Invincible little uncle

Chapter 394 116. Warmth
Where is Xia Guang?

Where?
Nobody knows.

Maybe it's just a certain alley full of lakes and willows, maybe it's walking through the rich and luxurious mansions.

Since he was born, he has spent more than 40 years in this world, but from another perspective, it is countless years, and the years are completely useless to him.

His face remained at the moment of awakening.

Because from that moment on, time can no longer have an effect on him.

At this time, the Jiangnan in the world is full of flowers, umbrellas are like rain, children are chasing under the willow trees, and there are a few flat boats between the aristocratic families in the center of the lake and the land.

The bluestone arch bridge is like a bright moon, and there is an illusion of a full moon on the surface of the lake, which seems to always say that consummation is just a delusion.

"Godmother, look at that man."

Suddenly, a playful voice sounded from the bridgehead.

"How old are you, why do you still look like this, who is worthy of the godmother to see?"

The voice that responded was gentle and a little flat.

I am used to watching joys and sorrows, how can it not be plain?
The lady in purple clothes is more than 50 years old, with a mature look on her melon seed face, her long hair is tied into a bun, and is worn through with green hairpins. Her whole body is clean and spotless, and her eyes are especially moving. They have experienced years and countless stories. , to have a pair of calm eyes.

She was a rich man in the south of the Yangtze River, but she was unmarried, and she just lived in a small building in the middle of the lake with her adoptive daughter.

Her adopted daughter was named after her other son.

Although she hasn't seen each other for nearly 40 years, she even feels that she is not qualified to call that person her son.

Because he is too good, so good that his name is destined to be passed on to the eternity.

And she is already old, she is just a mortal, although martial arts are not bad in the Jianghu, but these are not enough for her to resist the torture of the years.

"Godmother, look quickly."

The lady in purple looked at the majestic and dignified woman in the goose-yellow shirt in front of her. There was a playful and eccentric spirit in the eyes of this woman that did not disappear with the years.

The woman was pulling the clothes of the lady in purple at her side.

The lady in purple smiled helplessly, "This child."

But he still turned his head to the side and looked under the long willow. There was a man sitting there, with some melancholy, leaning against the trunk of the willow tree, which was not thick, with one leg bent and the other stretched out. Holding the wine gourd, she raised her head, her black hair was carried back slightly by the lake wind.

The lady in purple was stunned.

Rubbed his eyes.

Opened it again, looked into the distance quietly, and couldn't help but ran forward two steps, and threw itself on the guardrail of the small Jiangnan bridge.

In the distance, the man under the tree seemed to feel this gaze.

Also looked up slightly.

The water waves are like light, the cloud shadows are floating, and the streets are bustling with people coming and going.

The man turned his head sideways, showing a gentle smile.

And the lady in purple on the bridge also smiled.

Her smile was a little jerky, a little late, but not late.

"Guanger."

The lady in purple bit her lips, and tears flowed down her cheeks, but these tears were tears of joy, tears of reunion after a long absence, because they would never see each other again in this life, but they didn't want to be on the street, just the tears that could be met after turning around .

"Aunt Ying."

The lazy man said softly.

This man is naturally Xia Guang who disappeared after slaughtering the protoss.

The lady in purple was the little maid who brought Xia Guang with her when she was a child, and she was also the former leader of the White Lotus Sect, Wang Jiuying. The little palace maid went to Jiangnan.

Jiangnan said that small is not small.

Even if they are both in the south of the Yangtze River, when there is no fate, they can't meet each other no matter what.

Not too big.

Because it is nothing more than a lake, two or three islands, four or five streets, and a field of flowers that bloom and wither with spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The small building in the middle of the lake is located on the east side of the West Lake, connected to the land by a pontoon bridge. The island is regarded as a merchant area, mostly rich people live there, and they share money together, so that the government can strengthen the law and order here during inspections, and also hire guards and generals. This area is strictly guarded.

Many high-level chambers of commerce in Dazhou have houses here, and many even settle here.

Wang Jiuying didn't know what to say, so she cooked a few dishes by herself, but she didn't know if they suited his taste. She just saw that he was not riding a big horse today, but sitting under the willow with a vicissitudes of life and melancholy. Dare to admit it.

The man ate a lot of dishes, and Wang Jiuying breathed a sigh of relief. She is over 50 years old, and she can be regarded as a hidden master in Xiaozhu by the lake. Full level.

It's just that this man is used to rich clothes and fine food, so she is worried that it doesn't suit his taste.

Xia Guang put down the bowl and chopsticks, "Aunt Ying, if someone dies because of kindness to you, how can you let go of it?"

Wang Jiuying was stunned for a moment but did not answer.

But Wang Jiangnan said: "At the beginning, my brothers in the White Lotus Sect all died for each other! How can they let go?"

There was some resentment in her voice.

"Jiangnan!"

Wang Jiuying scolded softly, signaling her not to talk nonsense.

"Really?"

Xia Guang didn't think about changing places, but now that he thinks about it, he fell silent.

Emotion is an unfamiliar territory to him.

Others practice Taishangruiqing, the unity of man and nature, and then attain the Dao.

He did the opposite.

I was born to be so powerful that no one can surpass, but I want to separate myself from this cold loneliness, integrate into the simple world, and be a small ant that I once thought.

What's wrong with ants?
Life in the morning and death in the evening, don't know the obscurity, and don't care about the spring and autumn.

After a few simple words, everyone fell silent.

We exchanged a few pleasantries over the years.

Then it fell silent again.

At the end, Xia Guang said: "The culprit who killed your royal family back then was actually not my Da Zhou, but Fengyue Channa of the Buddhist sect. She turned into a national teacher and sowed right and wrong in the world, but she is already dead. "

Wang Jiuying's dusty memory was opened again by a few simple words. She looked at Xia Guang who had grown up in front of her, "Aunt Ying never hated you. I knew you let me go back then. Otherwise, according to Xue Guang With the nature of a devil, I can't get out of the palace."

"Snow devil?"

Xia Guang was taken aback.

"It's that Princess Xia Yuxue, according to her seniority, she is your little niece. This person's deterrent power in the Great Zhou Jianghu is actually stronger than yours, but she just disappeared later."

Wang Jiuying explained.

Xia Guang didn't expect his little niece to have such a reputation. Thinking of Xia Yuxue, he thought of his little daughter Xia Shuxuan, and thinking of Xia Shuxuan, he thought of Daji, and those days many years ago. Suddenly relieved.

Time, only with temperature, is time, otherwise, eternity is just the most boring waiting.

And that's the most beautiful thing about being alive.

He suddenly figured it out.

"Do you want some soup? Jiangnan caught a new fish by the lake yesterday. She has a fierce mouth, but she imitated you. She caught a big fish yesterday, and she might have a distinguished guest.

But no, you are here today. "

Wang Jiuying smiled gently.

"Ah."

Xia Guang nodded, "Put some more salt, it's just lightened."

"okay."

Wang Jiuying turned around, gracefully.

(End of this chapter)