In front of the thatched house, a fire was blazing on the firewood stove, and the earthenware pot on the stove was "gurgling, gurgling", exuding the fragrance of rice soup.
Guarding the firewood stove was an old man and an old woman, both with wrinkled faces and simple clothes, who were busy lighting the fire and cooking. There is a small wooden table beside it, with two pottery bowls and two rice cakes placed on it.
Not far from the thatched house, there are several rows of houses, either made of thatch or made of stones, each of which is simple and luxurious.
Heading north from here, there is a wide dirt road that leads directly to the Baizhang Rock Mountain beyond Li Xu.
Yu Ye slowly stopped.
"Hey, what is the order from this Immortal?"
The old man looked up and saw a young man in Taoist robes standing in front of the door. He quickly stood up and said hello. The old woman also nodded and smiled, her expression looking humble and kind.
"Uncle, mother-in-law!"
Yu Ye raised his hand to salute and said: "The boy is not an immortal, he is just an ordinary person who travels all over the world."
"Haha, the master does not follow the vulgar etiquette!"
The old man lived at the foot of the Immortal Gate, so he should be well-informed. He smiled and said, "That's fine, I'll call you little brother. I happen to be in a hurry for dinner, if I don't mind it..."
"It's rare for me to be so kind. I want to stay overnight!"
"There are only two thatched huts, which are quite shabby. I'm afraid I'll offend my little brother..."
"It doesn't matter, just have a place to stay!"
Yu Ye lifted up his clothes and sat on the stone steps in front of the door.
The old woman helped him fill a bowl of porridge. He quickly took it with both hands, blew in the hot air, and drank it. He nodded and praised: "It tastes really good..."
The old man was even more joyful and signaled: "Brother, have a piece of pancake!"
There were only two pancakes on the table, and there was not much rice porridge left in the clay pot.
Yu Ye waved his hand and said in decline: "A bowl of hot porridge is enough!"
The old man knew that the Immortal Chief did not eat the fireworks of the world, so he no longer showed humility and invited his wife to dinner. Looking at Yu Ye's young appearance, he couldn't help but sigh: "My child was about the same age as my little brother when he entered the Immortal Sect. .”
"Oh, my eldest brother is actually a disciple of the Xuanli Sect?"
Yu Ye unexpectedly said: "I guess that eldest brother is already an expert in the immortal sect, and the second elder..." He looked at the dilapidated thatched house and the two old people with simple food and clothing, and he couldn't believe it.
Perhaps remembering the sad past, the old woman put down the pottery bowl, picked up her skirt and wiped the corners of her eyes.
"well!"
The old man sighed and said with a wry smile: "After my child entered the Immortal Sect, there was no news. My wife and I came all the way here with our heartfelt thoughts. However, the Immortal Sect has strict rules, and the child is busy practicing, and he is very popular. We were so arrogant that it was always hard to see each other. My wife and I had to live in a thatched hut. There were also other family members staying here, and over time, this small village came into existence, which was called Lu Village. Who would have expected that the children and their fellow disciples He was so competitive in the fight that he died unexpectedly. My wife and I couldn't bear to leave, and twenty or thirty years passed in the blink of an eye..."
"Pooh!"
The old woman suddenly spat and scolded: "Old man, don't stop talking nonsense. My son is not dead, he is cultivating immortality on the mountain!"
"Uh-huh!"
The old man quickly changed his mind and comforted him: "The child is fine, he is cultivating immortality in the mountains!"
There was an expectant look on the old woman's face, and she said to herself: "My son, he is on the mountain, and he will come to visit his mother another day..."
The old man smiled apologetically at Yu Ye.
Yu Ye silently held the pottery bowl and swallowed the rice porridge.
The rice porridge in my mouth has lost its fragrance, but has an indescribable bitterness.
After dinner, the old man opened the door of the next door. There was a bed inside. Although it was old and simple, it was neatly tidied. It is said that it was a place left for his son to rest, but his son never came back to live there once.
Yu Ye walked to the couch and sat down without closing the door.
The door of the house faced Lushan, but as the night got darker, nothing could be seen. Only two old people stood outside the door, looking into the house with faces filled with joy. After twenty or thirty years of long-term waiting and expectation, it seems that the child who cultivated immortality has returned...
The night passed.
It was still dark, and smoke was rising outside the door.
Yu Yewu sat on the couch, looking at the fire of the wood stove outside the door, smelling the smoke, and couldn't help but sigh softly. The two old men next door stayed up almost all night and kept whispering about past events. Among them are the joy of the birth of a child, the pain of the child's growth, how smart the child is, and the various wishes that the child has placed on it, etc. And he couldn't help but think of Xingyuan Valley, Yujiacun, his father, and the lonely grave in front of his house.
Well, I miss home!
No matter whether you are traveling thousands of miles or thousands of miles away, home is the source of feelings and the root of longing. With a home, a person has the source of his life. Without a home, he becomes a rootless duckweed!
"Son, sleep a little longer, and mom will make porridge for you!"
Yu Ye got up and walked outside the door.
The old woman is old and her mind is a little unclear. At this time, she curled up her thin body and blew on the stove fire vigorously. Her messy hair showed spots of silver under the firelight, while her wrinkled face had a happy and satisfied smile.
The old man's body was strong, and he brought a bundle of dead branches.
