Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Although it is said to be a small boat, this boat is actually much larger than the common village boats in Xihe Village.

The boat is about two feet long and about six feet at its widest point. It is also covered with a shed and has wooden doors framed at the front and rear. It is considered a small cabin on the boat.

There is a mast in the middle of the boat, but because there is a headwind, the sails are not raised. The power to move forward depends entirely on the rear rowing oar, but because it is going downstream, rowing the boat can be considered labor-saving.

There were actually quite a few people on the boat, eight in total, some old and some young.

On the small table in the cabin, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy was holding a clay pot, looking at the two swaying flower buds in a trance. However, at this moment, someone in the cabin began to sob.

"My poor daughter, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh."

The little boy looked back and saw an old woman with gray hair.

"Mom, grandma is crying again."

Without the little boy's reminder, the woman sitting next to her in the cabin, squinting and sleeping for a while, had already opened her eyes and approached the old woman over there with the people next to her.

"Mom, please stop crying. Third sister Quanxia Youzhi will also be sad." "Mom, we agreed not to cry."

"Uh-huh, I, my daughter, my daughter, how many times can my mother come to see you?"

The woman was still responding, but she seemed to become more sad, and the adults around her had no choice but to comfort her.

Outside the cabin near the stern, a gray-haired man was sitting on a stool, and another man was rocking the oar. When they heard the movement in the cabin, the two of them just sighed.

The little boy knew that his grandma was sad, but he obviously couldn't empathize with her and didn't feel any sadness.

In fact, this is the fourth time the little boy has come here. The last time was two years ago. He was very excited when he heard that he was going to come here, because he could go on a long trip in a boat, even if he just sat on the side of the boat and looked at the mountains and rivers, it was so exciting for him. It's also fun for a kid his age.

It would be better if it wasn't so cold every time I come here, it would definitely be more interesting.

But there is no way. I heard from my parents that only this period of the season is the most suitable. When you come, you can borrow the wind and sail against the current. When you go back, the wind is not favorable, but you can go down the river.

This was only known to the family a few years after the third aunt passed away. An old boatman told them. For this reason, my grandfather, who was still alive at that time, bought the boat.

Of course, it was still because the journey was too long and there were many events in the past few years. In many cases, we only came once every few years. Grandpa only came twice. Before the third trip, he got sick and never got up again.

After a while, the cabin became quiet again, and the little boy's attention returned to the pottery pot. The contents in the pottery pot were his treasures.

"Mom, where are the lotus flowers in winter? Aren't they rare?"

When the little boy asked, the woman over there nodded in response.

"It's really rare."

A smile appeared on the little boy's face.

"That's when I saw something under the water from a distance. I took a net bag and brought it up. I thought it was a fish, but I didn't expect it to be a lotus or lavender. It must be a treasure!"

"Mom, can they still bloom?"

The woman shook her head.

“If they are picked before they bloom, they will never bloom again.”

Perhaps because these words stimulated the old woman on the side, the latter began to sob softly again.

The little boy was also very dissatisfied with the woman's answer. He picked up the small pottery basin and crawled back. He carefully climbed over the bed and debris, opened the small door at the back and exited the cabin. Although there was a cold wind outside, it was even colder. open.

"Why did you come out?"

The man sitting outside and resting asked first, and the man rocking the oar also looked over.

"Uncle, Dad, I'm going to come out and take a look."

The little boy didn't dare say it was because his grandma kept crying, otherwise he might be taught a lesson, as was the case last time.

Of course, a few years have passed now, and the little boy is a few years older. He understands some things better, but he has new doubts. He just heard that grandma meant that she would not be able to come again, so she asked again.

"Dad, uncle, why do you have to dig Third Aunt's grave so far away?"

"Silly boy, who wouldn't want to be closer? You have to be able to take him back."

When Lao San was killed, the body was later miraculously found on the bank of E River. However, it had been soaked in the river for a long time. The body was already rotten and swollen. In addition, the journey was far away. How could it be brought back to Wuzhou? It could only be Buried in Yuanjiang County.

But the elders didn't mean to talk to the children about these things, so the little boy still had little understanding of them. However, he was not very interested in it at first, so he asked another question that he was more concerned about.

"Dad, uncle, do you think they can still bloom?"

The little boy pointed at the flower buds in the pot, but he got the same answer.

"Silly boy, how could this be possible?"

"It will bloom as long as it blooms, it will bloom even if it is folded back and placed in water, and it will bloom even better if the lotus is already in the water!"

The child was yelling like this, but the two adults didn't have the same understanding as him.

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In Xihe Village in Yuanjiang County, Yi Shuyuan didn't have any high opinions on the theft of lotus flowers from Shuishen Mansion.

In other words, in Yi Shuyuan's view, this may not even be considered stolen. After all, there are many ships sailing in the past, and there is always the possibility of being knocked off by the oars. If it is washed away with the current, you may not be able to find it. The so-called exotic flowers and exotic plants are sometimes very fragile.

While Jiang Zhuer was talking, Yi Shuyuan suddenly felt something in his heart and turned to look in one direction. Jiang Zhuer who was speaking also stopped talking.

