The white-haired old man opened his eyes and moved his gaze to Xiao Jingrui.
Xiao Jingrui felt a strange gaze looking at him, and turned his head to look at the white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man did not look away, but still glanced at Xiao Jingrui.
However, Xiao Jingrui felt a little uncomfortable when the white-haired old man looked at him and asked in question.
"Old sir, why are you looking at me like this?"
Ke Wenqian withdrew his gaze and did not answer his question. He closed his eyes again and rested his mind.
Seeing him like this, Xiao Jingrui was not angry, but turned around and continued walking.
Ke Wenqian seemed to be a little interested in his origins, and asked: "I don't know... Taoist friend, where did he come from!"
When Xiao Jingrui saw him asking, he also stopped, lowered his voice, and spoke in a respectful tone. He did not hide anything and told the truth.
"I'm here from Muyang City. I wonder... what's going on, sir!"
Ke Wenqian nodded, his thoughts running rapidly, as if he thought of something, shook his head, sighed, and said regretfully: "It's a pity that Muyang City was attacked a few years ago, and no one came to support it, resulting in a ten The Fourth Realm Overhaul, that is, the lord of Muyang City died on the battlefield."
After saying that, Ke Wenqian touched his cheek, seemingly thinking about something. In the past years, he had never understood why no one avenged a Fourteenth-level cultivator at the hands of the Empire. Even the news of his death was unknown. It was blocked instantly.
Ke Wen shifted his gaze to Xiao Jingrui, wanting to confirm something, and asked again. "Is this a conspiracy or misfortune? Do you know?"
When Xiao Jingrui heard these words, his eyes became cold and sharp, as if the Ke Wenqian in front of him was the enemy who killed his father. He clenched his fist tightly, and the hand that clenched the fist kept trembling. Even his body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and his eyes It also turned red.
Ke Wenqian looked at his sharp eyes and didn't pay attention. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, as if he had confirmed one thing.
"Fellow Taoist, there is no need to look at me like this. I am not your father-killing enemy."
Xiao Jingrui tried his best to suppress his emotions and not let them influence him. After a while, his emotions were slowly suppressed. After he woke up, he felt that he had lost his composure, so he withdrew his sharp gaze and apologized.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to look at you like that!"
"No problem!" After Ke Wenqian had confirmed that he was the son of the lord of Muyang City, he did not inquire further. Looking at his current situation, he also knew that after his father's death, his life was not satisfactory.
Ke Wenqian had some friendship with his father. Seeing that his son was not doing well, he wanted to help, so he asked.
"It's getting late, I don't know where Brother Dao is going!"
Xiao Jingrui looked at the endless road in the distance, feeling a little confused.
"Wherever I can stay, I will go!"
Ke Wenqian pointed into the distance with his finger.
"Ahead, there is a small town called Qingshi. You can stay there for the time being."
Xiao Jingrui looked at the direction his hand was pointing and asked.
"Old sir, when will we arrive at the Bluestone Town you mentioned?"
Ke Wenqian touched his cheek and calculated the time required for the journey.
"Hmm~~"
"With your current speed, you can probably arrive at 1:00 tomorrow."
"Thank you!" Xiao Jingrui had some questions in his heart. It felt really uncomfortable to hold them in, so he simply asked them.
"Mr., did you already know my identity from the beginning? I just don't know how the old man knew my identity."
Ke Wenqian smiled and explained: "I have met your father a few times and have some friendship. You look very similar to him, and you are carrying the sword he carried on your back, so I Make sure you are his son."
Xiao Jingrui smiled lightly and said: "I didn't expect that the old gentleman had met my father several times, and I didn't know about it!"
Ke Wenqian smiled amusingly and said: "You were still young at the time. Maybe you had seen me, but you just didn't remember."
It is true that Xiao Jingrui can't remember many memories from his childhood. Not to mention the memories from his childhood, his memories in recent years have become blurry. Even the appearance of his father and mother are slowly fading away. I don't know. From time to time, the faces of his parents would disappear in Xiao Jingrui's mind. Xiao Jingrui was a little distressed, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"It's okay if I don't remember. Once the bad memories dissipate, I will be a little happier in the future." Xiao Jingrui smiled bitterly, "As for hatred, haha, how can I fight against a country by myself?"
It's not that Xiao Jingrui doesn't want to take revenge, but that he can't take revenge at all. One person can't fight against a country. Even if he keeps working hard to practice swordsmanship every day, it will have no effect.
Xiao Jingrui didn't want to stay here for a long time. After all, he hadn't found a place to rest yet, so he had to clasp his fists and say goodbye: "Old sir, it's not appropriate for me to stay for a long time, so I'm leaving. See you again when we have the opportunity."
After saying that, before Ke Wenqian could reply, he turned around and left.
Ke Wenqian's eyes moved to the cloth wrapped around the sword behind him. He seemed to have noticed something strange. He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked in disbelief.
"The sword is broken, why don't you abandon it?"
Xiao Jingrui stopped walking and was not surprised as he knew that the sword behind him was a broken sword. He smiled bitterly and said: "Although the sword is broken, it can still cut through the world, and it was left by my father." How could I abandon my only relic?"
After saying that, he walked away. No matter what Ke Wenqian was asking, Xiao Jingrui didn't stop any longer. Even though it was rude, he couldn't waste any more time.
When Ke Wenqian saw this, he didn't ask any more questions and closed his eyes.
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"Finally the plowing is finished." Mingxuan wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, looked at the sky, and murmured to himself, "Unknowingly, it's already so late. I wonder if Mingya will be worried about me."
Mingxuan took the farm tools off the ox and put them in their original positions. He led the ox towards the town. After walking for a short time, he arrived outside the town and pulled the ox through the crowd. After all, there was a huge flow of people. , walking is somewhat difficult.
The scalper roared in anger, and the people around him were startled by the sudden roar. Some people accused and cursed, and some were already rolling up their sleeves, preparing to teach the scalper a lesson. Fortunately, Mingxuan said apologize.
Seeing Mingxuan's sincere apology, everyone didn't care anymore.
As he was walking, cheers suddenly came from the distance. Mingxuan took a closer look and saw that the place was crowded with people again. Some people clapped their hands and cheered, while some people couldn't bear to look away and left. From time to time, they walked up to the stage to compete, and then came to the competition sales room. Mingxuan had to pass here every time, and he was a little irritated, but he had nothing to do. After all, this was the only way to go to Xu Zherui's house. Unless he gave up making money, he wouldn't have to pass here every day.
Mingxuan took a quick look and quickened his pace. One person and one cow successfully passed through the crowd and reached the entrance of the alley.
