420: Things have changed, I'm waiting for him

Great Yong Continent.

Spring.

Continuous fine rain sprinkled on the ground, making the mountain Village path muddy and impassable.

A young Man carried a beautiful girl on his back, the girl holding up a yellow and white oil-paper umbrella in her hand.

On the quiet road, only the slight sound of falling raindrops added to the noise.

"We're here."

Su Yongchun stood at the head of the road, looking at the small Village in the misty rain in the distance.

"An Ding Village?"

As they approached, Sun Hanliu saw the Village name on the wooden sign outside the Village.

However, this wooden sign was lying on the ground, covered in mud, seemingly not having been repaired for a long time.

And the Village before them was completely a broken, desolate Village!

Seeing some grave mounds in the distance from the Village, Sun Hanliu's grip around Su Yongchun tightened slightly.

"Things have changed, people are gone."

Looking at the desolate Village before him, Su Yongchun stepped on the weeds on the ground and walked towards the house he had once lived in, according to his memory.

The house was still there, but it was more dilapidated and decayed.

Next to it, the medicinal garden where he had spent considerable time was full of pits and hollows, the medicinal herbs having been completely harvested by someone.

"Is this where we're going to live from now on?"

Sun Hanliu got down from Su Yongchun's back and looked at the surrounding desolation with a charming expression.

Su Yongchun nodded slightly: "Let me renovate it."

As he finished speaking, the Man casually beckoned.

The wood from the houses on the ground fell into his hand.

With a light tap of his finger, spiritual patterns, following the deformation and stripping of the wood, transformed into a two-meter-tall humanoid wooden Puppet!

This was Puppet Technique.

Back then, Su Yongchun had also synthesized and added points to Cultivation for these related techniques.

If considering the Realm of Puppet Masters, Su Yongchun could be considered a top-tier Puppet Master.

The wooden Puppet casually conjured before him was an existence comparable to the Casting Platform Realm!

Such an existence, placed in an ordinary sect, would be enough to hold the position of Sect Master or Grand Elder.

However, Su Yongchun planned to use this to help build houses.

With another casual wave, nine more wooden Puppets appeared.

Looking at these fellows before him, Su Yongchun beckoned again, and honest, simple faces were drawn onto them.

From their appearance, these people were no different from normal people!

This was the method of a Skin Painter, an unconventional path of Cultivation in the current World.

"Father is amazing."

Sun Hanliu witnessed all of this, and her gaze towards Su Yongchun held an indescribable emotion.

It was like admiration, and also like affection.

"Go to work."

Clapping his hands, Su Yongchun issued instructions to these Puppets.

The fine rain continued, and a gentle breeze swept by.

Su Yongchun stood before the dozens of grave mounds in front of him, looking at the distant sea, somewhat lost in thought.

Tomb of Bai Zong

Tomb of White Shark

Tomb of Da Wu

...

He figured that after he left, An Ding Village had not escaped that Jie.

But there should still be survivors.

Looking at the paper money and incense in front of the graves, Su Yongchun let out a sigh of frustration.

Just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly heard movement behind him.

Those who came were three generations of a family.

Child, young Man, Old Man.

"Why did you say you followed?

In this rainy weather, you're covered in mud.

When you go back, my mother will definitely scold you."

The young Man walking in front, holding the child's hand, kept muttering non-stop to the White-Haired Old Man bent over behind him.

"Today is the ancestor worship festival, why can't I come?

Do you know the people buried here?

You burn paper for them, do they recognize you?"

The Old Man retorted defiantly.

Hearing this, the young Man looked helpless, feeling it was unreasonable and shaking his head.

It was also at this time.

The few people saw a young Man walking towards them.

The Old Man suddenly froze, his voice trembling: "Chun Ge'er?!"

As soon as he said this, the Old Man realized that the person before him was just a strange young face.

"Old Man, are you calling me?"

Su Yongchun, who had changed his face, felt a slight sense of emotion.

The White-Haired Old Man waved his hand: "Wrong person, wrong person.

Alas, my eyes are failing."

Watching Su Yongchun brush past him, the White-Haired Old Man's gaze couldn't help but follow him into the distance.

"Father, who is Chun Ge'er?

