Old state

Yang Zigui took out his fan, shook it a few times, smiled and said to the baby-faced man opposite, "I don't know if this little skill has caught your attention?"

The man dressed in blood looked at him carefully, and said in a long silence: "I don't know that Jiake is so skilled, it's because I didn't greet you well, it's my fault to greet you with such a trivial trick."

Yang Zigui was startled, but he didn't show any emotion on his face, he still waved his fan and said: "Thanks to the praise of the lord, I came here tonight, what I have done is done, and the rest has nothing to do with me. I bid farewell."

The baby-faced man didn't say a word, but just made a gesture of letting go, and let him leave.

Yang Zigui didn't dare to delay at all, he turned around and used his lightness kung fu, and left quickly.

It wasn't that he was afraid of this blood-clothed man, it was just that he suddenly realized something was wrong.

What's more, the child is still in the foster care of the neighbor's house, and he is a little worried after he has been out for half a day.

When Yang Zi went back, it was early morning, and Qingtian Town was as peaceful and quiet as ever.The house where he fostered the child hadn't opened the door yet, so he walked to the door and stood against the courtyard wall.

Looking at it now, this Qingtian town is really weird everywhere.

Why is there so much chaos outside and people displaced, but this small town is so peaceful and peaceful?It's not so remote that few people come here. On the contrary, people come to the town every day and people go out every day. Then why is there no haze of war in this town?

And that old man Wei who disappeared mysteriously, the blood-clothed man whose attitude changed dramatically...

The era in which this patriarch lived was more complicated than he could have imagined.

However, if you remove these elements and just look at this small town like this, it really makes people feel warm inside.

Qingtian Town is at the foot of Wuhui Mountain, not far from the Demon Cult, it can even be said to be very close.When Yang Zi was young, he often sneaked down the mountain to play in Qingtian Town.

In the eyes of the people of Qingtian Town, the demon sect members who are vicious in Zhengdaokou are heroes with swords and swords, and they have a very good reputation.

So when he went to play in Qingtian Town, the townspeople treated him very well, and when he got to dinner, he didn't want to go back, so someone took him home for dinner.When the weather was fine in mid-summer, he took a few children to find a roof in Qingtian Town, and slept all night with the wind blowing. When he got up in the morning, the scene he saw was no different from what he saw now.

Slowly waking up from the silent night, the shops began to open early to welcome customers, and gradually the doors of the people who got up early opened, and the acquaintances said good morning to each other, and then went back to make a hot breakfast.

In the quiet night, there are occasional dogs barking, insects chirping, and people slowly starting to buzz.

Like a living voice.

His master knew that he would go to Qingtian Town to sleep on the roof, and he went there occasionally a few times. His Zen master liked this scene very much, saying that there was a sound of vitality.

Helpless, Yang Zigui had no Buddha nature when he was young, so he felt that the world below the mountain was very lively. Although the Demon Cult on the mountain was like a home, but there were too few people, how could the world below the mountain be so colorful?

Now it can be regarded as going through thousands of sails, watching this similar scene, I feel a lot of emotion.

Indeed, there is a taste of life.

How many heroes and knights can there be in the world?How many powerful ministers are there who are turning clouds and rain in the court?Most people are ordinary people like this, living their small lives day after day. Although there may not be any disturbances, they live a stable and peaceful life.It's hard to say which way of life is better.

But no matter what kind of people, at least most people, can choose and choose the life they want to live.

As for Yang Zigui, he never had to choose.