Father smiled, "I don't want to leave either!" His face darkened as he spoke, "but something terrible happened there, and I was rescued. If it wasn't for her, I would have died a long time ago. Then without you!"

"Something scary happened?" Huang Zelin suddenly interjected: "Do you know what year it was?"

Luo Qingwen said a year.

Mu Xiyun and Gu Qingqiao were both stunned. That year was the year of the battle of Lin Moyuan fifty years ago.

Huang Zelin was also faintly excited at the moment, his white beard was twitched by the sudden heavier breathing and trembled rapidly. "What happened then?"

Luo Qingwen sighed softly: "Grandfather was only ten years old at the time, and that day, an immortal prince came to the village, handsome in white, very handsome. The children in the village were curious, and they all went to see them. Grandfather was a little withdrawn at that time, and the children They didn't like him very much. It just so happened that he had a conflict with a group of little boys that day, and he was beaten by the group of children and dared not go home, so he ran to the big tree outside the village by himself."

The ten-year-old boy cried for a long time in the tree hole, and finally fell asleep tiredly.

In his sleep, there seemed to be a soft ringing of bells in the distance. The sound was very subtle, but it was like a hook, hooking the little boy's heart.

The sleeping child moved, kicked his feet a few times involuntarily, but was unable to move due to the obstruction of the tree hole.

When he finally woke up, it was already dark.

It was then that he saw the beautiful woman.

The woman came from the village with a solemn expression on her face.

The child didn't care, he got out of the tree hole and went to the village, but she was grabbed by her.

"What are you doing?" The little boy tried hard to break free from the woman's hand, but the woman looked weak, but her hands were strong, and she held his wrist like a hoop.

"Don't go in, it's...not safe inside."

How could the child go in to persuade him, kicking and yelling, and after some nonsense, the woman pinched the back of the neck and fainted.

When he woke up, he was in a town a hundred miles away, lying in the home of a poor scholar.

With his back to him, Xiucai was painting on a table, and it was the woman who was painting.

He painted several pictures in a row, all of which were treasured and collected.

Later, it took several days before news came that the village where my grandfather lived had been slaughtered inexplicably.

At that time, the battle of Lin Moyuan was imminent, and everyone was in danger. Things like slaughtering the village were all automatically placed on the account of the Mozu.

Hearing this, Huang Zelin couldn't help but ask again, "Does your mother know what is the name of your grandfather's village?"

"My mother was still young at that time, and my grandfather might have mentioned the name of the village, but she didn't remember it." Although she didn't know why Huang Zelin was excited, seeing his disappointed expression, Luo Qingwen comforted: "Old man, don't Urgent. We went to Yanli Town this time, and although we didn’t get much, we found the person who painted the portrait based on the seal of the portrait.”

The suave local scholar back then has turned into an old man with white hair and beard, but when he talks about the scene in the portrait fifty years ago, the old man still remembers it very clearly.

He clearly remembered that the beautiful woman that day, with a face full of exhaustion and anxiety, brought a child, saying that she was rescued on the way. But she had to leave in a hurry. Seeing that the scholar had a good face, she approached him and asked him to help send the child to the local shantang.

When Xiucai saw the beauty of the woman, the three souls and seven souls had long since floated out of the sky, and they were speechless for a while.

The woman thought he wanted a reward, so she took out the jade and asked him to use the jade to go to the bank in Crescent City in exchange for a lot of silver.

And the fascinated scholar left Yu Jue privately, looking forward to seeing that woman again.

A piece of jade, a portrait, this is everything left by the savior.

Looking for relatives all the way, but in the end only got a place name, Luo Qingwen's heart was extremely lost. She looked at Huang Zelin and said softly, "That scholar said that the mountain village that was slaughtered back then was called Jinxiu Village!"

Chapter 89

As soon as these words came out, Huang Zelin was shocked and sat back in his chair.

Su Yanjun hurriedly stepped forward to support him. Seeing his pale face, he quickly reached out and rubbed his heart for him, inputting a small amount of spiritual power.

"I'm fine," Huang Zelin waved his hand and looked up at Luo Qingwen again. "Is your grandfather's surname Huang? Is it Huang Minze or Huang Minxuan?"

Luo Qingwen covered her mouth in surprise, and after a while she replied, "It's Huang Minxuan."

"Alas," Huang Zelin sighed, tears streaming down his face.

Seeing this scene, Luo Qingwen rushed to Huang Zelin's feet and said in a trembling voice, "Old man, what do you know?"

Huang Zelin opened his eyes and touched the top of the girl's soft hair, "My name is Huang Zelin, your grandfather Huang Minxuan is my brother's son, my nephew."

The room was silent. Everyone present was stunned. Unexpectedly, these two people who have never met before are actually grandchildren who are so closely related by blood!

One is a girl who has traveled thousands of miles and failed to find relatives, and the other is an old man who killed his family in his early years and was alone for a hundred years. Now that he has found a blood relative, why not be excited!

Luo Qingwen burst into tears, Huang Zelin put her in his arms, patted her on the back constantly, and murmured, "Good boy, good boy."

Mu Xiyun glanced at Gu Qingqiao next to him, and saw that he was still staring at the portrait with reddish eyes, so he stepped forward and took the painting from his hand, folded it and placed it on the table. , gently took his hand.

Their hands were clenched under their sleeves, and Gu Qingqiao looked deeply into Mu Xiyuan's eyes, unable to speak for a long time.

After a long while, the grandparents and grandsons cleared up their emotions, and Luo Qingwen turned her attention to Gu Qingqiao again. Before he could speak, Huang Zelin said, "This is a long time ago. He is about the same age as you. I'm afraid I don't know how much." After speaking, he also raised his eyes to look at him.

Gu Qingqiao understood what Huang Zelin meant, stood up, and said to the two of them, "That's true. The person in the portrait is probably the same age as Elder Huang, but Qingqiao really doesn't have an impression. If his parents were there, he might be able to tell the difference. One or two, it's just..."