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A small village is full of Xiao Yu's old friends and their descendants.

Feng Wu and Mo Li first appeared, followed by Ye jiuqiong, Hu Nu Qing'er, Han Ningyan, Linglong, ye Wuming

Familiar faces appeared one after another. When they saw Xiao Yu's blood scale and others, they all had tears in their eyes.

They surrounded the village and attracted a group of younger generations from afar, thinking that something big had come.

"Twenty thousand years. You've been there for twenty thousand years. You're really cruel!" With tears, ye jiuqiong comes forward and gives Xiao Yu a hug.

"You are Little black, little white? " The wind dance looked at the two young girls in the rear, a burst of surprise, obviously not quite dare to believe.

"Dancing aunt!"

The two grown-up little guys also cried out and rushed into the arms of the wind dance.

"Just come back, just come back!" Mo Li's sideburns have a few more white hair. He doesn't have so many words. He just holds the hand of blood scale and ink feather tightly.

The blood scale and the ink feather seem to be choked in the throat. In this situation, there is not a word to say.

After leaving for many years, if we want to say that there are still people who can be called their relatives in this field, it is the wind dance Mo Li, and exquisite.

In the samsara hall, they lived together for a period of time. At that time, Xiaohei and Xiaobai were still wearing open file pants, which seemed to be never growing up, which made everyone headache. Now looking back, everything is like yesterday.

The village became lively. A group of children, large and small, were called to salute Xiao Yu and Xueling.

Even Xiaohei and Xiaobai, in front of the descendants of these old friends, have become the figures of the ancestors. Several people are not very nice, one after another, to the supreme cultivation, for the village a group of descendants wash the body.

"And my father and mother?" After some greetings, Xiao Yu asked his parents. He didn't use his mind to look for it. In front of this small village and these old friends, he just wanted to be an ordinary mortal.

"The two elders have been waiting for your return every day over the years. Since you are back, you'd better go and see them." Mo Li sighed, and even ye jiuqiong couldn't help feeling sad.

Xiao Yu's parents have been waiting for Xiao Yu's return for 20000 years. Although their descendants also treat Xiao Wantian as their elders, how can they make up for their blood relationship?

In a word, Xiao Yu felt a little sad. He nodded and asked where his parents were. Then he walked alone to the back of the village.

There is a bamboo forest behind the village, which is very quiet. Xiao Yu moved on silently, but his feet felt extremely heavy.

Before long, several thatched cottages appeared in the bamboo forest. Before Xiao Yu approached, he was stunned and couldn't step out any more.

Now it's deep winter. The snow is falling, and the green bamboo forest is dyed white. There is a small courtyard in front of several small houses. There is a snowman in the courtyard, isolated in the wind and snow.

A woman, careful before the snowman, adds snow to the snowman.

"Are you making a snowman again?" A helpless sigh, although still great, hair has been pale figure out of the house, put on a dress for the woman.

The woman returned with a smile and said, "when yu'er was a child, he liked to make a snowman. When I was still in the Lin family, yu'er didn't have anything. The other children's birthdays were very grand every year, but I couldn't give yu'er anything. "

With memories in her eyes and a smile of relief in her mouth, the woman said, "but yu'er was sensible since childhood. In order to reassure me, he told me that he liked to make snowmen and told me that he didn't want anything, as long as I would make a snowman with him every year. Every year after that, as long as it is near his birthday and snowy days, he and I will make a snowman together

Listening, Xiao Yu's eyes are moist.

It was many years ago. When he was still in the Lin family, when he was still young, he did not even recover the memory of his previous life. However, now that 20000 years have passed, Lin Yurou still clearly remembers his childhood.

"I didn't take care of you. You suffered in those years." Xiao Wan was sorry in his eyes.

Lin Yurou gently shook her head and said with a smile, "I don't feel bitter in retrospect. At least in those days, yu'er was able to stay with me for a long time. Now it's snowy. I don't know who will make a snowman for him after he has been away for so long?"

Although Xiao Wantian knew that his wife was missing his son, he did not know how to comfort him. He could only hold Lin Yurou's shoulder in silence and accompany him in the snow.

"Father, mother!" Xiao Yu couldn't stand it any longer. He was red eyed and called out.

What the nine days of the supreme, what invincible, at this moment, is not as strong as the blood of the relatives.

"I seem to hear yu'er's voice?" Lin Yurou Leng a Leng, as if not quite dare to believe their own ears, looked up to Xiao Wantian.

"You miss yu'er too much." Xiao Wantian shakes his head. Although he seems to have heard Xiao Yu's voice, why does he not remember his son day and night?"Father, mother, it's me. Yu'er is back!"

Xiao Yu Ran in the snow with tears. At this moment, he seemed to have no cultivation. He was just the most ordinary person. When he ran, the snow splashed.

"Yu'er, it's really yu'er!" The tears in Lin Yurou's eyes suddenly fell like rain. Regardless of everything, she brought up her long skirt and ran to Xiao Yu. Xiao Wantian was also in her eyes, closely following each other.

Xiao Yu, who used to cross the border one step at a time, now seems to have run tens of thousands of reincarnations.

He ran to his parents, knelt down heavily and choked: "father, mother, yu'er is unfilial and can't stay with you for so many years."

He has lived for hundreds of thousands of years. If he does not kneel down, he will only have his parents if he can kneel down!

"Feather son, get up quickly." Lin Yurou and Xiao Wantian help Xiao Yu up in a hurry. Lin Yurou bursts into tears and reaches out to gently caress Xiao Yu's cheek, as if to see how much he has changed in the past two thousand years. His eyes can't be moved any more.

Although Xiao Wantian just stood aside, he also turned his head and secretly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Yu'er, you haven't changed much after so many years, but your father and mother are old." Lin Yurou smiles when she sees that there is no trace of years left on Xiao Yu's face.

Close, Xiao Yu can see that Lin Yurou's head has already appeared white hair, and wrinkles have appeared in the corners of his eyes. If you look at Xiao Wantian, his hair is gray.

His parents didn't have any accomplishments. It was rare that he used holy medicine to prolong their lives for thousands of years. The master of the white clothes hall was here again and renewed them again. They both began to grow old.

"Mother, neither you nor your father will be old. I want you to live with heaven and earth and shine with the sun and moon." Xiao Yu reached out and stroked Lin Yurou's hair.

In the twinkling of an eye, Lin Yurou's long hair, which had no luster, turned black and translucent in the blink of an eye. The wrinkles in the corners of her eyes also disappeared in an instant, making her return to her original appearance when she was young.

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