Nearly a month has passed since Xu Huaigu said goodbye to Luzhu and embarked on his journey home. The arrogant heat of summer has gradually faded away, and the weather has gradually turned cooler in July.
During this one-month journey, Xu Huaigu set out from the Water God Palace on the Luhua River and flew westward with his sword. It took him three days to reach the west coast of Feiyuzhou, and then took a cross-continental ferry from Feiyuzhou to East Fuyaozhou. .
Since he was going back to Qingling, he did not choose the ferry to Xicheng, but chose a ferry to Dayuguo Seaport.
This ferry is also unusual. Maybe they knew that the war in Dayu Country was about to start, and the goods shipped to Dayu Country were all weapons for killing, or daily necessities such as rice and oil.
Naturally, there are also transactions of spiritual weapons and magic weapons on this ferry, but Xu Huaigu is not familiar with the family that operates this ferry, so naturally he has no access to them.
As soon as the ferry entered Dayu's harbor, it was taken over by a specialized army. Xu Huaigu had little connection with these armies, so he continued to Qingling without stopping.
But speaking of which, when he was traveling in Fusang Kingdom, the Chu brother and sister he met in Fuyao Sect, his sister Chu Xiuyang, wanted to come to the south to fight.
In the end, Xu Huaigu helped her and she was able to escape from Fusang Country. Based on her ability, she probably won't die on the way and will come south sooner or later.
Maybe she had joined the army, or maybe she was found by the royal family of Fusang Kingdom and taken back. This was not something Xu Huaigu knew.
Everyone has their own destiny, and what Xu Huaigu can do is very limited. Once you reach this harbor, you will be very close to Qingling.
After Yu Jian passed by, it would take more than a day to arrive, and Xu Huaigu's mood became more and more complicated. Qingling... after all, it is a place that carries my childhood. Although I have been away for a long time, the longer I am away, the more I miss it.
When Sun Xiang dealt with the aftermath of Mo Long's escape, he had ordered that except for himself and Li Zi, everyone else must remain in Qingling and were not allowed to enter or exit.
He must have built a magic circle around Qingling to isolate Qingling from the outside world again. But Deng Zhiyuan brought news a few years ago that Zhang Xiaohe was missing. I guess he must have found a way to get out.
As for who helped him get out, where he went, and what his current situation was, Xu Huaigu had no idea.
The answers to all questions will be known when you arrive at Qingling. Xu Huaigu rested in the harbor for a night and then hit the road again.
He set out in the early morning. At dusk, he saw a city above the clouds that looked like the veins of leaves. A large river flowed by the city.
This large river is slightly smaller than the Luhua River, but it is also the only straight river in East Fuyao Island. Xu Huaigu looked at the city, his mind racing.
Back, everything is back. This city is Xingqing, and that river is Qishui. He turned the flying sword around, bypassed Xingqing City, and continued south.
Flying swords are prohibited from entering or leaving any large city in the world, and Xingqing City is still guarded by the two eighth-level warriors, so I am afraid that the movement of my sword cannot be hidden from them.
Xu Huaigu didn't want to cause trouble, not to mention that he was also on the side of Xingqing City, so there was no need to make each other unhappy.
Continuing to go upstream along the Qishui River and holding the sword until midnight, one can see the undulating mountains.
The mountains here are not high, far inferior to the big mountain range seen in Feiyu Island. There is no snow in the mountains, but the trees are lush and lush. It is the end of summer, so it looks even more lush.
The scenes hidden in his memory came back. He landed in front of a hill based on his memory, looked around, discerned the direction, and walked up a ridge.
Not long after, a desolate and dilapidated small temple appeared in front of him. The small temple is hidden among the trees and trees. A large part of the roof has collapsed and is covered with moss. It is as dilapidated as it was twelve years ago.
If you want to come here to be alone, there won't be many people to disturb you. But this temple has special meaning to Xu Huaigu.
It was in this temple that he witnessed the injustice of two lives trapped by love, saw Sun Xiang's ability, and sighed for the female ghost named Bingbing.
More importantly, he met Bai Xiaoyu. He slowly stepped into the temple and looked around. An earthen Buddha statue fell to the ground, and its face was smashed to pieces.
The ground is full of broken bricks and tiles, and the gaps between the stones are perfect hiding places for snakes, rats, and poisonous insects. Back then, Sister Bai was a greedy white snake here who stole incense.
The earthen Buddha statue was smashed, but the copper incense burner enshrined in front of the Buddha statue remained intact. The incense burner was covered with hard ash.
Xu Huaigu seemed to see the baptism of time from this copper incense burner. The dust fell on the incense burner, was watered by rain, burned by the sun, and condensed into a hard block.
The dust gets stuck again, and the rain and sunshine come again and again, day after day, year after year, sun and rain.
This is the sword of time, the sword of time. It is like this when it is engraved on the copper incense burner, and it is like this when people are covered with dust.
But there are still traces on the copper incense burner that are not that old. Xu Huaigu saw a few incense stems inserted into the incense burner, which were still bright purple-red.
