As the wind and snow in the sky grew stronger, fewer and fewer people gathered on the coast.
Only the wife and children, who were full of worry, still stopped at the shore and looked into the distance, searching for the familiar ship in their memory.
The wind and snow came suddenly, leaving people unprepared.
On the day when the snow and wind came, countless fishing boats capsized in the ocean.
I don’t know how many families have lost their pillars.
These.
Most people are probably powerless to change this.
This group of mortals didn't notice.
In the sky, a figure in a long green lotus dress was quietly gazing at the earth and at the group of mortals returning home one after another.
Her gaze lingered longest on the back of the nameless young man in black robe.
"Has he truly lost his memory?" Honglian muttered to herself, "Or is he feigning amnesia? Or is he actively shutting off his past memories, integrating into this mortal world with a brand new heart?"
"In this way, can I realize my own Dao and become a god?"
Honglian was very puzzled by Xue Kong's behavior.
But she was controlled by the immortal demon seed and could not leave Xue Kong. Otherwise, it would be best if she could take this opportunity to leave and escape from Xue Kong's control.
At the same time, she was also curious.
After thousands of years of practice, I could only passively comprehend my own way. Could it be that Xue Kong intended to comprehend his way in just a few years or even a dozen years?
This is easier said than done.
But when she saw Xue Kong's confidence, and not even a hint of negotiation or questioning, she could see how confident Xue Kong was.
"Well, since he's willing to try this, he must have his reasons. Perhaps blending in with this group of mortals will actually help him."
"But what is his way?"
"Killing? No, this is definitely not the way to understand the way of killing."
The Way of Killing.
It must be understood through killing.
If that were the case, perhaps Xue Kong would have entered the ancient forest and killed monsters at will during that time. This method would have been easier to understand.
Honglian's body shook and he teleported to appear in Jinlin City.
Not far from the nameless Xue Kong, he watched as Xue Kong followed Zhong Lao and Ruyi into a not-so-big house.
The house is surrounded by walls on all sides.
The walls are not high, and you can see that the houses in the courtyard are all one-story. Apart from that, there is a large front yard where livestock such as chickens, ducks, geese, and dogs are raised.
The backyard was very spacious, with nothing but a vegetable garden and a well.
"This house was left by my ancestors. Fortunately, there are three or four guest rooms. You can choose one to stay in." Old Zhong brought Wuming into the house and smiled at him.
"I will never forget your life-saving grace, and your taking me in is as heavy as a mountain." Wuming clasped his fists, expressing his gratitude.
"It doesn't matter."
Zhong Laodao said, "Ruyi and I were the only ones living here before. Such a large house seems deserted with so few people. Perhaps it would be more lively with one more person."
"It's just an extra set of dishes and chopsticks. It won't be a problem. You can stay here as long as you want until you find your relatives."
Ruyi had no intention of staying to chat with the two of them.
After entering the yard, he went into the house and I don't know what he was busy with.
Wuming chose a room near the backyard for no particular reason, just because he liked quietness.
There are no chickens, ducks, geese, or dogs in the backyard, and no such noise.
The furnishings in the room are very ordinary.
The tables, chairs and benches were all made of wood, and the only thing in the whole room that was made of a different material was a bronze mirror.
To this.
Wuming is already very satisfied.
His mind was blank and he didn't know who he was.
I don't know where I come from.
I don’t even know if I have any brothers, nephews, uncles, or cousins, or where my parents are.
Do you have a wife and children?
He had forgotten all of this.
He is already grateful to have a place to live now and does not dare to ask for too much, otherwise he would probably end up on the streets.
In the coming winter, the wind and snow have already started.
If he were to wander the streets without food, he would probably die soon.
In the evening, after dinner, Wuming returned to his room.
"The Zhong family is such good people. Not only them, but all the fishermen who helped me are also good people." Wuming muttered to himself with a smile still on his face.
"Mr. Zhong's family isn't well-off. From listening to his conversation with Ruyi on the boat, I imagine they live in extreme poverty, risking their lives fishing to make a living... In the future, I will definitely help them improve their lives."
Wuming was filled with gratitude and had secretly made up his mind not to eat for free here.
As for finding relatives.
Mr. Zhong has already instructed that someone will go look for it, so Wuming doesn't need to worry about it.
Knock knock.
There was a sudden knock on the door.
Wuming's expression changed, and he responded, "Come in."
Ruyi pushed the door open and walked in.
She had a faint smile on her face, holding a set of light grey cloth clothes in her hands, and said, "Father said you were soaked and asked you to change into dry clothes so you don't get sick."
"Thank you." Wuming stepped forward and took the clothes.
"How come you can only say thank you and are so quiet? I guess you were not a talkative person before you lost your memory." Ruyi said with a faint smile.
Wuming looked at her.
This woman was unusually calm, and it seemed that no matter who she was facing, she would always have this expression.
She doesn't argue with anyone, doesn't bicker with anyone, and doesn't fight with anyone. She gives people the feeling that even if she is bullied, she will just smile and let it go.
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