"Dad, can you call Qinghu out for me to see?" The barefoot little boy in the courtyard walked quickly to the gate of the house on the bluestone slab.

Taking advantage of the evening night breeze, the man who was wearing a Confucian shirt but with sleeves tied up was helping the woman next to him to sort out the silk threads used in weaving smiled slightly.

His free hand reached out towards the boy.

Rumble.

The cyan flame rose violently in the palm of his hand, and the next moment, the flame converged, turning into a bird that had been cyan, standing on his fingers, the head of the cyan bird turned, and his eyes looked at everything around him smartly, and when he saw the little boy's face, his eyes were full of joy, and he flew directly on the little boy's shoulder.

"Go play, I'm going to help your mother do something. The man smiled and began to sort out the mess of threads in front of him.

And the woman next to her gave a white look at the man, with a haughty posture that you are sensible.

The barefoot boy did not leave as he said, he still stood in place and held the green finch on his shoulder in front of his eyes with his hand, and looked at the finch in front of him with blazing eyes. Qingque was puzzled by the boy's gaze, but still stared at the boy excitedly. But the boy's gaze gradually became confused as time passed, and his brows slowly furrowed.

"Dad, the book says that the four divine gates outline the divine pattern, forming a completed spiritual pattern, and the things that are conjured are all-encompassing. ”

"But whatever is incarnated is the manifestation of the monastic path, not the spiritual wisdom, but the embodiment of the Tao aggregate. ”

"But why do I think Qinghu has his own intelligence?"

The boy asked crisply, and he looked up at the man, his clear eyes full of confusion.

The man in the Confucian shirt was stunned when he heard this, he looked at the boy, then at the woman next to him, and finally smiled apologetically at the woman, and put down the silk thread in his hand in the woman's seemingly fierce but actually hidden smile.

Then the man stretched out his hand to the boy again, and the sparrow felt something, and landed on the man's finger with a slight leap. The man's gaze fell on Qingque's body, and after a long moment, he muttered to himself, "It's not a smart idea, it's just an attempt." ”

"Try, what attempt?" was a bit ambiguous for the boy, and he asked with a frown.

The man didn't answer this question, but instead asked, "Does Ah Lai want to practice?"

"Hmm. The boy nodded without hesitation, but in an instant, he showed a look of distress: "However, my illness has not been cured, and I can't practice yet." ”

"It'll be okay, Dad and Mom will think of a way for you. The man touched the boy's head and whispered in relief. Then he then asked, "Can Ah Lai tell Dad why you want to practice?"

The boy's troubles came and went quickly, and the man's questions made the boy's eyes light up, and he suddenly began to chatter non-stop as if he had opened a chatterbox.

"Because after practicing, you can fly in the sky, you can run faster than anyone else on the ground, and you can also help Daddy and Auntie fight off those bad guys. Cultivation is obviously still a relatively vague concept for boys, and the words he spits out are somewhat nonsensical in the eyes of an adult.

But the man didn't correct the boy's thoughts, he nodded and said, "Everyone probably had the same thoughts as Ah Lai before practicing. Just to chase a better life, or to protect those you want to protect. Of course, these are true, but when the power grows, people's hearts will quietly change. ”

"But I won't, I'll always be my father's little Ah Lai!" the boy interrupted the man's words with a frown.

The man was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled at the boy, he reached out and touched the boy's head, and said with a smile: "Of course, Alai will always be a good boy." ”

The boy who received his father's praise was full of smiles, but the man's words changed at that time: "But not everyone is a good boy like Alai." When a person has enough power, when he can obtain what he wants by such simple means as destruction, suppression, and killing, he will gradually lose his pity for the subordinates, just as we don't care about the ants under our feet, they are so small that if we care about their feelings, we will be troubled ourselves. ”

The boy's face showed a look of confusion, and he stared at the man and asked, "Does Daddy mean that cultivation is a bad thing?"

"Of course not. The man smiled, patiently explaining his confusion to his child.

"Everyone has the right to a better life, and spiritual practice is the most effective way for most people, but ......," the man said with a pause, as if to organize his thoughts so that he could explain them in a way that the child in front of him could understand, "but this is also the source of cholera in the north to some extent. A Saint Realm power can suppress a city with a wave of his hand, and can make the river pour back, and when the power reaches that level, if they are evil, it will be a disaster. ”

"But there are also very good Saint Realm powerhouses. The boy was still confused.

"That's the crux of the matter. The man smiled mysteriously.

"Whether it is a human being, the Eight Great Sages have likes and dislikes. Imagine that there are two holy realms, one is good and the other is evil, the evil one wants to slaughter the city, and the good one wants to stop him from doing evil. If the two of them fight, the mountains and rivers will collapse, the sun and the moon will be gone, and the city will come to the aftermath of the power of this holy realm, even if it is lucky to be saved, it will have to fall countless casualties. From this point of view, whether or not there is a good person in the way, evil will eventually be able to do evil. ”

The boy became more and more confused, and finally he was a little reluctant to dwell on this topic that he didn't quite understand, and he muttered, "But what does this have to do with Qinghu?"

"Of course it does. The man saw his child's impatience, but he was not impatient, and continued to speak slowly: "Because I want to try to change this predicament and death, the root of cultivation is to absorb ideas and make the monk strong enough. But power doesn't have to be used to kill and destroy, you see all the sects in the north, even if they claim to be benevolent Buddhists, most of the exercises they teach are still the methods of defending against the enemy. And I want to try to use my own strength to create a life, and go against the many sects in the northern realm. ”

When the boy heard this, his eyes suddenly showed a look of surprise: "So, is the green tiger the life created by his father?"

The man smiled wryly and shook his head under the boy's expectant eyes: "Not yet." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and the green finch landed on the man's fingertip again, and he looked at the green finch and whispered, "It just has a relatively independent spiritual intelligence, but it is still too far from a real creature." ”

"But it's already very powerful, and Dad can do it alone. The boy didn't care, but looked at his father with admiration.

"Of course it's not a person, and ......," the man said suddenly, his brows furrowed tightly, and at that moment the whole person fell into a kind of stupor.

"Who else? is it Uncle Lu?" the boy didn't notice this, and he continued to ask.

"It's not. The man muttered to himself, "There should be another ...... of one person"

"But who is it?"

"Green Tiger...... Red Python ...... Also, there is a brocade ......"

Dense sweat suddenly began to appear on the man's forehead, and then at his son's exclamation, he fell to the ground suddenly......