"Sir, what's wrong? Did you notice the position of the lotus?"

Hui Mian asked this, but Yi Shuyuan shook his head and looked at Jiang Zhuer again.

"That's not the case. If you don't believe it, fellow Daoist Jiang, you can come and have a look."

"No, no, no, no, how dare you not believe it, little god?"

However, as soon as Yi Shuyuan finished speaking, he took a step forward, his breath flowing under his feet, and he had already mastered a breeze.

Jiang Zhuer said "I don't dare", but saw Hui Mian hooking his hand on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder, putting the hawthorn in his sleeve into his sleeve, and then stepped into the wind.

The next moment, the two of them and one mink rose up in the wind, flying together towards a direction in Yi Shuyuan's heart.

The breeze bypassed the village road, followed the feeling in Yi Shuyuan's heart, and flew to the bank of E River, located in the downstream direction of Yuanjiang County.

There are many artificial trees planted here, and there are also many graves. A path passes through the forest paths and many graves, and winds to the foot of a mound.

The wind that Yi Shuyuan controlled dissipated on the forest path. He and Jiang Zhuer also found their feet on the ground again. The latter followed the former's footsteps and reached the edge of the mound.

There, a little girl was standing in front of a tomb in a daze.

Seemingly because she heard footsteps or felt something in her heart, the little girl turned around and saw the person coming clearly. Her somewhat confused eyes instantly became clear and focused on Yi Shuyuan. Both her eyes and expressions were full of emotion. A bit excited.

"Mr. Yi!"

The crisp and surprising voice came, which also put a smile on Yi Shuyuan's face, and Hui Mian also made a similar voice of surprise.

"Xiao Lin!"

The little girl standing in front of the tomb was Du Xiaolin. When she saw Yi Shuyuan, she happily ran a few steps to the latter and hugged Yi Shuyuan directly as before, looking very intimate.

Of course, back then, I could only hold her thighs, but now I can hold Yi Shuyuan's waist.

"Mr. Yi, senior Hui, where is Shi Sheng?"

Yi Shuyuan rubbed Du Xiaolin's head.

"Shi Sheng is at home. I didn't expect you to come here. Aren't you supposed to be in the Taiyin Palace?"

As he said that, Yi Shuyuan looked at the place where Du Xiaolin was standing in a daze just now. The tombstone in front of that grave said - the tomb of his beloved daughter He Xin.

In front of Yi Shuyuan, Du Xiaolin showed no restraint and seemed very relaxed.

"Master hopes that I can awaken my original memory. She said that although the mystery in the womb is difficult to break, there are many ways to solve it in my Taiyin Palace, allowing me to find the cause and effect awareness of my previous life. I calculated while searching, and found this place first."

Because there was Jiang Zhuer, an outsider whom Du Xiaolin didn't know, she didn't explain it too clearly, but she knew that Mr. Yi and Senior Gray could understand.

Yi Shuyuan grinned. Shi Wei's words were really simple. Fairy Taiyin's origins had been greatly damaged, and the possibility of Du Xiaolin regaining her memory was slim. Perhaps Shi Wei's purpose was not to let Du Xiaolin regain that memory, but This is also a kind of practice in itself.

Thinking this, Yi Shuyuan looked at the tombstone and the position in front of the tomb.

There were some traces of burning paper and burned candles. It was obvious that someone had come to offer sacrifices not long ago. With just a thought, Yi Shuyuan roughly understood who the visitor was.

Jiang Zhuer, who was a few steps behind, also came forward. She looked at Du Xiaolin curiously, and then her attention was also attracted by the tombstone.

"It turns out to be her tomb!"

"you know?"

Hui Mian on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder said this, and Jiang Zhuer nodded in response.

"Of course I know that when she was killed and pushed into the E River, she felt a lot of resentment, but there is a spiritual light in the wronged soul. The Water Goddess said that she was extraordinary. Later, we, the E River Water Tribe, secretly helped her, so that she disappeared. It’s a matter of going ashore to seek justice.”

Can it be ordinary? That is the Taiyin Fairy!

Yi Shuyuan recalled that he had just entered Taoism at that time, and he had not even seriously cultivated immortality. His Taoist practice could be described as very humble.

When Du Xiaolin heard Jiang Zhuer's words, she quickly stepped forward and saluted her.

"It turns out that this sister was also helpful in the beginning, please accept Du Xiaolin's respect!"

Du Xiaolin looked young, and her courtesy was meticulous at this moment.

"Little sister, you don't have to be polite. We didn't help you too much. The one who really defended your grievance was the Yuanjiang County Yamen. If you want to thank, you must also thank Lin Xiu, the county magistrate at the time. Thank you for the righteous villager at that time. By the way, I heard that man got a lot of slaps, what is his name?"

"Du Fang!"

As soon as Yi Shuyuan opened his mouth, he directly revealed the name of the villager, which made Du Xiaolin look surprised again.

"Mr. Yi, have you figured it out? Great!"

Hui Mian was so happy that he lay down and whispered in Yi Shuyuan's ear.

"What do you think? The biggest contributor is here, and Xiaolin doesn't know it yet!"