I have a pact with the saint

Chapter 17 Once
"Master, you should not walk around now, you should find a secluded place to recuperate."

Tang Hao advises that Zhikong's internal injury is not serious, and he used force just now, and the internal injury recurred, obviously the internal injury has aggravated.

Zhikong smiled: "No problem, little monk, thank you little benefactor, I don't know the name of little benefactor?"

"Oh, next to Tang Hao, this is my wife, Lian'er." Tang Hao said lightly, pointing to Lian'er at the side to introduce.

Zhikong showed surprise on his face, and suddenly put his hands together and bowed slightly: "It turns out that it is Tang Hao, the young hero who exterminates demons that is widely rumored in the world today. You are polite, the benefactor has done a good deed for the martial arts and the people. I wish to pray for you every day." Recite the scriptures a hundred times and bless the benefactor."

Tang Hao shook his hands again and again, and said with a smile: "Master, I am serious. I am a member of the imperial court. The demon sect has been rampant for decades. It is also my duty to get rid of the demon sect. I can't act like a master."

"Why should the benefactor be modest? He is the leader of the younger generation in the martial arts world by himself, and he is the leader of the younger generation in the martial arts world. The monk thinks that the two heroes of the north and the south, who are now in the limelight, are a bit inferior in front of the benefactor. I am afraid that there is only one from the Jade Maiden Palace." Only the new generation of saintesses can be compared with the donors."

Tang Hao didn't know how to respond to Zhikong's remarks, so he could only smile awkwardly: "How can I respond to what the master said."

"Benefactor, you are the real gentleman if you do your part." Zhikong smiled slightly.

Tang Hao chuckled: "Master's words are reasonable, I wonder what the master's plan is next?"

"Hey, let's rest for a while, the wicked little monk who hurt the little monk still needs to ask him to reason." Zhikong sighed, there was an aura of reluctance in his words, Tang Hao couldn't help but feel that the monk is not really a monk. There is also a strong desire to win.

"In that case, I won't be with the master anymore, there are still things to deal with." Tang Hao clasped his fists slightly and bowed, Lian'er came to the side and gave a slight signal, Zhikong smiled lightly and clasped his hands together: "Please benefactor."

In this way, Tang Hao and Lianer bid farewell. This trip Tang Hao is wandering the rivers and lakes. He is willing to help with the four evils in the rivers and mountains, but he is not in a hurry. His first priority now is to return to Xujia Village to pay homage to his ancestors .

In Tang Hao's heart, Xujia Village is his root, and everyone there is his relatives and elders. You Ran remembers those smiling faces in his mind. If it weren't for them, he wouldn't be where he is today. Already starved to death.

The next day, in the early morning hours, the former Xujia Village, now the ghost land, was completely deserted and uninhabited for ten miles around.

Tang Hao took Lian'er with him, carrying the objects to worship the ancestors, and slowly walked into a village that no one had approached for more than ten years, a Xujia Village that had disappeared.

"Look, my lord, someone erected a tombstone." Lian'er suddenly pointed forward, Tang Hao woke up from the memory, and hurried forward, looking at the graves and tombstones all over the ground, he counted no more, no less, exactly 150.

There were only 150 people in Xujia Village back then. Tang Hao's hands trembled slightly, and he shed tears looking at these tombs. With a "plop", Tang Hao knelt on his knees and kowtowed three times to one of the 150 tombs.

"Ahao is back, are you... all right?"

The wind blows gently, and the memories emerge little by little. Those beautiful things have never been forgotten, and those faces are still in my mind. , slowly playing back in Tang Hao's mind at this moment.

"My lord, don't be sad, I believe they didn't blame you, they love you." Lian'er knelt down together with Tang Hao, she gently hugged Tang Hao's sobbing body, softly comforted, and understood the son In the past, Lian'er knew that the son had a hard time these years.

So Lian'er doesn't expect anything extravagantly, she just wants to be with the young master, to be able to accompany the young master for the rest of her life, to see him happy and to be happy herself, and when the young master is happy, she is also happy.

Tang Hao rested his head on the ground and didn't get up. He couldn't control his emotions and tears. He felt guilty for 12 years. He didn't live happily in these 12 years. No one knows the pain in his heart?
An hour passed before Tang Hao gradually calmed down. He got up and looked at everything around him. It had become dilapidated. The place was overgrown with weeds, and it seemed to be in ruins. If you didn't take a closer look, who would know that there were 150 tombs in it? .

"Who erected the tomb here, Young Master?" Lian'er asked.

Tang Hao exhaled and said, "It should be Ying'er. There should be no one else but her. I didn't have time to do these back then, so I guess she was the only one."

"It's sister Ying'er, is sister Ying'er still thinking about your son?" Lian'er asked again.

Tang Hao shook his head slightly: "I don't know, Ying'er was only seven years old back then, although she is not young, but after 12 years, I think I have forgotten about me."

Thinking that Yinger might have forgotten himself, Tang Hao couldn't help but feel pain in his heart. He loves Yinger so much, and he is willing to take care of Yinger. So he would rather Ying'er live a life of food and clothing with others, than she would have a life of worrying about the next meal with him.

Lian'er walked behind Tang Hao and hugged him gently: "Young master, don't worry, Sister Ying'er will definitely not forget you, you have to believe in the love between you, time will not dilute."

Tang Hao grabbed Lian'er's little hand and said, "Maybe."

12 years, such a long time is enough to dilute everything, not to mention that it is a childhood memory, who will remember things in childhood.

Memories are sad, which only increases troubles, but we can't control ourselves. Sometimes we can't help but think of some pictures we don't want to think of, and there are people.

But so what?
Isn't it a mess of crying every time, is it self-inflicted?
No, that is the most sincere thought in your heart, you want to recall, you just resist, but the more you resist, the clearer those memories become, as clear as if it just happened yesterday, bit by bit, the details of the past, all emerge in your mind .

Yes, everyone can't let go of those past feelings. These are indispensable in the years of growing up. It is a good medicine to urge us to grow up, and it may also be indispensable to retain the childlike innocence.

Everyone has their own memories, which cannot be copied.

Tang Hao's memories may be sad, but there are also happiness and joy, and it is more about her who he misses every day.

"Ying'er, where are you? Brother is back, do you know?"

In Qingbin City, in the middle of the night, the beautiful woman fell asleep soundly, with a slight smile on her red lips, extremely cute.

"Brother, are you waiting for me?"

"Yes."

"Ying'er misses you so much, misses you every day, don't leave Ying'er anymore."

"Brother knows, I miss Ying'er very much, and I will never leave in the future."

(End of this chapter)