Chapter 117:

Yunniang subconsciously reached out to pick up the mushroom, picked it up and skewered it on the bamboo skewers. After skewering several times, she couldn't get it.
Yuan Xiang'er held her cold hand and yelled softly: "Madam."
Only then did Yun Niang raise her head to look at her, and she was stunned for a long time, before Fang said half a word, she was already in tears.
"A Yao...is he alright?"
In Yuan Xianger's mind, Yun Niang is a gentle, wise, and elegant woman who has almost satisfied all of Yuan Xianger's illusions about her mother. She lives very naturally and down-to-earth, full of tenderness and patience with everything in life. Whenever she saw Madam, she always wore a gentle smile. Yuan Xiang'er had hardly seen Yun Niang truly angry or panicked about anything.
Because of such a gentle teacher and mother by her side, Yuan Xianger always felt that she could still be a child, there was a place where she could be coquettish, and a home where she could be lazy, and she could even make herself live and younger.
But when she saw Yun Niang crying, Yuan Xianger almost instantly recovered her adult steadfastness.
"Madam, don't worry, there's me. I will definitely be able to get Master back." She said, holding onto Yun Niang's hand.
Yun Niang quickly calmed down and pressed her eye corners with her veil, "Sorry Xianger, I worried you."
The corner of the cyan silk handkerchief is carefully embroidered with a leisurely little fish.
Every handkerchief, every piece of clothing, has the same fish embroidered on it.
Yuan Xiang'er squatted beside her, telling Yun Niang what she knew.
"Madam, look, although the place in Nanming is a bit far away, it's not that no one has been there. I am going to Kunlun this time to find a way to Nanming. I plan to leave tomorrow. "
Niang Yun felt uneasy: "Where is Nanming? I have never heard of it before. That place must be dangerous, Xianger, you..."
"Master didn't say it back then, probably because I was still young, but now I have grown up and I have the ability to find him." Yuan Xianger shook Yun Niang's hand firmly, giving her the strength to feel at ease, "This is what I always wanted to do. I am sure to do something, and ask my wife to support me."
That night, Yun Niang made an exception and drank a lot of alcohol. She was drunk and held Yuan Xiang'er.
"Xiang'er, how can there be immortal people in this world? It's impossible to do, right? But Ah Yao did it."
"I can only live in any place for 20 years at most, so I have to move. But this time, I really don't want to move. I want to wait for him here, fearing that he won't be able to find us when he comes back."
"A Yao didn't say anything when he left. I knew he must have paid a price that I couldn't accept, so I couldn't tell me, right?"
"I can't let you go. The only thing A Yao tells me is to take care of you. Why am I so confused, I shouldn't agree. I really shouldn't agree."
Yuan Xianger helped her back to the bedroom. "Don't worry, Madam. I have everything."
Settling down for the drunk wife, Yuan Xianger returned to the yard.
Many of the partners were drunk in the yellow campfire. The horns showed their original shape, and most of their tails were wrapped around the eaves. Han Youzhi was coaxing her to drink the hangover soup with the tips of his feet.
Hu Qing's face is wine-like, and her eyes are as silky as she tunes and sings love songs.
The young misogynistic is holding the wine cup without changing his face, while Qingyuan next to him is already drunk, talking nonsense to a roasted suckling pig, "Ahuang, take a look, people What do the apostles of China do? Only you are so fierce to me every day. If you don't bite me, I can also consider releasing your shackles...yoke."
What was exchanged was an impatient roar from the lion locked under the stump.
Yuan Xiang'er brought a large plate of roasted meat and placed it in front of the apostle, untiring his mouth. She was ready to activate the Pisces formation at any time, but the monster who seemed very irritable did not bite her.
"Do you want wine?" Yuan Xianger asked.
"Come on," the monster replied.
Yuan Xianger opened a jar of wine and placed it in front of him.
"How did you become his apostle?" Yuan Xianger looked at the apostle who was drinking and eating meat.
"Can't beat it." The demon who was immersed in eating replied in a muffled voice.
Nan He waited for Yuan Xiang'er in the courtyard. He turned into his body, his gradual hair shining brightly under the moonlight.
"Would you like to come up? I'll take you around." Nan He said.
"Of course!" Yuan Xianger stood up and wiped her hands, and plunged into the large pile of plush.
The silver Sirius galloped in the night, Yuan Xiang'er lay on his back, put her arm around his neck, and buried her entire face in the soft hair. She closed her eyes and felt the speed of flight. The night wind blew, and the cold silver hair brushed her face.
