World of Immortals Chapter 282: The passing water

The angry dragon rushes, tumbling over the mountains, pushing the peaks and cracking veins, and screaming in the sky. The surging water of the Yellow River drove the dry and decayed, leaped thousands of miles and rolled the yellow waves, and roared and shook the earth.

Once the Yellow River, the familiar surging yellow water, a giant dragon rushing into the sea!

How many times have dreamed of the Yellow River, how many times have dreamed of returning to his hometown, Xiao Chen stood on the bank of the Yellow River, black hair flying, covering his fortitude cheeks, he let out a long roar, the shaking water of the Yellow River rolled up thousands of great waves, the giant dragon Roaring, rushing to the distance.

Looking very far, that very familiar land is full of intoxicating aura, as if there is a magical power calling Xiao Chen, he soars into the sky, flying fast above the sky, there is only one goal, then It is a small village on the banks of the Yellow River.

It's getting closer, and I really saw the familiar mountains and big valleys. This is not a dream. Xiao Chen realized that he had really returned to the human world.

I never thought that I would come back like this, and practice hard day and night, just to return to the world once, how many times in dreams, how many times I woke up in disappointment, I never thought... after so many years of hard work, in the end But it was swallowed back by a spatial "sea eye".

So... chance!

A wry smile, helpless, but more of excitement, the hand of fate, so unpredictable, it led him to realize his dream.

Near, close again, flying along the Yellow River, he finally came to the familiar hometown, looking at the land from a distance, Xiao Chen's heart was ups and downs, his eyes were blurred, but there were no tears. Liu wanted to roar out, but his throat seemed to be blocked.

Wish to speak... but speechless.

Landing on the bank of the Yellow River, Xiao Chen walked forward step by step, along the loess road, towards the small village a few miles away.

By the loess road. That huge bluestone bears a lot of the past in childhood. He used to climb up and down with his childhood friends. This is the place where children in the village gather after meals. Every time before going to the Yellow River to play, catch fish, or swim. They are all gathered here.

There are also old trees beside the loess road. It was his grandfather's grandfather's generation that planted the ground. Nowadays it's intricate. Tall and vigorous. Like a horned dragon. The old branch drew out a little new leaf. This is a place where old people like to live together.

The air is filled with the smell of earth. Mixed with bursts of grass fragrance. Hopefully spring. Xiao Chen likes this season. It used to be. It still does. This season always feels hopeful.

Here we are. Finally arrived at the entrance of the village. Rows of willow trees are flying in front of them. It's like snowflakes are flying.

Yellow green land and tender grass. Feixu to soft willow. The fields are fresh green. Everything is full of the breath of rural land. Everything is so familiar. Everything is so kind.

The rows of plain houses are hidden behind the weeping willow field. Xiao Chen's eyes gradually blurred.

At the entrance of the village, a pair of gray-haired old people are helping each other walking, looking at the end of the loess road.

Xiao Chen suddenly felt a heartbreaking pain. How many times in the world of longevity, he dreamed of such a scene, and his white-haired parents stood at the entrance of the village in solitude, lonely in their old age. Clutching that little hope tightly, looking at the dirt road in front of the village, looking forward to the return of the wanderer who has been away for several years.

Every time he dreams of such a scene, Xiao Chen wakes up from the dream, and every time he feels the corners of his eyes moist.

Xiao Chen rushed forward quickly, a cloud of smoke and dust blew up on the loess road.

"Chenzi..."

An old voice came in front of him, his tone full of doubt and disbelief.

Xiao Chen stopped his figure immediately. They were not his parents, and something seemed to be wrong in the village. It was almost noon, but it was silent, as if there was no anger at all.

He wiped away the tears in his eyes, and looked forward, the pair of gray-haired old people turned out to be his uncle and grandmother, his father's uncle and aunt.

"Uncle..."

"Chenzi is really you?!" The two old men faltered, with white hair like snow, scrambled a few steps forward, and took Xiao Chen's arm.

"It's me. I'm back." Xiao Chen tried to calm himself down. He supported the two old people and said: "What happened in the village. My parents...they?"