Do you still have old friends you know?"

The young Man felt a bit curious.

"That was a long time ago."

The White-Haired Old Man put his hands behind his back and came before the grave mounds in front of him.

"White Shark, the most powerful Martial Artist in our An Ding Village, you know him, right?"

"You've said that countless times."

The young Man's tone was casual.

"Chun Ge'er was the only physician in our An Ding Village back then.

At that time, White Shark had one foot in the King of Hell's palace twice, but Chun Ge'er pulled him back with his medical skills.

You don't know how amazing he was."

The White-Haired Old Man's tone was full of admiration, his voice filled with praise: "Back then, I called him Chun Ge'er, and he called me Xiao Pangxie.

I used to follow him around all day, playing.

It feels like just yesterday, but I never thought so many years have passed."

"So back then... did he also escape, just like you, Father?"

The young Man lowered his voice when he reached this point.

Regarding that topic, even after several decades, they still didn't dare to speak loudly about it.

The White-Haired Old Man shook his head: "Chun Ge'er had already disappeared before those soldiers came."

"Before he died, the Village Chief grabbed my hand on the ground and said he regretted it, regretted being greedy for Chun Ge'er's Father's pension.

Chun Ge'er must have left An Ding Village because he knew about this."

"But it's also good.

Maybe he just happened to escape the soldiers and survived."

The White-Haired Old Man wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and sighed slightly.

"When I die in the future, bury me here.

It feels peaceful here."

"Father, what kind of disheartening words are you saying?

You're only around fifty, and you're talking about dying or not dying."

The young Man squatted down and took out the things bought for ancestor worship.

At the foot of the mountain.

Even though Su Yongchun wasn't deliberately eavesdropping, the voices of the few people going up the mountain to worship their ancestors still reached his ears.

He felt a slight sense of desolation in his heart.

In this World, besides the System, no one could stay by his side forever.

...

Whale Country.

Imperial Palace.

A Man wearing a Dragon robe was fishing in the Imperial Palace lake.

"Your Majesty, there is news about Su Yongchun."

From the void behind him, an aged voice entered the Man's ears.

"Your Majesty, it's biting, the fish is biting."

Beside him, the waiting Eunuch carefully reminded him at the same time.

The attendants around also looked towards the lake surface.

They saw the fishing float in the lake bobbing up and down, clearly indicating a strong bite.

Everyone originally thought this Emperor would lift the rod and catch the fish.

They could then find opportunities to flatter him and make their presence known.

However, the next moment, in their eyes, the Emperor directly dropped the fishing rod in his hand and suddenly stood up!

The sudden situation made the people around think something had angered this Son of Heaven, so they bent down and immediately knelt on both legs.

However.

The Emperor didn't care about them at all.

He strode past the people before him and left the place.

All the way to the Imperial Palace halls, waving away the surrounding people, Ji San turned his head and said to the person in the void: "Come out."

As he finished speaking, Old Huang's figure, increasingly aged after decades of time's erosion, appeared.

"Your Majesty."

The White-Haired Old Man bowed in greeting.

If there were a powerful expert here, they would be able to discover that this White-Haired Old Man was actually a powerful expert who had stepped into the Sealed Position Realm!

It was very clear.

The teleportation array Su Yongchun had left behind back then had also brought Old Huang immense benefits.

"There's news of Su Brother?!"

Ji San looked at Old Huang, the excitement in his tone hard to conceal.

Old Huang nodded slightly: "His tracks have been found within the borders of Ye Country.

Currently, under the command of that Empress, the entire Ye Country is treating the search for little friend Su as a top priority."

"Your Majesty, should we intervene?

It seems that the Empress of Ye Country is not friendly towards little friend Su."

"Intervene?

Of course, we must intervene!"

Ji San's eyes held a fierce aura: "Have our people in Ye Country take action.

If they truly find Su Brother, kill the Ye Country officials who discovered him at all costs, kill them all!"

"Then should we also launch an operation to search for little friend Su?"

Old Huang continued to ask.

Hearing this question, Ji San paused for a moment.

Then he let out a faint sigh: "No need.

Don't disturb him."

"I will wait for him to come find me in this Imperial Palace.

It's been so many years, a little more time won't make a difference."