"Village people...Village people..."

Chu Liuxian ran down the road, his heart was in chaos. He could not imagine what the small village he had lived in for sixteen years was now.

He still had a little luck in his heart, hoping that the power of the Forget-Chuan Curse would not affect the village.

What is the concept of extinction in the Ten Miles?

Chu Liuxian didn't know, but he just took the opportunity to resist thinking about how far the village was from where the young master died.

When he rushed to the entrance of the village, he staggered for a moment, almost unable to stand firmly, and stared at the deadly village, the ruthlessness of luck that had been crushed into powder for reality.

At dawn, everything revives, and the village should be noisy.

A woman going out to wash clothes, a young man exercising his fists and feet, and a farmer carrying a hoe to go down the field...

At dawn these past awakened the entire village, and no one was there.

The small village is as quiet as if it is still sleeping.

This calmness allowed Chu Liuxian to clearly hear the sound of blood rushing in the blood vessels and the sound of the heart pulsing in the chest, becoming more and more rapid and faster, urging him to lift his feet and walk into the village step by step.

In the familiar village, only his footsteps were echoing.

As soon as he entered the entrance of the village, Chu Liuxian saw a piece of ashes of various shapes remaining on the ground outside the thatched huts.

Some are like yellow cows crawling, some are like mules and horses falling sideways, and some are like local dogs curled up...

Some are like humans!

"No...no..."

Chu Liuxian's breathing became rapid, but no matter how rapid it was, he still felt a burst of suffocation. He could not exhale the turbid air in his chest, nor could he inhale the fresh air, and he held it there.

Under the Forgetful River Curse, these creatures with poor vitality and no spiritual power in their flesh and blood were instantly drained from all their vitality and turned into ashes.

Chu Liuxian instinctively restored everything that happened at that time, endured a burst of pain in his heart, and took his steps stiffly.

Along the way, no one was planning to introduce him to the little flowers from the neighboring village;

Along the way, no one shouted "Fairy Brother" enthusiastically;

Along the way, no one would surround me, asking for hunting, fists, and other things...

...

Along the way, nothing is left...

Chu Liuxian seemed to have lost his soul. He walked in the village that had been traveling countless times over the past sixteen years. He felt so strange and alienated. Everything he knew had turned into pieces of ashes, retaining the last scene of his life.

Elderly, teenager, woman, child

——The whole village is dead!

Chu Liuxian's entry seemed to break the silence between heaven and earth. A gust of wind blew, followed him and poured into the village.

Suddenly, ashes were swept into the sky with dust.

No matter how strong the wind is, it is not as good as the earth-shaking in the golden lake in Chuliuxian's soul world at this moment. The huge waves and strong winds are whistling, forming a sharp contrast with his appearance.

The strong wind is like a spirit, always following his steps, and wherever he walks, it blows completely without going beyond the line, retaining the integrity of the road ahead.

Walking along the way, the wind blows away everything.

This strange scene continued until Chu Liuxian stopped.

In front of him were two houses close together, one was the cottage where he grew up, and the other was the residence of the village chief's family.

"Old village chief, Aunt Li, and... Xiao Keqing!"

Chu Liuxian didn't move forward for a long time, just because he was afraid of seeing the scene that he couldn't accept.

After stopping for a long time, he finally gritted his teeth and strode forward.

Pushing open the Chaibao and entering the yard, the first thing that jumped into Chu Liuxian's eyes was a garland that fell next to the Qixing Well in the yard.

The garland has long been unable to see its original appearance, withered, yellow, shriveled and ugly, covered with dust.

Seeing this garland, Chu Liuxian thought of the scene when he prepared his things and ran up the mountain.

At that time, Xiaoke was holding a garland in his hand and looked at him pitifully...

Chu Liuxian felt very painful and regretful, hated why he didn't stop at that time and why he didn't take the garland and put it on.

Perhaps, in the years that followed, Xiao Keqin's eyes would constantly emerge from her memory.

Chu Liuxian picked up the garland and rushed into the room like a strong wind.

After a while, he rushed out again, looked around, and finally stood outside the yard of Xiao Keqin's family, holding the dried garland in his hand, his expression changed, and he was not sure of the joys and sorrows.

