Chapter 1075 Returning to Wang Village

Sun Hao knelt down in front of her knees, and said softly: "Master, as long as this disciple can clone, he will come back every ten years."

Yun Ziyan's delicate body shook slightly, and mist appeared in her eyes, she touched Sun Hao's head, and said leisurely: "Xiaohao, I can no longer understand your realm, but as a teacher and you Said, many things need to go with the flow, monks are good at fighting the world, but sometimes, taking a step back can also open up the sea and the sky."

Sun Hao said softly: "The disciple understands."

Sometimes, there are truths, but it's not that the higher the level of monks, the more they can understand.

Sun Hao gained a lot of insights from Yun Ziyan and Qing Lao, and they taught Sun Hao enough to benefit him for a lifetime.

Amidst the green smoke, the master and apprentice sat cross-legged quietly for a long time.

After a long time, Yun Ziyan let out a thin snort, but unknowingly, she fell asleep peacefully.

Sun Hao gently put her on the cloud bed to sleep well, then kowtowed three times, then quietly got up, looked at Master Ziyan lovingly, turned around, and disappeared.

Nascent Soul's anger increased a lot.

However, there is still a long way to go before completing the first medicine.

But at this moment, Sun Hao is no longer eager or obsessed with completing the refining of the first medicine.

On the contrary, along the way, Sun Hao discovered that his past self had neglected a lot because of his practice.

Many people and many things gradually fade away in the process of cultivation.

What fades away is memory, and what fades away also has true feelings.

The current Sun Hao has changed from deliberately pursuing the first medicine of human kindness at the beginning, to pursuing his own memory and the regrets left in his memory.

Come out from Qingyun Gate. With Xia Chuan and Zhou Hongxi who were still resting at the inn, Sun Hao embarked on the road to the Island of Ten Thousand Souls.

It has been many years since I returned to the Island of Thousand Souls.

On that unknown island, there is Zhong Xiaohao's memory that has been integrated into the depths of his memory, and there is a worldly emotion that is completely integrated with his memory and cannot be let go.

When he came out from the Island of Ten Thousand Souls, Sun Hao got a way to go back again.

Back then, Sun Hao sent the Xia family sisters to practice. At this time, after several decades, Sun Hao himself stepped onto the teleportation array again with a sigh in his heart.

This teleportation array is a secret stronghold set up on the mainland by the Island of Thousand Souls, guarded by monks, and has teleportation tokens. Much safer.

Sun Hao arrived, corrected the code, showed his token, and was naturally sent into the teleportation array respectfully by the guardians.

With Xia Chuan and Xiao Hongxi, Sun Hao once again set foot on the island full of soul power, and once again felt the familiar sea breeze deep in his memory.

Breaking through the air, he killed some short-sighted sea soul beasts blocking the way. According to his memory, Sun Hao quickly flew to Lei Island, to the small fishing village he had been back to in his dream.

If there is no accident, Xiaohao's mother should have passed away. And my younger sister, Wang Qiong, should still be alive.

When Sun Hao left, he gave her the soul-transforming white jade mouse. Although this soul was not strong in battle, it could add a lot of life to the soul-transforming monks.

In the evening, Sun Hao took Xia Chuan to see the very familiar small fishing village from a distance.

Many fishing boats have docked, but there are also several fishing boats with fish lights on. The faint lights, like fireflies, light up the night of the sea.

More than a hundred years have passed. The changes in the fishing village are not very big, in a small fishing village. What changes is generation after generation of fishermen.

From a distance, Sun Hao saw the courtyard where he used to live.

Then, he saw an ordinary woman sitting in front of the yard, surrounded by a group of children.

"Grandma Wang, Grandma Wang," a child yelled, "Let's tell a story, let's tell a story."

Some children also said loudly: "This time I won't listen to Brother Xiaohao, we want to listen to new stories."

Grandma Wang smiled softly and said, "Okay, okay, this time, I'll tell you a story about the legend of ten heroes..."

The consciousness swept across, and Sun Hao's body shook slightly in the air.

Sure enough, the younger sister was still there, and Wang Qiong was still fine.

Below, Wang Qiong is already slowly starting to tell the story: "That year, the earth was cracked, the sky was shattered, the sky was burned by fire, the city was submerged by floods, the fishing boat was overturned by the waves, and the island was about to be destroyed. , Cultivator Qiandao, selected ten strong men, led a hundred heroes, and embarked on the long road of mending the sky..."

Above the sky, Sun Hao's body shook slightly again.

