Mr. Jiang is not driving today

... Jinjie Mountain is near Hongfeng Village?

Jiang Xun didn't hesitate any more, turned around and stepped out of the ruined temple with flickering lights. He stepped lightly on the threshold with his toes, and his body was submerged in the darkness without the moonlight and stars shining.

I don't know when the thin snow particles began to float outside, and they penetrated into the back of the neck and cuffs of the person, stripping away the heat of the person's skin little by little, leaving only the frozen core.

Jiang Xun couldn't tell where the ocean-like despair in his heart originated. Maybe it came from himself a hundred years ago, or maybe it came from the self-pity and self-injury of having no family when he was young. Study carefully.The night, as thick as ink, surrounded him and tensed his nerves imperceptibly. Within twenty steps, his usual fear of the dark broke out again.

His legs began to weaken, his heart beat faster, his whole body was hot but he could not shed a drop of sweat, he barely managed to walk another seven or eight steps, the road ahead was long and dark, with no light source in sight, as if he was going to take Jiang Xun to the bone and flesh devoured in.

No... hurry up... find Hongfeng Village quickly...

Yin Wutang said that they only found clues that Grandma and Abi lived nearby, but they haven't been able to find the exact location yet.

Fortunately, they did not enter the temple, fortunately, they did not see the auspicious flag that their grandmother hung up for them to wish and pray for blessings...

The pressure accumulated for several months leaked out bit by bit oppressively from the depths of his bone marrow, making it difficult for him to walk, and even his hearing was much slower, and he could only vaguely hear a voice calling him.

——Jiang Xun...Jiang Xun...

Jiang Xun couldn't walk anymore, the pain between his brows was unbearable, and there seemed to be a powerful water pump running in his mind.He knelt down with Yin Yang on one knee, gasping for breath, until a thunderous call sounded close at hand: "...Qin Mu!"

Jiang Xun was taken aback, conditioned reflex made him turn around and push Yin Yang out with spiritual force, the tip of the umbrella gleaming with silver light slid past the visitor's side neck, inserted into the clothes on his side shoulder, The person was firmly nailed to the tree on one side, and the expanding spiritual force field blew the scattered snow from the branches to the sky. The hard snow particles brushed against the person's cheeks, like small hexagonal edges stabbed, and cut two or three thin bloody openings there.

There was a fire burning by Yin Wutang's side, he looked at Jiang Xun in shock, and after a moment of stunned, he raised his mouth slightly, and said mockingly: "Every time I am attacked by you, it is always when I am closest to you."

Jiang Xun took a few breaths before recovering, put down Yin and Yang in embarrassment, and apologized: "I... have been too tense these days, and I have troubled you."

Yin Wutang smiled nonchalantly, ignored the torn clothes on his shoulders, opened the Pill Palace, and found out some ochre-red shimmering seeds, Chong Jiangxun opened his hand, like a spark holding one hand, in the silence and darkness Li Yuetiao: "These real fire seeds are for you, keep them well, and activate them with spiritual power when you are driving at night, one at a time, it will float by your side and give you light."

Jiang Xun stretched out his right hand, and Yin Wutang clasped the palm holding the tinder upside down in Jiang Xun's palm. When his hands joined together, he couldn't help himself for a while, and suddenly grabbed Jiang Xun's wrist with his backhand, and pulled the person towards him. Pull it in your arms.

...But after all, I couldn't hug it.

Jiang Xun's left hand reached Yin Wutang's chest in time, stopping his movement, and a playful light flashed in his eyes: "Mr. Yin, is it inappropriate to act like this?"

Yin Wutang's star-like pupils flickered, he let go of Jiang Xun's wrist, and took a step back: "Young Master Jiang is right, I was reckless."

Jiang Xun was not very angry, but was slightly surprised.He knew that Yin Wutang had been a bit inexplicably masochistic since he was a child, and he also had some weird thoughts about himself.Just like what Yin Wuqian said, the two had a bad relationship from the very beginning, if we talk about real friendship, it is probably only Zhu Xu's time, not counting the fight in the school.At other times, Yin Wutang seldom entangled himself, so Jiang Xun thought that Yin Wutang and Yin Wutang were just nodding acquaintances.And now that Yin Wutang is no longer the brat who caught Gong Yi's pain and trampled on him in the past, Jiang Xun naturally thought that his feelings for him would gradually fade away.

He wanted to ask Yin Wutang what he was thinking, but he saw the man smiling brightly, with a slightly nervous expectation in his eyes: "...you...don't call me Mr. Yin, call me a rabbit. It sounds kinder. "

Jiang Xun: "..."

That's all, there are so many things about feelings, how can they be easily explained clearly.

However, talking to Yin Wutang is still good, at least Jiang Xun is no longer as flustered as before.

Thinking about it carefully, Bo Shanzi and his party are tracking Grandma and Abi, and they must have found the news along the way the theater troupe walked.When Jiang Xun gave himself to traffickers with a bowl and a half of corn, it was a time of famine, and everyone in the village was in danger. No one would remember the name of an ordinary child. As long as he found Hongfeng Village before them, Tell grandma, don't admit to others that you have such a picked-up grandson, and let her take Abi to move away from Hongfeng Village, so that the disaster can be avoided.

After making up his mind, Jiang Xun put his hand on Yin Wutang's shoulder graciously, and patted it like a buddy: "Okay, rabbit, I have to go. I have something urgent."

Yin Wutang smiled: "Okay, be careful on the road. But the real fire seeds I gave you, you don't want to use them tonight."

Jiang Xun knew what he meant.Bo Shanzi and the others are leading people to search the vicinity of Jinjie Mountain overnight. This place is already remote. If they use their spiritual power and ignite a fire, they will definitely become suspicious and come to investigate.

