Waiting for the wind, waiting for the rain, waiting for your return

Forgetting to return to the ancestral hall of the ancestral clan of hundreds of surnames, in addition to the spring and autumn sacrifices, all the major events such as crown ceremonies, weddings, and funerals of the village people are basically held in the ancestral hall. Pursue the legacy of the Mu family.

Entering the main hall, I saw the tall man surrounded by the crowd, with meticulous black hair, a navy blue robe, and a half-delicate silver mask on his face, revealing a pair of quite spirited eyes, who was chatting with the villagers. A senior elder said something.

Xiao Zhongyuan passed through the crowd, stepped forward and shouted: "Brother Lin."

Lin You turned around and saw Zhong Yuan, and was also very pleasantly surprised: "A villager came to tell me just now that you are back. I haven't seen you for more than ten years. Now I see you with a fairy charm, quite the demeanor of a fairy."

Jun Fu saw that his left arm was hanging by his side all the time, without moving a bit, he seemed to be ill, but it was covered by the wide sleeve robe, so it was impossible to tell what the illness was.

Xiao Zhongyuan bowed to Lin You uprightly: "Brother Lin is too famous, thanks to his help in times of crisis, Zhong Yuan is where he is today."

Lin You patted Zhongyuan's shoulder with his right hand: "It's all due to your fate, and the former mother-in-law's wife hung the pot to help the world, and she also got many villagers who forgot to return."

An elder with white beard and hair beside Lin You smiled and said, "The courtyard you lived in at the east end of the village still retains its original appearance, and your Aunt Fu will come to clean it every now and then."

Xiao Zhongyuan's eyes were slightly red, and he still replied politely: "Grandpa Wei has a heart, Xiao Zhongyuan thank you here."

Looking at the two fair-skinned and beautiful women beside him, someone joked: "These two girls are like the fairies in the painting, did Xiao Zhongyuan bring his wife back?"

Wei Ying also twisted the hairband on the braid and looked at Xiao Zhongyuan.

Xiao Zhongyuan immediately waved his hands embarrassingly and said: "No... no, we are just friends..." The girl didn't blush yet, but his ears were red, and he even stuttered when he spoke.

The villagers were even more boisterous: "I heard that people who cultivate immortals can form Taoist couples. If the man is unmarried and the woman is not married, it must be a good story."

Seeing Xiao Zhongyuan's embarrassment, Jun Fu came out with a smile and said: "If it is an ordinary fairy sect, it is fine, but the three thousand immortal rules and precepts of Shenzong Kunlun Ruins clearly stated that disciples must be pure-hearted and ascetic, and not violate sexual precepts."

Everyone regretted for a while, and finally ended this embarrassing topic.

Village Chief Wei greeted everyone and said, "Okay, everyone, stop standing here and chatting. Mr. Lin, Zhong Yuan, and your friends, stay and have dinner together tonight. It's a rare meeting."

Lin You smiled and said, "Okay, it's rare that Zhong Yuan came back today. We won't get drunk tonight."

Soon, Village Chief Wei opened six seats in the courtyard, and the dinner was very lively. Doctor Yue Lian's young son was also the fairy king of Kunlun Ruins. The villagers who had received Yue Lian's favor and admired Kunlun Ruins When it came, the courtyard was so crowded that it couldn't even stand up in an instant.

Mr. Sun Gongyan, whom I met at the entrance of the village earlier, and his friend were also at the other table, and they nodded towards Xiao Zhongyuan.

Xiao Zhongyuan raised the teacup towards Lin You: "I don't hold a lot of alcohol, so I use tea instead of wine to toast Brother Lin and express my heart."

This is the golden tea produced by Wanggui, a black tea that is dark and golden.The dried tea is black and covered with golden hairs, the shape is tight and thin like bamboo, beautiful and vigorous, showing a little edge.The entrance is sweet, very fragrant.

Soon after three rounds of drinking and three servings of tea, Sun Gongyan walked up to Xiao Zhongyuan's side with the teacup in hand: "I never thought that Mr. Xiao came from the Kunlun Ruins of Shenzong. I would like to ask, is Mr. Xiao also a demon?"

In fact, people of the older generation of Wanggui have seen the blue scales on his body, Xiao Zhongyuan did not hide it: "Most of the people Wanggui takes in are orphans of the monster race who wandered and hid in the secular dynasty, and I am naturally no exception. My mother is a monster." family."

Sun Gongyan let out a groan, and said: "I never thought that the descendants of the monster clan would have such an encounter. I heard that the Kunlun Market did not accept the disciples of the monster clan more than a hundred years ago. I have traveled thousands of miles away, and I am willing to take over and return together. It seems that Mr. Xiao is a person with great love in his heart. Let's talk about respecting Mr. Xiao with thin tea."

Xiao Zhongyuan hurriedly replied: "Mr. has been praised too much. I see that Mr. has a high level of cultivation, but he can be content with forgetting to return to a corner, devote himself to teaching, and return to the same goal. Zhong Yuan deeply feels that respecting Mr. is the only way."

