Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue left Wutong Village and continued to move towards Xianyunju. In the afternoon, they arrived at a small mountain village. The mountain village was built on the mountain. It was not small, but it looked depressed and dilapidated. It almost looked like Wutong Village. .
Seeing someone coming, some villagers carefully hid, and some even closed their doors in panic.
"According to what Brother Cang said, after passing Wutong Village, it should be the place where Xian Yun lives. But from what I saw, this place seems to be very depressed. It is very different from Feixing Pavilion and Jade Cuizhuang. It seems that it is also occupied by Xian Yun all year round. The people in Yunju have been oppressed and tortured, so this Xianyunju is indeed not like a kind person." Luo Xue sat on the horse and glanced at Mu Lingtian and analyzed.
Mu Lingtian looked around, with an angry face and murderous eyes, and nodded slightly.
After passing through the village, Mu Lingtian saw in front of him a skinny old man with white hair and shabby clothes. He was digging something in the grass with a young child. The child looked like he was six or seven years old and his body was a bit shabby. He was thin and squatted beside him to help dig.
Mu Lingtian turned over and dismounted, and Luo Xue also dismounted, following Mu Lingtian and slowly walking towards the old man and the child.
Hearing the sound, the old man raised his head. There was almost only a layer of skin left on his thin face. He stared at Mu Lingtian with a look of panic on his face. He stood up slowly and hunched over. He protected the child behind himself.
Seeing the panicked and frightened look on the old man's face, Mu Lingtian stopped, saluted in front of the old man and said, "Old man, I'm just a passerby with no ill intentions. You don't have to worry."
"Aren't you from Xianyunju?" The fear in the old man's eyes was much reduced, and he asked Mu Lingtian in a hoarse and weak voice.
Mu Lingtian shook his head and explained: "I'm just passing by here and have nothing to do with Xianyunju. Isn't this the place where Xianyunju belongs? Why are you so afraid of the people in Xianyunju, old man?"
"Young hero, I don't know. Although this place belongs to Xianyunju, it is regarded as an abandoned village because it is too far away from Xianyunju. Therefore, the people of Xianyunju are trying to make things difficult for us, and plunder us with crossbows." , They don’t regard us as human beings at all.” The old man said, with tears streaming down his face, and his sleeves, as old as rags, swept across the corners of his eyes.
Mu Lingtian still held hope in his heart, thinking that the people in Wutong Village were just because of the power struggle, but he did not expect that the people in Xianyunju were actually as Cang Zixuan and the villagers of Wutong Village said. Mu Lingtian The murderous intention in Ling Tian's heart was rising at this moment.
Luo Xuelian walked over with light steps, looked at the weeds in the basket on the ground, frowned her eyebrows, moved her red lips lightly, and asked in surprise: "Old man, what are these you dug up?"
The old man looked at the basket, sighed helplessly, and explained to the two of them: "All the food in the house was taken away, so I had to dig some edible weeds back to fill my stomach..."
When Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue heard this, they felt sad in their hearts. They didn't know what to say. Luo Xue paused for a moment, strode back to the road, took off the baggage on the horse's back, and took out a relatively large bag. After packing all the dry food for Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue, Luo Xue returned to the old man and handed the bag to the old man: "Old man, take this first."
The old man took the bag and opened it. He couldn't believe his eyes and said in surprise: "This is..."
Hot tears rolled down his face. The old man reacted in excitement. He looked at Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue and didn't know how to thank him. He quickly pulled his grandson and knelt on the ground together, kowtowed to Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue and thanked them: "You two You are truly a living Bodhisattva who saves suffering, I, I kowtow to you."
"Old man, get up quickly." Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue quickly helped the old man and the child.
The old man then stood up, with only skinny hands left. He wiped the tears of excitement from his eyes, held the bag in front of the child, and said with a happy smile: "Beans, eat them quickly."
Douzi reached out and took out a piece of cake, and took a big bite. The look of him devouring it was heartbreaking to see.
"Slow down, be careful of choking." Luoxue frowned and said worriedly, with a trace of tears in her moist eyes.
Seeing that Douzi had eaten, the old man had a smile on his face, but suddenly he started sobbing sadly. He slowly knelt down and knelt in front of Mu Lingtian and Luoxue again. He glanced at Douzi and felt reluctant to let go. But he said helplessly to Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue: "I think you two are kind-hearted people. I have a merciless request, and there are two Bodhisattvas who can agree."
"Old man, get up quickly. What's the matter? You got up and said, if I can do it, I will definitely promise you." Mu Lingtian quickly supported the old man, but the old man had no intention of getting up.
Kowtowing to Mu Lingtian twice, the old man pulled Douzi forward and cried: "This is my grandson, whose nickname is Douzi. Half of my body has been buried in the ground, and I really can no longer take care of him." , Douzi’s parents were killed by people from Xianyunju, please take him away from here.”
When Douzi heard that he was hugging the old man and crying, he said sadly: "Douzi, don't leave grandpa, Douzi wants to be with grandpa. Wuwuwuwu."
"Old man, you get up first. Don't worry, I'm here just for the matter of Xianyunju. Everything will be fine." Mu Lingtian persuaded.
Luoxue also helped to support him, and the old man slowly stood up again in grief, wiped away his tears, looked at Mu Lingtian, and asked in disbelief: "Is what the young hero said true?"
With his handsome face and firm eyes, Mu Lingtian nodded: "Don't worry, the good days of Xianyunju are over."
"But..." The old man showed a worried look and asked again: "Young hero really didn't lie to me? Could it be that something big happened in Xianyun Residence?"
"Well, maybe." Mu Lingtian paused and replied calmly. Looking at the old man's confused look, he explained: "I'll just have to wait for some time to find out."
"Great, great, I have to go back quickly and tell the villagers this good news." The old man said excitedly, glanced at Mu Lingtian, looked ahead, and said to Mu Lingtian: " It's getting late, and there are no people in the distance ahead. If the young hero and the girl don't mind, why not rest at my house for the night, and it won't be too late to go tomorrow."
"This..." Mu Lingtian hesitated, but glanced at Luoxue. Mu Lingtian didn't want Luoxue to sleep in the wilderness, and also wanted to take the opportunity to learn more about Xianyunju, so he nodded in agreement and saluted to the old man. : "Then I'm sorry to bother you."
The old man held Douzi and returned to the road. He saw something out of the corner of his eye, something strange flashed through his eyes, but he did not show it. He just led Douzi in front and led the way, while Mu Lingtian and Luoxue led their horses, slowly. He followed slowly back to the village.
