Before, he didn't have any plans to go home.

However, at that time, he made countless enemies and he didn't know whether he could survive.

He did not want to lead his enemies to that remote but relatively uncontested town.

He was even more unwilling to be involved in his parents and other relatives and friends because of him and was missed by his enemies.

Now that he is famous and no one dares to provoke him, he finally let go of his worries and feels that he can go home and take a look.

The willows are swaying and the spring flowers are brilliant. On the banks of the Qingshui River that year, the innocent and lovely girl filled his heart with concern.

Time flies, and decades have passed. He doesn't know how she is, whether she has married someone else, and has become a mother...

But no matter what, he wanted to see her. He wanted to see the woman who had been urinating and yelling to marry him when she grew up, the first love girl who moved him!

He ran around and found a few extremely precious magic pills, then took one step forward, the world turned around, crossed the long spatial distance, and headed towards Tianxing, a small city located in Dongzhou that had not returned for decades.

The speed of the wind and lightning was so fast that it was shocking that it came over the sky of the sky in almost a few minutes.

The blue sky, white clouds, lush forests, clear and curved rivers, towns with little space but crowded... Looking at the familiar scenery under his feet, he had infinite emotion in his eyes.

One person, one hometown.

The land under his feet is where he is thinking about it, and here are countless childhood memories that he can't bear.

The blacksmith shop uncle who is as strong as a cow, with a muscular body, always has a serious expression on his face. He has a large belly fat, is short and has a kind eyebrow shopkeeper. He is also a sixth brother who smiles every day, is smooth-mouthed and does not do his job, and always thinks about Xiao Ai, the top brand in Qingxianglou...

One familiar name after another, one familiar figure after another, continued to appear in his mind as he looked down at the Star City in the Starry Night.

That is countless interesting things, countless joys...

When you are young and ignorant, you will never be happy. It was a pure and wonderful time.

Xingye's face, which had been dull for many years due to years of fighting, had a smile again at this moment.

This smile is not restricted by deliberation, it comes out of the heart completely. It is gentle and sunny, like the spring breeze blowing on the face, making people feel extremely comfortable.

Unable to resist the excitement in his heart, the next moment, he disappeared into the clouds, swooped downward, and headed towards Qianye, the smallest among the towns of Tianxing.

The wind whistled and the white clouds flew away. In just a blink of an eye, he appeared in front of a village that was too ordinary.

The pink peach blossoms bloom like clouds in every corner of the village, with green grass and gorgeous flowers, and the entire village is surrounded by a colorful spring scenery.

The breeze blows, the peach blossoms sway, the fragrance gushs, and the wind ripples.

In front of the small pond, the willows sway and the floating flutes dance gently, like a graceful woman, gently combing her own show with the water as a mirror.

Colorful butterflies are fluttering, and the flowers are flying; the green water is clear, and the white geese are swimming in, and their necks are singing towards the sky.

Just like back then!

After not returning for decades, Xingye's already excited mood became even more intense when he saw this familiar scene again.

If you are alone outside, you will not express your homesickness as a wanderer.

Over the past few decades, Xingye has been walking on the edge of death and killing in the dark. It can be said that his heart has been as cold as iron and stone for decades, and even more so. But at this moment, his heart is extremely soft, as gentle as sea water and as warm as sunshine.

The next moment, walking on the slightly damp yellow mud, Xingye walked forward step by step and walked straight into the village.

Prince Zhao’s small cake shop and Uncle Huang’s small restaurant, walking on the familiar and somewhat unfamiliar yellow mud road, there were some familiar buildings in my memory still there, and Xingye’s mouth couldn’t help but lift up slightly, drawing a graceful curve.

However, seeing them being simple and dilapidated, like an old man who was about to die, engraved with the vicissitudes of time, he couldn't help but sigh. Decades have passed, and he didn't know whether those elders who were once extremely familiar are still alive.

Perhaps, some people have passed away forever...

Continue to move forward, a big bluestone suddenly came into the eyes of Xingye. I still remember that when he was a child, he and his friends of the same age often climbed up and down on this big bluestone, playing with smiles.

Xingye has a special feeling for this big bluestone.

And after he continued to move forward and walked through one house after another of yellow mud and stones, he finally saw the small house he hadn't seen for a long time - the home that belonged to him.

Home is a deep mark in the hearts of wanderers. No matter from all over the world, no matter how rich or poor, home is always deeply attached to the hearts of wanderers.

Looking ahead, the shabby hut that was eroded by the wind and rain, Xingye's slow pace unknowingly accelerated a little.

The big peach tree in front of the house is becoming thicker and thicker, with old roots tied up, branches and branches lush. The pink flowers are large and dotted among the green leaves. Some are budding and blooming, like shy little girls, while others are unique and proud to show themselves.

The crisp green leaves and beautiful flowers on the trees complement each other, forming a colorful painting.

However, Xingye was unwilling to appreciate her mood at this time. His pace became faster and faster. He pushed open the old door and rushed directly into the somewhat dilapidated room.

But when he saw it, he was surprised. Then, a huge fear burst into his heart.

The accumulated spider webs and dust all over the eyes, it doesn’t look like someone living there!

The breeze blew from outside the door, and the dust in the house flew all over the sky. Looking at everything in front of you, Xingye's heart was cold.

Where are their parents? Where are they? Xingye was frightened and panicked. Looking at the dusty room in front of him, his eyebrows stood upside down like a sword, and cold sweat overflowed from his palms.

Not far from his house, there was another house. Xingye remembered that it was Uncle Li's home. Maybe Uncle Li and the others knew where their parents were going. Xingye thought in his heart. Then, he left his house, stepped out and headed towards it.

He was desperate to know where his parents were now and how they were doing.

With Xingye's cultivation level today, even a thousand miles away can be reached in an instant. It doesn't take him much effort to go to Uncle Li's house.

Shrink the ground into an inch.

He took a step forward and crossed dozens or hundreds of meters, and almost instantly arrived in front of Uncle Li's house.

At this time, outside the courtyard of Uncle Li's house, there was a child about eight or nine years old playing. Seeing Xingye stepping out, he crossed a long distance and came like flying. The little guy's black and transparent eyes, which were as bright as black gems, suddenly became very big, and his eyes became clever and curious and surprised.

Immediately afterwards, he screamed, his tender voice drifting into the air.

"God, god!"

"I'm not a god." Xingye came to the little guy, looked at him, and said with a smile. If he guessed correctly, the little guy in front of him should be Uncle Li's grandson.

"No, you are. Because grandpa told me that gods can fly." The little guy shouted and said seriously.

Hearing this, Xingye stroked the little guy's head with his hands intimately, looked at him, and said, "Many people in this world are not gods, but they can fly."

The little guy nodded in a vague way.

"Since uncle is not a god, then... where did you come from?" Then, he blinked his bright big eyes and asked tenderly.

Hearing this, Xingye suddenly became silent, and there was a little bitterness in his heart.

When I was young, I left home and returned home, but my local accent did not change and my hair was weak.

Children don’t know each other, and they ask the guests where they come from when they meet.

The poems that were familiar to him since childhood echoed in the starry night, making him feel bitter and bitter.

The voices outside alarmed the people in the room. When the starry night was silent, a middle-aged man walked out of the house full of green vines.

It is not updated every day, sometimes it only takes several days or even a week to write two thousand words, but after each update, the number of collections will increase by one or two, and I feel extremely satisfied. Thank you for your affirmation, and I will write more seriously.
Chapter completed!