Nine Cents Refining

A dip in the spring rain, a broken intestine, drifting zero without counting the hometown; Fang Yifei spent the wind, the end of the world to see Lan Fang.

During the Ching Ming period, there were rains and rains, and the drizzle of the rain washed away the busy dust. The flowing breeze blew the tiredness and the mountains were fresh.

After the dragon's mystery, it is clear.

When Sun Hao finished the four-eyed Tian Qi and rushed to his hometown of Lanlin Town, it was in the Ching Ming Festival.

Standing in the drizzle, looking at the green hills, on the top of the mountain, two tall tombs, so that Sun Hao's heart sank.

The green hills are still the same, and the pines and cypresses are evergreen.

There is one more tomb.

The knowledge of God swept away, and Sun Hao’s heart could not help but sigh.

Not far from the tombs of the parents, the extra one is suddenly the tomb of his younger brother, Sun Xiaohu and his wife.

At this moment, the two tombs have just been weeded and soiled, and there are small papers pressed against the graves with small stones.

Before the parents’ grave, the bamboo house built by the tomb in the same year was still there. In the bamboo house, there was a young monk sitting cross-legged and practicing.

The tomb was solemn and clean, and the Qingming hang was hung on it. It seems that Xia’s task of confessing himself is still better.

Standing in the air, the hand gently waved, the young monk fell asleep unconsciously.

When he flew out of the air and landed at the grave, Sun Hao had fallen on his knees on the small platform of worship.

Gently said in the mouth: "Hey, mother, not filial son back to see you", quietly, like a stone sculpture, Sun Hao hangs in front of the parents grave.

Dissipate the momentum of the body, convergence the body of the real element, like ordinary people, Sun Hao quietly fell in the rain.

The drizzle fell on the body, and the long hair was wet. It was impossible to tell whether it was rain or tears. From the face of Sun Hao, it slowly fell.

Qingming is a traditional festival that has been passed down for a long time in Xiaguo. It is also a long time. Ten days before and after the festival are the time for mortals to worship their ancestors.

According to legend, Qingming was a festival that evolved in the Spring and Autumn Period in the ancient times to commemorate the gradual evolution of the meson that "cuts the flesh and cherishes the lord, and hopes that the Lord is always clear." Everything is clean and clear, and when it is covered, it is clear and clear, and everything is visible. It is for Qingming.

It is clear and rainy.

In the light rain, Sun Haochang looked down. A trip is more than ten days.

In the past ten days or so, Xia Guo up and down, but it was a huge storm.

Can't afford the storm!

There are more places in ten countries.

It is also the land of ten countries including the Dragon Spiders.

On that day, Shen Xiangzheng said: "The land of the ten countries, I will be the main seal to Xia Guo, leisure, Xiao Jing, you can go to the Zongmen to comment..."

Then, Xia Guo began to hurt and happy.

Xia Guoguo’s recent development is very good, but there are more places in the 10 countries. It's really a bit of a feeling of indigestion.

Xia Guoben is a small country, good guy, it’s ten times more, and it’s a big country.

When Qingyun’s battle came back and the news came out of the trail, almost everyone thought it was a fantasy, and thought it was just a joke.

Then, the king of the country held the National People's Congress in the square, and announced the news that the heavy weight reached the extreme: "I am a Xiaguo monk. Shen Xiang adults, a system of enemy Yuan Ying Zhenjun, Wei Neng, world-shattering ... enemy In order to survive, Zhenjun is cutting the land of ten countries... Shenxiang adults reward me with Xia Guo. Now, I have made such a distribution to the ten countries..."

The Jinghua City monk mortal is still looking at the Qingyun battle boat, which is still not far away, and finally understands the reason of the matter.

Suddenly, the entire Jinghua City was boiling.

The people are happy.

Agarwood. The cheers of the agarwood are endless and go straight to the sky.

On the Qingyun battle boat, Xia Wei said with dissatisfaction: "Hey, I received the seal of the people, and I took the **** and left. Sun Hao is too disappointing, so I gave the burden to us."

Xia Jing said with a smile: "Sun Hao directly assigned such a large site to Xia Guo, but looked at the faces of both of us. Xiao Yan, what else are you dissatisfied with?"

Xia Wei snorted: "I just want to find a chance to talk to him, sister, you have not seen me for a long time."

Xia Jing’s face flashed a trace of sorrow, and then quickly said: “Xiao Wei, we were born in the Xiajia royal family. Today’s Xia Guoguo is also a national elder brother, but he must help him to guard for a while. Besides, Shen Xiang has not returned to his hometown for many years. At this time, it is time to go back to worship the ancestors, but this is what you should do. When he returns, there should be an opportunity to speak."