Sadly, at Xiao Keqing's home, Chu Liuxian saw the ashes of the corpses of the old village chief and his wife who had always cared about him and were running around for his future;

What I am happy about is that no matter where I am, there is no trace of a little friend.

In other words, if the village chief and the others die, Xiao Keqin may still be alive.

"Xiao Keqin, where are you?"

Chu Liuxian looked up and asked the sky, but the sky naturally did not answer. Only the long gray dragon made of smoke and dust from the village was permeating and hovering in the air.

After a moment of silence, Chu Liuxian cherished the ground extremely and put the withered wreath in his arms.

"Xiao Keqin, my brother will find you, no matter where you are."

The missing Xiao Keqin and the withered garland seemed to have become a sustenance, hidden deep in the heart by Chu Liuxian.

Before he could leave this place where he had no nostalgia, the storm that was whistling and circling up suddenly stopped.

It was not only the wind that was stationed, but the huge world that suddenly became quiet.

Chu Liuxian felt something and raised his eyes toward the east.

There, the rising sun was like fire, hanging in the air, and a black dot drove out of the rising sun and flew towards his direction.

Its speed was fast and its momentum was amazing. In a blink of an eye, the little black dot kept magnifying in Chu Liuxian's eyes, and finally became an ancient mottled tower ship that entered and exited the nine heavens and was between Qingming.

"Nine Stars~Ancient Ship!"

Chu Liuxian remained motionless and stared at the Jiuyao Ancient Ship flying closer.

This ancient ship that was beyond his imagination was only seen once in his dream. This time he witnessed it with his own eyes, and only then did he truly feel the terrifying power contained in it and the unimaginable magical achievements.

Such a huge creature can enter and exit Qingming and fly thousands of miles in an instant, which is tantamount to crossing the sea with a mountain. When you are in the scene, everyone can be shocked by it and be stunned by its representative achievements.

Chu Liuxian is no exception.

The nine-fire ancient ship flew into the sky outside the village and floated in the void. From a distance, you can see a sail covered with golden crows dancing with red sun slowly falling.

Immediately afterwards, a beam of light shot out from the ancient ship and shot straight into the village.

Dozens of people wrapped in the light column, and an ancient ship was found as the light column was under it.

"It's them."

Chu Liuxian's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up. He recognized the young master's housekeeper Qin Bo, maid Xin Yi, and unknown Chu family guards.

It was these people who escorted the young master Liuxian to the top sect of the Immortal Dao, and worshiped the Taoist sect.

Chu Liuxian knew that his first test had arrived.

All these people are close to the young masters. If they see the flaws, then don’t mention anything.

As soon as he thought of this, Chu Liuxian took a deep breath, calmed his heart down, reached into his arms, held the dry garland, stood in the center of the village, and looked at the entire village.

The previous situation, the scenes of the past sixteen years, flashed through his eyes again like a kaleidoscope.

Behind him, the light column touched the ground and dissipated. The housekeeper Qin Bo, the maid Xin Yi, and the guards fell down.

They all looked ecstatic and relieved, and saved the young master from the survival of the immortal, and were worried and scared, fearing that he would be good or bad.

However--

No matter how joy or worry, no one dared to disturb Chu Liuxian. They held their breath and stood quietly behind him.

After a long time, Chu Liuxian pulled out of that situation and turned slowly.

His eyes swept across everyone's faces, and everyone bowed their heads and dared not look directly at him.

"You're here."

Chu Liuxian's tone was very plain, so dull that there was nothing, but those people were excited to hear it, and they worshiped:

"Subordinate, please see the young master!"

"See the young master...see the young master...see the young master..."

Everyone shouted in unison, shaking the sky and echoing on the earth, and never dispersed for a long time.

Among all, there was only the butler Qin Bo and the maid Xin Yi. He dared to raise his head and look at Chu Liuxian.

These two, one is watching the young master Liuxian grow up, and the other is a personal maid, which is naturally different from others.

"Get up."

Chu Liuxian helped her with her empty hand, and everyone stood up, and Qin Bo and Xin Yi naturally leaned over.
To be continued...