It was not yet bright, and the small village was shrouded in the morning light. The boy stood outside the fence, with white robe and jade face, black hair and red lips, and was bright and vivid in the morning light.

The woman in the small village has never seen any great world. The most shocking memory in her impression is that one year, she saw the statue of Erlang Zhenjun at a big temple fair in the city. She was the most beautiful person she had ever seen in her life... At this moment, she seemed to have returned to that day.

The boy disturbed her, but she didn't dare to move at all, for fear that he would disturb the boy and then dissipate like smoke.

The chickens and ducks in the yard were chuckling, and the chaff was snatched away all the ground.

The young man looked at her and said, "Is this how chickens and ducks fed?" His voice fell from the plate like beads.

The woman nodded quickly.

The boy said, "Do you only eat these?"

The woman shook her head quickly and said, "Yes, it's mainly because she's going to dig food by herself. The duck rushed to the small pond at the entrance of the village..."

The young man shrewd at her, pointed a finger at the yard, and said, "Look..."

The woman hurriedly followed her and saw that it had just rained yesterday. The ground was soaked. A chicken dug out an earthworm. Suddenly, a group of chickens surrounded her and fought for...

The laughter of the boy sounded outside the fence, and the woman turned to look and was stunned again.

"Same as the painting." The young man said, retracted his smile, and looked at the chickens and ducks in the yard and turned away. His figure was floating, as slow and fast. He was carrying a black cloth bag behind him, bulging like a jar. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the morning mist, and the woman was still staring at it...

But why did this young man say that it was the same as the painting? Shouldn't he say that the painting was the same as the real one? Could it be that he had never seen the real one, only seen the painting...

It's indeed an immortal!

The country roads are complicated in the morning light, but the young man's steps are not at all awkward. He walks easily and casually like the villagers who grew up here. He occasionally stops and looks at the crops in the fields on the roadside, and will reach out to caress the blooming wild flowers, with curious but calm...

A dark horse ran from a distance and stopped beside him obediently.

"The mountain is like this, the village is like this, am I walking in the painting, or is it true?" the young man said to the horse.

The horse couldn't answer him, and he stumbled his head and tail.

The boy continued to move forward with his hands behind his back, and the dark horse followed him, listening to the boy talking to himself.

"I probably saw these when I was a child, but I forgot... What's there to remember these, but you always keep them in your heart. So what if you remember them, so what if you forget them..."

"I will take you there now, are you happy? I don't think there is anything happy... This is not my home."

He stopped, looked back at the distant mountains and the smoke curled up. He withdrew his gaze and pulled out a scroll from the leather bag beside the saddle. He raised his hand and raised it. The scroll drooped and unfolded. It was a painting. The yellow sand was vast and deserted, but the picture seemed to be boundless. It covered the front in an instant, and the green mountains and green waters disappeared. The scroll seemed like a door, and when you stepped into it, it was another world.

The boy looked at the desert.

"This is not my home, either."

He shook his hand and put away the painting, and the man turned over the horse.

"Let's go, I'll take you home."

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The sunlight gradually slanted, and Empress Dowager Qin stepped into the duty room, changed into new clothes and redecorated. The dim light indoors were filled with brilliance.

"Why haven't you come yet? You should have arrived?" she asked anxiously, and stroked her face again. "Brother, I'm the same as before, right? Will he not recognize him when he sees him..."

Qin Tan said justice: "Don't be anxious, I'm not familiar with the road, and I'll walk slowly."

Queen Mother Qin was stunned: "Is he walking alone? Where is the people of Xiliang? Where is the Black Armored Guard? Brother, didn't you give him your bat order? All the soldiers and horses in the world can enter the world, so how can you not escort them?"

Qin Tan said justice: "Since I gave it to him, let him do whatever he wants." He looked at the drip on the side and shouted someone.

Someone quickly stepped in and leaned over to obey.

"Where has Qi Niang been? Have you entered the city?" asked Qin Tangong.

The man looked up and hesitated, "No, he has gone to Xigu Town."

Xigu Town? Empress Qin was puzzled: "Where is that?"

Qin Tan Gong smiled and said, "A small mountain village is not far from the capital."

Oh... Empress Dowager Qin shook her head again and said, "I care where it is, where Qi Niang is doing what?"

Qin Tan said righteously: "Maybe, go and borrow some sleep."

It was not dark yet. Even if the city gate was closed, he couldn't get in. Why didn't he enter the city? Queen Mother Qin was even more puzzled.

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The mountain village is darker than the towns. The pedestrians are almost extinct on the road. The woodcutter hurriedly carried a high pile of firewood on his back. The sound of horse hooves came from behind. The woodcutter turned around and saw a man riding a horse.

The man on the horse's face covered his head and face and couldn't see clearly.

"...Kuding, I'm back so late."

The person immediately said, his voice clear.

The woodcutter couldn't help but smile: "Come more wood...Ye?" He paused, and the man had already ridden a horse by his side, causing a gust of wind, which made him squint.

Who is this person? Although he can't see clearly, he grew up in Xigu Town since he was a child. He can recognize the villagers in the village even if he closes his eyes. This person is definitely not the person he knows... How do you know his name? You also know that he always comes back late when he picks firewood?

The woodcutter watched the horse enter the village and town ahead, and reached out and scratched his head. Whose relatives?

The village is not big, with houses scattered. One person and one horse walk through, and soon came to the innermost courtyard. In the dusk, the courtyard was old and obviously uninhabited for a long time, but it did not collapse and the low walls still had traces of just repaired.

There was a big lock on the courtyard gate, with rust marks, which isolated the inside and outside.

The man immediately jumped down and walked to the big tree by the door, squatted down and turned over a stone covered with moss under the tree, and took out a rusty key.

The door was closed, and a woman was walking out of a thatched house not far away. She looked over subconsciously, looked puzzled, then she stared at her eyes wide and surprised, turned around and hurriedly returned to the house.

"His father, it's so strange. I seem to see the door of Xu Hou's house open." She said in a trembling voice.

The man squatting at the dining table curled his lips: "What nonsense? Mr. Xu has been dead for more than ten years... Those scholars came to visit the former residence again." As he said that, he thought of putting down the dishes and chopsticks, "...I said it rained a few days ago. I don't know if the house was leaking. I will turn it in and take a look tomorrow."

The woman said oh and muttered: "Even if the visitor was not there at night... What can I see if I am blindly lit?"

If she walks out again at this time, she will see the lights on the yard over there.

With a bang, a black clay pot was placed on the dilapidated table, and the table was shaken slightly and squeaked almost without falling.

The fire twister was placed on an oil lamp with dried spider web dust. The person who came took off his cloak and exposed his face.

The young Qin Mei curled her lips in the dim light in the room.

"Sir, you're home."

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Chapter completed!