Bai Pu didn't understand. He couldn't understand what his master was thinking. The five of them had been Wu Sheng's disciples for at least two hundred years. Among them, Huang Lian had the longest experience and had been following Wu Sheng for more than a thousand years. Why would Wu Sheng want to take his body now? Woolen cloth?
In Master's mind, what exactly are they?
High in the sky in Xiancha, Qingping also felt something strange. Huanglian always turned his back to her without saying a word. She couldn't hold it back and stretched out her hand to pull Huanglian: "What's wrong with you?"
As soon as her hand touched Huang Lian, it was sucked tightly and she couldn't pull away.
Qingping felt that the energy in her body was drained like water from a bottle, and poured into Huanglian's body!
"Huang Lian!"
The sudden change caused her to experience a fear she had never experienced in thousands of years. Her body was quickly hollowed out, and her muscles atrophied to the point of clinging to her bones. Within a few seconds, she became unable to stand, and she fell down as soon as her legs became weak. The earth is still being greedily sucked out of the remaining essence in her cells.
"You are free," Huang Lian opened his mouth, and what came out was a Wusheng sound, "I am also free."
Wu Sheng knew that the smart Bai Pu had noticed it, but it didn't matter. Bai Pu was no match for him, because everything Bai Pu knew was taught by him.
※※※
On the deserted official road, two young men walked side by side and came to a dilapidated thatched cottage.
This village is located on the border between the Song Dynasty and the Jin Dynasty. It was destroyed in the Song-Jin Dynasty war many years ago. In recent years, people from the Song Dynasty who fled south from the Jin Dynasty have gradually moved in. The two young people are looking for a family who just gave birth not long ago. They Hearing the cry of a baby in the room, he got in unceremoniously.
"Grandfather, the Immortal Sect is here."
A young man came in and said, "The mother who was still recovering in the house looked at them blankly. Her dirty face told the story of the difficulty of escaping."
"Great-grandfather, Li Zhen is here too." Another young man also said, "Hey, who is Tao Zhenren?"
There were two babies lying next to the mother, a pair of twins.
The husband of the mother-in-law saw the neatly dressed two people who had come from unknown places, and asked in panic: "What are you going to do?"
Unexpectedly, the two babies giggled at them, as if saying hello, and the man couldn't help but froze.
It turned out that the Zhixun Taoist people and the Taoyuan envoys had discussed it long ago. Since this disaster was not easy to be solved, they decided to escape from the shell and prevent the other party of unknown origin from getting any information.
After they used the true fire of Samadhi to burn their bodies, they used all their spiritual consciousness to go to the Southern Song Dynasty, and happened to meet a pregnant woman who was in trouble.
Giving birth to twins may put the mother's life in danger, but they also found ways to stabilize the mother's life.
The two young men bowed their hands respectfully to the baby.
The newborn's neck is still weak and unable to nod.
So the two twins blinked.
In his blurred vision, there was a dark shadow crossing. He knew that it was the bridge that he had to cross several times a day when he was young.
He was so tired that his vision wavered, and the scenery in front of him moved like quicksand.
After crossing the bridge, the low humming sound of running water was left behind. The memory of the past led him to a path, and he knew he was almost home.
"Almost there...almost there..." he told himself.
In a trance, he saw the desolate fields. Even though there might be frost in early spring, they were not so desolate that they were overgrown with weeds. The tenant farmers in his memory were no longer there. They should be weeding and preparing to plant at this time.
Finally, the familiar door came into view. The door god painting on the peeling paint door had not been changed for several years, and the lines were blurred.
He pressed himself against the door panel and used his last strength to knock on the door.
After knocking for a while but no response, I couldn't help but feel fear: Could it be that all the family members have moved away?
The war is in chaos, and the Jin soldiers are approaching. Did the family really escape?
"They must be refugees, don't open the door." There was a sound coming from inside, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's me..." He struggled to call out, but he heard his voice was thinner than a mosquito, and his dry throat still had a faint smell of rust.
He took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Little dragonfly... little dragonfly..."
The people inside were silent for a while.
Little Dragonfly was his nickname, and everyone in his family knew it. Instead of giving his name, he gave his nickname so that the people inside would no longer be suspicious.
