The old man who was working hard finally heard the sound, stopped the hoe in his hand, and turned his head to look over.
However, several people were horrified when they saw the old man's face. They suddenly discovered that the old man's face had no eyebrows, eyes, mouth or nose, only a flat face.
When Leng Buding saw such a strange and terrifying face, even though he was as determined as Wen Buwu, he was so frightened that his scalp went numb, and he raised his hand and struck it with a palm.
But his hand suddenly stopped halfway down, because his eyes suddenly blurred for a moment, and the next moment his vision became clear again, and there were eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose on the old man's face.
The silkworm eyebrows, slender eyes, hump nose, thin lips and wide mouth, and a face full of wrinkles are engraved with the vicissitudes of time.
Wen Buwu's hand suddenly stopped, not because the old man suddenly had facial features, but because the facial features were familiar yet unfamiliar to him. They were actually his father who had been dead for more than seventy years.
Time flies, more than seventy years have passed, and Wen Buwu's father's figure and appearance have long been blurred in Wen Buwu's mind, and he can't remember it. But as soon as he saw the old man's face, the memory buried by time suddenly came to an end. He came out, so that when he saw this face, he was both familiar and unfamiliar.
"Awu, dad knows that you have been studying with Mr. Da for these years in the city, and you are full of college knowledge. Now for you to put down your books and go back to the village to work on these acres of crops with dad, which is an insult to your status as a scholar. , it buries your talent.
But, Ah Wu, the current chaos of war is not the time for you weak scholars to use your talents to take revenge. Those ruffians in the army who kill talented people, who will reason with you? They only use white knives to go in and red knives to go out.
Look at Xiujuan and Bao'er. Xiujuan's belly is getting bigger day by day, and she will give birth in two months. Bao'er is just seven years old, and it's your time to grow. How can you have the heart to leave the three of them alone?
Look at your father and mother again, you are an only son——"
Listening to the old man's earnest persuasion, scenes from the past that had been deeply buried by time appeared in Wen Buwu's mind again.
That year, the world was in chaos, and righteous men from all over the country rose up one after another to overthrow the brutal and corrupt Wei Dynasty.
Liu Yishun, the gun and stick instructor in their county, also took action and led his men to break into the county government office and chop off the head of the black-hearted county magistrate, swearing an uprising.
Liu Yishun wanted to invite the most knowledgeable Mr. Da in the county to serve as his military advisor and advise him. However, Mr. Da was already in his twilight years and had more ambition than strength, so he recommended him to Liu Yishun.
Then Liu Yishun found him, told him his revenge, showed his sincerity, and asked him to help, and he happily agreed. Then he hurried home to ask his father for instructions, but he was opposed by his father.
The situation that day was exactly the same as before, not even a single word was missing. The old man tried to persuade me, but in the end he still had a hard heart.
Later, the uprising failed, and he, a weak scholar, lived in a different place and suffered many hardships in those days of war and chaos. After many hardships, he finally met Wu Zhiqiu. Although he became a bandit, he was able to put his talents and knowledge to full use and shine for a while. Later, he met the fate of cultivation by chance and showed his incredible cultivation aptitude, which made him shine even more brightly.
However, when he returned to his hometown after becoming famous, he found out that his parents, wife and children had already died in the war.
Wen Buwu looked at his resurrected father in front of him, and then looked up at the ground, where his mother, wife and children were nervously waiting for the final decision of the father and son.
These familiar faces suddenly made Wen Buwu feel a deep sense of guilt and guilt. He couldn't imagine why he could be so ruthless and righteous back then? To resolutely abandon these close relatives for the sake of selfishness is really a waste of being a son, a waste of being a husband, and a waste of being a father.
boom!
There was a sudden violent roar in his mind, and the next moment his expression suddenly turned cold and gloomy. He knew that the scene in front of him was an illusion. If he could not break the illusion immediately, his mind would slowly get lost, and he would eventually sink into this false illusion and die.
boom!
Wen Buwu suddenly knelt on his knees on the field ridge and kowtowed to his father repeatedly. Then he stood up suddenly, took the hoe from his father's hand, and pounded his head hard.
"ah---"
The mother, wife and children at the edge of the field all screamed in fear and ran over as hard as they could.
Wen Buwu, with a ferocious look on his face, came forward with a bloody hoe——
puff--
Wen Buwu spit out blood, the scene before his eyes blurred, and all the illusions disappeared. But his body was trembling, and he was soaked in cold sweat from head to toe. His face had no blood at all, and was as white as paper. He looked miserable and tired, and he felt as if he had aged several years.
Although it was an illusion, holding a hoe in his hand and killing his relatives one by one was almost unbearable even with his level of cultivation.
puff--
Another mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face became paler, but he felt better. He quickly shifted his attention and looked around.
