HCB Chapter 171 The Old Man's Memories
Chapter 171 The Old Man's Memories
Xiao Wanwan and Xiao Shengsheng returned to Liusheng Pavilion. Ling Xiyan was afraid that Xiao Shengsheng's noise would disturb Xiao Wanwan, so she rearranged a room in Liusheng Pavilion for Xiao Wanwan.
Xiao Wanwan lied that she was sleepy, and the two sisters went back to their rooms.
She entered the room, closed the door, and took out the package that the old man at the stall had given her.
Xiao Wanwan spread the package on the ground, ignoring the various magical treasures and artifacts inside.
Her eyes fell on the broken sword, which was covered in rust, making it impossible to tell what it originally looked like.
Xiao Wanwan reached out and took the broken sword in her hand, and a strange feeling suddenly surged in her heart.
She felt a little sad, as if she was meeting a good friend she hadn't seen for many years.
"How could this be?"
Xiao Wanwan muttered to herself.
She was sure that she had never seen this broken sword before, so why did she feel so strange?
At this moment, the guqin in her sea of consciousness trembled, allowing Xiao Wanwan to clearly feel its excitement and excitement.
"Could it be that the guqin and this broken sword were once good friends?"
She muttered to herself and found it funny.
A guqin and a broken sword are both lifeless things, how can they be friends?
Xiao Wanwan glanced at the broken sword casually a few times, but no matter how carefully she looked at it, she couldn't see anything unusual about it.
She curled her lips in dissatisfaction and threw the broken sword aside.
Xiao Wanwan reached out and rubbed her heavy eyelids, feeling extremely sleepy.
Oh, today was such an exciting day! We went shopping and fought.
But fighting is also a physically demanding activity, and she is very tired today.
Xiao Wanwan got up from the ground and walked slowly towards the bed with heavy steps.
Walking to the bed, she didn't care about her image and fell on the bed with her legs spread out like a kitten with its bones and muscles pulled out.
Not long after, a sound of even and gentle breathing came from her nose.
Xiao Wanwan couldn't wait to fall asleep and went to play hide-and-seek with Zhou Gong.
For a moment, the whole room fell into silence, with only the occasional chirping of insects and birds coming from outside the window.
Suddenly, the peach blossom mark that was originally faintly visible between Xiao Wanwan's eyebrows began to slowly flicker with a faint light.
Gradually, the light became brighter and brighter.
At this moment, a small and exquisite guqin flew out from between her eyebrows and landed directly on the broken sword on the ground at lightning speed.
"Om..."
The guqin emitted a low roaring sound, and the light it emitted enveloped the broken sword.
"Om..."
There was another roar, and the guqin and the broken sword turned into a stream of light and sank into Xiao Wanwan's eyebrows.
The dazzling light disappeared in an instant, and the room returned to its previous tranquility, as if nothing had ever happened.
Xiao Wanwan slept soundly and woke feeling refreshed. She lay on her back in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
A feeling of loneliness surged into her heart. Thinking of the days on Lingxiao Peak, nostalgia flashed in Xiao Wanwan's eyes.
She shook her head vigorously, and the nostalgia in her eyes turned into determination.
Ten years. Ten years later, she will be able to see her master and others again.
She must practice well so that she can travel freely between the two worlds in the future without her grandfather's escort.
Xiao Wanwan jumped out of bed, and when her eyes fell on the pile of items given to her by the old man selling things at the stall, she was stunned.
What about that broken sword?
Xiao Wanwan scratched her head in confusion, frowning as she looked around.
She clearly put it on the ground, how come it suddenly disappeared?
Suddenly thinking of something, Xiao Wanwan slapped her head.
She probed her spiritual sense into her sea of consciousness, and right next to the guqin was the broken sword.
Ah......
Xiao Wanwan was immediately amused. It seemed that her sea of consciousness was about to turn into a grocery store.
She despised Guqin in her heart, withdrew her consciousness, walked out the door.
Xiao Wanwan pushed open the door and a cool evening breeze blew in her face, making her shiver.
Looking up, I saw that the sky outside had darkened slightly, and it looked like a huge ink painting spreading out before my eyes.
Xiao Wanwan couldn't help but feel a little dazed. She rubbed her eyes and muttered to herself.
I didn't expect that I would sleep for so long.
She stretched, loosened her stiff limbs, then slowly lifted her feet and walked out of the room.
The moment she stepped out of the room, she suddenly saw a dark shadow leaning against the door.
Xiao Wanwan's heart instantly rose to her throat, the hairs on her body stood up, and she couldn't help but let out a terrified scream.
"Ah...who is it?"
Like a frightened rabbit, she jumped back a big step nimbly and jumped a long distance away.
She stared at the mysterious figure with wide eyes and a vigilant look on her face, her hands unconsciously clenched into fists in a defensive posture.
This person is not someone she is familiar with!
"Don't be afraid, it's me!"
A black shadow walked out from the darkness, and it was the old man who set up a stall in the city.
"Grandpa, it's you! I was scared to death!"
Xiao Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest, and looked up at the old man.
"Why did you leave without saying goodbye yesterday? I was worried something had happened to you."
Looking at the lively little one, a smile flashed in the old man's eyes.
"I have some personal matters to take care of. I won't leave again."
"why?"
Xiao Wanwan was very puzzled by the old man's behavior.
She just answered a few questions correctly, so why would the old man be so determined to follow her?
The old man understood what Xiao Wanwan meant. He looked at the little kid's bright eyes and suddenly felt like talking to him.
He had been lonely for thousands of years and had never felt this way.
The old man looked up at the sky, with a hint of reminiscence in his expression.
"It's okay to tell you."
The old man paused and continued.
"Many, many years ago, I was just an ordinary kid."
The old man fell into distant memories. That was his luck and also his salvation!
At that time, he was as small as an ant!
He had no father or mother, wandered around alone, and was bullied.
He never knew whether he would live to see the next day's sunrise.
He will never forget that winter was so cold that he wished he could die.
He doesn't know what the meaning of his life is?
He huddled in a dilapidated temple that was leaking air everywhere, and the wild wind and snow came in through the cracks in the temple.
The wind blew on his body, feeling like a knife cutting.
He huddled in the corner, frozen stiff, waiting for death to come.
At this moment, a pleasant fragrance filled his nose. He turned his stiff neck and saw a piece of clothing fluttering in the wind.