fine snow that drifted into the house with the wind, echoing in the old house with four walls.

In a panic, she picked up Han Xia, who was in a daze of fever. The five-year-old's body was skinny and her body temperature was frighteningly high.Aunt Zhang quickly put Han Xia on the bed, wrapped the worn quilt and an old clothes on him, and called several nearby families to invite the doctor from the village.

"Ah... I can't be saved, my body is too weak, I'm so hungry, I can't make it through." The doctor felt Han Xia's pulse and shook his head repeatedly, which had almost stopped beating.

Aunt Zhang sat at the head of Han Xia's bed, wiping her tears with calloused hands, and stayed by his side for less than an hour before Han Xia's aura dissipated.

Aunt Zhang got up, looked up and saw two steamed buns on the table, hesitated for a moment whether to take them home for the children at home to eat.In the end, she still bit her lip, and with a cruel heart, she found an empty bowl and put them under it, and brought the old censer with paint peeled off that she used to hold funerals for Mrs. Liu, and stuck a stick of incense into it. In a blink of an eye, he saw a straw grasshopper placed by Han Xia's bedside, so he took it and put it next to the incense burner.

Han Xia is an orphan with no father and no mother, no one in the village will hold a funeral for him, so it would be a good idea to get him a hasty burial in a thin coffin.Aunt Zhang couldn't bear it, so she gave him these two steamed buns as a sacrifice.

"Poor baby, go. In your next life, remember to invest in a wealthy family. Be a young master. You won't have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of your life."

The matter of fate is really unpredictable in the world.When you glance at it inadvertently, it has come to your life. When you try your best and even give everything to meet you, it passes you by with a slight smile.

There are only three days left before the one-year appointment can be made.

With only three days and nights left, Han Xia will be able to see Xi for the last time at the end of his life.

If the world is ruthless, it cannot compare to the ruthlessness of time.No matter how many tears are shed, it still won't stay for anyone.

The sun and the moon rotated three times, and the young man in black wrapped in the winter wind pushed away the old house that should have seemed like a beautiful spring day to him.

However, when he faced the empty old house, Xi did not see the little person he was looking forward to so much in his heart.

Xi took a deep breath. He could smell the aroma of food and the smell of dust in the air, but he couldn't smell Han Xia's familiar scent with a faint childish scent.

A sense of uneasiness slowly rose from the bottom of his heart, which made his irresistible instinct in the face of food seem to be a little out of order.

Xi slowly opened the upside-down bowl on the table, the desire for food in his body forced him to pick up a steamed bun under the bowl and stuff it into his mouth.

Something's... not right.The old house was unusually quiet.

Xi felt more and more uneasy. When he numbly picked up the remaining steamed bun and began to chew slowly for the first time in his life, his ears couldn't help moving.

The voices of the woman and several children floated into my ears along with the bleak winter wind.

"Mother, do you think Xia'er will come to us in the middle of the night?" The soft voice belonged to a child, but it wasn't Han Xia.

"Don't talk nonsense, Xia'er has passed away. He was buried in Zhuangzi." The woman's voice trembled.

When Xi's figure was struck by lightning when he heard the word "passed away", he couldn't help shaking violently. His pupils shrank suddenly, and the hand holding the steamed bun suddenly shook, and the half of the steamed bun slipped from his hand.

Yes, he heard right!He couldn't have heard it wrong!

As long as he wanted to, he could hear the sound of a needle falling in the grass hundreds of miles away.

That little one is gone!

Those who would sweetly call him brother, only belonged to his children, are no longer alive! !

He will never see Han Xia again! !

After recovering from the shock and realizing this, Xi Zhuan turned into a cloud of black smoke and rushed out of the door. The powerful force brought up the surrounding airflow and lifted half of the roof of the old house, and the tiles rolled up in an arc in the air. It fell and fell to pieces.

He didn't know why he suddenly went crazy, he just wanted to fly over all the households in Qinglan Manor, trying to confirm this heartbreaking news from people's daily chats after dinner.

With all her monster power, Xi barely resisted the louder and louder firecrackers at Thirty Nights, and the black whirlwind roared and swept through every house in Qinglan Manor.The gravel on the ground was swept by the gust of wind, and the windows of many tenants' houses were smashed in an instant.

His Han Xia is gone!

The demon power was almost lost by the sound of firecrackers, but Ke Xi didn't care.

The fact that Han Xia had died gave him a taste of what it was like to have a bleeding heart.

He didn't mean to, he didn't think to destroy anything.But the uncontrollable sadness and the resentment of missing the last side of this life with Han Xia made the monster power in his body arouse the spiritual energy of the earth to surge, and then turned into a hurricane. All the land in Qinglanzhuang was overturned by the hurricane. The wind roared, and all the fields could not withstand the hurricane's attack, and were destroyed in an instant.For a long time, there was an earthy smell of soil in the air.