Just now Bo Shanzi and the others ran into the Yin family brothers in front of the ruined temple because they saw the flames from afar.

If they found themselves and followed them to Hongfeng Village, they would be in big trouble.

Jiang Xun glanced back at the heavy darkness, still couldn't stop feeling weak, but at this moment, a ray of light ignited from behind him, like a morning sun piercing through the mist, scorching his back with warmth. people.

A real fire danced in Yin Wutang's palm, reflecting half of his face and the ground covered with a thin layer of snow as bright as haze. With the mobilization and strengthening of his spiritual power, the light became more and more dazzling, and the scope of the light became wider and wider. The farther away, Jiang Xun could clearly see a hundred meters away.

Holding the sun in his hand, he smiled at Jiang Xun and said, "Go quickly. Walk in the shadows, there is light by your side, you won't fall, and it won't be easy to be found."

Jiang Xun restrained and nodded politely: "Thank you."

After Jiang Xun's figure was submerged in the shadow of the fire, he walked hundreds of meters, and the light was still there.

He looked back, and there was only a glowing faint spot left in the vast snow field. The snow didn't reach the light spot, and it melted away as soon as it got close to him.

. . . he was like a street lamp.

Jiang Xun lowered his head, didn't think about it, jumped into the wind and snow, stepped on the snow without a trace, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Yin Wutang stood upright in the snow for an entire hour.

He didn't know how far Jiang Xun had gone. He was hiding in the shadows and could not see any traces, which made Yin Wutang very relieved.

——It’s good if you don’t see him, if you can’t see him, those people won’t find him.

Under the training of Ji Yunxi for many years, his body is straight, his posture is as straight as a poplar, and the hairband that tied his long hair flutters in the wind, until he heard the sound of deep and shallow footsteps walking towards him, he did not move. In the slightest, the flames in his palm became brighter and more vigorous, and the tongue of fire rolled down and down in his palm, transforming into a lively rabbit.

Bo Shanzi and the others followed the trail when they noticed a light source and traces of spiritual power flowing here. They couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when they saw that it was Yin Wutang again.The disciples put away their unsheathed treasures, Bo Shanzi bowed his hands politely again and said, "Young Master Yin? Don't you live in a ruined temple?..."

Yin Wutang still looked at the direction where Jiang Xun was leaving, and smiled softly: "...Just look at the snow scene."

Bao Shanzi was puzzled, he looked in the direction of the light, but he couldn't see anything, and he couldn't sense the flow of spiritual power. There was only a flat snow field, emitting pure hail light amidst the flames.

……

Jiang Xun arrived at Hongfeng Village in the early morning.

It's not hard to find here, just ask any woodcutter passing by.

But I don't know if it's because of the timidity of being close to the hometown, the more Jiang Xun got to the entrance of the village, the more hesitant he was.

...how should I put it?With such a completely different face from the past, how can I convince my grandmother and Abi that I am the Jiang Xun back then?

The guide soul in Fanghe Pavilion imported the memories of the past one hundred lives into his brain, and shared their sorrows, joys and pains. Therefore, he and Jiang Xun in the first life had the same emotions, and their memories matched, which also led to , even with the clear sounds of chickens and dogs and the morning air with a strong smell of snow and hail, Jiang Xun still has a strong sense of unreality as he walks through the winding path.

Last night's snow melted water, turning the rice paddies into muddy fields.At this time, there were already farmers who got up early to go to work, and they all peeked at Jiang Xun who was dressed in black black clothes curiously, and chatted with his companions beside him.

When passing a mill, a young girl in a heavy cloth was holding a roll of bamboo, stood under a maple tree, and greeted Jiang Xun with a smile: "Where did this gentleman come from? Just look at it." Woolen cloth."

Jiang Xun lowered his head, a smile curled up on the corner of his lips.

...Abi.

The life I bought with a bowl and a half of corn is now standing gracefully in front of me, and I ask with a sweet smile, where did I come from.

...It's so good, it's such a good feeling that the old man is still alive.

He raised his hand to touch his side face, and replied with a smile: "It's just a passerby."

Abi tilted her head in doubt, and looked at Jiang Xun's back with curiosity in her eyes. Jiang Xun left her behind and walked away, walking along the road in his memory.

He supported the wet and cold wall, and his fingers slowly brushed the frost that had condensed between the bricks and stones.

The pattern of the village has never changed. Jiang Xun has gone around in more than 100 generations of reincarnation, each of which is different, but everything in this world remains unchanged, waiting for his visit again and again.

Pushing open the dilapidated firewood door, Jiang Xun did not dare to step on the threshold, only looking at the small courtyard with three rooms, his throat was slightly tight and astringent.

The people in the house heard the creaking sound of the door being pushed open, and started to get out. The heavy footsteps were accompanied by the sound of the bamboo stick knocking on the ground, hitting the stone floor crisply, and the continuous sound was like knocking on a wooden fish. old monk.

A face whose cheeks were scratched repeatedly by the hands of time appeared at the door of the dark hall.Jiang Xun clearly saw that the old man's eyes were covered with a thin blue cloud, and the pupils were scattered and unable to focus.

She tilted her ears, tremblingly trying to identify the person's location: "... who is it?"

...grandmother... blind?

Jiang Xun couldn't tell what mood he was in for a while, but all the complicated emotions soon returned to calm and joy.

...At least, grandma won't feel sad and surprised by her face that has no trace of the past.

Jiang Xun felt relieved and didn't answer, he jumped into the door, just took two steps, the sixtieth old man's face showed an unusual brilliance, as if light was about to shine through the thin layer of shadow: "...Xun? Is Xiao Xun back?"