Mr. Jiang is not driving today

Jiang Xun felt that his heart had become a sponge full of water, sore and swollen to the extreme. When he touched it lightly, an unspeakable emotion poured into his trachea, choking until his eyes were dizzy.

He squeezed out a smile first, and when he realized that the old man couldn't see at all, he took two hurried steps forward. The emotion that belonged to Jiang Xun of the first life flooded into his head like a tide, which is different from the modern one. The memories of his time in the orphanage were mixed together, driving Jiang Xun almost into confusion.

The old man was white-haired and chicken-skinned, and his eyes were indeed empty, but there were large patches of sad light blooming in the ravines.

She stretched out her right hand and grasped it out of thin air in the direction of Jiang Xun, as if she could grab Jiang Xun from the air and pull the young child in her memory into her arms.That hand has been completely eroded by the wind and candles of the years, because she has been weaving bamboo baskets for a living all the year round. It rises up like a crooked one, recording her hard work of the sun and the moon.

After only two steps, the rattan rope of the straw sandals stumbled the old man, and he fell forward suddenly. Jiang Xun was relieved, stepped forward quickly, and helped the old man's frail body that was about to fall down the steps.

Even so, her hand was still stretched forward, as if trying to catch a child of a dream that might collapse.

Jiang Xun grabbed the old man's rough palm and pressed it against his face.

The local accent has been completely changed, and the appearance has been lost. The children in Hongfeng Village in the past are no longer similar to themselves now.

He rubbed his face between the rough palms of the old man, rubbed them up and down with attachment, and said in a hoarse voice: "Old man, you are mistaken, I am not your grandson."

A trace of confusion flashed between the old man's brows and eyes, and he stroked his face back and forth with his callused palm, and muttered to himself in disappointment: "... Listen to the footsteps, it's obviously true. Xiao Xun doesn't like it. Cross the threshold well, always jump over..."

Jiang Xun turned his head and glanced at the high threshold of the farmhouse, and his throat felt astringent.

Everyone who has walked through 130 II is probably not a person who likes to cross the threshold.

He cleared the throat that seemed to be clogged with stagnant foreign matter, but grandma still couldn't believe it, fingers exuding a strong old man's smell brushed Jiang Xun's nose, lips and eyebrows, Jiang Xun didn't resist at all, and grandma let it go .

…After all, I have been boned and washed, and recreated as a human being, so it is impossible for the old people to recognize me.

Who would have thought that with the gentle temptation, the old man's eyes were covered with mist layer after layer, and finally, a drop of round old tears rolled down quietly.

Before Jiang Xun could ask anything in the future, he was suddenly drawn into the arms of a skinny man exuding a faint fragrance of bamboo strips. He was slapped hard on the back several times. On Jiang Xun's heart.

The old man's body couldn't bear such a drastic emotional change, the bamboo stick in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, and his body was about to fall, Jiang Xun also took advantage of the opportunity to kneel and sit on the ground with her, leaning forward as much as possible. Go, hold up the crumbling grandma.

The heavy slap that seemed to punish a disobedient child crackled on Jiang Xun's body.Grandma's tears rolled down one by one with the slaps, and the old yellow tears fell zigzagging along the wrinkles on the face.

The strength and range of the slapping became lighter and lighter, and finally turned into a slapping of reluctance, the same strength as coaxing a baby to sleep, so gentle that people couldn't help but soften their hearts.

She sobbed tearfully: "Xiao Xun..."

Jiang Xun wanted to argue that he was not Jiang Xun, but he couldn't say anything.

He knelt down on both knees, wrapped his arms around the thin and boneless body, and said nothing more.

He heard the old man's mournful cry, and felt the hot tears seep into his back little by little. The wailing seemed to be directly transmitted to his heart, and his heart resonated: "Why are you so angry?" I haven’t been home for many years, why don’t I even have a letter... Grandma is so worried about you, go to the father-in-law of the mountain to pray for your safety, and please don’t be bullied outside..."

Jiang Xun gave a low "um" and slowly moved his palm up to protect the back of the old man's head, looking tenderly at the gray gray hair protruding from his fingers.

...grandmother is getting old.

Ever since she picked her up under a maple tree, she has been a young seed that took root, developed, sprung, and grew in her heart, and finally became a towering tree in her heart, making it difficult for her to walk. .

It's time for her to let go of all this.

Jiang Xun didn't understand where the panic in his heart came from until then.

He couldn't tell his grandmother his real experience, it was too long and complicated story, besides, washing bones and marrow, replacing others, revealing identity, all kinds of heaviness should not be handed over to a kind-hearted The old man bears the burden.

And simply and rudely telling her grandmother that she is being hunted will only increase her distress and anxiety.

——After all, she must not stay in Hongfeng Village for a long time. When she leaves again, she will fall into a situation of even more anxiety and panic.

As for taking the initiative to show up and deal with those children of the Qin family, it is not advisable.This will only attract the Qin family's attention, and they will definitely wonder why they happened to stop them when they searched near Jinjie Mountain. At that time, if they find out where their grandmother is, are they going to bring the old woman with them? Grandma ran away with the innocent and ignorant Abi?

Jiang Xun lowered his eyebrows, and a ray of light shone from his palm.

