There is a square well in front of the house, and a pile of withered but neat haystacks. Not far away is a wooden clothes hanger. Near the clothes hanger, there is a stone pier and a few stone benches.
Looking at the chessboard on the stone pier, there is a chessboard that seems to be carved with a knife. There is a lot of dust on it. It seems that no one has played here for a long time.
Wu Renfu seemed to want to see all these things that ordinary people have. He stared at them intently and murmured to himself:
"Brother Yi, I know the relationship between Mu Lan and you very well. How could she abandon you and leave alone? And with your character, how could you stay alone and live in seclusion in this place with the ancient enchantment? You all have Concerned person! You always say different things, always say I can't understand you, always say I'm arrogant, but now what?"
As he spoke, Wu Renfu showed a sad smile on his thin lips. He was not tall, and with his Confucian shirt and the cold winter wind, the desolation and complexity of his heart were revealed from his bones.
Then, Wu Renfu raised his arm, and then slowly stretched it forward.
Suddenly, a resplendent light shield suddenly appeared above the hut, and then tightly covered the entire house and some surrounding open spaces.
The runes on the light shield were flowing with light, as if there were golden arcs swimming around. Whenever Wu Renfu wanted to get closer, the golden arcs would keep attacking his palms, forcefully forcing him not to move forward.
After several attempts, Wu Renfu's palm was finally shaken open by the counterattack of the mask, and the palm of his palm was torn apart, but his expression did not change at all.
"With the strength of both families, it's no wonder that they can isolate my consciousness."
Wu Renfu said softly. However, he didn't seem to have any intention of forcibly breaking the light shield. Instead, he walked around the light shield towards the back of the house. When he reached the backyard, the two graves in front of him stopped him in his tracks.
His eyebrows, which rarely fluctuated on weekdays, were heavily knitted together, with a bitter look on his face, as if the wintersweet had missed the cold winter and was about to wither all over the ground before it bloomed.
I don’t know whether the Confucian crown on his head was stirred by the mountain wind or his trembling body. It looked like it was drifting away in the wind. Wu Renfu’s hoarse voice was heard and he said to himself:
"Brother Yi, if you hadn't wanted to die, I wouldn't have been suspicious, but I was convinced that Mu Lan would not abandon you, and you burned your true energy and chose to fight to the death, so I guessed that Mu Lan might have already Passed away. As for the reason, you probably don’t want to hear it, so I won’t mention it again.”
As if he was quickly walking out of memories, Wu Renfu's voice gradually became clearer, and his eyes slowly regained their energy from the wandering state just now. He continued:
"Mu Lan's injury should not be difficult to heal if you two work together, but you are not willing to commit the world's injustice, and assuming that Mu Lan died early and you came to fight alone, what are you doing? "
Wu Renfu's voice became clearer and clearer, but his face became more lonely, and he said with difficulty:
"Taken together, there is only one possibility. So, Renfu also wants to know, is it really worth it for a child who won't live long?"
At this time, Wu Renfu's cultivation may not be unparalleled in the world, but his wisdom and thinking and reasoning ability are really terrifying. However, he did not mutter to himself, but stared deeply at the tombstones of Yi Qing and Yun Mulan.
After a long while, he took out a wine gourd from his wide sleeve and took a sip. Then he gently rolled up his left sleeve with his right hand and poured the wine on the ground, as if to pay homage to the two of them.
The blue sky is boundless, just like Wu Renfu, who is pouring and drinking by himself. He seems free and casual, but he also hides the madness and stubbornness after the storm.
After a period of silence, Wu Renfu began to speak slowly again:
"I once heard that there is a historic site in Jingzhou called the Yellow Crane Tower. There is also a poem in the world: People in the past have gone on the Yellow Crane, and the Yellow Crane Tower is empty here. Once the Yellow Crane is gone, it will never return, and the white clouds will remain empty for thousands of years. Several of us know each other. For thousands of years, heroes and geniuses of the same time have joined hands to kill demons and treacherous men, and they have also sang songs over wine, with the sound of harp and sword. In the end, you regarded me as a demon, but I still treated you the same."
As he talked to himself, Wu Renfu's mood gradually became excited. He changed from his usual gentle attitude, and his tone became more solemn and determined:
"Brother Yi, I killed you with my own hands, but I have no regrets about this. If I am not destined to live forever in this life, I will definitely go to find you in my reincarnation in the future, and open my chest to accept the power of your palm."
As if he had let out all the pent-up energy in his chest, Wu Renfu continued in a sonorous voice:
"Although the three of us are separated by Yin and Yang, we are all ants under the Dao of Heaven. The human world is about to be in chaos. How can we monks sit idly by and do nothing! However, the Dao is different and we will not conspire with each other. No matter who the two people are buried together. , Ren Fujun has given him a way to live, and Quan has ended the friendship between the two of you in the past. If I encounter him in the future, Ren Fu will definitely eradicate him and seize the Qilin fang!"