It is true that Xi only appears fifteen days a year, but his demon power persists day and night, lurking in the aura of the earth and always alive.He tried his best to see Han Xia, even if it was his soul.

He has crossed the clouds, swam across the ocean, flew over the mountains, and skimmed the swamps. Every inch of the sky and every inch of land left traces of him looking for and calling Han Xia.

However, even if he exhausted all his monster power, he couldn't find any information about Han Xia.

His obsession and longing for Han Xia, and his relentless search but never got a response, caused a monstrous resentment in his body, and this resentment was closely entangled with the aura of the earth.

Xi knew that Han Xia was starved to death due to lack of food, so he had an uncontrollable aversion to food in his heart. Every time he regained consciousness and remembered Han Xia and recovered a certain amount of demon power, he would involuntarily set off a hurricane After destroying every piece of land in Quanzhou, he fell into a deep sleep after the demon power dissipated.

——I blame every inch of land here, every grain of wheat, and every piece of green, because they cannot nourish you, and I blame... myself, my existence...

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The memory of the old house gradually faded with the roar and sorrow in Xi's heart, and the four people in the room looked at the past that had happened, and remained silent.Each of them has an indescribable heaviness in their hearts.

There was a gust of cold wind passing by the window, rolling up countless large and small gravel on the ground, hitting the walls of the old house, and then fell silent, as if someone was sighing.

This is fate, and it cannot be changed, and even going back in time will not help.

It seems that everyone who has experienced this is at fault, and it seems that no one should bear what is happening now for this fault.

Xuan Yi spoke first, with a hint of hoarseness in his voice: "What should we... do?"

Meng Che's cold voice sounded immediately: "Wait."

Hanzhen Sanren couldn't help but sighed, Situ Wulin held his hand silently and said, "That's right, wait until the next wind disaster occurs. Only when the wind disaster occurs, can we find Xi's real body." Hanzhen Sanren and Situ Wu Lin has been hunting around for more than ten years, and has much more experience in facing all kinds of monsters than Xuan Yi and Meng Che.

Xuan Yi nodded, lowered his eyes and stared at the table in a daze.Meng Che glanced at him, took his hand and walked out of the house silently. He knew that Xuan Yi had always been soft-hearted and would feel sad when he saw such a tragedy, so he took him out of the old house so that he could get out of the environment just now. Feeling.

"What did the four of you discover?" Manager Fu was sitting on the old locust tree, seeing the four of them bow their heads and leave the old house one after another, he hurried forward and asked.

"Manager Fu, can you arrange a place for us nearby?" Xuan Yi asked.

"Nearby? Is... near this old house?" Manager Fu lowered his head and wiped his sweat.

Xuan Yi nodded affirmatively: "Yes, the closer the better."

"We can also move here to live temporarily." Hanzhen Sanren knew Xuan Yi's intentions, and politely said to the steward.

"Uh...Okay, okay. The distinguished guests may need to wait for a while, I will send someone to find someone nearby. If a few people don't give up, I have to feel wronged and squeezed a little bit."

"It's okay. I have to pay for my work." Xuan Yi saluted him slightly.

After half an hour, before Manager Fu hurried back to the old house, he said to the four people waiting: "The honored guest has been waiting for a long time, I invited a nearby family to live with other tenants temporarily, and freed up two rooms. The room. Uh...if the four of you can squeeze in a little bit..." Manager Fu wiped his sweat with his hand helplessly, he didn't understand why the four of them had to live in this old house when there was a clean and bright guest room in the village. nearby.However, he believed that an expert is an expert, and there must be a reason for doing so, so he still spoke politely and cautiously.

"I don't mind." Xuan Yi and Hanzhen Sanren spoke together, while Meng Che and Situ Wulin separated behind them had expressions of "Listen to the one in front, we can do whatever we want".

Manager Fu let out a sigh of relief unconsciously, and led the four of them towards the tenant's house.

"Guard Fu, may I ask how often the typhoon in Quanzhou will come?" Xuan Yi asked while following in the footsteps of Manager Fu.

Manager Fu stroked his goatee, and sighed helplessly, "Once in about ten days."

Situ Wulin interjected, "How many days ago was the last time you came here?"

Manager Fu frowned and recalled: "It will probably take seven or eight days."

Several people looked at each other, calculated in their hearts, and immediately knew.

In about two or three days, when the hurricane hits, they will be able to see Xi through the storm. Even if Xi can't show up, with the spiritual power of the four of them, they will definitely be able to get in touch with him.

Xuan Yi and Meng Che huddled together in a room, they washed with the well water in the yard, and then lay down with their clothes on.Xuan Yi put one arm on his forehead, staring at the beam with his eyes open, obviously not sleepy.

