In the middle of spring, warm Lake winds blew over Zhenze lake, sweeping the whole Binhu town with warmth.
The willows by the lake are a little bleak, but new branches have been pulled out from the withered and black branches, and green buds are dotted on the newly grown branches.
The long willows are soft and light, hanging low like thousands of green ribbons, dancing in the warm Lake wind.
At this time, on a wharf outside Binhu Town, a number of Zhang Long ships have been neatly arranged on the lake.
On the shore of the lake, a large group of mortals in Binhu town gathered here.
Some of them carry a huge package on their shoulders, some push a one wheeled car, which is full of gifts of large and small bags, and some lead an old yellow cattle, which also salutes like a hill on its back
At this time, on a small mound not far away, an old man stood there trembling.
The old man was dressed in Chinese clothes and looked like a rich man in the secular world, but when he looked carefully, he could feel the unique pressure of monks on the old man.
Next to the old man, a middle-aged man with four layers of Qi stood respectfully.
"Is everyone here?" The old man asked slowly.
After hearing the old man''s question, the middle-aged man quickly arched his hands and replied:
"Father, there are three hundred and sixty-two people who have migrated. All of them have gathered here!"
"Are all the boats ready?"
"It''s all arranged. Just wait for someone from Yangshan!"
"So good!"
The old man then nodded, and then turned his eyes to the crowd not far away. Then he passed the crowd and looked at the lake in the distance. He said with some emotion:
"Which batch is this year?"
"It''s the fourth batch!"
"The fourth batch... It''s better to live a peaceful life!"
The old man whispered and then fell silent again.
……
This old man in Chinese clothes is naturally Shen Huantong, the guard of Binhu town.
But compared with more than ten years ago, he looks older at this time.
In that flood, the old man was also seriously injured and lost more than ten years of life. I''m afraid he doesn''t have many years to live now!
However, now Shen Huantong has been relieved and is not afraid of the approaching death.
Now his only concern is his great grandson of the sanlinggen.
Although his great grandson has three spiritual roots, he still needs someone to help him build a foundation.
But their family had no deep foundation in Yunbifeng. After he sat down, his great grandson lost his only help.
Fortunately, he helped his great grandson get through some relationships many years ago. In addition, his great grandson has become an alchemist, so it will be easier to go in the future.
Now what he hopes most is that the family can take care of his great grandson after he sits down for the sake of his diligence and diligence for more than 40 years!
……
At this time, among the mortals gathered by the lake bank.
A five or six-year-old boy looked at the crowd around him, then pulled the man''s sleeve and asked:
"Dad, where are we going?"
The man leaned down, touched the boy''s head and said with a smile:
"Go to Yangshan!"
"What are you doing in Yangshan?"
"Live a better life!"
"Then..."
Seeing that the boy had to ask questions, the woman on the side quickly took his hand and said with a smile:
"Huan''er, don''t ask your father first. You''ll know then!"
"Oh!"
……
After about half a column of incense, a Dharma ship with psychic fluctuation slowly sailed into the wharf from a distance.
A moment later, five Shen family friars dressed in black national clothes appeared on the dock.
After seeing these five people, hundreds of mortals gathered here and suddenly boiled up.
"Mother, is this the immortal master?"
The boy looked at the five family friars, and his eyes couldn''t help showing a look of longing.
"Well, that''s the immortal master of the family!" The woman''s tone was full of respect.
After hearing the woman''s words, the boy stopped talking, but there was still a strange look in his eyes.
On the other side, when Shen Huantong saw the family friars coming down from the French ship, they quickly swept over the dock.
A man dressed in black ethnic clothes saluted Shen Huan and asked:
"Seventeen uncle, are you ready?"
"It''s all ready, waiting for you!" Shen Huantong said with a smile.
"OK, let all the people get on board!"
The man in black looked at the dark crowd underground and said.
"Good!"
Shen Huantong nodded in response, and then ordered it to the friars around him.
……
In this way, under the guidance of the guard of the town hall, more than 300 Shen mortals gathered on the bank began to board the large ships parked in the wharf in an orderly manner.
In the crowd, the little boy named huan''er followed the middle-aged man and woman and began to walk towards a wooden boat.
Although he didn''t stop, his head kept looking at the direction of the family friars, with a complex look in his eyes, awe, curiosity and worship... Of course, more yearning!
However, before long, he followed his parents into the cabin, and the monks completely disappeared from his sight.
On the dock, when he saw that all his people had boarded the ship, Shen Huantong said to the man in black and the four people behind him:
"It''s up to you all the way!"
"Don''t worry, uncle seventeen. We will escort these people to Yangshan safely!"
Then he turned to look at the four people behind him and said:
"Let''s go, too, and guard one side!"
"Yes!"
……
Half an hour later, dozens of large ships parked on the wharf of Binhu town raised their sails at the same time and sailed towards Yangshan with the help of the fierce southeast wind.
In the cabin of a large ship, the little boy of huan''er sat silently next to his parents, but his eyes still flashed a strange light.
Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and shouted to the middle-aged man with some joy:
"Dad, tell me the story of the flood again!"
"No, I''ve said it countless times!"
Hearing this, the boy''s face couldn''t help showing a disappointed look, and then he looked at his father bitterly.
Seeing the desire in his child''s eyes, he shook his head and smiled:
"Okay, Dad!"
In a short moment, the little boy changed his disappointed look, and a happy smile appeared on his little face.
"It was a flood more than ten years ago. Your father and I were still a hairy boy. I followed your grandfather to the wall of Binhu town to resist the attack of monsters.
That time, the flood was extremely serious. Many monsters gathered outside the city, and there was a crab the size of a hill.
……
In order to protect Binhu Town, the three immortal masters went out to fight with the crab. The battle was really dark.
……
Finally, the master zhujixian on Yunbi peak killed the crab and saved Binhu town! "
The middle-aged man vividly told the story of that year, and his words showed a sense of pride from time to time.
At the same time, the color in the little boy''s eyes became more intense.
Suddenly, a serious expression appeared on the little boy''s face and said:
"Dad, I also want to be an immortal teacher!"
For a moment, the middle-aged man and his wife were stunned and looked up at the little boy.
They didn''t know the idea in the child''s heart, but they didn''t expect him to be so sure this time.
After being slightly stunned, the middle-aged man smiled and praised:
"Huan''er is so ambitious!"
"Dad, mom, what I said is true!"
Seeing that the middle-aged man and his wife didn''t care, the little boy couldn''t help being anxious.
Looking at his child''s serious appearance, the middle-aged man recovered his serious face and said in a deep voice:
"Huan''er, this immortal teacher doesn''t mean that you can be a master if you want to be. You must have spiritual roots!"
"Do I have a spiritual root?" The boy asked anxiously.
"I don''t know your father!" The middle-aged man shook his head and said.
Seeing the disappointed look on the boy''s face again, the woman on the side quickly comforted:
"Huan''er, you are five years old. In another year, you can go up the mountain to test whether there is a Linggen!"
"Really?"
The boy''s face showed a naive smile again and jumped happily in the cabin.
Looking at his son''s excited look, the middle-aged man was silent for a long time before slowly saying:
"Huan''er, if you become an immortal teacher in the future, you must bear the responsibility of an immortal teacher and protect the family well!"
"I remember!"
At this time, none of the three people present knew that the simple words given by the middle-aged man today had become what the boy had been doing all his life!
……
What years are quiet, but someone carries the weight for you!