The drizzle fell on the green seedlings in the fields, and the misty water vapor slid from above the person to the ground. The old woman's hair was completely white and her eyes were not good. She squinted and raised her face tremblingly. She could hear the voice of her son, and she touched her slightly.

"Liangsheng, don't move, let your mother touch it."

The rough palm touched the smooth skin, and Li Jinhua's turbid eyes flashed with tears, and she could no longer hold back. She cried in depression and confirmed in a low voice: "Liangsheng?"

Lu Laoshi, who was standing beside him, wiped away the wet marks at the corners of his eyes, came over to hug the mother and the mother, and whispered: "It's Liangsheng, our son is back."

The villagers running behind him gathered at the entrance of the village, looking at them with real knowledge, and some knew each other and some didn't know each other. Looking at the handsome young scholar, he couldn't react for a long time.

"Is this my uncle Liangsheng? I'm younger than me..."

"No, my father was so young when he got married. Now you have married and got married. He is still so young. Oh, I'm so envious."

"Dad, say stop talking. Be careful when my mother hears it, she is driven to sleep in the cowshed again."

"She dares?!"

"Hey, don't talk about it, you father and son. Liangsheng is back, don't just look at it. Notify everyone to take out one or two dishes and put them together to make a banquet in the dam tonight. I still have a few jars of wine, so I'll drink it together!"

......

Lu Liangsheng held his parents and sister, and stood in the rain for a while, and the family separated. He looked at his mother's muddy and narrowed eyes, "Mom, I'll go back later, I'll treat you."

"Okay, okay." Lu Laoshi's face was flushed with joy. His son, who had not seen for many years, was back. His wife could see things even when she was indescribable. She pulled the family up and went to the village, giving up a road to the entrance of the village, shouting excitedly: "Everyone, look at it, this is my son, Lu Liangsheng! I have never seen the younger generation in the village before, but now I see it? But you elders, when you meet again, you have to call me uncle, or grandpa!"

Most of the villages were related to their relatives. The younger generation saw that the scholars who came over were younger than themselves, and were embarrassed to shout, and then they were slapped by the adults at home, grabbed the ears, and then shouted quickly.

"Uncle Liangsheng."

Lu Liangsheng smiled at them, not caring. After all, some of these juniors have studied in private schools. Now twenty years have passed, their appearance has changed a lot. The older generation can still recognize some of them. The eight figures in front, with thick and white beards and twisted muscles, unlike the old man. They smiled and swayed their muscles and pounded their muscles.

"Liangsheng, do you still know us?"

"How come Liangsheng doesn't recognize the eight uncles?" Lu Liangsheng smiled gently, raised his sleeves and shook, and bowed respectfully to the eight of them. These eight elders followed him for the longest time, from Qixia Mountain to Chang'an City. I heard from the Taoist that over the years, they had the most efforts to make the children's muscles and bones. This gift must be respected.

At the entrance of the village, he joked with everyone in the village. It was dark and then he returned home with his parents and sisters. The lit oil lamp was placed on the table. After crying for a while, Li Jinhua was busy going to the kitchen to have supper. However, the neighbors brought their own food over, which made the family less busy.

After having dinner under the eaves, Lu Liangsheng held the oil lamp and pulled his mother to the room. Many villagers stayed in the yard, or pulled the window, holding their breath, watching the scholar squatting in front of the bed gently kneading the old woman's eyes, tidying up the qi and blood meridians, and a trace of magic power penetrated the cortical blood vessels. When he entered his eyes, he felt a sense of blockage. It was probably guessing that these impurities made his mother's eyes difficult to see clearly.

At first, it was a little unnatural. First, it was afraid of the pain, and second, it felt that there were many people outside staring at him, holding the bedding nervously, and pinching the corner of Lu Liangsheng's sleeve with his other hand. Within a moment, he gently rubbed his fingertips. He felt that the deep hole of the words was warm, and a hot current was hovering. I don't know if it was the son who had not seen him for twenty years or the warm current, which made her feel soothing and relaxed. He held the hand of the sleeve and slowly drooped off the bed. He gently grasped it, and a snoring sounded.

Lu Liangsheng withdrew his hand, got up and pulled the bedding and gently covered his mother. He touched his wrinkled face, and then left the house and talked to the villagers who were still waiting outside. It was late at night that the villagers moved their own stools and gradually dispersed. Sun Yingxian sent his wife back to the room first, pulled Xiaoyun over to sit under the cypress tree, and looked at Lu Liangsheng, who was holding branches as thick as his arms, shaved them one by one, revealing some of the human outlines.

I couldn't help but ask, "When will I leave?"

Lu Liangsheng didn't say anything, but just raised his head and looked at the room with an oil lamp on the other side. He continued to bury his head and cut the wooden stick. Sun Xiaoyun wanted to speak, but Old Sun pulled down his sleeve and signaled him not to talk too much. After a while, he turned to another place.

"In the future, how can you become an immortal? How can you handle yourself with that old toad and Hong Lian? Are they going with you too? If possible, why not bring your parents with you."

