C10

As soon as the white light appeared in the east, the drizzling rain covered the sky with a layer of mist.

After a while the rain stopped and dripped slowly down the roof, splashing against the early morning green tiles.

He also knocked on the door to wake up Little Fu Village for the rest of the day.

At the east end of the village.

With a creak, Grandpa Zhang pushed open the door to his house. In his other hand was a small wooden stool.

The door was open, and Master Zhang sat in it, taking a pipe and a bag of tobacco from his belt. These were all Grandpa Zhang's treasures.

Grandpa Zhang's family had been living in this village for generations, working in agriculture for a living.

He himself was an honest farmer.

When he was young, he was struggling for the tea rice oil salt. Now that he was old and his child had grown up and become a family, he didn't need to worry about it anymore.

Master Zhang stuffed the tobacco into the pipe tightly. He took out another two flint stones.

"Snap." The smoke began to burn.

He took a long drag and slowly blew out the smoke.

For a moment, the air in front of him was filled with smoke. It was like a floating mist on a distant mountain.

As he grew old, all he could do was drink tea, fish and enjoy the pleasures of the world.

Master Zhang smoked a few more cigarettes. Suddenly, he saw something approaching Little Fu Village from the other side of the road.

He quickly waved the smoke away from his face and stood up, trying to get a better look.

When Master Zhang released the smoke, he saw a white-robed youth riding on a white horse and galloping over.

Master Zhang breathed a sigh of relief and sat down again.

This white-robed youth was Yang Muyun.

At this moment, he saw that they had arrived at the entrance of the village of Lil 'Fu. He pulled on the reins and the white horse began to slow down.

Seeing who it was, Master Zhang said happily, "Little Yang, you're back!"

"Yes, sir." "I'm back." Yang Muyun laughed.

"It's good that you're back. It's good that you're back." Grandpa Zhang also smiled and continued to smoke his cigarette.

"Uncle Zhang, if there's nothing else, I'll be going back first."

"Mm, let's go home first."

"Oh right, Uncle Zhang, cut the smoke." Yang Muyun turned around and said.

"Got it, got it." Grandpa Zhang waved his hand impatiently. "Go on, go on."

Finally, Grandpa Zhang added, "Remember to come to my house for a while when you're free."

"Alright, I'll remember." Yang Muyun slowly entered Little Fortune Village.

To the Great Yu Dynasty, Little Fu Village was only one of the countless villages in the world. It was more likely to be the unremarkable one.

However, to Yang Muyun, this was his home, and this was his home.

That was why he did not hesitate to ride his horse for two days, rushing back here at top speed to his home.

Yang Muyun rode his horse, easily found his way home, and rode away.

Along the way, Yang Muyun saw many villagers, and everyone greeted him warmly.

Yang Muyun also politely returned the greetings. The current him was completely unable to see who Ye Yu was, the martial arts young hero who killed people and exterminated violence and peace.

He looked more like a well-educated, elegant young master who had no enmity with the people around him. The feeling he gave off was completely different.

Because Little Fu Village was his home, the place where he had lived for a long time. The villagers had all given him a lot of care, and could all be said to be his family members.

At this moment, Yang Muyun was completely relaxed, and no longer felt the tension he had in the Windraiser City.

A few days ago, in Windraiser City, he had to guard against ambush, enemy attacks, and some battle in the shadows.

It was as if he was slaughtering the five great sects, but this time, his mission seemed to be much easier.

Compared to before, when he destroyed the "Fifth Level Sect", he had to fight his way out of hundreds of people and gangs surrounding him to barely escape.

That night, he ran like his life depended on it and didn't even dare to blink. It could be said to be extremely dangerous.

This time, the operation was relatively easy and Qian Youdao was considered one of the top experts. If not for his injuries, he would not have easily gotten his way.

When Yang Muyun thought of this, he clenched his fists again, he didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt.

Yang Muyun shook his head and stopped thinking about these things. He immediately relaxed, he felt very tired.

At this moment, he finally saw his home. He immediately rushed over in excitement.

He looked at the simple wooden house in front of him and sighed. He had finally reached home.

Even though the wooden house in front of him had a simple structure and ordinary materials, it was decently decorated, and there was an elegant feeling lingering within it.

Outside the house was a circular fence made of thin logs and bamboo, with a solid wooden door in the middle.

Inside the fence, other than the basic houses, there was also a small vegetable patch, some of which were sprouting vigorously.

Yang Muyun looked at his home, let out a silly smile, got off his horse, and tied it to the fence.

Yang Muyun was about to push open the door and enter when he heard someone call out to him, "Big Brother Mu Yun, you're back?"

Yang Muyun turned around and saw a little boy looking at him with excitement.

This was Uncle Wang's kid from next door. He looked like a tiger, so he named it Little Tiger.

"Xiaohu, how have you been?" Yang Muyun squatted in front of Xiaohu and rubbed his head.

"Sure, but it's just that big brother Mu Yun hasn't played with me for a long time." Little Tiger pouted.

Seeing him act this way, Yang Muyun lightly smiled and said, "Alright, in the future, big brother Mu Yun will play with you more."

"Yay!" Xiao Hu jumped up in excitement when he heard Yang Muyun's words.

He truly had the temperament of a child.

Yang Muyun carried Xiaohu up, "Let's go, let's find Qianqian and play with us."

The Qianqian Yang Muyun spoke of was his sister and his only family.

Yang Muyun's parents died when they were young, and Yang Qianqian had no one to rely on when she was young. The two of them coincidentally met, and the two of them cherished each other.

Over the past ten years, the two had grown up together and supported each other. They shared hardships and hardships with each other, and they called each other brother and sister by their name.

They had lived together for more than ten years. Although they weren't siblings, they were more like siblings.

The feelings between them could no longer be described with words.

When Yang Muyun mentioned his little sister, a brilliant smile emerged on his face.

He had been away from home for so many days, but he didn't know how he took care of himself. When Yang Muyun thought of this, he couldn't wait to open the door.

At this moment, Xiaohu broke free from Yang Muyun's embrace, jumped onto the ground and hastily said, "Big Brother Mu Yun, big sister Qianqian is not here."

"Oh, then where did she go?"

"Big Brother Mu Yun, I'll bring you there."

Xiao Hu revealed a smile, and pulled Yang Muyun's hand, wanting to lead the way.

But at this moment.

"Hu!" Along with the sound of the wind, an object was thrown right at the back of Yang Muyun's head.