Xia Yuzui: "There is a chance, or else, hey, I go to the front of his house every day and see if he can't see me."

Xia Jing smiled and smiled: "Xiao Xiao, Shen Xiang is now a real power, and his power has also seen you. The true ancestors of the five elements of the Mozong are not his enemy. He really has to hide. You, crying and murdering will not help."

Xia Wei was silent.

In the city of Jinghua, the cheers of Shen Xiang and Shen Xiang are more and more rushing.

The masterpiece of Yujiafang, the agarwood of the jade mother-in-law once again swept the city, regardless of Xianfan, regardless of the young and the old, regardless of men and women, are smug with an agarwood.

That is the trend of Jinghua City.

However, some monks who know Sun Hao’s roots are also like Xia Jing at this time, guessing the general destination of Sun Hao, and there are not many people in the world.

Lanlin Town, which is several times larger than before, suddenly has many strange faces.

These people are so imposing, and they are very gracious, but after coming in the town, they are very courteous and courteous.

They are all visiting the family of the town, the Sun family.

The children of Sun’s family still could not understand the basic situation.

Then, they found out that if they come to visit, they will not face the green hills and give gifts.

Then, after the capital, Grandma Taigu’s grandmother, and the famous Sun Laotai’s family came, the children of Sun’s family finally understood.

Too big in my own family, in that legend, the great Bo, who stepped into the fairy road, came back.

Moreover, it seems that the great self of the family has become a big man who is not allowed. It is said that with a word, Xia Guo has more places in the 10 countries.

At this moment, too big Bo should be in front of his own grave.

Suddenly, the whole grandson’s family was busy.

Too big Bo is back, naturally I have to go to worship.

In the end, Sun Laotaijun's caduceus crutches on the ground: "Noisy, big brother wants to see you, has long been recruited, since there is no move, you are honestly staying, and, my grandson has always had a home. Training, not allowed to rely on the trend of the eldest brother, Hu Zuowei, you are absolutely unforgettable..."

Sun Laojun, who was full of silver hair, spoke, and the Sun family suddenly calmed down.

Lao Taijun was a famous female flying man, and learned the technique of longevity. Nowadays, although the age is high, but the spirit is awkward, speaking is also a word.

In the end, Sun Yi alone, holding a faucet crutches, slowly pick up the stairs, worship the parents, see if the big brother is on this mountain.

As I walked closer and closer, Sun Hao saw that before the graves of the parents, it turned out that some people bowed and bowed.

The man was soaked in a green shirt. Under his body, there was a pool of water stains. It looked like it had been lingering for a long time.

However, from the side, his face is still so shiny, the contours are as good as the year, and there is not much change.

The crutches in the hand trembled a little, and took a deep breath. Sun Hao slowly walked to the side of Sun Hao, and said nothing, next to Sun Hao’s grave in front of her mother’s grave.

The brothers and sisters fell to the grave.

The drizzle kept falling, and the two silently groaned, and no one made a sound.

Slowly, Sun Hao felt that his body was soaked, the old disease began to faintly attack, the throat began to sweet, and he sighed "old", and Sun Hao could not help but gently cough.

However, immediately, she felt that her body began to warm up, and the wet clothes were dry and unconsciously dry. There was no trace of water vapor on her body. However, the drizzle fell on her body, but she did not know where to go.

On his own body, it seems that there is a stream of air flowing around the whole body. It doesn't take a while, and some of the ills and ills are not cured, and the spirit is much better.

The heart said: "Big brother is not a **** in the gods", Sun Hao is more and more sincerely fell to the ground.

In the light rain of the patter, the brothers and sisters are only a few days.

Quietly, Sun Hao fell to the grave of his parents.

Childhood memories are constantly remembered in my mind. Sun Hao’s heart has a faint warmth, deep guilt, and helplessness.

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Under the pines and cypresses, before the grave, in the drizzle, Sun Hao’s mood seemed to be washed by the drizzle, slowly and more clearly.

At this moment, the sinister danger of the burial of the market has been washed away, in the drizzle, a peaceful; the impetuousness of the Xianban was also washed away, and the heart was peaceful.

The mind is pure, clean and clear.

Sun Hao slowly, in the clear and drizzle, washed the lead, the momentum is more restrained.

Unconsciously, the body of Yuan Ying in Sun Hao's Dan Tian, ​​with the purity of Sun Hao's soul, has some wonderful changes, unconsciously, the heart of Yuan Ying began to produce silk heating.

Sanweiyuan baby fire, the first taste drug, human taste, in the unconscious of Sun Hao, began to sprout.

Of course, this kind of medicine is the most incomprehensible. Although it is budding, if it is to be completely generated and completely ignited, it is estimated that Sun Hao needs different understanding and cognition of life. (To be continued.)