"How long?" Grandpa Qiao took the medicine over, smeared the medicine on his little grandson and asked again.

Jono said truthfully: "The Demon Sect has more than a hundred young masters. ”

Grandpa Qiao was stunned, and his hands began to tremble. The Demon Sect has more than a hundred young masters, but there can only be one sect master. So how did his grandson, the little grandson who had never heard a word of pampering and heavy words, grow up?

The old man didn't dare to think about it.

Jonoro pulled his grandfather's hand with a wooden face: "Grandpa, I did everything for you in your previous life." I dug the grave, I put the flags, I threw the basins, I burned the paper, I put incense, and I held the urn. Incense, well, I'm dying too early, and the incense hasn't had time to pass down. Such a filial child, grandpa, don't want me. ”

Grandpa Qiao was choked half to death, and suddenly he had nothing to think about - except to beat his grandson. Pulling the eldest child with one hand, he couldn't do it in the end, so he poked the little grandson's head: "Your grandfather and I are still alive in this life, so can you not mention the aftermath of my old man?" ”

Jono nodded obediently: "Okay, don't mention it." "Grandpa, you are so old, you can't break such a trivial matter as life and death, look at your grandson, I have long been accustomed to the contemptuous expression.

Grandpa Qiao wanted to beat his grandson again.

His grandson: "Grandpa, I'm hungry." ”

Grandpa Joe paused and went out to cook.

Qiao Nuo looked at his grandfather's shoulders that had fallen in an instant, pursed his lips, and climbed out of the bed to get dressed.

Grandpa Qiao cooked porridge on the fire, steamed buns and stewed meat were heated on the porridge pot, remembered the whiplash on the little grandson's body, touched two eggs and washed them and threw them into the porridge pot.

Jono squatted on the threshold of the stove and didn't step forward. The grandson is a devil, and no matter how much the grandfather has experienced, no matter how much he has the psychological endurance, he has to digest it well.

As for the digestion results, anyway, grandpa is just a cub for him, and he must be reluctant.

For dinner, the grandparents and grandchildren ate very quietly.

When it was time to go to bed at night, Jono removed his bedding and moved his grandfather's futon to the kangtou.

Grandpa Qiao silently watched his little grandson's movements, feeling very sad. I want to ask my grandson how he lives in that world, but I don't think I need to ask at all, it's just struggling to live.

Qiao Nuo laid out his grandfather's futon, pressed it on the quilt, and said, "Grandpa sleeps on the kang." I have martial arts and am not afraid of freezing. ”

Grandpa Qiao: "......" had a bad premonition.

The next moment, his grandson sat down on the kang, turned his heart to the sky, and said: "Grandpa, you sleep first, I practice the "Taixuan Sutra", and now I have no martial arts on my body, and I always feel that I am weak and will be killed at any time, and I feel so bad." ”

Grandpa Joe clicked his mouth and felt terrible too.

Both grandparents and grandchildren didn't sleep all night.

When he opened his eyes early in the morning, Qiao Nuo exhaled a breath of turbidity, very satisfied: "It's really worthy of the body of the Nine Yin, and it only took one night to reach the first floor." ”

The grandson will die if he doesn't practice martial arts, and he may become a demon if he practices, Grandpa Qiao is old, and he didn't sleep for another night, and when he got up, he was haggard.

Jono silently looked at his grandfather's new gray hair in just one night.

Grandpa Qiao touched the little grandson's face, sighed, and his back, which had always been straight, was rickety, and he walked to the stove to make breakfast for his grandson.

Jono meditated all night, and at this time he only felt that he had inexhaustible strength, and he did not dare to make his grandfather feel bad by the stove, so he ran to the yard and took a broom higher than him to sweep the snow.

I had just swept out a foot-wide path from the door to the gate, and I heard a bang outside, which seemed to be the dull sound of a heavy object hitting the snow, followed by an earth-shattering tiger roar, and then the sound of footsteps moving away quickly.

Jono's eyes lit up with a brush. Grandpa has old wounds on his body, and the winters here are cold and long, so it's the best to use a tiger skin as a mattress.

Qiao Nuo tiptoed to reach the latch of the door, but he couldn't reach it, so he ran back to the house to move the small bench, and said excitedly: "Grandpa, you wait for me to make a tiger skin for you to make a mattress, and the tiger bone is soaked in medicinal wine." ”

Grandpa Qiao grabbed the small bench that his little grandson was already holding in his arms, and was very helpless: "Nuno, now the skin and bones of the tiger are protected, and he will go to prison." “

Jono was stunned for a moment, and remembered that in this era, a lot of meat and skin are protected, and they can't be eaten or worn. And this tiger was once saved by his grandfather, and he would occasionally repay the favor with prey in his mouth.

The point is, the top has already registered.

So disappointed.

There was a moose thrown outside the courtyard gate, lying in the doorway like a hill.

After a while, another tiger roar could be heard in the distance in the woods behind the village.

The roar of the tiger was like a signal, and it wasn't long before the people of the village gathered from all directions, pointing around the moose, all with smiles on their faces.

Jono stood high on the back of the moose and frowned at the villagers who had come over to share their meat, unhappy, and his little eyes were slightly ferocious.

Grandpa Qiao's eyelids jumped, and he took his little grandson down, and he didn't let go of his arms anymore.

The village chief led his two sons to do it himself.

Qiao's family was given a front leg, and the rest of the villagers' family was divided into a small piece, and most of the remaining head was pulled away by the village chief on a sled, which was to be handed over.

The crowd dispersed, and Jono looked at his last moose leg and fell into deep thought.

Then, his eyes fell on the mountains and forests behind the house.

Daxinganling, a lot of meat.