Chapter 716 Return

Like the five masters, Li Xiaoguan also found that he could not use the slightest vitality, let alone find out the idea of soul.

His face turned pale in an instant. Li Xiaoguan spit out blood, his body suddenly shook, and there seemed to be something quietly dim in his eyes.

More than 500 years ago, when he came out of Yuanjing Village, Li Xiaoguan followed An Bochen on a fairy road. He was confused all the way, but he was also a fool with stupid blessings. He repeatedly saved him from danger. Now he has become the suzerain of the country above 10,000 people under the Liu Dynasty, and his cultivation has also reached Xuanxian.

Five hundred years later, Li Xiaoguan returned to his hometown in order to find An Bochen, who had disappeared for a long time. As soon as he stepped on the land of Yuanjing Village, he was beaten back to his original shape. Five hundred years of cultivation turned into nothing, and his previous achievements were abandoned.

His body was shaky. Li Xiaoguan looked at the bright moon rising on the top of the mountain in the distance, and his heart was like dead ashes and a knife.

"What's the matter, Brother Li? Are you all right?"

The little tiger, a herder, was shocked and quickly ran forward to help Li Xiaoguan, with a concerned face: "Oh no, no, why are you like those five foreigners? Brother Li, don't faint!"

The moon is in the sky, but my hometown is still the same.

Looking at the night, there is no difference from the past, but there are more quiet and distant small villages. Li Xiaoguan only feels that there is a faint trace of wonderful feelings in the bottom of his heart. He has had it before, but it was a child a long time ago.

His expression gradually became calm. Li Xiaoguan breathed a sigh of relief, patted the little tiger, and said with a smile, "I'm fine. By the way, take me to see Bochen quickly... Let's meet Anwazi."

Xiao Huzi looked up and stared at Li Xiaoguan.

"What's the matter, Xiaohu, what are you looking at?" Li Xiaoguan asked.

"Brother Li, you seem to be different from before, very different." Xiaohu said.

"What's the difference?" Li Xiaoguan asked with a smile.

"It's just that the feeling is different. I can't say where it is..." Xiao Huzi scratched his head and said, "But it doesn't matter. This may be what the adults said after staying in the city for a few years."

In the past five hundred years, I have established a sect, preached the children, and led the Yuanjing Sect to open up such a great foundation for the Liu Dynasty. In the eyes of mortals, it turned out that I just went to the city and learned a lot.

Li Xiaoguan raised his chubby face and smiled at the bright moon at the far end of the mountain village.

He finally remembered what the long-lost mood was, but it was the most common carefree when he was a child.

"When you go to the city in a few years, you will be the same as me." Touching Xiaohu's head, Li Xiaoguan smiled and said, "Don't be stunned. Why don't you take me to see Anwazi?"

"Good!" Xiao Huzi was quite happy to hear Li Xiaoguan's words and happily took Li Xiaoguan to the village.

Not far away, Li Xiaoguan had already recalled the road in the village. Unconsciously, he walked to a yard, and his footsteps were nailed to the ground and could no longer move. This yard is probably the largest house in Yuanjing Village. It has beams and tiles, which is also elegant. It is the yard of the Li family, the richest man in the village.

When Li Xiaoguan was hesitating, the door of the courtyard suddenly opened. A woman dressed in silk and satin was looking at Li Xiaoguan in a daze. In a blink of an eye, she began to cry: "Son... You are finally back!"

As she cried, the yard burst into trouble, and the Li family ran out one after another, asking questions around Li Xiaoguan, with a heartfelt happy face. Looking at the mother sobbing in the crowd, and the old father who was comforting him in every way, that is, the famous Li Daguan in Yuanjing Village, Li Xiaoguan's nose suddenly sour, and the long-lost love came to his heart again.

I haven't felt the feelings of mortals for a long time.

Li Xiaoguan stood in the enthusiastic crowd, sometimes feeling very close, sometimes feeling very far away.

At this moment, Li Xiaoguan unconsciously thought of An Bochen.

Bochen, on the day you returned to Yuanjing Village, was it the same as me, so excited and at a loss?

Looking at Li Daguan, who was loudly telling the tenants to kill chickens and sheep, Li Xiaoguan suddenly thought of the Xianfan that An Bochen had talked to him before. At that time, Li Xiaoguan was not enlightened. How could he understand? When he was enlightened, he was already the suzerain of Yuanjing, who was in power. He was exhausted every day and busy with military affairs. How could he think about this?

On the front line of Xianfan, where is the division of Xianfan?

I am a high-level immortal in the eyes of mortals, but at this moment, I am just a mortal returning to my hometown.

Xianfan Xianfan, is the difference really that important?

Li Xiaoguan couldn't continue to think about it, so he was taken into the yard by Li Daguan on his shoulder.

That night, there was another burst of delicious food. He accompanied his parents and said something that he didn't know what to say. Li Xiaoguan quietly walked out of the yard and followed the route in his memory to Anwazi's home.

Before long, Li Xiaoguan came to the newly built tile house.

In his memory, An Wazi's home is very small, as if there is only one and a half huts, but there are three tile houses in front of him. Looking from the outside, it looks spacious and bright.

Could it be that when I left Yuanjing Village and went to the capital, An Wazi didn't follow him. He only stayed in the village... So what has happened over the years? Is it just a dream?

Li Xiaoguan was in a trance. Just as he was wandering in front of the tile house, the door suddenly opened.

"Dad Ann..." Li Xiaoguan looked at the old man who was hiding behind the door and shouted without thinking.

"Alas, it's the young official. I was shocked and thought that another foreigner came to my door and fainted. Father An patted his heart and gasped.

Seeing that Father An went out to greet him with a smile on his face, Li Xiaoguan didn't dare to stand it. He kindly persuaded Father An to go, took a deep breath, and walked over the threshold to the inner room.

Only the third room is left with an oil lamp.

Li Xiaoguan looked through the window paper for a long time. It was not until he was sure that he was sure of the familiar figure that he opened the door and broke in.

"Bochen!"

Li Xiaoguan shouted at the stunned young man in the room.

"You... Are you Li Xiaoguan?" For a long time, the young man who looked like An Bochen said hesitantly, with a trace of panic in his eyes.

"It's me, Bo Chen, how did you become like this?"

Li Xiaoguan not only did not feel any of An Bochen's previous temperament, but also did not find any of the characteristics of An Bochen, except that his skin was a little similar.

This is impossible. Even if it is reincarnation, it will not leave a trace... Where on earth did Bo Chen go?

Li Xiaoguan's eyes were removed from An Bochen and fell on the woman who stood behind the door and hesitated to come in.

"Hong Fu, don't tease me, come back!"

Li Xiaoguan couldn't help shouting and was anxious.

His shout made the woman by the door so scared her eyes straight and her eyes turned red.

"Oh, my God, it's really not..." Li Xiaoguan wanted to cry without tears. He stroked his forehead and sighed, and stamped his feet in a hurry.

Finally at this time, a burst of pleasant laughter came from outside the house, which seemed to echo in the sky and close at hand.

Li Xiaoguan was stunned, and then sat down on the ground like an amnesty, with relaxation and joy in his eyes.