Gray clouds obscured the moonlight, leaving the darkness unbright...... A flock of black magpies swept around and shuttled back and forth.

The gray clouds blocked people's vision, revealing countless red and red dots of light, and many black magpies crisscrossed to the top of the eaves, and a black wind blew...... A dark figure is looking at the moon that will be round.

His lips slowly opened: "I haven't obtained the memory key of the Heavenly Dao, the person you are looking for...... Nothing happens!"

Yang Yang has fallen asleep, the old man's eyes have not opened, but his lips have not moved at all, but he sighs: "All the power must be found, and there is not much time left for us......"

Once again, the black wind blew, and it was as if nothing had happened here.

The old man shook his head unintentionally, came to the backyard "Sun Moon Lake", and slowly paddled his fingers at the clear pool, and a crack appeared at the bottom of the water, and the waves of the heavy lake were stacked, and four books were pulled out from the bottom of the pool.

In the early morning of the second day, the old man saw Yang Yang by the ginkgo tree in front of the house, came with vigorous steps, leaned down and said to Yang Yang peacefully, "Why is Yang Yang sitting here alone?"

I didn't know what to say, I looked up at my grandfather, and laughed expectantly: "Grandpa, the story you tell me every night, if only I could be as strong as the characters in the story." ”

The old man was not surprised that this was what a three-year-old child could say, and asked, "What if Yang Yang has it?"

Yang Yang was stunned, he didn't think about what would happen after he had it, because he hadn't gotten it. buttoned his head, and a clever person gave the answer: "If you are strong, you will have more life experience, and you will be happier, hehe"

The old man was also overwhelmed by this answer, moved his feet to the ground, looked at the expectant eyes, gently hugged Yang Yang with both hands, stood above his head, and held it high to the sky, smiling heroically:

"Yangyang, even if the difficulties you encounter in the future are about to fall and make you succumb, you still have to strengthen your unyielding heart, and being strong is the proof of a person's life. All life in this world...... But it's all ...... It's a long way to go, and it's been a stealing life!"

At the moment when the sentence came out, the ginkgo trees around the ground were paved with splendid scenery along the east wind, dazzling gold, and the yellow slope was full of eyes. Leaving the half-bald remnant tree, the dry branches are haggard, decadent and wrinkled, and yellow...... Eccentric melancholy.

Yang Yang stopped a piece of the ginkgo biloba leaf in mid-air with his hand, and asked with a puzzled look, "Why do you say that, grandpa?"

The old man patted Yangyang's head, and slowly threw Yangyang into the sky again and again with a free and easy expression, and put Yangyang into his feelings again and again. Sometimes frowning...... Sometimes it is joy, it is joy...... Or is it sorrowful?

"There is a creature of unknown territory beneath our feet, a creature that is not supposed to belong to this world, and there are also their deployment outside the stars, and they are now preparing to accumulate energy and prepare for it. When they started to climb up from hell and invaded from outside the stars, it was left to the human ...... Only...... Annihilation!! therefore...... Grandpa now puts you on top of his head, as if ...... Sky !!"

Yang Yang sneered, he still couldn't understand the meaning of what he said earlier, but the understanding behind it was...... Holding his stomach in mid-air and laughing: "Grandpa, are you telling me a joke, haha, but it's really cold, the sky and the sky are clearly the same!"

The old man listened to what Yang Yang said seriously, and did not feel much emotion, as if it was expected, he gently put Yang Yang down, leaned on his thigh, and stroked his head:

"Yangyang is going to help grandpa get the fishing rod under the bed, okay?"

The innocent back said one: the word "good". He took a brisk walk and threw the haggard leaves aside, excitedly slammed open the door, and rushed into the room.

There was a mosquito net under the bed, it was pitch black, Yang Yang lay on the ground, lifted the bed net, and could only feel what was inside by touching it with his hands.

A small hand slowly stretches out like darkness, which is vague and unrealistic. As if he had touched some Gaocheng brick, he was at a loss, and he scratched the traces of the palm contact, and felt the hard flat shell, and there was something in the flat shell that was concave in, and he curiously smoothed out the flat shell.

What catches your eye is ......

The gray cover is engraved with wonderful rune marks, and it is not clear what the connected imprints of the runes indicate, but there are two large characters that can be read "Pharmacopoeia"

The other hand moved the "Pharmacopoeia" behind him, and continued to explore curiously, the little hand once again extended into the darkness, and this time it was exactly the same book as just now, the difference was that it was written with the four characters that could be recognized, "Demon Beast New Jane"

Inexplicably, two identical books appeared in turn, "Zhi" and "Qi"

Yang Yang was going to look at the text and ponder, but he put his little hand under the bed again, thinking about taking out more treasures, probing and probing, searching and searching, and took out a three-foot-long wooden stick, wrapped around a black line, and it was flat. In the end, I didn't find any.

The wind is like sand, the dust under the bed, not wandering, different from the clouds.

The jade belt in white clothes is sticky with the ashes, and the body is a piece of it, with cobwebs and dust.

Yang Yang supported his body with the palm of his hand, got up and took off the cobwebs on his clothes, and shook off the dust of his harsh clothes. Skillfully covered the bed net.

With his right hand raised, he stuck the wooden stick diagonally above the jade belt, and walked out holding four books of the same height as himself.

At this time, the old man was looking at the huge ginkgo tree on the cliff behind him that covered half of the sky.

The roots of the ginkgo tree connect the five mountains and valleys, like the palm of the vicissitudes of life, and hold the energy here.

The roots of the hundred-zhang multi-bent tree began to snatch in all directions, and when the strange energy of this space continued to slowly pour into the side of the ginkgo tree, the surrounding roots and vines began to wither and dry up.

There are black magpies shuttling back and forth with gray clouds, and some black magpies are still standing on the rickety branches, and different Xuan Qi ripples are running in the air to find and escape, as if they are afraid of something.

When the old man was talking about what to say with emotion, Yang Yang walked in front of him with four books of the same height as himself.

Sweating profusely, gently swiping along the cheeks, flowing from the forehead to the neck, breathing and panting with a tired sound of "humming".