World of Immortals

The angry dragon galloped, moved mountains and seas, pushed peaks and cracked veins, and roared to the sky. The torrential water of the Yellow River destroys the dead, leaps thousands of miles and rolls up the yellow waves, roars and shakes the earth.

The former Yellow River, the familiar torrential yellow water, a giant dragon galloping into the sea!

How many times I dreamed of the Yellow River, how many times I dreamed of returning to my hometown, Xiao Chen stood on the bank of the Yellow River, his black hair flying, covering his resolute cheeks, and let out a long roar, the shaking Yellow River rolled up a thousand waves, the giant dragon was roaring, and rushed to the distance.

As far as the eye can see, the very familiar land is full of intoxicating atmosphere, as if there is a magical power calling Xiao Chen, he soars into the sky and flies high above the sky, with only one target, that is a small village by the Yellow River.

It was getting closer, and I really saw the familiar mountains and valleys. This was not a dream. Xiao Chen realized that he had really returned to the human world.

I never thought that I would come back like this, I worked hard day and night, just to return to the world, how many times I dreamed about it, how many times I woke up in disappointment, I never thought... After so many years of hard work, I was finally swallowed back by a space "sea eye".

Such a... chance!

Wry smile, helplessness, but more excitement, the hand of fate is so unpredictable, it actually led him to realize his dream in this way.

Getting closer, getting closer, flying all the way along the Yellow River, he finally came to the familiar hometown, looking at the land from a distance, Xiao Chen's heart fluttered, his eyes were blurred, but there were no tears to flow, and he wanted to yell, but his throat seemed to be blocked.

Wanting to speak...but speechless.

Landing on the bank of the Yellow River, Xiao Chen walked forward step by step, along the loess road, towards the small village a few miles away.

Beside the loess road, the huge bluestone bears many childhood memories. He used to climb up and down with his childhood partners. This is the place where the children in the village gather after meals. Every time they go to the Yellow River to play, catch fish, or swim, they gather here.

There are also ancient trees beside the loess road, which were planted by his grandfather's grandfather's generation. Now they are intertwined, tall and vigorous, like horned dragons, with new leaves emerging from old branches. This is the place where old people like to live together.

The air is filled with the smell of soil, mixed with bursts of grass fragrance, spring full of hope, Xiao Chen likes this season, it was like this in the past, it is still like this now, this season always gives people a feeling of hope.

Arrived, finally arrived at the entrance of the village, rows of willows in front of us were flying catkins, like snowflakes flying.

The yellow and green tender grass, the soft willows with flying catkins, and the fresh green in the fields, all are full of the flavor of the country, all are so familiar, and all are so kind.

Rows of simple houses are hidden behind the weeping willows, Xiao Chen's eyes gradually blurred.

At the entrance of the village, a pair of gray-haired old men were walking towards each other supporting each other, looking at the end of the loess road.

Xiao Chen suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain, how many times he dreamed of such a scene in the world of longevity, the white-haired parents stood desolately at the entrance of the village, in their lonely old age, holding on to that little hope, looking at the dirt road in front of the village, looking forward to the return of the wanderer who had been away for several years.

Every time he dreams of such a scene, Xiao Chen will wake up from the dream, and every time he will feel the corners of his eyes moist.

Xiao Chen rushed forward quickly, and a puff of smoke and dust blew up on the loess road.

"Morning son..."

An old voice came from ahead, his tone full of doubt and disbelief.

Xiao Chen stopped immediately, it was not his parents, something seemed wrong in the village, it was almost noon, but it was silent, as if there was no life at all.

He wiped away the tears that blurred his eyes, and looked forward, the pair of gray-haired old men turned out to be his uncle and aunt, his father's uncle and aunt.

"Uncle..."

"Chen Zi is really you?!" The two old men staggered, their white hair was like snow, they fought for a few steps forward and grabbed Xiao Chen's arm.

"It's me, I'm back." Xiao Chen tried his best to calm himself down, supported the two old people, and said, "What happened in the village, my parents...they?"

The two old men were nearly eighty years old, their skin was as wrinkled as dry orange peel, and their bodies were even more skinny. They tremblingly groped Xiao Chen's cheeks, squeezed Xiao Chen's palm tightly, and said, "It's Chen Zi...it's really Chen Zi."