The two old people are nearly eighty years old, their skin wrinkled like dry orange peels, and their bodies even more skinny. They groped Xiao Chen's cheeks tremblingly, and squeezed Xiao Chen's palms hard. Said: "It's Chenzi...really Chenzi."

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back!" The old man sighed and said: "Eight years, eight full years!"

Yes, it’s been eight years since Xiao Chen left the world. He was trapped on Long Island for a year, trained in the pure land of the barbarians and forests for three years, and spent four years in the desert of the ancient gods, more than eight years. Time passed, he was twenty when he left the world, and he was twenty-eight when he returned again.

"My child, your parents are very depressed these years, year after year, day by day, every evening, they will support each other to the entrance of the village, looking at the dirt road in front of the village, I hope you come back!" , The two old men sighed, poking hard at Xiao Chen’s foreheads, and said: "You cruel child, it takes you eight years, eight years! For the elderly, how many eight years are there? They have all hair. It's white..."

Tears flowed down Xiao Chen's cheeks. He squeezed both of his mouths, and said: "It's me who is wrong, it's me!"

The two old men grabbed his hand and said: "I think you have troubles, or why won't you come back. Don't worry, your parents are still there, but... alas!"

"What's wrong, what happened?" Xiao Chen's sword eyebrow stood up at the time.

"It's still the previous Chenzi, you have a quick eye, the gangsters in the ten miles and eight villages have to be honest for ten and a half months, and the momentum is unabated." The two old men sighed: "But this time...not nearby. It’s the state religion of Kyushu that is making troubles. It is mandatory that all men, women and children in the village, even fifty-year-olds and teenage children, go to the upper reaches of the Yellow River to build a huge project. What is it? Zulongtai, there is another saying that the Shimen Tongtian Dead Bridge will be built..."

"Now, there are only old people like us waiting to enter the coffin, as well as some children under ten years old, committing evil." The two old people were angry and very anxious, and said: "Many people are He died while building the Rauchzi project. In the past, only your parents were looking at the entrance of the village. Now every evening at dusk, people in their 70s and 80s will come here to look at the Huangtu Road, fearing that their children will not be able to return. Black-haired man."

"My parents..."

"Your parents have to build that Zulong Terrace, or the ghost thing called Tongtian Siqiaodi, every day. People in the village over 50 years old are not immune."

"Damn it!" Xiao Chen's eyes shot two dazzling lights, and the materialized sharp edge smashed a willow tree next to him.

The two old people next to Shocked were dumbfounded, and grabbed him: "Child...Don't mess around. Uncle knows that you know martial arts. But you can't fight against the government, otherwise it will be given to us. The village has caused great disaster."

"Uncle, don't worry, I won't act recklessly. I'll go upstream and take a look."

"No!" The two old men clasped his arms tightly, for fear that he would mess around. This made Xiao Chen very helpless, and said: "I really don't get into trouble. I just came back. I just want to be the first. Time to see my parents."

"The sun is going down now. You don’t need to go, they should be on the road. Don’t worry, your parents will be fine. They are so kind, and because of your sudden disappearance, people in the village are very sympathetic. , They take good care of them. Even if you go to the embankment, you don’t have to do heavy and tiring work."

It can be seen that the two elderly people are very afraid of the so-called local state religion in Kyushu, for fear that Xiao Chen will cause trouble and bring disaster to the village.

Xiao Chen felt very strange. In the past, there was never a state religion. After some inquiries, I came to understand that this state religion had only been banned in the past two years, and it instantly became the top sect in the world. It is said that there are immortal gods in the religion who used their power to call the wind and rain in the imperial palace, cast beans to become soldiers, and even summoned heavenly soldiers and generals, which was deeply convinced by the emperor.

The sun is indeed going down, and I don't want to go against the two old people in front of me. Xiao Chen is accompanied by them. Returned to the home for eight years.

It seems...has never changed, everything in the courtyard is like before, as if he had only left for a moment.

Opening his own door, the sheets are clean, the quilts are neatly folded, and the desk and wooden chair are not stained, which is the same as when he left. Xiao Chen's nose was sore, he knew it must be cleaned and kept by his mother who loves to clean up the house.

