The Son of Destiny always wants to attack me

Following Ben Leizong not far from Wuji Island, Yun Zhu separated from Ben Leizong.

Fang Huairou still didn't follow, his comprehension had reached a critical moment, and he wanted to go back after getting started.

Although Yunzhu was a little disappointed by this, he didn't say anything. This was Fang Huairou's choice, just like he knew at a glance that Fang Huairou was not suitable to be his disciple. His persuasion at that time was also because he knew Fang Huairou was not suitable I don't really want to go back.

Perhaps, the monk really wants to cut off the mortal world.

This time back to Qingzhou, only Yunzhu was alone, Xiaer wanted to follow, but in the end she still didn't want to disturb Yunzhu.

This time he came back in a hurry and the time was tight. He didn't have so much time to wander around slowly, so he used the teleportation array if he had one, and he used the flying boat if he didn't have the teleportation array.

Even so, Yunzhu will still be attracted by certain scenery on the road, and then stop.

Hurry up, ten days later, Yunzhu returned to Tuniu City in Qingzhou.

Hiding his body and returning to Xiaoqingshan Village, Yunzhu fell into the village, and his body was covered by tall weeds.

"time flies."

Over the past [-] years, weeds have completely covered the ruins of the original wall. From the top, it is lush and lush, like a small soil bag, with some small animal nests inside.

Pushing aside the weeds, Yunzhu looked at this small village that had been wiped away by time, and suddenly realized what is the difference between immortals and ordinary people.

As far as he is concerned, more than twenty years are nothing more than the blink of an eye, and he is only a golden core now, and he has just started his practice, so he can't even feel the passage of too much time.

However, for ordinary people, more than twenty years are enough to erase everything.

"That's why, the monk wants to cut off the mortal world?" Yun Zhu lifted a clump of vines, grabbed a small snake that flew out of it, threw it into the distance, and looked at the courtyard that he almost couldn't recognize.

The yard is already very dilapidated, where he has lived for 15 years, but now even he can hardly recognize it.

The door had long since disappeared. Yunzhu found the courtyard door based on memory, pushed aside the hanging vines, and carefully drilled in. The courtyard inside was also occupied by vines and weeds, and there was a fruit tree growing there, which looked quite tall. Yes, there are a lot of vines wrapped around it, densely packed, it looks like a hill.

Yunzhu walked over and touched the fruit tree. He didn't plant it. It should have grown from the core of the fruit back then. Its vitality is tenacious. Even though all the sunlight is covered by the vines, it will still grow towards the sunlight desperately.

It's the end of the battle.

Yunzhu felt a little sorry, patted the trunk and heard the sound of hollowness, this tree looks lush and lush, but the inside has already been corroded, the outside is strong and the middle is dry, maybe it will be blown by the next wind or rain.

Back in the dilapidated house, there are not many traces of his existence here, and some things that were not burned back then are almost corroded by time now.

Ordinary people have great forgetfulness, maybe in another ten or twenty years, a new small village will appear here.

Yunzhu came to Xiaoqing Mountain, following the traces he had walked, the traps he had left on the mountain had long since disappeared, some of the caves where he stayed, some now lived with wild beasts, and some already had new owners, It should be a hunter from a nearby village.

When he came to some caves in the underground undercurrent, Yunzhu also found traces of people coming, he didn't stay long, and left after looking around.

Walking around Xiaoqingshan Village, the village in Yunzhu's mind is completely different now, it is no longer what it used to be, and now there is not even a single voice.

When I came to the ancestral hall, the walls here were all collapsed. There were some weeds growing in the walls, and the vines took root inside. With a light pinch, these earthen bricks could be broken and broken. This place has long been destroyed. Of course, he couldn't find a trace of familiarity.

When he came to the place where he had recited the sutra of the past, he sat down again, and Yunzhu took out a sutra. He didn't read it, but felt a little sad.

He felt that it didn't take long for this incident, but when he came back again, time told him that what happened back then has long passed.

"It's so fast."

Yunzhu still clearly remembers that when he first came, the ancestral hall was still a thatched hut. Whenever it rained, the villagers would first drop their things and come to check whether the ancestral hall was leaking.

Later, Yunzhu found a way to make a living, and he managed some relationships. The vegetables in the village were sold to a restaurant in the city, and the ancestral hall was turned into a tile-roofed house.

In front of the ancestral hall is a square, where the crops are dried during the autumn harvest. The children drive away the birds that eat the crops with small bamboo sticks, and the aunts in the village are doing some manual work in the shade, mostly for their families. Men mend clothes.

Yunzhu thought of Li Orhu from the past again, and they were the most able to talk because they could all go into the mountains, and Li Orhu was also a very enthusiastic man in the village.

There are a few widows in the village, and he will help with some heavy work. The daughter-in-law in the family does not show any temper, and the family is harmonious.

Second Aunt Li’s family’s family background in Xiaoqingshan Village is not the best, but Second Aunt Li loves Xiaolan very much, and she would not even let her do heavy work. If it wasn’t for her stubborn thinking, she would still want to send Xiaolan to study .

Xiaolan also likes to read. There are many books here in Yunzhu, so she often visits him and treats him like an older brother.

She also likes a kind of wild grape in the mountains, so she likes to let him pick it up and taste it when passing by.

Speaking of which, Xiaolan and Fang Huairou also met in the town. Hearing that Fang Huairou recited two poems, Xiaolan subconsciously followed up, and soon the two settled down.

Yunzhu thought of the village head again, this kind old man, who usually comes to him for trivial matters, he can always handle both parties to their satisfaction, and everyone trusts him.

He still remembers that everyone in the village gave him some food when he didn't eat. During the first Chinese New Year, the village head's family gave him half a bowl of bacon. Yunzhu still remembers the taste to this day.

good smell.