Lu Liangsheng shook his head, stopped the sword, blew away the debris from the wooden stick, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "When I came back, I had thought that Master and Hong Lian, and even an old donkey, could be sent to the vast mountains and seas, but people could not get inside."

The stopped small sword continued to carve. Lu Liangsheng said this, smiling slightly, and continued to speak.

"Okay, Lao Sun, don't talk about this anymore. In the future, you can take care of me... Maybe in a hundred years, I'll be back?"

"Tear these useless again." The Taoist raised his hand, but he was the most apt to do, and he just casually left the matter behind. However, he was still a little worried. He looked around and lowered his voice, "Then you leave, what should I do if the fox on the other side of Xiaoquan Mountain? Over the years, her Taoist practice has become more and more profound. If she has a demonic spirit in the future, this Taoist may not be able to deal with it."

"No, Yanzhi is very smart. She will not do anything random. Mingyue worships me as her husband. The Qixia Mountain area is naturally named Lu. How could she do something random? Even if I go to the sky in the future, she will not dare."

Sun Xiaoyun looked around and didn't know what his father and uncle were talking about. He was confused and only mentioned the vixen on the side of Xiaoquan Mountain. It seemed that his uncle really raised him there, but he had a son?

...... Could it be? When the young man touched his chin thoughtfully, he was hit on the cheek by the bouncing wood chips, which happened to meet Lu Liangsheng's gaze opposite him. As if he had seen through his thoughts, he quickly lowered his head in horror.

The wooden stick cut off by the little sword gradually became human, and the appearance of the donkey became clearer and clearer. Lu Liangsheng blew it, cut off the extra area, kept the base, put it in his hand to play with it, and was talking casually.

"In fact, it's not just Yanzhi. It turns out that the old hen in the family will be in charge of you, but you can't control it. I'll let Yanzhi discipline it. The newly-formed demon is easy to mess around and don't understand the etiquette of the world."

The two chatted until the middle of the night. The spring rain was still falling. When the rooster crowed in the backyard, Lu Liangsheng looked at the wood carving in his hand, slowly got up, walked to the room opposite, pushed the door open, and went in. His father and mother slept peacefully. He put the wood carving on the table in front of the window, walked to the bed, lifted his robe, and suddenly knelt down.

"My father, the child has left, and he may not come back in the future. It is my greatest honor to be the child of the two elders in this life."

Dong.

He kowtowed away, raised it, and then kowtowed heavily. After three sounds, Lu Liangsheng got up from the ground, pressed the corner of the quilt for the old couple, turned around and went out, his eyes passed through the slowly closed door crack, and looked at the old man sleeping peacefully on the couch until the door closed, and walked to the old donkey to pull the reins.

"elder brother....."

On the second floor fence, Lu Xiaoxian stood there, tears soaked in some wrinkles and slid down the corners of his eyes. Lu Liangsheng looked at her, squeezed out a smile, and his voice was trembling.

"You should take good care of your parents at home. If your brother knows that he is unfilial in heaven, be careful that I will come down to earth to beat you!"

As he said that, he turned his face and stopped looking at his sister who was crying with his mouth. He whispered the Taoist on the opposite side: "Take good care of her."

After saying that, he walked out of the yard with the reins and disappeared into the night in a flash. Lu Xiaoxian, who was upstairs, came to his senses, stumbled downstairs, ran out of the yard and chased out, looked at the empty dam, and cried heart-wrenchingly.

"elder brother!!"

The sound went far away. Lu Liangsheng, who was walking on the road outside the village, gritted his teeth and went to Qixia Temple without looking back. He took out Hong Lian's corpse from the statue and put it in "The Endless Mountains and Seas". When he came out, he saw many torches coming out of the village over there. He could vaguely hear the call of his name. Some sentimentality surged into his heart. His nose and throat were sore. He loosened the reins, held up his wide sleeves, bowed down.

I also bowed to the winding Qixia Mountain on all sides, but I might not be able to see it later.

Hong Lian, who was beside him, followed him shortly and gave a gift. When the young master calmed down, she asked: "Young master, where will we go in the future?"

"Hangzhou, we will set the last eye of the spirits."

Lu Liangsheng gritted his teeth and moved away, took Hong Lian's hand, greeted the old donkey chewing grass, and left. He also saw the rouge waiting for Gong to give him on the roadside. He nodded to her and walked slowly to the end of the official road. To the east of dawn, slightly white clouds dispersed. The golden morning sun pushed the edge of Qingming, shining the men and women holding hands, holding the old donkey, and the bookshelf yawning toads, gradually fading away from the magnificent light.

......

The sun shone into the fenced courtyard, and fell on the head of the bed through the window lattice. In the warmth, the old woman opened her eyes and the dust on the roof became clear in her eyes. After putting on her clothes, she put on some worn shoes, and saw the puppets placed on the table. There was a smile on her face, just like the tough woman who pulled her husband's ear out of the quilt, and walked to the kitchen to cook food.

Then, he walked under the eaves and shouted outside: "It's time to eat!"
Chapter completed!