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back!" The old man sighed, "It's been eight years, eight years!"

Yes, Xiao Chen has been away from the human world for eight full years. He was trapped in Dragon Island for a year, cultivated in the pure land of barbarians and forest tribes for three years, and spent four years in the desert of ancient gods. More than eight years have passed. He was twenty years old when he left the human world, and he was already twenty-eight years old when he returned.

"Son, your parents have been very depressed these years. They look forward to it year after year, day by day. Every evening, they will support each other and come to the village entrance. Looking at the dirt road in front of the village, I hope you will come back!" At this point, the two old people sighed and poked Xiao Chen's forehead vigorously.

Tears flowed down Xiao Chen's cheeks, he smacked his mouth forcefully, and said: "It's my fault, it's my fault!"

The two old men grabbed his hand and said, "I think you have a reason, otherwise why would you not come back. Don't worry, your parents are still there, but... alas!"

"What's the matter, what happened?" Xiao Chen's sword eyebrows stood up at that moment.

"It's still Chenzi from before. If you look at it, the gangsters in ten miles and eight villages will have to be honest for ten days and a half months, and their momentum will not diminish." The two old men sighed: "But this time... it's not the nearby rogues who bully people, but the state religion in Kyushu. It is forced to force all men, women and children in the village, even fifty-year-olds and teenage children, to build a huge project in the upper reaches of the Yellow River.

"Up to now, there are only old people like us in their seventies and eighties waiting to be put into the coffin, and some children under ten years old, who have committed crimes." The two old people were very angry and anxious, and said, "Many people died during the construction of the Laoshizi project. In the past, only your parents were watching from the village entrance. Now every evening, old people in their seventies and eighties will come here to look at the loess road.

"my parents……"

"Your parents also have to build that Ancestral Dragon Terrace every day, or that ghost thing called the Tongtian Death Bridge. People in their fifties in the village will not be spared."

"Damn it!" Xiao Chen's eyes shot out two eye-catching rays of light, and the substantive sharpness crushed a willow tree next to him.

The two old men next to him were stunned, they stopped him and said, "Son...don't mess around. Uncle knows that you know martial arts, but you can't fight against the government, or it will bring disaster to our village."

"Uncle, don't worry, I won't act recklessly. I'll go upstream to have a look."

"No!" The two old men tightly hugged his arms, afraid that he would mess around, which made Xiao Chen very helpless, and said: "I really don't want to cause trouble, I just came back, I just want to see my parents as soon as possible."

"The sun is about to set now. You don't need to go. They should be on their way. Don't worry, your parents will be fine. They are usually so kind, and because of your sudden disappearance, the people in the village are very sympathetic and take good care of them. Even if you go to the embankment, you don't have to do heavy or tiring work."

It can be seen that the two old people are very afraid of the so-called state religion in Kyushu, for fear that Xiao Chen will cause trouble and bring disaster to the village.

Xiao Chen felt very strange. In the past, there was no state religion mentioned before. After some inquiries, he found out that this state religion was only proclaimed in the past two years, and it became the top sect in the world in an instant. It is said that there are immortals who are not old in the religion who used their great mana to summon wind and rain in the palace, spread beans to form soldiers, and even summon heavenly soldiers and generals, which won the emperor's conviction.

The sun was indeed going down, and not wanting to disobey the two old people in front of him, Xiao Chen, accompanied by them, returned to his home where he had been separated for eight years.

It seems... It has never changed, everything in the courtyard is the same as before, as if he only left for a moment.

Pushing open the door of his own room, the sheets were clean, the quilt was neatly folded, the desk and wooden chair were spotless, it was no different from when he left. Xiao Chen had a sore nose, he knew it must be maintained by his mother who loves to tidy up the house by cleaning it every day.

The son travels thousands of miles and the mother is worried!

It can be seen how much his mother misses him.

When I came to my parents' house, it was still as tidy as before.

Inadvertently, he saw a few small wooden knives and small wooden swords beside his pillow. This is... Xiao Chen felt his eyes were filled with mist.

He liked to dance with knives and swords since he was a child. This was carved out by his father for him. When he grew up, these were all put in the wing room, but now...but put by his parents beside his pillow.

