Five-year-old Xiao Jingyao is very sensible, although the old man is busy late at night, but he is still discovered, sometimes he will take his special little hoe to the field to help the old man shovel grass, although the milk voice, not much work, but the old man still feels a kind of satisfaction. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But every time he would smile kindly, a soft voice came out: "Xiaoyao, you are still young now, the most important thing now is to study hard, grandfather's body is okay, it should be able to support a few more years." ”

Whenever Jing Yao heard this, he would always turn his body to hide the sadness, loneliness, depression, and pain in his heart.

Although the old man was reluctant to let him go to the field, for fear of being stained with mud and being laughed at in the private school, Xiao Jingyao did not go again, but the private school in the village was not far from home, and cooking became his last consolation to his elderly grandfather.

Their family is poor, and they use the stove that Xiao Jingyao is one and a half high, but it is difficult for the little guy who is a big ghost, from a small bench to a big bench, and galloping in the cauldron with a pot and spoon, it really looks a little bit.

The first time he saw the food on the table, the old man was relieved and a little worried, and he lost his temper once rarely, but in the face of the stubborn little Jingyao, he also went.

Since then, almost all the three meals a day at home are in charge of him, and to the old man's surprise, the little guy's cooking skills are amazing, and he often makes some strange dishes, which he has never heard of, but he eats strange fragrance, and can't help but sigh at the talent of the little guy, even if he doesn't go to private school, even if he dies, he doesn't have to worry about the second half of the little guy's life.

Until Jing Yao was able to reach Du Zao, the little fox who had been playing with him that year disappeared unexpectedly, and he searched almost the entire melon orchard and even the town, but he did not find any trace of the little fox, which hit him huge and almost collapsed.

It is said that time is the best antidote to healing the soul. In a blink of an eye, Jing Yao has been in Guayuan Village for two years. He has been spending all these years in a private school, and slowly under a group of innocent and bright smiles, he is not as withdrawn as before, which makes the old man secretly relieved.

The old man has a natural perception of his lifespan, he seems to have expected that he is about to die, the deadline is approaching, and he has no regrets about watching Xiao Jingyao thrive.

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At night, in the old small room with green lights and yellow rolls, there are two small wooden beds and an old small table of eight immortals, which are all their belongings.

The night breeze blew on the papier-mâché windows, making a screeching sound.

An old man was lying on the bed, wheezing and coughing, and his old face was twisted into a ball.

The child was about twelve or thirteen years old, and at this time, there was a deep worry on his face.

Holding a worn-out towel, he kept wiping the sweat stains on the old man's face.

The two are Sedum and Jing Yao.

After all, the old man can't withstand the hard work and the loss of time. At this time, he was already ill and couldn't afford it, and when he saw it, he was about to leave Jingyao alone.

Suddenly, the old man coughed, struggled to support his body, took Jing Yao's hands, and said with some reluctance: "Xiao Yao, don't be busy, let's have a good chat, you were still young before, and grandpa hopes that you will grow up carefree, but now, if I still hide it in my heart, I'm afraid it will be difficult to have a chance to tell in the future."

Jing Yao was stunned, silent, and his heart was like a knife.

There was a loud "boom", and there was a roar of thunder in the sky, and white lightning swept across the sky with teeth and claws, as if the dark night sky was split into several pieces. A moment later, the bean-sized raindrops fell like small stones and hit the eaves with a clattering sound. Later, it poured down.

Jing Yao was inexplicably sad in his heart, and when he looked at the helpless and hesitant face of the old man, two lines of tears swirled in his eyes, and he finally couldn't hold back and wept.

The old man coughed again, grabbed Jing Yao's hand tightly, and tore weakly in his mouth, and said: "Yao'er, I know that I don't have much time left, you must grow up healthy and happy, I'm afraid I can't stay by your side and take care of you."

At this time, the old man's face was already twisted into a ball, and the green tendons on his forehead were hideous and terrifying.

Jing Yao was so grief-stricken that he couldn't bear it anymore, and choked up in panic: "I don't agree, I don't agree...... We have been dependent on each other for many years, how can you be ashamed of me alone, grandfather, are you joking with Yao'er, right?"

It is said that although Xiao Jingyao doesn't like to get along with people very much, but he has great wisdom, even the teachers of the private school often sigh that this child will become a dragon one day, just as the teachers affirmed, Xiao Jingyao often learns things as soon as he learns, and can often draw inferences, and no one has ever handed over medical skills, he can also find out the teacher by himself.

He is afraid of causing a lot of trouble, usually cautious words and deeds, keep silent, this time to see his grandfather fall out of bed, and can not take care of others, to say that the ancient medicine in the silver needle, gold needle he can not afford, but it is not difficult for him, usually pondering, but with the door in front of the purple jade bamboo made a pair of bamboo needles, at this time in turn into the old man's Fengchi acupoint, Zhongguan acupoint, Guan Yuan acupoint, Neiguan acupoint, Yongquan acupoint and many other acupoints, transport the body that seems to be from the ancient scriptures of the Qi to continue to enter the old man's body through the bamboo needle.

