Angry dragons gallop, overturning mountains and seas, pushing up peaks and cracking veins, and roaring in the sky. The roaring Yellow River water destroys dry and decayed trees, leaps thousands of miles and rolls up yellow waves, roars and shakes the earth.
The Yellow River used to be, the familiar surging yellow water, a giant dragon rushing into the sea!
How many times have I dreamed of the Yellow River, and how many times have I dreamed of returning to my hometown. Xiao Chen stood on the bank of the Yellow River, with flying black hair covering his resolute cheeks, and let out a long roar. The shaking water of the Yellow River rolled up thousands of huge waves, and the giant dragon roared,
Fluttering thousands of miles, rushing into the distance.
Looking far into the distance, the extremely familiar land was full of intoxicating atmosphere, as if there was a magic power summoning Xiao Chen. He soared into the sky and flew quickly high in the sky with only one goal, which was the water of the Yellow River.
A small village next to it.
As he got closer, he really saw the familiar mountains and ravines. This was not a dream. Xiao Chen realized that he had really returned to the human world.
I never thought I would come back like this. I have been working hard day and night just to return to the world. How many times have I longed for it in my dreams and how many times have I woke up in disappointment. I never expected... After working hard for so many years, I was finally killed by a person.
The "sea eye" of space swallowed it back.
Such... an encounter!
Wry smile, helpless, but more of excitement, the hand of fate, so unpredictable, actually led him to realize his dream.
Closer, closer again, flying all the way along the Yellow River, he finally came to the familiar hometown. Looking at the land from a distance, Xiao Chen's heart was filled with ups and downs, and his eyes were blurred, but there were no tears to shed. He thought
He yelled, but his throat seemed to be blocked.
I want to speak...but I am speechless.
Landing on the bank of the Yellow River, Xiao Chen walked forward step by step, along the loess road towards the small village several miles away.
Beside the loess road, the huge bluestone carries many childhood memories. He once climbed up and down it with his childhood friends. This was the gathering place for the children in the village after meals. Every time he went to the Yellow River to play, catch fish and swim.
In the past, we all gathered here.
There are also ancient trees beside the loess road, which were planted by his grandfather's generation. Now they are intertwined, tall and vigorous, like horned dragons. The old branches are sprouting new leaves. This is a place where old people like to live together.
The air is filled with the smell of earth, mixed with the fragrance of grass, and the spring is full of hope. Xiao Chen likes this season. It was like this in the past and still is like this now. This season always gives people a feeling of hope.
Arrived. Finally, we arrived at the entrance of the village. Rows of willow trees were flying in front of us, like snowflakes dancing.
The yellow-green grass, the soft willows with flying catkins, and the fresh green in the fields. Everything is full of local flavor, everything is so familiar, everything is so kind.
Rows of simple houses were hidden behind weeping willows, and Xiao Chen's eyes gradually became blurry.
At the entrance of the village, a pair of gray-haired old men were walking towards each other, supporting each other, looking at the end of the loess road.
Xiao Chen suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain. How many times had he dreamed of such a scene in the immortal world? His white-haired parents stood desolately at the entrance of the village. In their lonely old age, they clung to that little bit of hope and looked at the road in front of the village.
The dirt road looks forward to the return of the wanderer who has been away for several years.
Every time I dream of such a scene, Xiao Chen wakes up from his dream and feels wet at the corners of his eyes every time.
Xiao Chen rushed forward quickly, and a puff of smoke and dust blew up from the loess road.
"Chenzi..."
An old voice came from the front, his tone full of doubt and disbelief.
Xiao Chen immediately stopped. Those were not his parents. Something seemed wrong in the village. It was almost noon, but it was silent. There seemed to be no life at all.
He wiped away the tears that blurred his eyes. Looking forward, the pair of gray-haired old people turned out to be his uncle and aunt. They were his father's uncle and aunt.
"Uncle..."
"Chenzi is it really you?!" The two old men staggered, their hair as white as snow, they scrambled forward a few steps and grabbed Xiao Chen's arm.
"It's me, I'm back." Xiao Chen tried his best to calm down, supported the two old people, and said: "What happened in the village, my parents...them?"
The two old men were nearly eighty years old. Their skin was wrinkled like dry orange peels, and their bodies were as skinny as bones. They groped Xiao Chen's cheeks tremblingly, pinched Xiao Chen's palms hard, and said: "
It's Chenzi...it's really Chenzi. "
"It will be good to come back, it will be good to come back!" The old man sighed and said: "Eight years, a whole eight years!"
