However, Liu Qianwen did not know that Nangong Haotian had already arrived at the bank of the Dahuang River to the west of the orchard and was speeding north along the rolling river.
Although he had heard Liu Qianwen's call, he thought that Liu Zhengzhao, the silver flute Xiaoyaoke, would definitely dissuade her from going back, so he didn't care in his heart and did not go back. He went on the road alone and ran straight to the north.
His original plan was to come to Fengjundu, find Yunli Wuying Liu Jingwei first, and get the Dragon Scale Anti-Arm Knife back, and then go to the Saibei Mountains.
But now, Liu Jingwei's life and death are uncertain, and Liu Qianwen is not sure about picking up the sword. Nangong Haotian can only place his hope on Wuying in the waves, but he will be trapped. He will not talk about it until he meets him in the future.
Now, what Nangong Haotian is thinking about is no longer how to retrieve the Nangong Shuangjie Dragon Scale Anti-Arm Knife, but how to rush to the Saibei Mountains as soon as possible to rescue his mother Li Yunji.
In the past few days, Nangong Haotian went directly from Yongji to Baode, turned to the mouth of the river, and finally went straight to Wubaotou. Nangong Haotian went back to his hometown again to see how Nangong Mansion is doing now.
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This afternoon, the weather was clear and cloudless. Birds were chirping all around and trees were budding. It was the time when "the wild flowers gradually become enchanting, and Asakusa is free of horse hooves"!
A young man in white clothes appeared at Wubaotou, with his hands behind his back. Every step seemed to be a simple step forward, but with each step, he was able to walk several meters away, which was really weird.
This person was naturally Nangong Haotian who had come all the way. He looked up and saw the towering Wubaotou Tower standing in the sky. It was not far from Nangong Mansion.
At this time, even Nangong Haotian, who had been calm all the time, couldn't help but become a little anxious. After all, this was half of his home. If it weren't for Nangong Haotian's body in his previous life, he still wouldn't know where he would be as a lonely ghost.
Woolen cloth!
Looking at the Wubaotou Tower, Nangong Haotian paused for a moment, and then did not stop. His steps accelerated with the excitement of his blood. He wished he could step onto Nanguan Street outside the city in one step.
When he thought of Nanguan Street, Nangong Haotian thought of the time when Nangong's mansion was set on fire by Shangguan Mie, and his uncle Nangong Shuangliang who died tragically in Shangguan Mie's hands. Nangong Shuangliang's unwilling look at that time is still vivid in his mind.
In the head.
The top priority now is to find the coffin of his father Nangong Shuangjie! And to see if anyone is still alive in Nangong Mansion back then.
Although a fire broke out in Nangong Shuangliang's house that night, Nangong Shuangliang had already sent someone to take the coffin of his father, Nangong Shuangjie, back to his hometown in Yulinhe.
Nangong Haotian has been thinking about these questions over and over in his mind. Due to the excitement and anxiety in his heart, he clasped his hands and his palms were already covered with sweat.
When I walked to Nangong Mansion, I saw that the huge mansion had been completely turned into rubble, and the charred black walls had turned into light smoke after more than a year of wind, rain, and sun.
There was also a lot of green grass growing among the rubble, which looked extremely desolate and desolate, and a desolate feeling rose from the bottom of my heart.
"I just got a perfect family, but why did you, Shangguan Mi, take it away again? Why don't you, God, let me, Nangong Haotian, have a family? In my previous life, I didn't even know how I was born.
I know that my parents have even more extravagant hopes for me. It’s really ridiculous that you took them away again in this life..." Nangong Haotian lamented a little, maybe God just didn’t want to give him a family.
After calming down, Nangong Haotian shifted his gaze, looked around, and found a middle-aged man hurriedly walking out from downstairs of his neighbor on the left.
Nangong Haotian's eyes lit up. According to the memory of Nangong Haotian in his previous life, this man's surname was Ning. "I may be able to get some information from him!"
Nangong Haotian stroked his sleeves, then took a few steps forward, cupped his hands and said, "Hello, Uncle Ning!"
When the middle-aged man named Ning heard Nangong Haotian's voice, he hurriedly stopped and looked at him in confusion.
Seeing the confusion in the eyes of the middle-aged man named Ning, Nangong Haotian explained: "Uncle Ning, I am Haotian from Yulin River, Nangong Haotian."
When the middle-aged man named Ning heard this, he suddenly became happy and said suddenly: "Yes, you are Haotian. How come you haven't seen me for more than a year? You look like an adult now."
The middle-aged man named Ning suddenly turned his gaze and asked curiously: "Where is your mother? How come you didn't see her coming?"
When Nangong Haotian heard that he asked about his mother Li Yunji, his smile suddenly faded. Thinking of what he had experienced for so long, there were countless words in his heart that he couldn't finish.
No matter how powerful Nangong Haotian was in the twenty-fifth century, he was still just a man under the age of twenty. He had experienced many things. Most of them were seen on TV and so on, and he had no real experience.
Now that someone mentioned his sad things, he subconsciously opened his mouth to speak out, but then he thought, it's better not to involve too much in these things!
Thinking of this, Nangong Haotian said vaguely: "Yes, my mother didn't come."
Realizing that he had strayed off topic, Nangong Haotian paused and quickly brought back to the topic, "My uncle and the others..."
"Your uncle, alas, it's so pitiful that a good family member was lost like this. Alas, later on, we all helped to bury more than a hundred people in Nangong Mansion. It's a pity that the dead are the most important.
..." The middle-aged man named Ning replied sadly: "Isn't your father's coffin still parked in the dilapidated ancestral hall of the Li family in the southern suburbs?"
Nangong Haotian felt a pain in his heart, and his eyes were filled with tears. He nodded hastily, "Yes, Haotian is here for this matter, but my mother has left old Xu Fu to take care of her..."
In order to add more words, he could only make up a story. That day he saw with his own eyes old Xu Fu being executed by those gray-clothed and masked men. The scene of the last beheading still echoed in Nangong Haotian's mind.
The middle-aged man surnamed Ning said in surprise: "You don't know yet, that old Xu Fu of your family was executed by someone late that night."
Nangong Haotian trembled all over, his face changed drastically, tears filled his eyes, and finally rolled down, "Ghost-faced scholar Shangguan destroys that bold thief, he is so ruthless, he will not even let go of an old servant who is nearly seventy years old."
Pass……"
The middle-aged man said: "At that time, old Xu Fu's body was discovered by two little beggars. Later, the beggar head of this city was also responsible for buying the coffin and putting it away. You'd better go and ask them, maybe you can find something.
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Nangong Haotian was stunned when he heard this. Old Xu Fu was also killed in Nangong Mansion. How could he be discovered by the beggar? Could it be that Shangguan Mie sent someone to abandon his body? That was so cruel and inhumane.
With doubts, Nangong Haotian hurriedly handed over his hands, said "goodbye", then turned around and strode towards the southern suburbs.