The next day, everyone was drinking morning tea in Zhuojiu Town, and some nagging sounds came from the street outside the window, which attracted their attention.

"Hey, have you heard that the northern army at the foot of Dingxian Mountain has taken action."

"What! Isn't it going to fight??" It was obvious that the news scared everyone else and they asked one after another.

"Hey~ No, my great-grandfather just returned from Dingxian Mountain and saw with his own eyes a group of people from the northern border heading south sitting on a flying chariot. The ancestor didn't stop him. I guess..."

"It's probably because we have to make peace."

"Make peace? Those people from the north are still timid, hahahaha..." Everyone laughed loudly when they heard this, as if they had forgotten the panic and uneasiness in their hearts when facing the war just now.

Song Zhi and others in the restaurant also heard the conversation outside the window, and immediately put down the teacup tacitly.

Huo Yuanlong pulled his head back with his hands, chewing the bamboo stick in his mouth and said, "The people in the North don't know how to call a wolf. The more they act, the more they shouldn't be careless."

"Xiao Song, after I send you up the mountain, my mission will be completed. Whether to seize the sword or not depends entirely on your own fortune."

Song Zhi nodded slightly, knowing what Huo Yuanlong meant, and he wanted to say goodbye in advance.

There was a meeting between the mountains and rivers, and Song Zhi felt that after separation, he would eventually meet Huo Yuanlong again.

Jiang Yazhen asked at the right time: "People from the northern border crossed the border and headed south without authorization. Why didn't Yangshou stop him as the lord of Dingxian Mountain?"

Han Xiuchen had a thorough understanding of the matters in the northern border and explained on his behalf: "Dingxian Mountain has its own troops, but it can be called the Kuomintang. Because he has been in charge of the court since ancient times, he rarely violated the orders."

"If you say so..." Song Zhi's slender and slender fingers gently tapped the tabletop and said in thought:

"This Lord Yang Shou did not take action, but received the instruction of the court. So these northerners went south this time... the purpose must be to the capital. Do they really want to seek peace?"

"I don't think so." Huo Yuanlong raised his eyebrows, suddenly leaned on the table, and said mysteriously:

"A few months ago, the emperor issued a secret edict to me, saying that it might hold a martial arts competition with the North, hoping that I could participate in defeating their aura."

"Oh? Then what?" Song Zhi didn't expect that there would be such a thing and asked curiously.

"Then it's gone. The people in the North feel that they have no chance of winning and dare not take on the battle between the next-level masters." Huo Yuanlong stroked his hair and said with a smile:

"With this old man here, with He Wenzhan, Han Yu and others, people from the North naturally dare not do anything random..." Huo Yuanlong said this, suddenly shook his head, raised his hand and picked up a pot of wine and said to himself:

"It's a pity that the most important person is missing."

"One person is missing, who is Brother Huo talking about?" Song Zhi gently pressed his temple and raised one eye and asked.

"Xia Gui, a truly powerful swordsman." Huo Yuanlong put down the wine bowl, closed his eyes and felt like he was recalling it in a deep voice.

Han Xiuchen showed a sudden enlightenment expression and nodded, "It's Xia Gui Zhenren. I have heard of it, but hasn't he already retired to the mountains and forests? Brother Huo has actually seen Xia Gui Zhenren?"

Huo Yuanlong nodded and said, "This guy is a strange man. Although he has invincible skills, he has no intention of winning or losing. If I hadn't been aggressive and trying every possible way back then, he wouldn't have fought against me."

"I was defeated in my life, thanks to him, hey."

Jiang Yazhen also became interested. After circling his hair around his temples, purple light flowed in his eyes, he asked: "It turns out that Brother Huo will be defeated. Who is Xia Gui? Senior Yangshou's real name is Xia Yechang, is it..."

"Yes, Xia Gui is his grandson." Huo Yuanlong yawned.

After drinking early tea, a few people left Zhuojiu Town and continued to head northeast. They passed by several towns on the way. As expected, as Huo Yuanlong said, the closer they got to Dingxian Mountain, the more pious these people became to the monks.

