Ten miles of maple forest, a thousand years in a blink of an eye, a thousand years of time, the vicissitudes of life.

The ghost grew up a little more, and followed his father to read and write, and practiced martial arts.

Ning Chen taught all the things he knew to the ghosts, including the art of war, the way of the sword, and the way of being a human being.

A thousand years of time is out of reach for mortals, but for the Great Dao Saints, it is just a snap of a finger.

The life span of the saint is almost endless, although the ghost is not a saint, but it is the only holy fetus in the world, even after a thousand years, the appearance has not changed much, but it has grown up a little.

Just like the age of a four- or five-year-old child in the world, the ghosts and ghosts have also begun to become a little naughty, often playing tricks on the little gourd and some small animals in the ten-mile maple forest, and sometimes, they run out by themselves, and will not come back until sunset.

Ning Chen gave the greatest freedom to the ghosts, just to educate the ghosts and ghosts some principles of human beings, and let the ghosts and ghosts experience the rest of the things.

In the past thousand years, the Golden Horde, which had destroyed Great Xia, also changed dynasties several times, and wars broke out again and again, and peace was always hard to come by.

War and peace have become the eternal reincarnation of the world, and no one can change it again and again.

From a young man to a great saint, the prosperity of the hundred generations that Ning Chen had always hoped to see never came, as long as there were people, the war seemed to never stop.

However, even so, Ning Chen still did not give up, waiting for the arrival of a hundred generations of prosperity.

"Daddy, big fish. ”

At this time, ten miles away from the maple forest, the ghost came running with a fish about the same size as himself in his arms, and his little face was full of excitement, and said.

"Slow down, don't fall. ”

Ning Chen said with a peaceful smile on his face.

"Daddy, let's eat grilled fish at night. ”

The ghost said with a look of anticipation.

"Hmm. ”

Ning Chen nodded and replied softly.

When night fell, in front of the wooden house, a bonfire was lit, and Ning Chen set up a stand on the bonfire to grill fish for the ghosts.

The ghost sat obediently on the sidelines, staring at the big fish on the campfire, and his saliva was about to fall.

At this moment, in front of the bonfire, Ning Chen's expression was slightly condensed, and his eyes looked at the maple forest not far away.

The dark night sky obscured the vision, and in the maple forest, behind a big tree, a little girl in a tattered dress hid timidly, looking longingly ahead, hungry, but did not dare to step forward.

It can be seen that the little girl has not eaten for a long time, her dress and shoes are torn, and she looks very pitiful.

"Ghost, there's a young lady there, she seems to be hungry, can you go and ask her to eat fish together?"

Before the bonfire, Ning Chen opened his mouth and said.

Hearing this, the ghost looked at the maple forest, and when he saw the little girl, he nodded obediently and said, "Okay." ”

With that, the ghost got up and trotted towards the maple forest.

It didn't take long for the ghost to pull the little girl over, and after the little girl saw Ning Chen, she was still a little scared and didn't dare to speak.

Ning Chen was not in a hurry, he just smiled at the little girl, tore off a small piece of fish meat, and handed it to the little girl.

"Eat. ”

The aroma of the fish, wafting in the night breeze, was so tempting that the little girl, who had been hungry for two days, could not resist the temptation of food, took the fish, and stuffed it into her mouth.

"There's no hurry, there's still one here. ”

Ning Chen tore off another piece of fish meat from the bonfire, handed it to the little girl, and said softly.

The little girl took the fish and ate it, tears streaming down her little face.

"My sister doesn't cry. ”

On the side, the ghost stretched out his hand and wiped away the tears on the little girl's face, and said childishly.

The little girl of unknown origin added a touch of change to this quiet night, and every time the little girl finished eating a piece of fish, Ning Chen handed another piece of it, until the little girl shook her head and said no.

The fish that the ghost brought back was very large, and the little girl didn't eat much, and most of the remaining fish was still eaten by the ghost.

The little girl watched as the ghost finished eating a fish about the same size as them, and the look of surprise on her little face could not be concealed.

"Daddy said to eat more when you grow up. ”

The ghost handed the last piece of fish meat in his hand to the little girl and said.

"I can't eat it. ”

The little girl shook her head lightly and said.

When the ghost heard this, he ate the last piece of fish cleanly.

"What's your name?"

After the two of them were full, Ning Chen wiped the oil on their hands for the two of them and asked.

"Butterflies. ”

The little girl replied timidly.

Ning Chen's eyes froze, and he quickly retracted his mind and said, "What about your parents?"

Hearing the former's question, tears flowed from the little girl's eyes again, and she said, "Fighting, dead." ”

Ning Chen was silent, and after a moment, he said, "In the future, you will follow me, are you willing?"

When the butterfly heard this, she was stunned at first, then came back to her senses and nodded vigorously, "Yes." ”

Although the little girl is young, she also understands that in this troubled world, it is impossible for her to live alone, and the benefactor in front of her is willing to take her in, which is equivalent to saving her life.

Ning Chen had a faint smile on his face and didn't say anything more.

In the following days, there was a little girl in the Ten Mile Maple Forest, although she was only four or five years old, she was more sensible than ghosts.

Butterflies know how to be grateful, and they take care of naughty ghosts and ghosts.

The ghost has an older sister who takes care of him, and he is naturally happy, and follows the butterfly like a little tail every day.

In ordinary days, in addition to teaching the two little ones to read and write every day, Ning Chen practiced martial arts and talked about Taoism.

However, in terms of martial arts, Ning Chen's teaching of the two is not the same.

The talent of the ghost is extremely intelligent, and everything can be learned at once, and Ning Chen teaches more.

Comparatively speaking, Butterfly's martial arts talent was much worse, and Ning Chen only taught one martial art.

Knife technique.

The extreme of the sword technique, even Ning Chen himself didn't know, and the only sword god in the world had already fallen.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or what, Butterfly's comprehension of knife techniques is different from ordinary people.

Just seven days before the butterfly's tenth birthday, Ning Chen left the ten-mile maple forest for a day, and when he came back, he brought back a black thing, like stone but not stone, like iron but not iron.

For the next seven days, Ning Chen was very busy every day, and every time the ghost came forward, he would be reprimanded away.

The ghost was very aggrieved, but he didn't bother again.

In the past seven days, Butterfly took care of the ghosts alone, and it took a lot of effort to make the aggrieved little guy happy.

Finally, on the day of the butterfly's tenth birthday, in Ning Chen's hand, a black knife appeared, with a long and narrow blade and a gorgeous handle, like a butterfly, blooming sharply.

When the butterfly saw her birthday gift, the tears in her eyes could not be suppressed, and they fell little by little.

"Sister, I'll take a look. ”

The ghost looked at Yan Dao, his little face was full of envy, and he said expectantly.

Butterfly handed the knife to the ghost and said softly, "The ghost will have it in the future." ”