The Immortal Way is Fierce

Chapter 13: How come you are timid when you are close to home? (35)

Three hours later, looking from afar from the flying boat, a huge city appeared in front of everyone. The tall city wall was dozens of feet high, standing thousands of feet high, towering into the clouds. Looking down from above, Humans are as small as rabbits.

There is no way, in the world of cultivation, most cities will withstand attacks from monsters of varying sizes from time to time, so city walls become crucial.

But the most eye-catching thing is that there are flags embroidered with three suns planted everywhere on the city walls, including in the houses in the city. They are everywhere in the city. From a distance, they look like a sea of ​​suns.

Well, yes, those three conspicuous bags in the sky are embroidered on the flag.

In fact, there are such flags in Yunhua City, but the number is dwarfed by those in Yanyang City.

The reason why Yanyang City has this special custom is entirely because in the legend, the great man who pulled the two suns around the Yunhua Star lived in seclusion in Yanyang City.

He felt the kindness and hospitality of the people in Yanyang City, so after the retreat, he used great magic to attract the two suns, so that the people in Yanyang City could get more sun essence to irrigate and strengthen their bodies. Prolong life.

Moreover, there are still relics of that mighty man in the city.

Precisely because he felt that he had made a great contribution to Yunhua Star, Yanyang City was not convinced by Yunhua City for a time, and felt that Yanyang City should be the capital of Yunhua Star.

It was not convenient for Zhang Jingyuan to comment on this, but he just wanted to know, since this powerful man was in retreat, how did he feel that the people of Yanyang City were warm, kind and hospitable?
After getting off the flying boat, Zhang Jingyuan followed Zhao Mingyang and looked with interest at the hometown he had been away from for half an era.

Don't ask why Zhang Jingyuan didn't come back for half an era. If you ask, it's because Yunhuaxing exploded, his family is gone, and he won't be able to come back.

Looking at the old two-story building in front of me, the dilapidated wall tiles were covered with large areas of moss. A piece of glass on the not-wide window was rotten at one corner, and it was barely covered with white paper. stand up.

However, judging by the degree of yellowing of this white paper, it must have been on it for many years, and it may even have been exposed to wind and rain.

At this moment, Zhang Jingyuan's heart was a little complicated, and he even felt a trace of an emotion that he thought he could not have - timidity near home.

In his previous life, after half an era of strong winds and waves, overcoming obstacles and hardships, Zhang Jingyuan originally thought that there would be nothing in this world that could truly touch his Taoist heart and make his heart tremble again.

What's more, this is just his previous life, a short starting point. It only occupies a little space in his life journey, and he has no actual kinship with the hostess of this house. Just a thief who stole her son's body.

Even because of his bad habits, he rarely felt the so-called maternal love and the love between mother and child from this person.

They have not known each other for a long time, there is no blood relationship, and there is not too much nurturing grace. Logically speaking, this person should be just a familiar stranger to him, a familiar stranger hidden deep in his memory, a person he has not known in his previous life for a long, long time. Someone who must be remembered.

Moreover, on the way back, he had already thought about how to face this person, but it was strange that as he stood here, his whole body could not help but tremble slightly, and he could not calm down.

After dozens of breaths, Zhang Jingyuan calmed down, laughed to himself, reached out and pushed the door open, ready to go in.

"Hey, is he still at home?"

Zhang Jingyuan said in surprise after pushing the door, but it didn't open. As for why Zhang Jingyuan thinks so, it involves one of his mother's bad habits. When she usually goes out, she only lightly covers the door instead of closing it completely.

Because she is too lazy to bring the key!

So usually, in Zhang Jingyuan's house, the door is closed, which means there are people in the house. Zhang Jingyuan has encountered this situation many times. After returning, the door of the house is wide open, and then there is no one inside.

Fortunately, although the door to the house was often open, nothing was lost.

Regarding this, Zhang Jingyuan really didn't know whether he should say that the people in Yanyang City were simple and honest and did not pick up things on the road, or that it was because his family was too poor and broken and there was really nothing to steal.

Zhang Jingyuan naturally talked a lot about closing the door, but he promised well, but next time he would still go his own way and do whatever he wanted. He talked too much, so he didn't bother to talk anymore.

Rolling his eyes and taking out the key from his bag, Zhang Jingyuan opened the door and walked into his home that had been away for half an era.

As soon as he walked in, Zhang Jingyuan smelled the smell of fermented and rotten food.

Turning around, he saw, as expected, a rotten apple lying quietly in the trash can. There was a huge layer of dust on the dining table, the traces of footprints on the ground were clearly visible, and various things were scattered in the corners. Various commodity packaging, food bags.

As for the sofa, there are all kinds of sundries piled up. The only thing that looks a bit neat is the socks sitting in a row on the armrest of the sofa. But judging from their quality, they should have been worn.

Although he had already expected the scene in front of him, Zhang Jingyuan still felt like his veins were beating when he saw it with his own eyes.

Is this a fucking place where people still live?
If you didn't know this, you would have thought it was a ghost house that had been abandoned for a hundred years.

cnmlgb, this shabby place can be said to be the worst and lousy house Zhang Jingyuan has ever seen. The most amazing thing is that this dirty place is actually his own home!

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Jingyuan pointed his finger, and a thin stream of spiritual energy spread out from his body. It turned into a breeze and swept away all the dust on the table, the ground, and the room. Then it turned into a big hand and pinched the dust. into a ball.

His big hand made a shooting motion, and the gray ball turned into a beautiful parabola, and was accurately thrown into the trash can outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, the big hand divided into two parts and then divided into four parts, turning into small hands all over the house. They put the unwashed pots and pans in the house into the sink to wash them, and then arranged them in the cupboard. Brooms, mops, and rags also performed their respective duties. ,work hard.

Seeing the room gradually becoming cleaner, Zhang Jingyuan finally let out a sigh of relief.

His move is not considered a Taoist technique. After all, he has not started to practice any technique formally yet. This is just a little trick based on his profound spiritual power manipulation experience in his previous life. Otherwise, he would be spotless with one move. With the addition of the orderly technique, no matter how dirty the place is, it can be restored to like new.

Suddenly, Zhang Jingyuan heard a faint sound of footsteps coming from the top of the building. The sound was like a cat's paw pads tapping gently on the ground. He couldn't help curling his lips.

(End of this chapter)