Meng Che was lying flat at first, but when he heard the slight sigh from the person beside him, he turned sideways and put a hand on his waist and rubbed it lightly: "Can't sleep?"

"Hmm. I feel a little blocked." Xuan Yi's voice was very soft, and he seemed a little lonely in this cold and quiet winter night.

Many people will be involuntary because of fate.But those silent feelings will not disappear because of the twists and turns of fate.The longings and contributions of the past, whether dead or not, are real, full of tears and emotions of the deceased, buried in the soil and blown away in the wind with the passing of the body.

Xuan Yi: "Can we help them? Even if it's just to meet them once?"

Meng Che: "If you want, we will find a way to help them."

The two were silent for a while, but spoke at the same time.Xuan Yi's heart warmed when he heard Meng Che's words were similar to his, and he also turned sideways to face him.

There are no clouds in the night sky tonight, and a round of cold moon hangs high, spreading the cold and bright moonlight all over the earth, penetrating into the house through the thin wax paper of the windows, casting everything in the house into a layer of dim light.

Meng Che saw that Xuan Yi's eyes looked bright and charming in the darkness, and the focus in his eyes reflected his face, his heart was moved, he moved a little closer, and gently covered his thin lips.

This kiss does not contain a hint of sex, just like a warm candle in the cold winter, slow and delicate, the intimate entanglement and careful comfort between the lips and teeth.

Through the touch of each other's lips and tongue, Xuan Yi felt Meng Che's silent comfort, and was moved in his heart, so he took the initiative to deepen the kiss.

——He knew that he was in a bad mood, he knew what was in his heart.

What the lover loves, thinks what the other thinks... This kind of caring tenderness can understand each other's mind without even saying a word.

Meng Che usually talks less and has a cold temper.But this does not prevent them from communicating with each other. They do not know when they have reached the point where they can communicate without words.

This is the tacit understanding between lovers.

How lucky I am to be loved by you.

Xuan Yi took the initiative to hug Meng Che, and pressed his body closer to him.

At some point outside the window, there was a sound of wind, from low singing to whistling.

Meng Che's ears moved slightly, Xuan Yi hurriedly stopped kissing him and sat up on the bed.

There were extremely fine gravel began to slap on the paper window intermittently, making a "hissing" sound, and the frequency became more and more frequent.

The two couldn't help holding their breath, sitting on the bed and listening attentively.

But in a short while, this "hissing" sound turned into a "slapping" sound as the wind became more and more fierce. The small stones on the ground had been swept up by the strong wind, and began to move in this originally silent winter. It gradually reveals its sharp minions at night.

Xuan Yi's and Meng Che's gazes suddenly met: The wind disaster has come ahead of time!

They quickly got out of bed, took the saber by the bed and walked out of the house in a few steps to the yard.Between the front and back feet, Hanzhen Sanren and Situ Wulin also rushed over with swords in hand.

When Hanzhen Sanren saw the two, he frowned and said, "Perhaps the end of the year is approaching, Xi's monster power has become stronger, and the storm has come earlier."

In Xuan Yi's heart, he didn't really want the storm to strike in advance. He was thinking about whether there was any way to relieve Xi's resentment, but he didn't expect Xi to recover her demon power and consciousness in advance, which made them have to deal with it unprepared. Head-on collision.

The land in Quanzhou has been exhausted under the roar of evening resentment, the growth of crops has completely stagnated, and even the tenacious weeds are not easy to survive.If this continues, the people of Quanzhou will face hunger and plague.

At that time, more and more people will definitely feel the pain of Han Xia's starvation and the fear of facing death.

In a blink of an eye, the strong wind that howled in the air from time to time has turned into a hurricane.It is like an invisible giant beast, rolling and roaring in the air, and it overturns the whole land wherever it passes.Under the strong wind, everything in the yard was rolled up high and then fell to the ground. A bench that was not brought into the house in time was also among them. The strong force caused it to roll several times in the air. After being thrown off, it fell to the ground and was smashed to pieces.

Things kept falling on the ground, and there were continuous "cracking" sounds outside the yards of several nearby houses, but no one came out of the house again.

Suddenly, there was a crisp cracking sound behind him.

Xuan Yi, Meng Che, Hanzhen Sanren and Situ Wulin each used their spiritual power to stabilize their bodies and not be blown unstable by the strong wind.They struggled to raise their hands to cover the dust that kept hitting their faces, and looked up at the roof behind them.It turned out that a few unreinforced tiles on the roof were drawn into the wind and fell down, making harsh noises.

It seems that the tenants of Qinglanzhuang are used to this kind of thing. Now that they have a closer look at the house, they realize that the roof and walls of the house have been specially reinforced.

For three whole years, the people of Quanzhou lived in this state of frequent wind disasters.This is really... too miserable.

It can't go on like this, even if it's just for a while, since they came here, we must try our best to stop it in time.