After the meal was over for a long time, all the talents dispersed in twos and threes. They all hoped that if one day Xiao Zhongyuan could ascend to immortality, he would build a temple for him, write a book, and make fireworks to worship him.Teach this world to no longer discriminate against the demon clan, and to live in the world like normal people, without having to hide.

Xiao Zhongyuan returned to the simple tile-roofed courtyard where he once lived with his mother.

Enthusiastic villagers brought over some starched and cleaned quilts and all kinds of fresh melons and fruits for food, filling the three small wooden houses in the courtyard to the brim.Xiao Zhongyuan rejected it several times, but couldn't resist the enthusiasm of the villagers, so he had to accept them all first.

The tile-roofed house still retains its original appearance, and the wall cabinets are still full of various small clay pots, which were used by my mother to hold various herbal medicines.Zhong Yuan poured all these dried herbs together, thinking that they could be sewn together to make a sachet.Reaching out his hand to touch the Qiankun bag, he touched a brocade pouch, the red silky satin surface was embroidered with the pattern of mandarin ducks, but it was a sachet with two people's hair knotted in Guangyang County before.

Xiao Zhongyuan looked under the lamp, put the medicinal herbs in, now all his thoughts are packed in this kit.

After so much tossing, it's already midnight, but I still don't feel sleepy.The light in Jun Fu's room has already been turned off, according to Jun Fu's bold and greedy temperament, he drank a lot of wine, and at this moment he must be sleeping like a pig.

Xiao Zhongyuan lightly closed the door, and walked towards the mountain, the night of forgetting to return was slightly chilly, but it was not cold.Xiao Zhongyuan came to his mother's tomb alone. His mother did not transform into her real body back then, but dissipated in the form of a little bit of starlight, so there were no bones in the tomb, just a tomb of clothes.

Xiao Zhongyuan paid homage with tea and incense candles, traced the inscribed name with his fingers, there was not a speck of dust on the stele.During the years when he was away, the villagers who had forgotten to return would come to worship and clean up, so there were no weeds on the grave and the tombstone was clean.

Xiao Zhongyuan was [-]% grateful and [-]% grateful, leaning on the tombstone, just like leaning on his mother's arms when he was a child, and talked about his situation in the past ten years.

"Mother, Master Shangqing has treated me very well. The Kunlun Ruins are my home just like Wanggui Village." After thinking for a while, he said: "My boy also made a close friend. They all say that a confidant is hard to find in a floating life. If there is a chance, I would like to bring him to worship you in front of the tomb, and you will definitely like him very much."

Xiao Zhongyuan took out his jade flute and blew it quietly for a while, the night flowed quietly on Zhongyuan's body, the warm moonlight flowed on the mountain forest, in this stream, the rustling of the wind and the chirping of insects, at this moment, I felt extremely tranquility.

The night was getting deeper, but on the way back, I saw a person standing quietly under a crabapple tree in front of me. When I got closer, I saw that it was Hibiscus hibiscus. It was so late, and she hadn't slept yet.

Maybe it was because she was slightly drunk with tea, but her skin, which was usually as pale as ice and snow, was now a little red, and the night breeze caressed her skirt, making her feel like a fairy.Xiao Zhongyuan rarely invited Mu Yunjin to go back to the village together: "Since we met, let's go back together."

Mu Yunjin caught a glimpse of the joyful expression on Xiao Zhongyuan's face: "It can be seen that you are very happy today."

Xiao Zhongyuan looked at the quiet village in the night, and stood with his hands behind his back: "Yes, Wanggui is my home. Here, no matter whether you are a human or a demon bloodline, you can live in harmony. Demons are slightly different except for their physical appearance. What is the difference with the human race? There are also joys, sorrows, sorrows, and human emotions. Why can’t there be demons in this world, and demons will be treated as monsters? I hope to start from Wanggui, and now there is the first Wanggui. In the future, there will be a second, a third... until the world can accommodate two races."

At this moment, Wanggui Village is like a baby sleeping soundly, curling up its young body and lying in this quiet mountain depression. It has not experienced wind and rain, and has not experienced world events, just like the former Luanchuan fiefdom.Mu Yunjin looked at Zhong Yuan: "Zhong Yuan, do you really believe that such a day will come?"

Xiao Zhongyuan looked back at her without any doubt, conveying the kindling in his heart: "I believe! Yun Jin, how about you?"

Mu Yunjin closed her eyes, and her slender eyelashes trembled. She also wanted to believe it, but in her dream, the raging flames that would never go out, the countless faces engulfed by the fire kept struggling for help, and the wails that wafted in the night wind It seems that it is still ringing in my ears so clearly... Is it really possible to reconcile?Can they really reconcile?

Xiao Zhongyuan vaguely guessed Mu Yunjin's identity, she must be from Luanchuan.But she didn't want to say it, and he never asked.He has never experienced such a heart-wrenching pain of extermination, perhaps his ideal world seems a little pale in Mu Yunjin's present.Time flowed quietly between the two, after waiting for a while, Xiao Zhongyuan felt that Mu Yunjin would not answer, so he sighed slightly.

Mu Yunjin murmured in a low voice: "If we can really reconcile, I hope to see this day."