Xu Huaigu stepped forward and twisted one of them, and looked at it carefully. It was still very fresh, with very little dust on it. It was inserted a few days ago, and someone came here to burn incense.
It should be Bai Xiaoyu, Xu Huaigu thought in his mind. She is offering incense here, probably for her sister, right?
Sun Xiang prayed for her, and she would definitely be reborn into a good family and live a happy and worry-free life.
Thinking of this, Xu Huaigu suddenly felt comforted. Be happy and worry-free. How many days in life can you be happy and worry-free?
When Zuo Qiuxun, Huang Shan and others went north, it was the happiest time in his life. Even though my realm and vision were low at that time, my happiness was real.
On the contrary, the higher the level, the more uncomfortable I feel. Those past years are gone forever. Xu Huaigu stood in the center of the ruined temple and looked up. He could see the broken moon from the top of the temple, which had collapsed in half.
He walked to the moss-covered bricks, stretched out his hand to touch it gently, and closed his eyes to feel the slight moisture on the moss.
Broken walls and ruins, all broken walls and ruins. But it doesn’t matter. It won’t be long before the land of East Fuyao Island will be filled with scenes like this.
Saying goodbye to the ruined temple, Xu Huaigu continued south to Qingling. If his memory is correct, half a day's walk south from here is the small town called Jiangyuan, where Sun Xiang placed his parents at that time.
However, according to the instructions Xu Huaigu left for Yu Qin, his parents must have left Jiangyuan at this time.
As for where you are, you have to ask Yu Qin to find out. Jiangyuan is the city closest to Qingling. The two places are only about ten miles apart and can be reached in more than an hour.
Therefore, when Xu Huaigu arrived at Jiangyuan with his sword, he switched to walking and no longer used his flying sword. Although Kanshu Laqingling is a small village, its specialness is self-evident.
Xu Huaigu knew how many pairs of eyes were staring at this small village at this time. He came back to his hometown, not to show off his power.
But despite being so low-key, Xu Huaigu still encountered some troubles when he entered Qingling. It was about five o'clock at this time, and the sun was about to rise. Xu Huaigu was walking in the mountains and fields on his way to Qingling, and the melancholy in his heart became more and more intense.
He looked at the plants and trees around him, and every one of them seemed familiar, as if he had seen them when he was a child.
But it seems very strange, and I can't remember whether I have been here before. It is said that people become more timid when they are close to their hometown, and Xu Huaigu is also the same.
Fortunately, his parents were not in Qingling, and he could still postpone their meeting. Otherwise, Xu Huaigu would probably be unable to move forward given his chaotic state of mind at this time.
There was a bright streak of white on the horizon, but the light in the woods was still dim. The birdsong in the early morning is the best, chirping like a child begging for candy.
Xu Huaigu didn't walk very fast, but he didn't go far before he had to stop. An old man with white hair sat under the woods in front. He closed his eyes, bathed in the morning light, and looked calm.
Even though Xu Huaigu couldn't feel half of his cultivation, the undisguised calmness and indifference in his body still allowed him to immediately judge that this person was by no means an ordinary person.
What's more, there was a sharp sword lying on the old man's lap. However, this still cannot stop Xu Huaigu from returning to Qingling.
He didn't want to disturb the meditating old man and planned to avoid him. Xu Huaigu changed the road and continued walking forward.
Not long after, the white-haired old man appeared on the road in front of him again, still closing his eyes to rest.
This unknown old man clearly wanted to stop him intentionally, but Xu Huaigu was not annoyed at all and decided to find another way to avoid him.
This time the old man couldn't sit still and said: "Stay." Xu Huaigu stopped, looked at the old man, and asked calmly: "Senior, why are you stopping me?" The old man still didn't open his eyes, and just said: "Surname Who is your name? Which sect you come from? Tell me your name." Xu Huaigu said, neither humble nor arrogant: "There is a wild cultivator, rootless duckweed. My surname is Xu and my first name is Huaigu." The old man's cheeks moved slightly, and he opened his eyes as if in surprise. She glanced at him, then immediately closed her eyes again, and said: "So you are Xu Huaigu, an Eighth Realm sword cultivator, not bad at all." Xu Huaigu said: "I have answered the question of senior, who is senior? Why don't you let me in?" The old man said calmly: "Since you are Xu Huaigu, let me let you in. As for who I am, you will know when you go to Qingling and see the person you want to see." Xu Huaigu Glancing at him, I secretly thought that I was being mysterious.
However, he and this old sword cultivator had never met before, and he might have come from somewhere to join in the fun in Qingling.
Xu Huaigu walked past the old man, and this time the old man really didn't stop him. Not far ahead, the woods gradually became sparse, and Xu Huaigu could vaguely see the snow-white Lingjiang River in the valley through the woods, as well as the villages located on the riverside.
Qingling was coming, Xu Huaigu was filled with emotions, and his steps speeded up unconsciously. The hometown that the soul has longed for, the place where the sincere heart of the wanderer returns, is right in front of us.