Yu Ye walked to the firewood stove and helped the old woman up, picked up a branch and added it to the stove, then waved his hand to fan the stove, and the fire suddenly became brighter.
"My son is still very capable. When he was a child, everyone always praised him..."
The old woman added a handful of rice to the clay pot and kept mumbling.
The old man on the side looked at the two figures, smiled with a toothless mouth, and quietly turned his back.
Amidst the drifting smoke, a red sun rises slowly.
After Yu Ye drank half a bowl of porridge, he took off his Taoist robe, changed into a coarse cloth shirt, and walked alone into the mountains and forests to the west. Half an hour later, he returned to the small village. But in the blink of an eye, the back of the house was filled with a mountain of firewood. He went to the grocery store in the village and bought rice, salt, cooking oil, vegetables and several large pieces of braised pork. He helped the two old people who were at a loss to sit down in the sun. Then he found a wooden ladder, bought thatch, wooden boards, ropes and other materials, and repaired the thatched house that was leaking everywhere.
At noon, the smoke ignited again was filled with the tempting aroma of meat and wine.
In front of the well-renovated thatched cottage, Yu Ye sat at the table with the two old people. On the table were vegetables, braised meat and rice, as well as a jar of aged wine. He also poured half a bowl of wine for the old woman, which made the old man burst into laughter, and then he drank the wine in one gulp with tears...
After meal.
Yu Ye sat on the stone steps.
The old woman was reluctant to leave and took a patched shirt to accompany him. The old man was strolling in front of and behind the house, sometimes looking after piles of firewood, sometimes looking at the newly renovated thatched cottage, and sometimes drunkenly laughing with his neighbors.
Yu Ye was staring at Lushan in the distance, with a touch of melancholy in his eyes.
No matter what, he came with a mission after all. Today, Mo Xiao and Jiao Yu will join forces with Feiyu Village to eradicate the Xuanli Sect. But once the Xuanli Sect that they relied on no longer exists, they will have to face the sad news of their son's death. The supporting faith will collapse, and how will the two old people live in peace.
And the son of the two old men is nothing. After joining the Immortal Sect, he actually abandoned his parents and only pitied his parents for their love for licking the baby!
Yu Yeshang was thinking wildly and his expression was slightly condensed.
At the foot of Lushan Mountain, two men in Taoist robes walked up. They were both in their twenties and thirties. They should have reached the seventh or eighth level of Qi refining.
Immortal disciple?
After a while, the two Immortal Sect disciples came to the intersection, looked around for a moment, ignored Yu Ye's presence, and went straight to the grocery store.
Yu Ye raised his head and looked at the sky.
He changed his clothes and concealed his cultivation, but he was not afraid of revealing his identity.
At this time, the sun was gradually turning westward, and there was still no abnormal situation in all directions.
After the two immortal disciples bought something in the shop, they walked back and forth talking and laughing.
At this moment, four figures suddenly appeared in the distance.
The expressions of the two Immortal Sect disciples changed slightly and they hurriedly accelerated the castration. But four men had already rushed over and blocked their way menacingly.
Yu Ye could see clearly.
The four men are all Qi refining masters among the disciples of Feiyu Village.
In other words, Jiao Yu and Master Ji have already arrived here. The reason why they have not appeared for a long time may be that they are lurking in the dark and waiting for the opportunity.
How could the two Immortal Sect disciples show weakness? They raised their hands and summoned flying swords. The four Ji family disciples relied on the strength of their numbers and pounced on him viciously.
"Bang, bang——"
"Boom, boom..."
The sword light collided and the talisman exploded.
A group of monks were fighting, and the lightning and thunderous movements suddenly frightened the small village. Some people shouted loudly, and some hurriedly hid.
The old man was even more stunned and lost his voice: "There were several casualties in the front end, why is there another fight?"
The old woman's eyes were dazzled and it was difficult to see clearly in the distance. She said blankly: "Who started fighting again..."
Yu Ye vaguely sensed something was wrong and hurriedly said: "Old man, mother-in-law, go back to the house and take shelter for a while!"
He helped the old woman up and invited the old man into the house. Then he said a few words of comfort, closed the door, and placed more than ten restrictions around the thatched house.
The intersection where the two sides were fighting was only thirty or forty feet away from the thatched cottage. If you were not careful, the remaining power of the flying swords and talismans would harm innocent people. Since he is here, the two old men will never be harmed in the slightest.
Yu Ye returned to the steps and sat down.
Unexpectedly, when he turned around, the two Immortal Sect disciples were already dead and injured. Although the wounded man was covered in blood, he still held a flying sword and refused to give in. He raised his head and let out a scream. Although the four Ji family disciples surrounded him, they did not kill him. Instead, they all smiled sinisterly as if they were teasing prey.
Is that Xuanli Sect disciple asking for help?
Sure enough, before the screams stopped, three sword lights suddenly burst out from the top of the mountain a few meters away, swooping down like lightning.
The four children of the Ji family seemed to have expected this, so they turned around and ran back the way they came.
"The little thief from Feiyu Village, where can he escape——"
Following an angry shout, three figures with swords appeared in mid-air. The first man was a middle-aged man. Although he had an elegant appearance, he had an angry look on his face. The two foundation-building experts who followed were a pair of middle-aged men and women, both handsome in appearance and extraordinary in bearing.
At the same time, two sword lights flew out of the mountains and forests in the distance...