The South River flies high, and the land at night looks vast and deep. The river is like a silver ribbon, winding and paved with occasional lights. It is a town where humans live in groups. The stars in the sky seem to be very close, and the splendid Tianhe seems to be hovering above the sky above the head, as if it can fly all the way to the stars.
"Axiang." Nan He's voice sounded.
"Ok?"
"Don't worry, Axiang, there is still me."
"Okay. Don't worry, I have Nanhe."
Yuan Xianger, who had been exhausted for a long time, fell into a deep sleep on her slightly swaying back. Nan He often said that she felt comfortable and at ease by her side. To her, it was not so.
Yuan Xiang'er listened to the healthy and familiar heartbeat, surrounded by soft hair, and fell into a peaceful sleep.
In the dream, there was a sunny courtyard. Under the sycamore tree, Master Yu looked at her with a smile, while the teacher was hanging out the laundry while she hugged a beautiful Sirius in her arms.
When they set off on the second day, Yun Niang sent them all the way to Qiaotou. When they were parting, she handed Yuan Xiang'er a small black sword.
"This sword is called Yunyou. It was left to me when Ah Yao was leaving. I have carried it with me all these years."
The scabbard was black and dull and unremarkable. But when the short blade was unsheathed, the bone-white sharp blade suddenly brought out an icy sword energy, condensing a water mark in the air. At that moment, it seemed that even time was astringent, and everyone present felt tense because of Ling Ran's murderous aura. Quite a few demons were stimulated to appear semi-beastly.
Yuan Xiang'er declined: "Mother, since it is what Master left for you to protect your body, you can put it away. I have enough Pisces formation here."
Lady Yun bent down and carefully tied the dagger around Yuan Xiang'er's waist, "Since your master gave it to me, that's my thing. Now, this is what I used to protect you from the master, so keep it safe. ."
"Come back earlier, Axiang." Niang Yun straightened up and touched Yuan Xiang'er's hair, "It doesn't matter if I can't find Master...it doesn't matter. There is also a Madam waiting for you at home."
After bidding farewell to Yunniang and everyone, the group headed towards Kunlun Mountain.
"Dao Master Qingyuan, you just left with us, don't you need to explain to your apprentices?" Yuan Xianger asked.
"It's okay, they are actually much more capable than me, and they will go back. In fact, my master is a little higher than them in cultivation, but the other is just a name." Qingyuan rode a lion leisurely, to his own The apprentice is very relieved.
However, at this moment, his apprentices finished socializing with local officials and rescued the townspeople after the disaster. They were still waiting at the ferry crossing in Lianghe Town.
"Brother, Master hasn't returned yet, should we continue to wait, or should we look for it?"
"Wait... wait a minute, Master shouldn't forget us." Xu Ji looked at the billowing river, the miserable wind and rain on his face.
After leaving Queqiu. The situation along the way is suddenly different.
Most of the towns and villages along the river were hit by floods.
Everywhere is decayed, hungry and perish everywhere. The comfortable and prosperous Xanadu Peach Garden can no longer be found. The muddy and icy roads and scrawny victims have stripped the truth and cruelty of the world to the eyes.
Old, weak and young children who have lost their homes beg along the way. Most shops have their doors closed. There are long lines in front of rice shops and oil and salt shops, and the price of rice and other food soars.
Although Yuan Xianger and others wore simple clothes that were easy to move, they were neat and clean, and all of them had extraordinary temperaments. Compared with the ragged refugees on the streets, this team looks a little out of the ordinary. It always attracts the attention of passers-by.
"Xiang'er? Are you... Xianger?" A suspicious voice sounded from behind.
Yuan Xiang'er turned around and saw a woman with a weathered face. The woman carried a boy on her back and two girls in her hands. She took Yuan Xiang'er's arm in surprise and joy.
"Xiang'er, you are Xiang'er? I'm the eldest sister."
When Yuan Xianger left home, her eldest sister Yuan Chunhua was only twelve years old.
More than ten years passed in a flash, and the eldest sister in her early twenties was supposed to be at her age. But now she is leading the three children and her back is bent by life early. She is like a flower that has not had time to bloom, it has withered before it blooms. So suddenly, Yuan Xiang'er didn't connect this haggard-faced woman with her elder sister.
Through the vaguely familiar facial features, Yuan Xiang'er recalled her childhood in this world. Only then did she realize that the seven years of haziness were like a distant dream, which had become blurred in her memory.