Mortal Seeking Immortal

Ye Zhou jumped slightly and flew into the sky. His field of vision suddenly became wider. Looking in the direction pointed by Gu Feng, he immediately saw a charred hill that was only half blown away. He was stunned: "This The power of just one blasting bead is equivalent to a full blow from a monk in the middle stage of foundation building!"

Gu Feng nodded proudly and said: "Of course, and the power of this explosive bead is not limited to this. When it explodes, many dense fragments of sharp materials will be ejected from the bead in all directions. The destructive power is huge, and it is simply a must-have weapon for group fights. "

"With this blasting bead in hand, even if you are chased by the foundation-building monks, you can easily escape from the opponent's hands with this bead. Unfortunately, refining this bead consumes too many materials. I didn't refine it more. Thinking of these three It’s enough for you to go out this time.”

Ye Zhou put away the explosive beads and bowed to Gu Feng to express his gratitude. Gu Feng waved his hand indifferently.

After bidding farewell to Gu Feng, Ye Zhou did not fly toward the imperial capital of the Dawu Dynasty with his sword. Instead, he first took a detour to the place where he grew up, Yejia Village.

After nine years away from the village, Ye Zhou struggled with his cultivation and never returned to the village to visit. When he thought about returning to the place where he grew up, Ye Zhou felt excited, and the memories in his mind that had been dusty for a long time seemed to become vivid again.

What he remembers most deeply is the little girl Xiaohua who gave him wild ginseng when he was leaving.

Returning like an arrow, following the direction from which he came, Ye Zhouyujian arrived outside Yejia Village in less than half a day.

In order to attract too many people's attention, Ye Zhou did not fly into the village with his sword, but quietly landed the flying sword on the mountain behind Yejia Village, where his parents were buried.

I thought that no one had paid homage to the grave for several years, and that the grave had long been covered with weeds. I never thought that the graves of Ye Zhou’s father and mother seemed to have been regularly taken care of by dedicated personnel. There were no weeds around the graves, and there were neatly placed in front of the graves. Some worship objects and burned paper ashes.

Ye Zhou was surprised: "Who often comes to worship my parents? Could it be my aunt's family?"

When he thought of his aunt Zhang Guihua's family, Ye Zhou denied it in his heart, "It can't be their family."

They had never paid homage once when Ye Zhou was in the mountain village, not to mention that Ye Zhou later left the small mountain village. They might have forgotten where the graves of Ye Zhou's parents were, let alone come to pay homage.

Ye Zhou wondered again: "If it's not them, then who could it be?"

Ye Zhou decided not to think about the question that he couldn't think of. After paying homage to his parents, Ye Zhou decided to go to the village to ask someone. Maybe he could find out the kind person who paid homage to his parents.

Looking at the two short little earthbags in front of him, Ye Zhou's eyes became wet. In the glistening tears, Ye Zhou seemed to see two familiar figures smiling at him.

Ye Zhou knelt in front of two small earthen buns and kowtowed deeply three times.

"Dad, Mom, the baby is here to see you."

Drops of crystal tears fell from Ye Zhou's face and soaked into the soil in front of the small earth bag. He was like a wanderer returning from afar, telling his thoughts about his parents in front of the grave.

Although Ye Zhou knew in his heart that the souls of his father and mother might have been reincarnated long ago, and there were only two skeletons buried in the earth bag, Ye Zhou was still a seventeen-year-old boy after all, so he couldn't help but regard these two skeletons as his own. The little bumpkin thought his parents were still alive and expressed his feelings of missing them.

Time passed quietly little by little, and in the blink of an eye it was dawn the next day, and Ye Zhou got up from the grave.

"Father, mother, the child is leaving. Next time, when the child has achieved foundation building and his life span has increased, he will come to visit you."

Looking for the road down the mountain in his memory, Ye Zhou planned to go to the village to find someone to ask who helped him pay homage to his parents all these years.

Walking along the mountain road going down the mountain, Ye Zhou gradually regained his childhood memories. He had dug out bird eggs in this tree and picked sweet and sour wild fruits in that tree. These things gave young children Ye Zhou's hungry belly brought some comfort, giving him hope of living in those hungry and cold days.

Walking to the bottom of the mountain, Ye Zhou saw a neatly kept yard in the distance. An old hen was looking for food in the yard with a group of newly hatched chicks.

Ye Zhou remembered that when he left Yejia Village, that place was still the home of his childhood friend Xiaohua. At that time, there was only a dilapidated wooden house here. "I wonder where Xiaohua's family moved to? Whose home is this in the village?" "

Thinking of Xiao Hua, Ye Zhou felt soft in his heart. To this day, he still remembers the friendship between Xiao Hua and him as playmates when he was a child, and he stopped outside the courtyard unconsciously.

Suddenly a clear voice sounded from behind: "Who are you looking for?"

Ye Zhou turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw the rough face of a slightly familiar woman. When Ye Zhou turned around, the woman behind Ye Zhou's eyes widened, her breathing became rapid, her eyes turned red, and she choked with sobs: "Ye Zhou, no, you are an immortal now, I can no longer call you by your name!"

This person is the grown-up Xiaohua.

Xiaohua was about to kneel down to pay homage to Ye Zhou, but she felt a soft force holding her body up, preventing her from kneeling down.

"Xiaohua, I'm Ye Zhou. I don't need to pay attention to so many etiquettes. Yes, I'm back."

Before Ye Zhou asked Xiaohua how she was doing these years, she heard a man's voice coming from behind Xiaohua: "Xiaohua, is there a distinguished guest at home?"

Xiaohua hurriedly raised her calloused hands to wipe the tears from her face, turned her head and looked at the visitor with a smile, "Aniu, he is our family's benefactor Ye Zhou that I told you."

When Ye Zhou parted, he transferred the property that the Blood Spirit Sect should have given to his aunt's family to the Xiaohua family, so the Xiaohua family always regarded Ye Zhou as their benefactor.

The visitor was a simple and honest man in his twenties wearing coarse cloth. When he heard that the visitor was Ye Zhou who had joined the Immortal Sect, he was so excited that he was about to kneel down, but was supported by Ye Zhou.

"No need to be polite, I just came back to see my parents and you!"

Xiaohua's pretty face blushed slightly, and she introduced Ye Zhou shyly: "This is my husband, Aniu, he is very strong, and people in the village usually don't dare to bully our family."

Aniu opened the gate and invited Ye Zhou, saying: "Please come in, benefactor."

Aniu said to Xiaohua: "Xiaohua, there are no good dishes at home. I will go to the town to cut some meat, buy some wine and buy some good meat to entertain you. You should treat you well and don't neglect it."

Ye Zhou hurriedly stopped Aniu, but Aniu walked away regardless of the obstruction.

Xiaohua advised Ye Zhou: "You finally come back to the village, you should have a meal."

Ye Zhou shook his head and refused: "Thank you, I have been fasting for many years. This time I come back to the village to worship my parents. There are many important things to do, so I can't stay here for long."

Xiaohua was stunned when she heard this, and her expression was a little lost. She became more respectful to Ye Zhou.