The four of them didn't say much, and decided to use all their spiritual power to suppress the hurricane.

The four of them are not weak in cultivation, especially Meng Che's cultivation has reached the level of an immortal.And Situ Wulin and Hanzhen Sanren have also reached the Mahayana stage.Although Xuan Yi's cultivation was not as good as these three, but he used his own spirit-assisting talisman, and he could barely reach a level close to their spiritual power.

So, they took Meng Che as their spiritual eyes and stood in the middle, while the other three gathered around him to activate their spiritual power.

The three strands of spiritual power gathered at Meng Che's place, and a dazzling white spiritual light erupted instantly, forming a powerful beam of light that went straight to the sky, and then turned into thousands of spiritual beams that quickly radiated and spread around.

The original hurricane was gradually suppressed in these white spiritual spells, from hurricane to gale, and from gale to gale, and finally... scattered in the dark night, lurking and quiet.

And all kinds of things in the air that were swept up by the wind also fell to the ground one after another, and the crisp "crackling" sounded all around one after another.

When everything returned to silence again, the four of them collected their spiritual power.

They looked at each other, and they both saw worry in their eyes.

They have never seen an earth demon before, so they have no concept of its demon power.This time, when I fought against the earth spirit aroused by the opponent's resentment, I realized that I had underestimated the power of the earth monster before.

They combined the strength of the four of them to suppress it.What's more, one of them is still an immortal.

Shangxian only refers to the cultivation level of a person who cultivates immortals, but he does not leave the mortal body.It is still a little bit of a struggle to compete with the sons of the earth born from the spiritual power of the earth itself.

Xuan Yi gasped for a few breaths before recovering from the state of being close to full strength just now. At this moment, there was no sound in the surroundings. The wind disaster had just passed, and the surroundings were terribly quiet, only the breathing of the four people could be heard.

Realizing the strength of the earth demon, the four of them remained silent.

Next... what should I do?No one speaks in the dark night.

After a while, Meng Che's voice as cold as a mountain spring sounded: "Let's go to Han Xia's old house to see."

Xuan Yi, Hanzhen Sanren and Situ Wulin all recovered from the silence, looked up at him for a moment, and then agreed to go together.

After all, Meng Che's cultivation was much higher than theirs. Perhaps when he suppressed the wind disaster just now, he might have sensed something by virtue of his interaction with the aura of the earth.

Before the few people came to Han Xia's old house in stride, they were all taken aback.

When the four of them saw the old house in front of them, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.The old house was unscathed, not even a single tile fell off.Obviously it looked crumbling, but the old house was indeed as they had seen before, and nothing around it was damaged by the hurricane.

The door of the old house was half hanging on the door frame, still the same as when they left.Even though the resentment was uncontrollable, the good memory of the old house in Xi's heart actually made the place get the shelter of Xi's body under the ravages of several hurricanes.

Xuan Yi was the first to enter the house to have a look around, and confirmed that the house was also intact.

Xuan Yi looked at the dusty incense burner on the table and the yellowed straw grasshopper and sighed softly: "It seems that Xi's resentment is not easy to get rid of, as long as he has the strength to think of Han Xia, he will be so helpless." Endless tossing."

"It's not just resentment." Meng Che said suddenly.

Xuan Yi, Hanzhen Sanren and Situ Wulin were taken aback by his conclusion, and all looked at the old house at Meng Che.

"I just heard crying in the wind." Meng Che paused, recalling the heartbeat of the earth's spiritual energy he heard when he released his spiritual power just now: "He is very sad, and his sadness has not diminished after three years. It is a pity that people I can't understand his cries."

cry?

The three of them frowned.Crying means that there is a wish that has not been fulfilled, and it will accumulate and form resentment if it cannot be fulfilled for a long time.

Xi's wish is not difficult to guess, he probably wants to meet Han Xia, or to track down the whereabouts of Han Xia's soul.Maybe, if they fortify their defenses and fulfill their wishes, they will be able to curb this recurring typhoon disaster?

But Han Xia is dead, and Han Xia is an ordinary person. After death, his soul will be drawn by the karma of his life and immediately reincarnated.How would they allow Xi, the son of the earth, to meet the reincarnated Han Xia?

Thinking about this, the four of them couldn't help shaking their heads and sighing softly. They all felt that it was extremely difficult and almost impossible to do.

Situ Wulin suddenly shifted his gaze to Xuan Yi's face, recalling the memories of the old house he saw in the evening: "Han Xia himself is also a child with a lot of spirituality?" Time and evening inseparable?

Hanzhen Sanren looked at everything in the old house aimlessly, and after hearing Situ Wulin's words, he couldn't help but stare at the straw-woven grasshopper on the table for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Is this grasshopper made by Xi? The demon power remains?"

Listening to the words of these three people, Xuan Yi, who had been silent all the time, suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his heart.