The memories here are really beautiful.

Yunzhu closed his eyes, and waited until the moonlight came down and the cool wind blew past, he realized that it was already autumn.

Flying to the top of the tree, looking at the surrounding fields, weeds are overgrown, and it is impossible to see that anyone has been farming here.

Every year, everyone is very tired in rushing to harvest and plant, but their faces are filled with happy smiles.

At this time, everyone discusses more about taxation. The tax here is not heavy. Xiaoqingshan Village can keep a lot of food after paying the tax every year. Take out a little and sell it, and you can Save up a little silver.

With this little money, I can buy a piece of cloth during the Chinese New Year. It doesn’t need to be so good, it’s enough to make a new set of clothes for the family, and everyone is very happy.

When the daughter or son grows up, the money will be saved. When the daughter gets married, she will wear a better outfit. When the son marries a wife, a new house will be built.

In Xiaoqingshan Village, there are always quarrels over trivial matters, but they quickly reconcile, self-sufficient, and everyone lives happily.

It's a pity, it's all over, and I can't catch these long ago.

Yunzhu has some regrets, some nostalgia, and some melancholy.

After a night, Yunzhu left Xiaoqingshan Village in morning dew and came to Tuniu City.

Just after dawn, many vegetable stalls were set up in the city. It was as lively as before. Under the tree near the city gate, there was a small shed where an old couple sold soup noodles.

This place is called Guoguofen. It is a noodle made from several kinds of fruits. Many people know how to make it, but Seventh Grandpa and Seventh Grandma can always make it very springy. The noodles are also cheap, and many people love to eat them.

When he came to the small shed, Yunzhu recalled that the last time he came here to eat was a long time ago, at least twenty-five years ago.

"Grandpa Seven, here is a bowl of pork shredded fruit powder."

The middle-aged man in front of the stove looked up, and when he heard his words, he put half more shredded pork and noodles in his hand, filling a big bowl, half bigger than others' bowls.

The middle-aged woman wearing a headscarf frowned when she saw it, "Master, you took the wrong bowl."

"That's right, this is a regular customer. I ate it when my parents were here, so send it quickly."

The woman suddenly realized, poured the sauce on enthusiastically, and brought it in front of Yunzhu, "Brother, you are young, have you not been back for a long time?"

Yun Zhu was a little surprised, looked at the small shed, the middle-aged man in front of the stove raised his head and smiled at him, his face was very similar to that of Grandpa Seven.

He didn't see a familiar figure, so he guessed something.

"Grandpa Seven and Granny Seven..."

"I left more than ten years ago, and we took over this stall." The woman smiled, "Try it, bro, do you still have the same taste as before?"

Yunzhu smiled gently and took a bite, "It tastes the same."

The woman smiled proudly, her face was full of smiles, and the creases at the corners of her eyes were very deep, "No, our head of the family has been studying since childhood, and we used to work at Fang Yuan's family, and our parents-in-law went. Come here and continue to put it. It’s fine if you think the taste is right, I’ll go to work first.”

Yun Zhu nodded with a smile, sighed inwardly while eating the noodles in the bowl.

In just the early 20s, everything has changed.

There are a lot of shredded pork, and there are also a lot of noodles. After eating a bite of shredded pork, it still tastes like the old days. It is covered with a layer of noodles, which is also the secret recipe of Grandpa Seven's family. This shredded pork noodles sell many servings every day.

While talking, an old man in a fancy dress sat beside him with a cane, looked at the city gate, and said, "Lao Liu, bring me a bowl of noodles."

The woman let out a cry, and hurried over to wipe the table, "Master is here?"

The old man narrowed his eyes and nodded, "Yes, come and see."

The woman saw that there was no one around him, and sighed, "Why didn't the master bring someone out again? You are not in good health, didn't you call the doctor a few days ago? It's cold today, and if you catch a cold, you will have a cold again, madam I'm worried too."

The old man's voice was hoarse, "It's okay, I'm wearing thick clothes today, so I won't be cold."

The woman looked at him and sighed, but couldn't say anything.

Tu Niu City is not considered prosperous. Many people skip breakfast in the morning to save some money. There are not many people at this time, and more people in the city come out to eat. Sometimes they will spend a few dollars to eat if they are too lazy to do it Fan, the two couples are also very busy.

Both Yunzhu and Fang Yuanwai behind him ate very slowly. Whenever someone entered the city, Fang Yuanwai would raise his head to have a look, and disappointment would soon flash through his cloudy eyes.

After breakfast, someone came to look for him soon. It was a man who looked a bit like Fang Huairou. He looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, with an angry expression on his face.

"Father, why did you sneak out again? It's windy, what if you catch a cold?"

Fang Yuanwai stood up with a cane, staggering, and the man went to help him.

"It's time to go back."

Fang Yuanwai looked back at the city gate three times a step at a time, with tears in his cloudy eyes, he walked more than ten steps without looking back.

The two guards stayed behind, looking at the city gate without blinking.

"Sigh, this son is really heartless. After leaving for more than [-] years, leaving his old father and mother at home, it's a pity that Fang Yuanwai came here every day to look forward to it."

"That's right, God has no eyes, Fang Yuanwai and Mrs. Fang are so nice, why did they give birth to such a cruel son."

"Fortunately, the second young master is with me, otherwise I really don't know if I can last for so many years, what a crime."

The two aunts carrying the basket sighed as they walked, Yunzhu looked up at the hunched back of Fang Yuanwai, and the son next to him kept mumbling something, frowning as if dissatisfied, and scolding in a rough voice.

A gust of wind blew over, and the second young master blocked the blowing wind without any trace, and began to mutter again.