The old man's face slowly turned red, and he glanced at Jing Yao with a hint of pity.

Jing Yao's eyes kept on the old man, seeing that his face was a little more blood-red, there was a trace of secret joy in his heart, and the qi in his body continued to enter his body.

The old man sighed and said softly: "Idiot, don't bother, my qi has been broken, I'm afraid there is not much time left, everyone will have this day coming, you have to listen carefully to what I say next, don't interrupt." Actually, I am not your biological grandfather, I don't know who your parents are, I also don't know, back then, I found you on the side of the road, and then took you home, I didn't expect it to be a ...... Ahem, more than ten years have passed, but you don't have to resent them, tigers don't eat children, there are no parents who don't love their children, they must have a last resort to leave you there. cough, cough".

When the old man said this, he couldn't bear it anymore and kept coughing.

However, he still forcibly lifted his last breath in his body and said, "The bed, the notebook on the headstand."

After saying these words intermittently, he couldn't hold on any longer, lowered his hands, and closed his eyes.

Jing Yao was discouraged, opened his mouth, and kept roaring: "Grandfather ......." However, from his throat there was silence, and a voice came out.

He wanted to evoke the dead old man, but the deceased was gone, and the king wanted to be filial but his relatives were not there.

Tears crept up his eyes, and he didn't notice it. Just looked at the old man quietly and quietly, wanting to imprint his image in his mind one by one.

"Boom!" The sound of thunder seemed to crack the night sky and shatter hearts. In the flash of lightning, in the wind and rain, the cold rain flowers danced like demons

This heavy rain seems to be a funeral gift from God to the old man, washing away everything in his previous life.

It was like a dream, and he didn't want to move, he didn't want to walk, he didn't want to wake up, but he woke up.

Flipping open the bedside cabinet, he carefully took out the old man's notebook.

The book is not very thick, but it is densely filled with words. Whispering this notebook, Jing Yao thought of the old man again.

Looking at page by page, he knew that the planet he was on was Ceres, a relatively remote planet.

There are countless large and small empires of Ceres, and what you step on belongs to the Xingluo Empire.

Turning to the last page, the old man said: "After two years of investigation, I finally found out a trace of your life experience. Legend has it that the vast universe, the stars are numerous, the Big Dipper is in the middle, ruling the stars, and the birthmark on your feet is like a mark of the Big Dipper, I think Yao'er you may have something to do with them, no matter what, when you have the ability to protect yourself, you have to look for them.

When you see this, I must be gone, but don't be sad, life is full of sweetness and bitterness, I am just a station for you, there is a beautiful life with you on the road ahead, you must cheer up as soon as possible and find the direction you are heading. ”

Tears flowed mercilessly on the notebook in his hand, and the words on it became more and more blurry and blurred.

On the day when the tears dried, he sat quietly on the big stone in front of the door, and suddenly felt that the secret of the Nine Heavens and Stars that had been obscure in his mind was gradually clear, like Newton being disturbed by the apple on his head, and suddenly realized. There are three great skills in the Nine Heavens Star Formula: the fall of the stars, the collapse of the stars, and the destruction of the stars.

Although they are more powerful as the realm increases. However, they don't have to be used when they reach the realm.

The fall of the stars is the basis of the three great learnings, and in a specific situation, it is necessary to be quasi-weekly (quasi-week-auxiliary week-gathering week-chong week-Xuan week-Lang week-Dou week-chen week) to be cast.

He didn't know why there were so many inexplicable things in his mind, but it must be related to the phoenix mark on his left arm, maybe he didn't know too much, the old man also regarded the Xuanniao mark as a phoenix mark back then, but it was harmless.

The collapse of the stars is a little more difficult, and you need to rush to learn for a week.

The destruction of the stars is the most of the three, and it cannot be touched for less than a week.

Not only that, but there are many inexplicable things in his mind, even a flash of white clothes, often leaving many obscure laws, time, space, and fate, which he doesn't understand very well, but some simple truths are well remembered.

If a monk is a quasi-week, it is not necessarily weaker than a person who is an auxiliary week, and a weapon in hand is often capable of turning the tide, and it is not accidental to attack weakly and kill from a high position.

As the saying goes, if you hit a snake and hit seven inches, as long as the level is not too different and you can break the defense, everything is possible.

Suffering from gains and losses, time is like an arrow, and time is time to cook wine. Three years have passed since Jing Yao finished taking care of the old man's funeral.

Jing Yao is now a sixteen-year-old youth, and for the past three years, he has been accompanying him at the old man's grave, telling him stories and telling him everything about himself, including the path of cultivation he has already embarked on. Jing Yao just hoped that the old man knew that he could protect himself, he had worried enough about him, and he only hoped that the old man could rest in peace.