Gate of God

Founder looked directly at the spacious road leading from the gate of Huai'an County to the distance. It was impossible to say in his heart that there was no trace.

After all, the construction of this road was still funded by him.

"Let's go."

"Yes!"

...

The changes in Beishan Village over the past year are notable, although Fang Zhengzhi has become the main criminal of the National Collection, but this does not affect the development of Beishan Village.

Because there is a road in Beishan Village, and it also has a college with the 50 best gentlemen in Beimo.

This has led to the fact that not only Shiliba Village, but also the families in the five deserts of Beimo will send their children to Beishan Village for learning. With such a factor, Beishan Village has long been free from the predicament of relying solely on hunting for a living.

Geographically.

The current Beishan Village has already expanded more than twice.

Moreover, every house has been repaired. The small courtyard in the past has been expanded into a large courtyard, and the stone bungalows on the first floor have basically changed into two floors.

But one thing has not changed.

That is planting.

This is a kind of nature. As native villagers of Beishan Village, although they are rich in life, their simple nature still exists.

Therefore, there are still large areas around Beishan Village planted with various vegetables and fruits.

Spring planting, autumn harvest.

This is the same principle.

From the early morning, there were groups of villagers in Beishan Village who went down to the ground and were busy in the ground under the morning sun.

Wake up in the morning, and the setting sun disappears.

Now that the sun has set west, a touch of the setting sun hangs on the horizon, rendering a layer of golden red on this beautiful soil.

The villagers looked at the sky and picked up the handles one after another, preparing to go home and enjoy dinner.

And at this time...

A group of figures appeared on the road at the entrance of the village. It was a group of figures wearing black hats on their heads. They could not see their faces clearly, because the black yarn under the hats blocked their faces.

There are not many people, only a dozen.

But it can be seen that the identity of these people is not ordinary, because the clothes on their bodies are very good, of course, the most important thing is that they have weapons in their hands.

Sword, knife, gun.

Every weapon shone with cold light, and even people who don't understand weapons can see that none of these weapons is a mediocre.

Then, the identity of this team is naturally extraordinary.

The actions of the villagers stopped one after another. This year's big figures from Beishan Village are not uncommon. Famous families in Huai'an County, and even further, famous families in Xinhe Prefecture.

They have seen a lot.

But they stopped because it is not the day when the college starts, and, most importantly, they can all see it.

The identity of this team is obviously different from those of the famous family.

because……

This team is all walking.

There is no one riding a horse, and there is no light travel, no salute loaded in a carriage, and no too much baggage. Everyone's body is clean and tidy, and there is no such kind of long-distance travel, so they will naturally not It may be a famous way to send things to the children of the family.

The villagers stood in the field, stopped and watched.

I want to see something from this team, but it is still somewhat difficult to see something from the dress of this team with their eyes.

But soon, their eyes widened.

That is a shock.

A shock that erupted from within.

Because, they saw a figure in this team, a figure completely different from those wearing black hats, that is a young man wearing a blue gown.

A slightly thin figure, a pale face, and a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Uncle Li, Aunt Zhang, how are you!" The youth seemed to notice the villagers who stopped in the field and waved towards the villagers who stopped.

"Ah..." Two villagers, one man and one woman, stared blankly at the young people who greeted them. Their mouths opened, and there was only one voice.

The young man smiled, and did not look different because of the expressions of the two villagers. He continued to greet the villagers of the other picture.

"Uncle Wang is still so young, Aunt Liu's skin is getting better and better. Did Brother Zhao marry his wife? Ha ha, come to my house for dinner..."

The young man continued to walk towards the village while talking, and every time he passed a villager, he would greet the villagers very enthusiastically.

however……

All the villagers stared at the young man with wide-eyed eyes and opened their mouths. None of them greeted the young man, because they all had a feeling that they had seen a ghost during the day.

"Headed, I... I seem to see ghosts!"

"me too……"

"You see it too?"

"Yes... yes..."

"Don't tell me, you see the upright kid?!"

"Yes, I... I just saw the integrity, and he was still saying hello to me, as usual, but it seemed to grow taller!"

"Ghost!"

For the villagers of Beishan Village, it is their usual thinking to be public and law-abiding, but who is Fang Zhengzheng? That's why all the dynasties are compiling.

Then...

Seeing Founder walking towards them in the daytime like now, and greeting happily, this is not a ghost?

Fang Zhengzhi obviously didn't mean to explain.

He just breathed the air in the mountain heartily, looking at the setting sun at the top of the mountain. He liked the tranquility in the mountain so quietly that he didn't need to think about anything.

The small river at the entrance of the village is still clear, and the sound of the trickling water is ringing in the ear, and a small fish swims in the river, splashing a white spray from time to time.

In terms of pace, Founder didn't go too fast.

But he quickly came to the village entrance, looking at the brand new stone monument newly established in the village entrance, and the three characters "Beishan Village" engraved on the stone monument.

It can be seen that those who write these three words are not inferior in skill.

It should be the reason that Jinshuilou first moon.

The college was built in the village, so the cultural atmosphere is naturally richer, and vigorous paintings and calligraphy can be seen everywhere in the village.

Moreover, there are actually many sculptures with different expressions, including stone carvings, root carvings, etc., Fang Zhengzheng guessed that this should be done by the dozens of gentlemen of the college.

Otherwise, with the cultural heritage of village chief Zhang Yangping, these things should still be rooted in the mountains, withstanding the wind of the mountains and the scorching sun.

Into the village.

Very lively.

Along the way, the villagers' faces were full of smiles, talking to each other, and there were more or less engraved nameplates hanging on the doors of every household.