Worry about my child traveling thousands of miles!

It can be seen how much his mother missed him.

Come to the parents' house. It's still as neat as before. Inadvertently. He saw several small wooden knives and small wooden swords beside the pillow, this is... Xiao Chen felt that his eyes were filled with mist.

He likes to dance knives and swords since he was a kid. This was carved out by his father for him. When he grew up, these were all received in the wing, and he didn't want to be now... but he was put by his parents.

This is missing!

My parents miss him deeply, and look forward to his return all the time, find out all his childhood playthings, and put them next to my pillow... What a deep yearning this is, and the lonely parents in the late stage have a strong heart Hope that he will return soon.

With tears in tears, Xiao Chen can imagine the suffering and loneliness of his parents in his later years, thinking about children

The twilight old man, looking forward to the return of the wandering son, does not believe that the missing son has had an accident, looking forward to it day by day, every night...

In the house, Xiao Chen picked up the snow-white hair. His parents were really old. The gray hair was now completely snow-white...He felt sorrow and grief in his heart.

To meet your parents, you must see your parents now!

Xiao Chen drove away the two old people who were chasing him, and rushed to the entrance of the village, where there were already a dozen old people and a dozen children looking at the dirt road in front of the village.

"Hey, that is 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 realm of Yukong. His life span has been extended for hundreds of years, and his appearance is the same as the past twenty years, so he is in the interior of the village. The old man recognized him, and some children stared at him curiously.

The old people surrounded him all of a sudden, and asked him where he had been all these years.

At this moment, a child yelled happily: "I'm back, I'm back."

In the distance, at the end of the Huangtu Road, the old and young in the village came back. They were covered in mud, exhausted, and they all came back by supporting each other.

"Damn the state religion. Use people as cattle." The old man in the village felt very distressed and said: "A dozen people have died in the village. God knows how long the remaining dozens of people can survive... Woo..."

In the distance, an old woman with white hair uttered an exclamation and stumbled over, her shoes falling off. She didn't seem to know, she fell on the loess road several times with bare feet and tears streaming down her face.

"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? Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) Her face was covered with wrinkles, and the gloomy color on the charity face gradually faded away. She held Xiao Chen's head and cried loudly. A pair of callous hands rubbed Xiao Chen's cheeks vigorously.

"Child...My child..." Xiao Chen's mother kept repeating these two words, tears constantly pouring out, and she rubbed his face vigorously. Child...child..." Xiao Chen's father also stumbled over, covered in mud, his tired and haggard face burst into an excited smile, his gray hair was so eye-catching, wrinkles piled up, showing his oldness.

"Father..."

Xiao Chen knelt and moved a few steps forward, and the family cried.

Everything in this world can be fake. Only the parents' affection is not half false.

Farewell for eight years and finally returned to the world. Xiao Chen hugged his elderly parents tightly, his heart was like a knife, tears were raining, his parents were really old... But he hasn't been around for so many years.

Looking at the gray-haired parents and feeling the calluses on their palms, Xiao Chen felt angrily at the same time as his heart ached. The conditions at home were good. There are quite a few assets, and there is no need to work hard at all. But his parents were so miserable in their later years, and their palms were actually covered with calluses. This... was caused by the "national religion", and he clenched his fists uncontrollably.

"Is Xiao Chen really you?"

"Xiao Chen, you are back!"

"Xiao Chen, you die boy has been away for eight years!" But squeezed in the bottom are all good friends who have grown up playing.

"It's me, I'm back." Xiao Chen looked at these former friends with mixed feelings, and each called his name: "Da Zhou, Xiaohu, Erbing, Xiucai, Bald..."

"It's me!"

"It's me!" Big hands stretched out one by one. Holds tightly with Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen's parents shed tears happily. Smiled as Xiao Chen recognized his former partner.

"Woo..."

At this moment, someone was crying.

"Xiao Chen, you are back...the three of us who grew up together have already died. If you don't come back, I'm afraid we won't see you."