This is missing!

His parents missed him deeply, looking forward to his return all the time, and found all his childhood toys and put them next to his pillow... This is such a deep miss. The lonely parents in the evening have strong expectations for his early return.

With tears streaming down his cheeks, Xiao Chen could imagine the pain and loneliness of his parents in their later years, thinking about his children eagerly.

The late old man was looking forward to the return of the wanderer, not believing that something happened to his missing son, he was looking forward to it every day, every night...

In the house, Xiao Chen picked up strands of snow-white hair. His parents are really old, and the hair that used to be gray is now completely white... His heart felt sore.

To meet the parents, to meet the parents now!

Xiao Chen shook off the two old men who were chasing him closely, and rushed towards the entrance of the village, where there were already a dozen old men and a dozen children looking at the dirt road in front of the village.

"Hey, that's Chen Zi."

"Chenzi is back."

"It's really Chen Zi!"

Eight years have passed, and the years have not left any traces on Xiao Chen. He is a cultivator of Yukong Realm. His life span has been extended for hundreds of years, and his appearance is the same as that of the past twenty years. Therefore, all the old people in the village recognized him, and some children stared at him curiously.

The old people surrounded him all at once, asking all kinds of questions, asking where he had been all these years.

At this time, a child shouted happily: "I'm back, I'm back."

In the distance, at the end of the loess road, all the old and young people in the village came back. They were covered in mud and exhausted, and they all supported each other to come back.

"Damn the state religion, it uses people as livestock." The old man in the village felt very distressed, and said: "A dozen people have died in the village, God knows how long the remaining dozens of people will survive... woo woo..."

In the distance, an old woman with snow-white hair let out a cry of surprise, and ran over staggeringly. Her shoes fell off, and she didn't seem to know that she was barefoot, with tears streaming down her face, and fell down on the loess road several times.

"Mother……"

Xiao Chen yelled, rushed over, knelt down on the ground with a plop, and supported the old man.

"Chenzi, my child, is it really you? Wuwu... My child, you are finally back... Wuwu..." Her hair was already white, her face was covered with wrinkles, and the gloomy look on her benevolent face gradually faded away. She hugged Xiao Chen's head and cried loudly, rubbing Xiao Chen's cheeks with calloused hands.

"My child...my child..." Xiao Chen's mother kept repeating these two sentences, tears kept pouring out, and rubbed his face vigorously.

"Child...Child..." Xiao Chen's father also stumbled over, his body covered in mud, his tired and haggard face burst into an excited smile, his white hair was so eye-catching, and his wrinkles piled up, showing his old appearance.

"Father……"

Xiao Chen knelt and moved forward a few steps, the whole family hugged each other and cried.

Everything in this world can be false, only the affection of parents is completely false.

After eight years of separation, Xiao Chen finally returned to the world. Xiao Chen hugged his elderly parents tightly, his heart was like a knife, and his tears were like rain. His parents were really old...but he was not by his side for so many years.

Looking at the gray-haired parents and feeling the calluses on their palms, Xiao Chen was heartbroken and at the same time angry. The family's conditions were good and they had some assets, so they didn't need to work hard at all. But his parents were so miserable in their later years, and their palms were actually covered with calluses. This... was all caused by the "state religion", and he clenched his fists uncontrollably.

"Is Xiao Chen really you?"

"Xiao Chen, you are back!"

"Xiao Chen, you bastard, it's been eight years since you left!"

...

A large group of people gathered around, of course, the innermost ones were all good friends who had played since childhood.

"It's me, I'm back." Xiao Chen looked at these former friends with mixed feelings, and called each one by name: "Da Zhou, Xiao Hu, Er Bing, Xiucai, Baldhead..."

"it's me!"

"it's me!"

...

Big hands stretched out one after another, holding Xiao Chen tightly.

Xiao Chen's parents shed tears happily, and smiled as they watched Xiao Chen recognize his former partner.

"Woooo..."

At this moment, someone began to cry.

"Xiao Chen, you are back...Three of the partners we grew up with have died. If you don't come back, I'm afraid we won't be able to see you either."

Speaking of this, everyone in the village is very sad. This is a small village with less than a hundred people, but more than a dozen people died not long ago.