The Legend of Ten Heroes?

Unexpectedly, the island of ten thousand souls also began to spread.

After the Burial Market, the five top powers issued biography "The Ancient Burial Market" and "The Mystery of Chen Xiang" to each cultivating sect. Sun Hao thought that his name would be spread all over the world and become famous throughout the continent.

However, after returning to Qingyunmen, Sun Hao found that the actual situation was slightly different from his perception.

Only the real upper echelon of Qingyunmen, the first rank of Yuanying, was actually passed on the authentic biography, while ordinary monks were passed on the adapted legend of the ten heroes.

And among the folks of the Xia Kingdom, it has been sung through the ages and played by many children as role-playing, and it is also the legend of the Ten Heroes.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived in Wang Village, Sun Hao heard this version of the story again from his sister Wang Qiong.

It seems that this is really spread across the continent.

Among the legends of the ten heroes, the number one hero is named "Sun Ruoshui, named Chenxiang."

Wang Qiong's voice was gentle and kind, and the children were fascinated by it. From time to time, bursts of cheers erupted, congratulating Sun Chenxiang for killing a big villain. Sometimes, they were also very worried, worried about those fallen warriors, very Ask with concern, will the warriors be resurrected and fight again...

Sun Hao stood quietly in the air, listening to Wang Qiong's storytelling.

Behind him, Xia Chuan, who was standing with his head bowed, had already guessed that the protagonist in the legend of the ten heroes might be his master.

First of all, Chen Xiang is the exclusive title of Master, I believe no one in the mainland would dare to use it.

Second, every time Master heard the legend of the ten heroes, there was always a faint nostalgia on his face, as if he was missing an old friend.

Once, when a storyteller misinterpreted the original meaning of the story and smeared the "Warrior Hundred Training", Xia Chuan saw Sun Hao do it himself and taught the nonsense storyteller a lesson, and heard the master say righteously: "Heroes do not tolerate evil." Blasphemy, heroic spirits cannot be distorted, you must always keep in mind."

Wang Qiong slowly talked about the legend of the ten heroes. After more than half an hour, she stood up leisurely and said softly: "Okay, little ones, mother-in-law is here today, you should go back."

The children said yes loudly, and gradually scattered, but some children said: "Grandma, are you going to scratch again? Grandmother, what does your scratch represent?"

A piece of basswood appeared in Wang Qiong's hand, picked up the knife beside him, Wang Qiong carved on the basswood very carefully, and said softly: "The scratch represents time, the time when a person leaves. "

Looking at the numerous scratches, the children couldn't help asking curiously: "Mother-in-law, has he been gone for a long time? There are so many scratches."

Wang Qiong's eyes looked at the night sky and the sea, and said leisurely: "It's been a long time, it's been so long that my mother-in-law is afraid to forget it, so I have to carve a notch every day to remind myself..."

In the sky, the spiritual sense swept over Wang Qiong's feet, a neat row of basswood, and swept over the densely packed notches on it, Sun Hao's body shook slightly.

Below, a child asked loudly again: "Grandma, you always stand by the seaside during the day, looking at the sea, are you waiting for someone?"

Wang Qiong said softly: "Yes, I am waiting for someone."

A child said kindly: "However, my mother said, you have been waiting for her since she was a child, and my mother said, maybe, the person you were waiting for will never come back, maybe, you don't need to come back." waited……"

Some children said: "My mother's mother also said the same..."

In the sky, Sun Hao's body shook slightly again.

Wang Qiong still said softly to the children: "Silly boy, the mother-in-law and others are sea soul fighters, and they are the same existence as the ten heroes. Do you know that he is probably among the ten heroes? Maybe the eldest of the ten heroes is someone my mother-in-law is waiting for, why can't he come back?"

A child giggled and said, "Mother-in-law, you think too much, hee hee."

Wang Qiong smiled lightly, calmly, holding a knife, and carved a full circle on the basswood bit by bit, then put away the knife and basswood leisurely, and said leisurely: "Brother , Another day has passed, I don't know, do you still know the way home..."

In the sky, a voice that haunted her rang out: "Qione..."

Wang Qiong's body froze suddenly, then thought it was his own illusion, shook his head with a smile, and when he raised his foot to go into the yard, he suddenly found a young man walking in front of him.

Exactly the same as when he left back then, the young man whose age didn't seem to have changed at all, was opening his arms to himself with a faint smile: "Qioner, brother is back..." (to be continued ~^~)