Speaking of this, everyone in the village is very sad. This is a small village with less than a hundred people, but a dozen people have died not long ago.

The partners are all covered in mud, exhausted, and there are lash marks on their bodies, and some people's wounds are shocking.

"Do you remember being strong? He had a straight-forward temper, but he was beaten to death after a few words against the supervisor on the bank of the Yellow River. There is also Xiaohan, who was frail and sick since he was a child and couldn't be tired at all, even though all of his work We shared most of the burden, but I was still exhausted. And Xiaohai..."

Da Zhuang, Xiao Han, Xiao Hai... my childhood friends, just left like this. Looking at his parents and then at his tired partner, Xiao Chen's heart rose with anger, and his fists were tightly clenched.

"If these children hadn't moved the rocks for us, we would have died by the Yellow River..." Xiao Chen's father had mixed feelings. Xiao Chen's mother was wiping tears for a group of children in her eyes.

"I'm back, I won't make you suffer anymore!" Xiao Chen stood up straight, looked towards the upper reaches of the Yellow River, and shot two cold rays of light.

"Chenzi, please don't mess around. It is the National Church of Kyushu. It is unimaginable. Not only the villagers near the Yellow River were expropriated into coolies, but hundreds of thousands of slaves were taken from all over the country. No one dares to resist "The old people in the village sighed.

"Yes, Xiao Chen, don't mess around." Even Xiao Chen's childhood friends also dissuaded him, saying: "We know that you know martial arts, and you have been practicing outside since you were a teenager. , The people of the state religion are beyond your imagination. We have seen with our own eyes that their inspectors can fly, and they know spells!"

"Yes, the most time we have seen more than a dozen young people walking against the sky with flying swords on their feet, going upstream along the Yellow River."

"Those men are handsome men and beautiful women, but they are merciless when they act. I have seen them display flying swords with my own eyes. Only a beautiful girl shoots through the sky with a flying sword. With a light turn, the heads of more than a dozen martial arts masters were shaved off."

Xiao Chen frowned. What happened in the human world? There are such masters. It seems that there are not one or two. It seems that the so-called state religion has many such cultivators.

Looking at everyone's worry, Xiao Chen had to assure them that he would not cause trouble. However, he still made a promise that he would immediately find a way to get everyone out of trouble.

How can we continue to let parents do coolies? How can you watch your friends suffer? Xiao Chen couldn't help but he had to make some plans. After all, the people around him were not like him, and they could cross the world. These people will continue to live on the banks of the Yellow River in the future.

When I returned home, almost everyone in the village came to see Xiao Chen's return. This is the simplicity of the small village, but there are about 30 households, and every one of them will help out when something happens.

After very late, I sent away those uncles and partners away.

The parents took him by the hand, with endless words, telling the thoughts of these years.

Xiao Chen listened silently, trying not to let herself cry.

While speaking, the two old men seemed to think of something and sighed for a long time.

"What happened to father and mother?"

"Do you feel that you are missing something in your heart?"

Xiao Chen looked at his parents suspiciously.

"If Shui came to visit us several times a year, but after coming early last year, she left us with property that we could not spend all our lives, and never showed up again."

Xiao Chen's expression immediately froze.

"Don't blame the other girl~IndoMTL.com~Xiao Chen's father sighed: "She is the same age as you. She has been waiting for you for seven years. The ordinary girl married at the age of fourteen or five, but she is still twenty-seven years old and has yet to marry. In Kyushu, she is already an old girl who can't get married. To tell you the truth, our old couple persuaded her many times to tell her not to wait for you..."

"She..." Xiao Chen wanted to say something, but felt that his throat was blocked.

"She left a lot of jewels last year, but she never showed up." Xiao Chen's mother sighed and said: "What a wonderful girl, she is more beautiful than the fairy in the painting, she is knowledgeable, gentle and virtuous. Fairy Guanghan won't change her daughter-in-law when she comes!"

Xiao Chen walked to the window and silently stared at the stars in the sky. As a result, he had been mentally prepared, but he still felt a bit bitter. Is it really only a year 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 in the distance..."

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