Yes, it has been eight years since Xiao Chen left the human world. He was trapped on Dragon Island for one year, cultivated in the pure land of barbarians and forest tribes for three years, and spent four years in the Ancient God Desert. More than eight years have passed.
, he was twenty years old when he left the human world, and he was already twenty-eight years old when he came back again.
"My child, your parents have been very depressed these past years. They look forward to each other year after year and day after day. Every evening, they will support each other and come to the entrance of the village, looking at the dirt road in front of the village, hoping that you will come back!" At this point, the two of them said
The old man sighed and poked Xiao Chen's forehead hard, saying: "You cruel kid, it's been eight years since you left. Eight years! How many eight years are there for the old man? Their hair has turned white...
…”
Tears flowed down Xiao Chen's cheeks. He slapped his mouth hard and said, "It's my fault, it's my fault!"
The two old men grabbed his hands and said, "I think you have some reasons, otherwise why wouldn't you come back? Don't worry, your parents are still here, but... alas!"
"What's wrong? What happened?" Xiao Chen's eyebrows stood up at that moment.
"It's still Chenzi from before. As soon as you see it, gangsters from ten miles and eight villages will be honest for ten days and a half, and their motivation will not diminish." The two old men sighed: "But this time... it's not the thugs nearby.
People, it is the state religion of Kyushu that is causing trouble. It forces all men, women, and children in the village, even the fifty-year-olds and teenagers, to build a huge project in the upper reaches of the Yellow River, saying it is to build some kind of Zulong Terrace.
, there is another saying that it is to build the Shimen Tongtian Death Bridge..."
"Now, there are only old people like us who are in our seventies waiting to be put into the coffin, and some children under ten years old, who are doing evil." The two old people were angry and anxious, and said: "Many people are building Laoshizi
He died during the construction. In the past, only your parents were watching from the entrance of the village. Now every twilight, the old people in their 70s and 80s will come here and look at the loess road, afraid that their children will not come back, and they are afraid that the white-haired people will give away the black-haired people.
ah. "
"my parents……"
"Your parents have to build that Ancestral Dragon Platform every day, or that damn thing called the Tongtian Death Bridge. No one in the village who is over fifty years old is spared. "
"Damn it!" Xiao Chen's eyes shot out two dazzling rays of light, and the sharp edge shattered a willow tree next to him.
The two old men standing next to him were dumbfounded in shock. They grabbed him and said, "Son... don't act recklessly. My uncle knows that you know martial arts, but you can't fight against the government, otherwise it will bring trouble to our village."
A big disaster. "
"Uncle, don't worry, I won't act rashly. I'll go upstream to have a look. "
"No!" The two old men hugged his arms tightly, fearing that he would mess up, which made Xiao Chen helpless and said: "I really won't cause trouble. I just came back, I just want to see him as soon as possible
Just my parents. ”
"The sun is setting now. You don't need to go. They should be on the way already. Don't worry, your parents will be fine. They are usually so kind, and because of your sudden disappearance, the people in the village are very sympathetic and very sympathetic."
Take care of them. Even if you go to the river embankment, you don’t have to do heavy work or tiring work. "
It can be seen that the two old men are very afraid of the so-called state religion in Jiuzhou, fearing that Xiao Chen will cause trouble and bring disaster to the village.
Xiao Chen felt very strange. In the past, there was no such thing as a state religion. After some questioning, he finally understood that this state religion was only sealed in the past two years, and it instantly became the top sect in the world. It is said that there are immortals among the religions.
The gods used to use their great magic power to control the wind and rain in the palace, spread beans to create soldiers, and even summoned heavenly soldiers and generals, which won the emperor's trust.
The sun was indeed going down soon. Not wanting to disobey the two old men in front of him, Xiao Chen, accompanied by them, returned to his home after eight years of separation.
It seemed that... it had never changed, everything in the courtyard was the same as before. It was as if he had only left for a moment.
Pushing open the door of his own room. The sheets were clean and the quilt was folded neatly. The desk and wooden chair were spotless, just like when he left. Xiao Chen's nose felt sour, and he knew it must be
My mother, who loves to tidy up the house, cleans the house every day and keeps it up.
The mother is worried when her son travels thousands of miles!
It can be seen from this how much his mother misses him.
When I came to my parents' house, it was still as tidy as before.
