Shui Ling still remembers the heavy snowfall that year, the mother who went crazy after losing her daughter, and the old man who took his grandson to eat his granddaughter.

Feng Niang said: "They are quite particular. They have fungi stuffed in their stomachs. One of them is Ganoderma lucidum, so she absorbs the spiritual energy from the Ganoderma lucidum to keep it alive."

Shui Ling took out the spirit ball and put it in her hand, feeling through it that she missed her mother.

"Your mother... went to find you, but you are lingering here."

The spirit group trembled and seemed to be crying.

Shui Ling was very agitated, so she collected the spirit group and followed the deserters to the village.

The deserters were very excited when they saw the village. They shouted and rushed in through the unfinished part of the wall.

The villagers resisted vigorously, and no one was weak.

Shui Ling took out a hatchet and shuttled around the battlefield. When he saw a villager about to be injured, he came to help, and the knife was bloody.

The villagers worked together to kill all the deserters, and then looked at each other in shock.

They found that Shui Ling, a delicate little girl, was decisive and ruthless, making people respect and fear her.

Some people who had had issues with Shui Ling shuddered. It turned out that Shui Zheran's family was so powerful. They couldn't tell it at all, and they thought they were all soft-tempered people.

Shui Ling looked around. There were many bonfires lit in the village, and he could see the shock on everyone's faces.

She smiled slightly and asked, "We didn't run away this time and we protected the village. Are you happy?"

"Happy!" A young boy jumped up excitedly.

With this shout, everyone realized the importance of this matter.

Thinking back to the previous times when I was embarrassed and panicked, and when I saw my house destroyed, I no longer felt aggrieved, useless or sad. Instead, I felt extremely proud and excited.

The villagers all raised their arms and cheered.

Shui Dongliu said with a cold face: "Stop shouting. You were all bitching when I asked you to build the wall. Do you know the importance of the wall?"

"Now is a troubled time. This group will not be the only ones we encounter. There will be others in the future. Are you still complaining that you are tired now?"

Someone shouted: "Don't be tired, go to work at dawn and repair the walls as soon as possible."

"Yes... let's work..."

The villagers finally understood the importance of fortifications, and no one was dissatisfied anymore.

Shui Ling and Shui Zheran looked at each other, they had worked so hard to get this result.

The villagers are now very motivated and will not be afraid of deserters in the future.

Shui Ling smiled faintly, withdrew from the crowd, and arrived at the cemetery in the mountain forest before dawn, where several villagers were already buried.

She found the crazy woman Mu, and was surprised to find a white soul squatting on the tombstone.

"Huh? You haven't left yet?"

The spirit group turned into a woman's figure, and was about to disappear.

She saluted Shuiling, "I want to see the child, but I can't leave. I can only wait for an opportunity."

Shui Ling took out the little baby's spirit group, gave it a manifestation talisman, and then gave another one to the woman.

The two spirit groups turned into entities, and Xiaobao rushed over, "Mother..."

The woman hugged the baby in surprise and said, "I'm sorry, it's my mother's fault for not keeping an eye on you." She was so filled with guilt that she couldn't leave without concern.

Xiaobao shook his head, "Mom, it's not your fault. My sister said we have to leave."

The woman nodded, "Well, if you don't blame me, I'll be relieved."

Shui Ling sighed, sat on the ground and took out his harp to sing a soul-crossing song.

They have no karmic obstacles, so they can just be saved and there is no need for purification.

The melody of the Soul Crossing Song was gentle and sad, urging them to leave early.

Shui Ling was shocked to find dozens of light groups rising from the village and mountains and flying into the distance.

Those are dead deserters. If the water spirits stop chanting, those spirit groups will lose their guidance and their souls will be gone after dawn.

Shui Ling sighed inwardly, as long as he could survive, who would be willing to rob others?

So she didn't stop and continued singing.

The water spirit didn't stop until it lost contact with those spirit groups.

She was a little confused, how could there be no war?

The soldiers of the two countries hate each other and will not show any mercy when raising their machetes.

But the dead soldiers are painful to their relatives.

In the end, how many people lost their fathers, husbands, sons because of the war...

Who can see their sorrow and pain?

Shui Ling pursed her lips, put away her piano, and slowly returned to the village.

I don’t know who heard the cry of a baby, the crow of a rooster, the grunt of a fat pig...

Shui Ling suddenly realized that death also represents new life. We cannot stop the pace of death, but we can guard the new life.

Maybe those soldiers thought so too. They went to the battlefield just to protect their homes behind them.

In the end, Shui Ling summed it up in two words: "hypocritical".

She smiled slightly and walked quickly home. There was no need for her to clean up the village.

When they returned to Wenxin Xiaozhu, Shui Ling dispelled the formation first and entered the house. She was afraid of scaring Su Qin, so she went in quietly to take a bath.

As soon as she entered the main building, she saw Su Qin sitting in the hall waiting. She frowned when she saw Shui Ling, "Where is your father?"

Su Qin stood up and walked to Shui Ling, looked up and down, and was relieved when he saw it wasn't her blood.

Shui Ling quickly replied: "My father is helping the village clean up. He has to watch them burn the bodies and not throw them into the river."

"Well, you did the right thing. There aren't that many carnivorous fish in the river that can't handle the corpses. Go take a bath and have a good rest." Su Qin nodded.

"Okay." Shui Ling immediately went to take a bath.

When she came out of the shower and saw the white porridge, steamed buns and side dishes on the table, she smiled slightly. Her mother must have been so worried that she stayed up all night. The concentration of the porridge showed that she had stayed up all night.

She quickly filled her stomach and went to rest.

After the people of Ruoshui Village experienced this time of resisting foreign enemies, their mentality changed a lot. Those who were afraid of the hardship of practicing martial arts took the initiative to learn martial arts.

Shui Zheran found Shui Dongliu and talked about other things.

"Grandpa, should we build a school?"

Shui Dongliu frowned: "The school needs bricks and tiles, and the brick and tile shop in the county seems to be closed."

Shui Zheran was startled, "It won't open? Why?"

"It seems that the whole family went to Fucheng to join relatives, and the brick kiln was handed over to the government and has been idle." Shui Dongliu took a sip of tea, put down the tea cup and took out his pipe.

Shui Zheran touched his chin and asked, "Does anyone in our village know how to do this? I can buy it, but no one can manage it."

"It doesn't matter how much money we can make, at least we won't have to work so hard to build something."

Shui Dongliuba took a puff from his pipe and said meaningfully: "Are you making a lot of money?"

Shui Zheran smiled naively, "There is still enough money to build a school, but everyone has to work hard."
Chapter completed!