The partners were all covered in mud and exhausted, with whip marks on their bodies, and some of them had shocking wounds.

"Do you still remember Da Zhuang? He had an upright temper, but he was beaten to death after contradicting the supervisor on the bank of the Yellow River. There is also Xiao Han, who was weak and sickly since he was a child, and couldn't work hard at all. Although we shared most of all his work, he was still exhausted. And Xiao Hai..."

Da Zhuang, Xiao Han, Xiao Hai... my childhood friends, they just left. Looking at his parents, and then at his exhausted partner, a surge of anger rose in Xiao Chen's heart, and his fists were tightly clenched.

"If these children hadn't moved rocks and earth for us, we would have died of exhaustion by the Yellow River..." Xiao Chen's father had mixed feelings. Xiao Chen's mother was wiping tears for a group of children in her eyes.

"I'm back, and I won't let you suffer any more!" Xiao Chen stood up straight, looked towards the upper reaches of the Yellow River, and shot two cold lights.

"Chenzi, don't act recklessly. That is the state religion of Kyushu. It has unimaginable influence. Not only the villagers near the Yellow River were recruited as coolies, but hundreds of thousands of slaves were brought in from all over the country. No one dared to resist." The old people in the village sighed.

"Yeah, Xiao Chen, don't mess around." Even Xiao Chen's childhood buddies dissuaded him, saying: "We know that you know martial arts, and you have practiced outside since you were a teenager, and your skills are extraordinary. However, the people of the state religion are stronger than you can imagine. We have seen with our own eyes that their inspectors can fly, and they know magic spells!"

"Yes, the most time we saw a dozen young people stepping on flying swords against the sky and going upstream along the Yellow River."

"The men are handsome and the women are as beautiful as flowers, but they are merciless in their attacks. I have seen them use flying swords with my own eyes. Only a beautiful girl made a move by herself. A flying sword pierced the sky, and with a light turn, the heads of a dozen martial arts masters were cut off."

Xiao Chen frowned, what happened in the human world? There are such masters, it seems that there are not one or two, it seems that the so-called state religion has many such practitioners.

Seeing everyone's worried appearance, Xiao Chen had to assure them that he would not cause trouble. However, he still made a promise that he would immediately find a way to get everyone out of trouble.

How can we continue to let parents do coolies? How can I just watch my friends suffer? It is impossible for Xiao Chen not to make a move, but he has to make a plan. After all, the people around him are not like him, but they are all over the world. These people will continue to live on the bank of the Yellow River in the future.

After returning home, almost everyone in the village came to see Xiao Chen's return. This is the simplicity of a small village, but there are only about thirty households. If any family has something to do, everyone will help.

It was very late before those uncles and partners were sent away.

His parents held his hand and had endless words to tell about their longing for these years.

Xiao Chen listened silently, trying not to let herself cry.

While talking, the two old men seemed to think of something, and heaved a long sigh.

"What happened to father and mother?"

"Don't you feel that there is something missing in your heart?"

Xiao Chen looked at his parents suspiciously.

"Ruoshui comes to visit us several times a year, but after she came here at the beginning of last year, she left behind possessions that we could never spend in our lifetimes, and she never appeared again."

Xiao Chen's expression froze immediately.

"Don't blame other girls." Xiao Chen's father sighed: "She is the same age as you, and has been waiting for you for seven years. The girl in the ordinary family gets married when she is fourteen or five years old, but she is already twenty-seven years old and has not married. She is already considered an old girl who cannot get married in Kyushu. To tell you the truth, our old couple persuaded her many times not to wait for you..."

"She..." Xiao Chen wanted to say something, but felt his throat was blocked.

"She left a lot of jewels last year, but she never appeared." Xiao Chen's mother sighed, and said, "What a beautiful girl, she is even more beautiful than the fairies in the paintings, she is also knowledgeable, gentle and virtuous, even if Fairy Guanghan comes here, she will not change her daughter-in-law like this!"

Xiao Chen walked to the window and looked at the starlight in the sky silently. He had been mentally prepared for this result, but he still felt a little bitter. Is it really only a year late? Is Ruoshui destined to become the passing water in his life?

Looking up at the starry sky, Xiao Chen whispered to himself: "I silently bless you... pray for you from afar..."

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