Inadvertently, he saw several small wooden knives and small wooden swords beside his pillow. These were... Xiao Chen felt his eyes filled with mist.
He liked to dance with knives since he was a child. His father carved these for him. When he grew up, these were kept in the side room, but now... they were put on his pillow by his parents.
This is missing!
His parents miss him deeply and are always looking forward to his return. They find all his childhood toys and put them on his pillow... This is such a deep longing. The parents who are lonely in their later years have strong expectations in their hearts.
Hope he comes back soon.
With tears streaming down her cheeks, Xiao Chen could imagine the pain and loneliness of his parents in their later years, and he missed his children with great care.
The twilight old man is looking forward to the return of the wanderer who is away from home. He does not believe that something happened to his missing son. He is looking forward to it day and night...
In the house, Xiao Chen picked up strands of snow-white hair. His parents were really old, and the hair that used to be gray was now completely white... He felt sad in his heart.
If you want to see your parents, you need to see your parents now!
Xiao Chen shook aside the two old men who were chasing him and rushed towards the entrance of the village, where there were already a dozen old men and a dozen children looking at the dirt road in front of the village.
"Hey, that's Chenzi. "
"Chenzi is back. "
"It's really Chenzi!"
Eight years have passed, and the years have not left any traces on Xiao Chen. He is a cultivator in the Yukong realm. His life span has been extended by hundreds of years, and his appearance is still the same as when he was twenty years old. Therefore, the elderly in the village recognize him as a cultivator.
After he came out, some children stared at him curiously.
The old people immediately surrounded him and asked him where he had been all these years.
At this moment, a child shouted happily: "I'm back, I'm back. "
In the distance, at the end of the loess road, the old and young in the village came back. They were covered in mud and exhausted, and they all came back supporting each other.
"Damn the state religion, using people as livestock." The old man in the village felt extremely distressed and said: "More than a dozen people have died in the village. God knows how long the remaining dozens of people can survive... Wuwu...
"
In the distance, an old woman with snow-white hair exclaimed and stumbled over. Her shoes fell off, and she didn't seem to know. She was barefoot, with tears streaming down her face, and fell down on the loess road several times.
"Mother……"
Xiao Chen yelled, rushed over, fell to his knees with a plop, and supported the old man.
"Chenzi. My child, is it really you? Wuwu... My child, you are finally back... Wuwu..." The hair has long been white, the face is covered with wrinkles, and the melancholy look on the charitable face
Her expression gradually faded away, and she held Xiao Chen's head and cried loudly. A pair of calloused hands rubbed Xiao Chen's cheeks vigorously.
"Child...my child..." Xiao Chen's mother kept repeating these two sentences, tears kept pouring out, and she rubbed his face vigorously.
"Child... child..." Xiao Chen's father also stumbled over, covered in mud. An excited smile bloomed on his tired and haggard face. The white hair was so eye-catching and the wrinkles accumulated, showing his age.
"Father……"
Xiao Chen knelt and moved a few steps forward, and the family held their heads together and cried.
Everything in this world may be fake, but the love between parents is absolutely fake.
After eight years of separation, Xiao Chen finally returned to the world. Xiao Chen hugged his elderly parents tightly. His heart was as sharp as a knife, and he burst into tears. His parents were really old... but he was not around for so many years.
Looking at his gray-haired parents and feeling the calluses on their palms, Xiao Chen felt heartbroken and at the same time felt a surge of anger. The family's conditions were good, they had quite a lot of assets, and there was no need to work hard. But his parents
But he was so miserable in his later years. His palms were actually covered with calluses. This... was all caused by the "state religion". He clenched his fists uncontrollably.
"Is Xiao Chen really you?"
"Xiao Chen, you are back!"
"Xiao Chen, you damn boy, it's been eight years since you left!"
A large group of people gathered around. Of course, those at the end were all good friends who had been playing together since childhood.
"It's me, I'm back." Xiao Chen looked at these former friends with mixed feelings and called out their names one by one: "Da Zhou, Xiao Hu, Er Bing, Xiucai, Bald..."
"it's me!"
"it's me!"
Big hands stretched out one after another and held Xiao Chen tightly.
Xiao Chen's parents shed tears of happiness and smiled as they watched Xiao Chen recognize his former partner.
"Woooo..."
At this moment, someone started crying.
"Xiao Chen, you are back... Three of the friends we grew up with have died. If you don't come back, I'm afraid we won't be able to see you either. "
Having said this, everyone in the village was very sad. This was a small village with less than a hundred people, but more than a dozen people had died not long ago.