Sure enough, footsteps came in a hurry, and the door opened a small crack, revealing eyes that were both expectant and worried.
He finally passed out and fell to the ground, and the exhausted muscles all over his body relaxed instantly. Before he fell asleep, he heard an excited voice: "It's the second young master!
He really is the second young master! "
"Sure enough, what Zigu said is true..."
What's the meaning?
Ignore it and go to sleep.
After sleeping for a long time, a strong sense of hunger surged over him, and his stomach kept twitching, and he finally opened his eyes from the darkness.
Someone soon helped him up and let him sit on the bed. Then a spoon brought the warm porridge to his mouth. He took the bowl and devoured the porridge hungrily: "Give it to me again."
He handed the bowl to the visitor and began to look around carefully.
He first saw the two maids in front of him and realized that they were the little girls who had left home.
He saw his elder brother looking at him for a while, making sure he was okay, and then walked out of the room.
He saw his mother holding back tears and murmuring: "I'm finally back, just come back..."
He was at a loss in his heart, without excitement or emotion. It was probably because he had lived a hard life for too long and escaped all the way from the north. He finally managed to save his life, but he was also numb.
A bowl of hot porridge was brought to him, and he immediately gulped it down. As he ate the porridge, his mind kept spinning, searching for fragments of past memories and piecing them together.
Gradually, my mind and stomach were no longer confused.
After he finished eating the porridge, his mind was completely clear.
He leaned up and climbed out of bed: "Where's dad?"
His mother also stood up: "Your father is waiting for you, go quickly, your eldest brother has just gone to inform you."
After saying that, she took his hand and led him out of the room.
Holding her son's hand, the mother was secretly surprised. When did her son's hand become so rough?
The veins were slightly floating under the dark skin, as if there were countless wind and frost crawling on the back of the hand.
She looked at her son's face. The childishness of the past was long gone, and his thin face was replaced by a pair of mature eyes.
When she saw her son's pupils, she felt a chill in her heart. She felt inexplicably uneasy, but she didn't dare to say it out loud.
His father was sitting on a bamboo chair in the yard, shrouded in the shade of the trees.
He knelt down before running quickly: "Dad, the unfilial son is back!"
His father had just entered old age, but his face showed serious signs of aging. He blinked twice and looked at the child intently for a while, then turned to his wife and said, "Tell everyone to clean up after all. Just be gentle." , heavy things will slow down the journey, and in turn cost lives.”
"Yes, sir."
His wife responded, but did not move, and glanced at her son worriedly.
"Go ahead and pass on my word."
He waved his hand again, and his wife reluctantly moved an inch.
"Master, I'll go right away," she said still worried, "don't scold your son."
He waved again and saw his wife walking into the house before facing his son again.
The son lowered his head, preparing to be scolded.
Ever since he was a child, whenever his father scolded him, he would get angry and he would be ready to receive it.
"Little Dragonfly," his father called him by his nickname, without any curse in his tone, "do you know that we knew that the Jin soldiers were approaching, and we had to take refuge a long time ago, all because we were waiting for you to come back, and we delayed it until now. If Our family was exterminated by the Jin people, and you must know that it was because of you."
He lowered his head lower: "I'm ashamed, kid... If the father has left with his family, the kid will definitely starve to death when he comes back!"
"Why have you been away from home for so many years, but there's been no news at all?"
"Dad, my child has someone to deliver the letters." He suddenly raised his head, "In the past seven years, my child has written more than ten letters in his own hand. Hasn't one of them arrived?"
His father shook his head.
For seven years, his family had no news about him. When the Jin soldiers were approaching, they even took the risk to wait for his return.
Suddenly, the estranged family affection that had lasted seven years came to his heart, and tears burst out from his eyes uncontrollably. He had endured all the hardships in the past seven years, but at this moment he couldn't help but shed all the tears.
His father had aged a bit in an instant, with tears rolling down his eyes: "Anyway, now that you are back, our family must leave as soon as possible."
His father didn't blame him, he seemed to ignore everything.
"Where do you plan to move your family to? When I came back, everyone in the town seemed to have fled."