Qin Mu in his arm was startled suddenly.

He had seen this light before.

Many years ago, Xiaoqiu was plagued by nightmares, and when he came to look for him late at night, Jiang Xun held her in the same way, and gently erased all her troubles and memories.

Qin Mu looked anxiously: "...Xiao Xun, what are you going to do?...She..."

Jiang Xun ignored him, just hugged his grandmother, and comforted him softly: "No. Grandma, I'm fine, I'm not bullied by others....Yes yes yes, it's my fault, I should write a letter to my family. ... Just now... I was afraid that grandma would not recognize me, so I deliberately made a joke with you..."

Grandma was like a child who was mad at her family. After beating, scolding and crying enough, she calmed down. She touched Jiang Xun's hair with her fingers, showing off with a little innocence in her tone: "... …Xiao Xun, when the plague hit, everyone in the village ran away, and some people persuaded grandma to take Abi away, but grandma was afraid that you would not be able to find your way back home.”

Jiang Xun clenched his lips, slowly pushed a ray of silver light into the back of his grandmother's head, and said with a hoarse laugh: "Isn't it back..."

As soon as the words fell, the light color of Jiang Xun's palm changed subtly. The original silver streamer turned into a ghostly blue-gray, which turned into a backlash!

Jiang Xun's cultivation was no longer comparable to what it used to be, but it was only at this moment that he discovered that someone had planted an ingenious array of spiritual power backlash on his grandmother!

If a monk rashly attacks the grandmother, as long as he wants to inject spiritual power into the grandmother's body, no matter whether he has good intentions or malicious intentions, the spiritual power will be poured back into the caster's body in geometric multiples, causing the caster's Qi veins to go backwards. Severe cases can even be life-threatening.If those monks from the Qin family really came here and wanted to use their magic power to take away Grandma and Abi, they would definitely suffer the consequences.

After thinking about it, Jiang Xun found that only a disgraceful person would do such a sinister thing.

When I was a child, I entrusted Yujiu to take care of my grandmother and Abi, and he really did his best...

……force……

……and many more.

Etc., etc.

... He seems to remember that the person who set up the formation has buried eyes that communicate with the formation. If someone moves rashly, the counterattack formation will be activated to remotely remind the person who set up the formation that there is danger here, and come to the emergency immediately.

This principle is roughly equivalent to the anti-theft setting of the mobile phone, remote locking, one-click worry-free.

Jiang Xun knew that with this formation, he didn't have to worry about grandma's safety, but his actions just now accidentally triggered a very bad switch.

... The wind is tight, screaming.

Jiang Xun squeezed his grandmother's shoulders, and the spiritual power surged in his hands. A silver ingot transformed into seven or eight pieces of silver in his palm. He Bao said anxiously: "Grandma, I still have something urgent. I am just passing by this time, and I will visit you often in the future. Today..."

Before he finished speaking, he sensed a familiar wave of spiritual power rushing towards him, and the fierce aura wrapped in it made Jiang Xun's crotch feel cold.

How did this guy come so fast?

Jiang Xun realized the problem after a second thought.

Today... what day is it?

In exile, Jiang Xun didn't know the time at all. When he looked at the lunar calendar last time, Jiang Xun only vaguely remembered that October had already passed.

Today...couldn't it be grandma's birthday?

Considering his own safety, Jiang Xun didn't hesitate any longer, he struggled and ran out the door.

The grandmother didn't know what had happened, she was about to stand up after groping, she frantically found her bamboo stick on the ground, and called out loudly: "Xiao Xun! Xiao Xun, don't go! Xiao Xun!"

My dear grandma, don't call me out!

Jiang Xun was concerned about the team of Qin family monks who were still searching near Jinjie Mountain. He couldn't bear to see his grandma anxious. As soon as he ran to the door, he couldn't help turning his head back: "Grandma, you..."

As soon as the words fell, his shoulders were pinched tightly, causing him to grin in pain, and his body was half short immediately. When he turned his head and saw Yu Miao's face covered in ice and snow from the northern land, his legs became softer. Kneel immediately.

Before the two had any communication, they heard the sound of footsteps in the distance. Jiang Xun was frightened at this moment, his hearing was more than ten times faster than before, coupled with his own overwhelming spiritual power The advantage, Bo Shanzi's sound transmission into the secret, is not enough in his eyes.

He heard Bo Shanzi's voice not far away: "The flow of spiritual power is coming from that direction! Hurry up, hold your breath and concentrate, don't show any flaws, go and check!"

The door was blocked tightly by Yu Miao, and the grandmother behind also raised her bamboo stick and approached with trembling small steps.Jiang Xun couldn't move forward or retreat, he swayed his heart, gritted his teeth, mobilized his spiritual power, gathered his mind, shook his body, and disappeared.

There was a strange change in the clothes that Yu Miao held tightly in his hands. He felt that something was wrong, and he lifted off the black robe, leaving a pair of socks and boots covered with snow mud on the ground. into the bottom of his robe, and climbed up along his legs.

Jiang Xun, who was holding Yu Miao's thigh, only had a barrage of bullets brushing past in groups in his mind.

——Heaven has a way, I will not go, hell has no way, I will break in.