There is still picturesque scenery all around, and there are still farmland and villages in front of you, but the farmers working in the fields have disappeared, and the village has become a dilapidated and deserted village.
Everyone around them had their eyes closed, some looked painful and ferocious, some had faces full of joy, and some had tears in their eyes——
Only the figure of Butcher Zhang was missing.
Wen Buwu's eyes fell on Zhang Xiaopou. Zhang Butcher had gone somewhere and threw the unconscious Zhang Xiaopou on the field ridge. With such an excellent opportunity, he couldn't help but want to do something to Zhang Xiaopou, but Thinking of Butcher Zhang's warning, I couldn't help but feel fearful and hesitated.
Suddenly his expression turned cold and he made a decision. He reached out to grab Zhang Xiaopou, but his hand actually passed through Zhang Xiaopou's body and missed.
He looked stunned and hurriedly grabbed it a few more times, but the result was the same. Zhang Xiaozu's body was like a virtual illusion, which could be seen but not touched.
But he saw a happy smile on Zhang Xiaozu's face, as if he was lost in the illusion and enjoying it. This suddenly made him wonder, is it that the bodies of the people in the illusion have all become insubstantial?
With this suspicion in mind, he stretched out his hand to grab Wu Man'er next to him. As expected, just like when he caught Zhang Xiaopeng, his hand passed through Wu Man'er's body and grabbed nothing.
"What a brilliant illusion formation, it can actually pull a person's true body into - pull in -" Wen Buwu wanted to praise this illusion formation for being able to pull a person's true body into the illusion, but he suddenly stopped mid-sentence. Stop, because if what was in the illusion was his real body, then he used his real body to kill his parents, wife and children. It was terrifying to think about it, and his old heart could hardly bear it.
boom!
There was a sudden explosion in the deserted village ahead, and then a ray of auspicious light rose into the sky from a courtyard, apparently a scene of a treasure appearing in the world.
"Do it!" Wen Buwu immediately scolded in annoyance. He finally understood why Butcher Zhang was not there. It turned out that he was looking for treasures, so he immediately spread out and rushed towards the abandoned village.
He rushed into the village and saw Butcher Zhang walking out of a yard, with a contradictory expression of joy and regret on his face.
Butcher Zhang didn't say anything when he saw him. He hurried to the yard of the next house and stood at the door of the yard making seals.
Wen Buwu could clearly see that Butcher Zhang was breaking the ban on the courtyard. He hurriedly ran to a courtyard, stood at the door of the courtyard and looked in. The blood on his face suddenly surged, and his heartbeat accelerated instantly. He saw that there were a large number of spiritual fruits planted in the courtyard, and they were all ripe. He raised his feet and walked into the yard, but was restrained and bounced a big somersault. Butcher Zhang saw his embarrassment from a distance and laughed happily.
When he finally broke the ban on the yard and rushed into the yard impatiently, he realized why Butcher Zhang had such a contradictory expression on his face when he came out of the yard just now. It turned out that as soon as the ban was broken, the spiritual fruit in the yard Suddenly, Fenghua, who was already extremely fast, turned into dust in an instant, leaving only a few spiritual fruits in the courtyard.
However, even if there is only one left, it makes people happy. Of course, while happy, it is inevitable to be upset and regretful at the same time.
"You didn't fall into the illusion formation?" Wen Buwu asked curiously as he passed by Butcher Zhang.
"I'm hit. I saw my mother, but before she could speak, I, an unfilial son, slashed her with a knife." Butcher Zhang responded.
"——" Wen Buwu twitched the corners of his eyes twice and muttered: "As expected of a butcher, his heart is really cold and vicious!"
It's just that his tone was a bit sour, because if he was as decisive and ruthless as Butcher Zhang when he saw his old father, his mood would not be damaged.
In such a comparison, he was not as good as Butcher Zhang, which made him feel uncomfortable.
"That's right. For every person who slaughters dogs for justice, there are more people who are unfaithful and educated." Butcher Zhang countered.
Wen Buwu twitched the corner of his mouth, ignored Butcher Zhang, and hurried to the next courtyard.
A quarter of an hour later, Taoist Tianwu broke through the illusion and woke up from the coma. He tried to wake up the three disciples who were trapped in the illusion array, but he tried his best and failed. Then he saw the rays of light rising into the sky in the abandoned village ahead. Since then, he has joined the team to grab spiritual fruits.
When he met Butcher Zhang in the village, he gave up his precious time, followed Butcher Zhang, scolded him for a while, and snatched the spiritual fruit from a yard where Butcher Zhang had just lifted the ban. Only then did he take the photo. He slapped his butt and left with satisfaction.
Butcher Zhang was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, but he seemed to feel guilty and never argued with Taoist Tianwu.
Monk Huijing, Taoist Yiwei, Wan Qiuqing and Wu Maner broke through the illusion one after another and woke up from the illusion. Everyone looked ugly, covered in cold sweats and worried. Among them, monk Huijing and Wan Qiuqing were the most serious. They vomited several large mouthfuls of blood before they slowly regained their composure.