Moreover, many towns were beating drums and drums, and they were sending off some people with a shout. After careful investigation, they realized that these were ordinary people who were awakened in this great change. After obtaining the qualifications for cultivation, they resolutely chose to join Dingxian Mountain.

So this scene happened.

"You guys, Han has come here. The east side of the village is Mao Village growing in the lower place. I have to go back and see my mother. I will never forget them in this life. Han is very grateful..."

Han Xiuchen suddenly ran to the front of several people and bowed and said.

Suddenly seeing Han Xiuchen so politely, Song Zhi was surprised and hurriedly signaled him to get up, saying, "It's okay, we will remember you..."

"That..." Han Xiuchen stood up, shyly buckled his cheek and said:

"My mother is old and she has a wish before she comes, just to see me get married and have children. I wonder if the two girls can..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw that Song Zhi and the other two had already floated to more than ten meters away, leaving in a particularly hasty way.

"this...."

Han Xiuchen's hand froze in the air. He looked at the backs of the three of them and smiled, shook his head gently and walked towards the path to the east.

Crossing the muddy and winding field path, Han Xiuchen came to a desolate mountain village, saying it was desolate, because the mountain village was overgrown with weeds, and the artemisia at the doorsteps of many people were taller than others and had long been uninhabited.

Kicking open the broken tiles at the entrance of the village, Han Xiuchen walked towards an inconspicuous small earthen house at the end of the village with a nervous mood. Even if this house is placed in this wild village, it can definitely be called shabby and dilapidated, with only a earthen house and a short stove.

In the dark kitchen, there was a hunched figure busying himself, and the sound of coughing came from time to time.

When Han Xiuchen heard the cough from afar, he calmed down and walked quickly towards him.

When he walked in, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the red couplet beside the door. The broken red couplet could no longer see the handwriting written back then. He could only barely leave half of it. It should have been posted repeatedly by the owner of the house and refused to give it up.

He had an impression of the Red League. It was one day fifteen years ago. My mother sold two old hens at home without hesitation, went to the town to buy lanterns, and exchanged for a sumptuous dish to invite fellow villagers to see him off.

Fifteen years passed in a flash, and everything seemed to be yesterday, but things changed.

He touched the red couplet with his palms down, and a tear fell unconsciously in the corner of Han Xiuchen's eyes. He reacted and quickly raised his sleeves to wipe it, but found that the tears were like a river breaking through the dam, flowing endlessly.

"Hu...Hu..." Han Xiuchen adjusted his breathing and looked up again, but found a figure stopping in front of the kitchen door, looking at this side curiously.

"Baby, who are you looking for?"

This is an old woman with a hunchbacked body. Although her hair is mixed with black and white, her face is covered with vicissitudes of wrinkles. She... is already old.

Seeing this scene, Han Xiuchen wanted to speak, and stopped, pursed his lips and red eyes, and stopped for a long time, and finally replied dryly: "I'll come to find...my mother."

"Hey... look for my mother?" The old woman wiped her hands with a white cloth, seemed to be in thought, and said apologetically after a while:

"Young man, there are not many households in my village, and I have never heard of anyone with such a handsome child. Have you made a mistake? There are still villages in the east, and there are many people there. Why don't you go and ask?"

Han Xiuchen wiped his face vigorously when he heard this, slowly stepped forward and reminded softly: "I am Han Xiaolu...

"I'm back."

"What Han Xiaolu? I don't know you, you still..." The old woman smiled and shook her head, then suddenly became stunned and repeated:

"What little donkey? Han...uh?"

This time she squinted her eyes and looked at Han Xiuchen's tears. After reacting, she suddenly threw the white cloth in her hand, clapped and screamed and ran forward:

"Oh my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my ah my

When she ran halfway through, the initial smile slowly dissipated and gradually turned into a sad cry. The fat body hugged Han Xiuchen tightly, looked up at Han Xiuchen's face and kept looking at him, as if she was afraid that she would never see it again.

Han Xiuchen also cried like rain, hugging his mother's body and patting her, comforting her mother who had quietly grown old without realizing it.