But soon, the excitement calmed down.

Because, they all saw Fang Zhengzheng walking from the village entrance, and heard Fang Zhengzhi's hello all the way.

Then they were ignorant.

Although Fang Zhengzhi has been away from Beishan Village for more than a year, for the pride of this Beishan Village, this important person who led Beishan Village towards prosperity.

Will they not remember?

Not to mention Fang Zhengzhi only left for more than a year. Even after five years or even ten years, they can recognize Fang Zhengzheng at a glance.

In fact...

The villagers of every household have more or less thought about whether they will return to Beishan Village one day.

However, they just think about it.

After all, Fang Zhengzhi's conviction was too great. The frivolous Nanyu princess, the current Nanyu king, also killed the Nanyu prince, and stabbed the prince.

pardon?

How can such a heinous crime be forgiven?

Of course, they did think that Fang Zhengzheng might still be able to return to the village, but that should also be sneaky, and return to the village by night.

Villagers looked at the sky subconsciously.

Although it was already dusk, the sky was still bright, and the golden and red light fell from the sky and shone on the smiling face.

"Just... upright?"

Finally, a voice rang.

Then, countless eyes you looked at me, I looked at you, there was excitement, shock, fear, and worry.

As villagers who have always grown up in Beishan Village, they certainly know that there are not only villagers in Beishan Village.

and also……

"Integrity, why are you back! Come on!"

"How about my mother?"

"what?!"

"Right at home? Chen Bo, if you have time at night, come to my house for dinner!" Fang Zhengzhi waved towards Chen Bo who rushed over, his face plain.

"Eat... eat? The kid asked me to go to his house... to eat?" Chen Bo stared blankly at the back, and the figure wearing black hats around the back was completely unresponsive. Come.

...

Fang's small courtyard.

Qin Xuelian, dressed in a common cloth, was watering the vegetables planted in the courtyard. There was a trace of paleness on her long black hair, and several wrinkles appeared in the corners of her eyes.

Although it still has the vulgar like Tianlian snow lotus, compared with more than a year ago, Qin Xuelian's face is obviously much older.

On the second floor of the stone house, a small platform was built, and green melons and fruits were planted on the platform to build a firm shed.

Fang Houde is sitting in a small shed, taking care of the soil of the fruits.

In front of him, there was also a simple tea set, warm air wafted from the tea cup, and the light fragrance shed filled it.

"My father, if you are tired, sit down and rest for a while." Qin Xuelian looked up, watching the sweat from Fang Houde's forehead, and shouted subconsciously.

But just after this sentence was spoken, her complexion was dull.

In fact, in the past year or so, she has rarely referred to Fang Houde as her child's father. More often, she is Houde.

Or the old side.

But how can the habits of the past decades be changed?

"Children... Xuelian, you have a rest, and let me do the supper." Fang Houde's father finally swallowed back.

There was also a dullness on his face.

However, soon he recovered, forced a smile, washed the soil in his hands, and then picked up the tea cup in front of him again.

The warm air drifted into his eyes.

I don't know whether it was smoked by the heat or the humid air in spring. At this moment, a drop of raindrops fell into the tea cup and rippled.

"Let me do it." Qin Xuelian shook her head silently, her body trembling, and a light crystal appeared in her eyes. Over the past year, she had to cry too many times.

Spring Summer Autumn Winter.

Season by season, she sat in the small courtyard, looking at the passing figures one by one outside the courtyard. She just sat and imagined the shadow of that dream many times.

But no!

She is not disappointed because no one is the best!

Finally, drop by drop of "drops of water" fell into the watering basin in her hand, and the ripples rippled from circle to circle. The kind of weakness made her hands almost catch the basin.

"Son, mother... miss you so much!"

Qin Xuelian's heart shouted, shouted nonstop, but she couldn't shout out this sentence, she could only shout again and again in her heart.

The basin was shaking.

Inside, a white and wrinkled face is reflected.

And at this time, another shadow appeared in the water. It was a figure standing at the gate of the courtyard. The light wind blew through, and the blue gown fluttered gently.

"Zheng'er, Zheng'er!"

Qin Xuelian subconsciously shouted, but soon she shook her head again, because she had no idea how many times she had seen this shadow.

But she knew that this shadow should not appear here.

It is impossible to appear here!

"Zheng'er, my Zheng'er..." Qin Xuelian's eyes looked at the shadow in the water. She just looked at it quietly because she knew that the shadow would eventually disappear.

She wanted to stop the time and let her watch it a little longer.

Some extravagant ideas.

But only this idea can make her hold on, let her wait in this Beishan village, waiting for a shadow that cannot return.

"Mother!" At this moment, a voice rang from the door of the courtyard and passed into Qin Xuelian's ear, so clear and so familiar.

Qin Xuelian's body trembled violently.

Her eyes turned to the basin in her hand again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The shadow was still in the basin, and it didn't disappear, just like the real existence.

"Zheng'er, my Zheng'er is back!"

Qin Xuelian wanted to look back at the door of the courtyard, but she knew that once she looked back, she might never see the shadow reflected in the basin again.

She hesitated and tangled.

But she turned back, because it was a subconscious, a subconsciousness that rose from her heart. She wanted to take a look and look at the figure at the entrance of the courtyard.

Time seems to be still at this moment.

Qin Xuelian's body stood rigidly, and her eyes looked at the entrance of the courtyard, where a familiar shadow was showing her a happy smile.

"Mother!" The familiar voice sounded again.

"Zheng...Zheng'er, are you... are you back?" Qin Xuelian's body burst, and the basin in his hand fell directly to the ground, making a crackling sound. (To be continued.) To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: