Tang Wanxin stepped into the backyard of Tongfu Inn.
The fruit trees in the backyard were bearing fruit in abundance, and a few magpies were chirping on the trees.
She saw a man in green with his back to her, playing with a formation under the fruit tree. It was a small spirit gathering formation. This fruit tree can quickly bear fruit.
The waiter called out: "Big shopkeeper, our shopkeeper Tang is back."
The man in green turned around with a smile and met Tang Wanxin's eyes.
"Why, we haven't seen each other for a few days and you don't recognize me anymore?"
Tang Wanxin looked at that familiar face and finally laughed out loud after a moment.
On Tianmo Mountain, the Ghost Saint stood under the Immortal Tree for a long time. He suddenly felt spiritual power fluctuations on his jade note.
The Ghost Saint took out the jade paper. Check the news from Tang Wanxin.
The content is only four simple words. "Chu Feng returns."
Only these four words made Ghost Saint stare at them for a long time. After putting away the jade paper, he let out a long breath.
He turned and looked east. He muttered to himself: "Resurrected from the dead! He actually came back from the dead! Lan'er, you didn't choose the wrong person. He should be the savior Feng Lan mentioned."
As the sun set in the west, a tall man wearing a bamboo hat walked into Tongfu Inn.
"Sir, please come in." The waiter greeted him warmly.
Unexpectedly, the big man climbed up to the waiter's ear and said: "If the sky is affectionate, the sky will also grow old."
"Um?"
"If the sky is affectionate, the sky will also grow old." The big man's voice rose a little, and he repeated it again.
The waiter finally remembered Master Zangjian's previous instruction. If someone said, "If the sky is sentimental, the sky will grow old," then he would say, "If a man is sentimental, he will die early." and lead the incoming person into the backyard.
The waiter got the slogan right, and the big man was really overjoyed.
"Looks like we found the right place."
"Uncle, please invite me to the backyard." The waiter was confused, but he found it very interesting.
It is not difficult to see that these new shopkeepers are not ordinary people. The waiter knew that the shopkeepers must be planning something big. And now he has the honor to participate in it personally, which makes him feel even more honored.
"Big shopkeeper, someone is visiting." The waiter sent the big man into the backyard and stepped back immediately with good sense.
The big man said bluntly: "I heard that this is a branch of the Seven Kills Sect."
"Oh? Are you here for business?" Chu Feng was very interested. "That's right! Is this eldest brother here to give orders?"
"Exactly!" The big man immediately revealed his intention.
It turned out that this man was a farmer in Yuzhou City. After discovering that his wife had committed adultery with Wang San next door, he began to murder Wang San. It happened that there were rumors in the city these days that the Seven Kills Sect's branch was located in Tongfu Inn, so he wanted to try his luck. Who knew the rumors turned out to be true.
Pei Feng and Tang Wanxin looked at each other. They all saw deep helplessness in each other's eyes.
No need to ask, the news was spread by Zang Jian. But this job... they really don't know how to take it.
"Our Seven Kills Sect kills people, it's very expensive."
"I saved some money. My lord, that Wang San is a wolf. He is a brother-in-law to me on weekdays, but secretly he has hooked up with my wife. If I don't kill him, it will be difficult to relieve the hatred in my heart."
"Since you're so angry, why don't you do it yourself?"
"My lord, I don't know. That Wang San learned some boxing skills when he was young. I, I will definitely not be able to beat him. I hope your lord will accept this point."
Chu Feng's head was covered with black lines. He cursed secretly in his heart, "What's the point of hiding a sword?"
Tang Wanxin smiled and said: "Your little money is not enough. If you are not angry, I have an idea. Doesn't that mean that Wang San doesn't have a wife?"
The big man was stunned for a moment, and finally thanked Tang Wanxin and strode away.
Pei Feng frowned and said, "This seems a little inappropriate, right?"
"It's better than him being beaten to death by that third king. I'm saving his life, which is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Hall Master Chu, my master didn't ask me to stay with you to do these trivial things for you."
Chu Feng smiled lightly and said: "Butcher has taken the position of helmsman. The affairs of Jiuduo have been temporarily settled. Now I have something I want to do. Do you want to go with me?"
"Where to go?"
"Southern Xinjiang."
Months passed in a flash.
Within the mountains of 100,000 miles on the border of southern Xinjiang, there are countless tribes, large and small.
These tribal people mainly make a living by fishing, weaving, raising insects, and farming. Among them, insect farming is a unique way of making a living for residents of southern Xinjiang.
There are many types of insect poisonous insects in southern Xinjiang, and their numbers are huge. The ancestors who lived here discovered many insect poison techniques and passed them down to later generations.
Today's southern Xinjiang residents mostly use various kinds of insect poisonous insects for production and labor. What's more, there are some capable people and strangers who can use the art of insect poison to improve their own cultivation and embark on the path of cultivation.
This was the first time for Mu Yutian Heng to leave his homeland and set foot on this continent. Everything in southern Xinjiang was full of freshness to them.
The language, clothing, and living customs of the people in southern Xinjiang are all very different from those in the western regions. They both felt as if they had entered a new world.
Passed through several mountains. The three of them saw smoke curling up from a tribe in the distance. Lan Xiaoyu's breathing suddenly became heavier. She looked at the tribe from a distance and was afraid to step forward.
"Where is this?" Mu Yu asked tentatively.
"This is the Mozang people, my home."
Tian Heng said: "What a great place. So what are you waiting for? Let's go in quickly."
Lan Xiaoyu still didn't move her body. "No, I won't go in."
"Why? We've all come this far. Don't you want to see your mother?"
Mu Yu said: "Are you worried that your mother is gone?"
Lan Xiaoyu nodded slightly.
"Are you also afraid that those tribesmen will see you like this?"
"Yes." Tears welled up in Lan Xiaoyu's eyes. "My people hate the ghost monks the most. And now...I have become the person they hate the most."
"I can't blame you for everything that happened!" Tian Heng said.
Mu Yu put his arm around Xiaoyu's shoulders and said, "Now that we've come this far, you have to go back. Brother Tian and I are waiting for you here. Go ahead."
Lan Xiaoyu put down the huge sarcophagus she was carrying behind her. She took the first difficult step. Then her pace became faster and faster.
"Mother. Mother." She whispered, her voice choked with tears as she started to speak.
In Lan Xiaoyu's memory. Little has changed here.
This place faces clear water in front and green mountains in the back. Every household has a stone wall and a small green tile roof. The long eaves, the narrow alleys, every plant, every tree, every tile and every stone can bring out countless tears from Lan Xiaoyu.
After entering the village, she saw several familiar faces, as well as the old village owner who always smoked a pipe with his back against a big rock. She also saw a few familiar young women. Those women should have been her playmates when she was a child, and now they have become tall and graceful.
Lan Xiaoyu easily avoided everyone's eyes and returned to her small courtyard.
With Xiaoyu's current level of cultivation, she could clearly hear the sound of cooking in the house. She has already felt her mother's breath. Yes, that is the relative she has not missed every day in these years.
"Mother. My mother."
Lan Xiaoyu dove into the house.
The woman was frightened and froze beside the stove. The woman looked at Lan Xiaoyu, her eyes changing rapidly. Her body couldn't help but sway.
"Mother. I'm back."
"Xiaoyu? Are you my Xiaoyu?"
"Mother, I am Xiaoyu. Your Xiaoyu is back."