They tried to wake up Zhang Xiaozu and Taoist Qinglian, but they were unable to do anything. They knew that the illusion formation was extremely clever, and they could only rely on themselves to break through the illusion and wake up.
However, the faces of Zhang Xiaozu and Taoist Qinglian were filled with happy expressions. It was obvious that they were deeply lost in the illusion and were enjoying themselves in it.
In the end, they all temporarily put aside their worries about Zhang Xiaopou and Taoist Qinglian and joined the team to snatch the spiritual fruit.
Monk Huijing had no desires and desires. He sat cross-legged next to Zhang Xiaopou and Taoist Qinglian, constantly reciting Buddhist sutras that calm the mind and break delusions, hoping that the two of them could hear them and wake up as soon as possible.
He looked at Taoist Qinglian with particularly worried eyes.
…
Zhang Xiaozu woke up leisurely and opened his eyes. The sight he saw made him stunned.
A yellowed mosquito net with many patches, two wooden boxes for clothes and bedding placed next to the wall, and a mud wall painted with lime——
Everything he saw seemed so familiar. This was his bedroom in Liujiacun.
Scratch——
While he was confused, there were footsteps, the curtain inside was opened, and an innocent woman with two ponytails walked in, holding a wooden basin in her hand.
"Que'er——" Zhang Xiaozhu suddenly sat up from the bed in surprise when he saw the woman coming in, looking at the woman calling excitedly.
The woman who came in was none other than Liu Queer. A birthmark the size of a fingernail on her left cheek told Zhang Xiaozu that he had recognized the wrong person, because she was the only woman with a birthmark on her face in Liujia Village.
"Ah, Brother Pawn, you finally woke up!" Que'er saw Zhang Xiaozu sitting up from the bed, and her reaction was even more excited and happy than Zhang Xiaozu. She quickly put the wooden basin in her hand on the basin stand next to the door, and then strode Run to the bed.
"Brother Pawn, it's great that you finally woke up! It's great!" Que'er stood by the bed and looked at Zhang Xiaopou, excited and incoherent. Then her eyes turned red and tears fell down.
Zhang Xiaozu stared at Que'er in a daze, feeling that he was dreaming, but this dream was so real that he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.
"Brother Pawn, are you feeling uncomfortable?! I'm going to call Uncle Liu to check on you." Seeing that Zhang Xiaozu was in a daze, Que'er thought there was something wrong with his body, and immediately showed a worried look. , I want to invite the local doctor in the village.
"Wait - wait a minute." Zhang Xiaozu called out to Que'er, moved to the bedside, hugged Que'er into his arms, and held her tightly, not wanting to let go, but also not daring to let go, for fear of As soon as I let go, I woke up from the dream.
Que'er was held in Zhang Xiaozu's arms, and her face suddenly turned red with embarrassment. Her cheeks were burning, as if she was on fire. She struggled conditionally at first, but Zhang Xiaozu's hug was too tight and she couldn't break away. She could only let Zhang Xiaozu hold her with a blushing face. Then he quietly stretched out his arms, closed his eyes and hugged Zhang Xiaopou's back.
"Que'er, do you know? I really miss you so much." Zhang Xiaozu leaned against Que'er's ear and expressed his thoughts with sobs.
Que'er became even more ashamed as she listened, but her heart felt as sweet as falling into a honey pot.
"I am also - I am also very, very worried about you, afraid that you will never wake up again." Que'er was slowly infected by Zhang Xiaozhu's emotions, and she confided with choked sobs.
Feeling Que'er's soft and warm body and listening to her whispering in his ear, Zhang Xiaozu suddenly felt so real, as if he was not dreaming, which made him stunned again.
He didn't pinch himself to verify whether it was a dream, because if it was a dream, he wanted the dream to last longer instead of waking up quickly.
"Have I been unconscious for a long time?" Zhang Xiaozhu asked curiously. Combining what Que'er said before and after, he found that he seemed to have been unconscious in this real dream for a long time.
"Yes. You have been in a coma for ten days." Que'er nodded.
"Ah?" Zhang Xiaozu was surprised and asked hurriedly: "When did I faint? How did I faint? Why don't I remember?"
"Don't you remember? You and Uncle Li formed a hunting team and went hunting in the black forest. While hunting a black wild boar, you accidentally got hit by the black wild boar and then fainted. It was Da Wa, Oh no, it was Brother Guangmao who carried you all the way back from the Black Forest." Que'er narrated.
"???" Zhang Xiaozu had a question mark on his forehead after hearing this. He formed a hunting team to hunt in the black forest, and he remembered being knocked unconscious by a black wild boar while hunting a black wild boar. But what happened to being carried back by Niu Dawa?