After saying that, Wu Renfu's eyes, which originally showed a bit of sadness, suddenly returned to his previous deep and unpredictable look, which also contained a sense of perseverance.
Standing up calmly, he gently threw the wine gourd into the air, then smashed it into powder with one palm, and walked down the mountain without hesitation, never looking back again.
In the end, the spotless and clear figure gradually disappeared into the dense jungle like a remnant wolf. Is it desolation, loneliness, or a kind of aloof persistence?
About this, no one in the world knows, perhaps even Wu Renfu himself does not know.
Just like he asked the late Yi Qing and his wife, is all this worth it?
Of course, whether all this is worth it or not has nothing to do with Qingyun, because now he is staring at the huge city he has never seen in his life, Qianzhong City, with his mouth wide open.
Although this is only one of the most remote cities in Qingxutian, and one of the few places with poor mountains and rivers, Qingyun has always been thinking in his heart, how did people build these seven or eight battle-high towers?
Looking at Qingyun's surprised expression that a country bumpkin had entered the city, Lao Chen still couldn't hold it back. He burst out laughing and joked:
"I said Qingyun, this small Qianzhong City has surprised you so much. If you saw other big cities in Liangzhou, wouldn't you be frightened and cry?"
Being so squeezed by Lao Chen, Qingyun's little face turned red and he said a little embarrassedly:
"Uncle Chen laughed. Qingyun has never traveled far since he was a child. He was a little surprised when he saw such a big city wall for the first time!"
"Let's go into the city. Later, Uncle Chen will take you to the government to register your information and exchange your identity certificate. Then just say that you are a distant relative of Uncle Chen. Uncle Chen still has some problems in Zhongcheng. You are a friend, and you know the city lord, and they will not make things difficult for you."
Old Chen patted Qingyun on the shoulder, signaling him to relax, which made Qingyun feel even more grateful to Uncle Chen in his heart.
Imagine that a homeless person who has just experienced a catastrophic disaster suddenly meets a kind person who is willing to help him. The warm feeling in his heart will definitely be infinitely magnified.
Along the way, Qingyun also got to know Uncle Chen thoroughly.
Old Chen's full name is Chen Defu, and his ancestors sold medicine in Qianzhong City. In his generation, although his family cannot be said to be the richest in Qianzhong City, he is still a powerful person in the local area. He is not as humble as before. It is said that there is some accumulation.
Moreover, he has been good friends with the current city lord since they were young, and no one dares to mess with him in the city.
Fortunately, Chen Defu was a humble and kind man. He often did good deeds in the city. In addition, he was a medicine dealer and spread more medicinal materials to poor people to treat their illnesses and injuries, so he had a high prestige among the people.
When they entered the city, the officers and soldiers saw that it was Chen Defu and his party who entered the city. They hurried over to say hello to him one by one, without questioning Qingyun, other servants and trucks beside Lao Chen. This made him think more highly of Lao Chen.
When Qingyun saw the bluestone houses, the two- and three-story restaurants and the dazzling array of shops in Qianzhong City, his mouth, which could hold a big duck egg, never closed, causing Lao Chen to walk all the way. Laugh all the way.
He hadn't encountered such a rustic bumpkin in decades. He really wondered where Qingyun was a savage from a deep mountain and old forest. Why did he seem to have never seen anything?
However, Qingyun is very knowledgeable. Although he likes the groceries in shops, restaurants, and even small stalls, he just looks at them curiously and does not express any intention to buy them.
Firstly, it’s because he really has no money, and secondly, he doesn’t want Lao Chen to spend money, because Lao Chen treats him well, and he feels that he can’t let Lao Chen pay for himself anymore. This also makes Lao Chen’s behavior toward Qingyun very bad. Is satisfied.
Until here, Lao Chen was completely relieved and planned to let Qingyun become an apprentice in the medicine shop and hand over half of his life's experience and knowledge to him.
However, when Lao Chen, who had been smiling along the way, suddenly turned dark when he arrived at the door of his house, it was as if the weather in May could change at any time.
However, the attentive Qingyun looked at the other servants next to him and felt that they all looked normal. Although he was a little curious, he did not ask any more questions and carefully followed Old Chen into the Chen Mansion.
As soon as they entered the yard, a group of people heard various sounds of objects being thrown, including crisp porcelain, precious gold and silver jewelry, and various unknown objects flying out of the house.
"Hey, what a sin!"
This was the first time Qingyun saw Lao Chen's beauty wrinkled into eight characters.
Chen Defu is actually not very old, only about fifty years old. He even looks like he is around forty years old at most because of proper maintenance.
But since entering the yard of his house, Lao Chen's eyebrows have not relaxed, they have been knitted together, and there are more wrinkles on his face with each step. By the time he reaches the living room, he seems to have entered an octogenarian age.