The mother and son hugged each other for a moment, and Han's mother suddenly let go of Han Xiuchen, raised her fingers and said hurriedly:

"Xiuchen, mom knows you are busy, but don't rush to leave. Mom will kill the chicken in the yard now, soon! Soon! Don't rush to leave!"

After saying that, Han's mother hurriedly ran to the back of the kitchen. Her bloated body shook because of the trot, but made Han Xiuchen lean against the earth wall and closed her eyes and cried, not daring to open her eyes.

After a long silence, Han Xiuchen walked into the dirt house and skillfully moved out the table, chairs, and benches to set up. Then he came to the kitchen and watched his mother do it. Han's mother suddenly looked at Han Xiuchen still there, and hurriedly showed a happy smile, as if she was afraid that the son in front of her was just an hallucination caused by her dizzy eyes.

Although she didn't know why her son suddenly came back, she didn't dare to talk to her, as if she was afraid that her son would dislike her old-fashioned.

Han Xiuchen also saw that his mother was not used to it, so he walked to the empty seat in front of the house and sat down silently, looking up at his head. The night sky in the north was vast and magnificent.

But tonight, the moon is sparse in the stars, and the branches and leaves cross, but it looks particularly lonely.

After watching for a long time, Han Xiuchen's eyes were ecstatic and he said to himself:

"You guys watch what I do... it's okay, I just happened to have a doubt in my heart."

"The jade tower above Suwen Xiantai is so cold that it is so high that it is so cold. How is it compared to the world?"

The response to him was the meteor that flashed in the sky, and Han Xiuchen also withdrew his gaze and nodded, "I understand."

Bang!

At this time, a pot of hot chicken soup was served on the dining table. Han Xiuchen looked back and saw Han’s mother’s kindness and sad gaze, which made Han Xiuchen’s heart tremble.

Han’s mother was no longer as excited as before. She thought a lot on the way to make the fire. She sat quietly beside Han Xiuchen for a long time, and finally patted Han Xiuchen’s hand silently and said:

"Son, it's very hard to practice outside."

"We should eat more. If we have the ability, we should eat more. Don't be like my mother. We should use some chickens, ducks and fish every day to provide for it. Then, look at your thinness, there is no way a monk should look like."

Han Xiuchen held his forehead and hid his urge to cry again. After a while, he said, "Mom, I'm a little tired of practicing and wanting to come back to accompany you, just like... I was young."

"How can that be! Don't look at your mother's hair, her body is pretty good. At least you still have hope of getting married and having children. Chen'er, don't delay your own affairs. Can you give birth to the mother of this big baby son be bad? Hahaha..."

Han’s mother thought Han Xiuchen couldn’t bear it when she saw her appearance, so she hurriedly persuaded her. Seeing that Han Xiuchen’s expression was still bad, she changed the topic:

"When it comes to Chen'er, have you met a suitable girl after so many years of going out? If... Mom said that if you have the chance, you can bring it to Mom. No, no, our village has broken your face, so you can send it to Mom! Mom takes advantage of the move and goes out of the village to see it in person."

"Mom..." Han Xiuchen tightened his mother's palm and was about to tell the truth, but seeing the happiness in Han mother's eyes, he finally changed his words:

"Mom, you are too slight. Have you forgotten that you have been loving girls since you were young? Getting married and having children is not difficult for you. I am not afraid of you making jokes. There are all fairies in the world who are fascinated by me."

Han Xiuchen smiled when he said this, and when Han Xiuchen smiled, Han's mother also laughed:

"Yes, I almost forgot that my son is liked by girls, but you should also be nice to others, but don't be flirted with and learn bad things like those officials."

After Han's mother said that, she saw Han Xiuchen's eyes lowered, and she hurriedly handed the chopsticks to Han Xiuchen, urging him to move and comfort him: "Actually, it's hard to say about marriage, so it's okay if you don't have it for the time being. My mother just talks."

"aunt!"

Suddenly, several voices came from a distance. Han Xiuchen, who was holding the chopsticks and had nowhere to put them, immediately looked back and looked shocked.
To be continued...