The companions were all covered in mud and exhausted, with whip marks all over their bodies, and some of them had shocking wounds.
"Do you remember Da Zhuang? He had an upright temper, but he was beaten to death after he contradicted the supervisor on the bank of the Yellow River. There is also Xiao Han, who has been frail and sick since he was a child and cannot work hard at all, although all his work is shared by us.
I've eaten more than half of it, but I'm still exhausted. And Xiaohai..."
Da Zhuang, Xiao Han, Xiao Hai... good childhood friends, just left like this. Looking at his parents, and then at his exhausted friends, Xiao Chen felt anger rising in his heart, and he clenched his fists tightly.
"If these children hadn't moved rocks and earth for us, we would have died of exhaustion by the Yellow River..." Xiao Chen's father had mixed emotions. Xiao Chen's mother was wiping tears for a group of children in her eyes.
"I'm back and I won't let you suffer anymore!" Xiao Chen stood up straight and looked towards the upper reaches of the Yellow River, shooting out two rays of cold light.
"Chenzi, please don't mess around. It's the Kyushu state religion. It's unimaginably powerful. Not only were the villagers near the Yellow River drafted as coolies, but hundreds of thousands of slaves were taken from all over the country. No one dared to resist."
The old people sighed one after another.
"Yes, Xiao Chen, please don't mess around." Even Xiao Chen's childhood friends also dissuaded him, saying: "We know that you know martial arts. You have been practicing outside since you were a teenager, and your skills are extraordinary. However, the state education
People are stronger than you can imagine. We have seen with our own eyes that their patrol envoys can actually fly and they know magic!"
"Yes, the most we have seen is a dozen young people walking in the air with flying swords on their feet, and going upstream along the Yellow River. "
"Those men are handsome and the women are as beautiful as flowers, but they are merciless in their attacks. I once saw them wield flying swords with my own eyes. It was just a beautiful girl who took action, and a flying sword pierced the sky with a slight twist.
, he cut off the heads of more than a dozen martial arts masters. "
Xiao Chen frowned, what happened in the human world? There are actually such masters. It seems that there are not just one or two. It seems that the so-called national religion has many such practitioners.
Seeing everyone's worried looks, Xiao Chen had to promise them that he would not cause trouble. However, he still promised that he would immediately find a way to get everyone out of trouble.
How can we continue to let our parents do hard work? How can we just watch our friends suffer? It is impossible for Xiao Chen not to take action, but he has to make a plan. After all, the people around him are not like him and can control the world. From now on, these
People will continue to live on the banks of the Yellow River.
After returning home, almost everyone in the village came to see Xiao Chen return. This is the simplicity of a small village. There are only about thirty households, and if any household has something to do, everyone will help.
Very late, I sent off those uncles and those friends.
His parents held his hands and had endless words to express their longing for him over the years.
Xiao Chen listened silently, trying not to cry.
While talking, the two old men seemed to remember something and let out a long sigh.
"Father, what's wrong with mother?"
"Don't you feel like there's something missing in your heart?"
Xiao Chen looked at his parents in confusion.
"Ruoshui comes to visit us several times every year, but after she came at the beginning of last year, she left us more money than we could spend in a lifetime and never showed up again. "
Xiao Chen's expression immediately froze.
"Don't blame other girls." Xiao Chen's father sighed: "She is the same age as you and has been waiting for you for seven years. Girls from ordinary families get married when they are fourteen or fifteen, but she is already twenty-seven.
She is not married yet, so she is considered an old girl who cannot get married in Kyushu. To tell you the truth, we, the old couple, have persuaded her many times to stop waiting for you..."
"She..." Xiao Chen wanted to say something, but felt that his throat was blocked.
"She left a lot of jewelry last year and hasn't appeared since." Xiao Chen's mother sighed and said, "What a good girl. She is more beautiful than the fairies in the paintings. She is also knowledgeable, gentle, and virtuous. She is Fairy Guanghan.
I won’t change my daughter-in-law like this when I come here!”
Xiao Chen walked to the window and silently looked at the stars in the sky. He had been mentally prepared for this result, but he still felt a little bitter. Is it really only a year too late? Is Ruoshui destined to become the passing water in his life?
?
Looking up at the starry sky, Xiao Chen whispered to himself: "I silently bless you...I pray for you from afar..."