The huge hot air balloon rose, and Xiao Bolang stood in the bamboo basket under the balloon and looked down, taking in the mountains, rivers and land. His family, relatives and friends, as well as the neighboring villages, shouted and leaped under him, and he waved to the crowd, and the crowd also waved to him eagerly.

Gradually, people became the size of ants, and Shaw Brown raised his head and looked up at the sky, the sun, moon and stars, never so close. The hot air balloon carried him through the clouds and fog through the stars, and the light reflected on his face as soft as spring rain.

There was a wonderful fairy music in the sky, and Xiao Bolang raised his head, and the sound of music came from behind a cloud of sunset. The hot air balloon carried him through the glow, and then he saw the rows of Qionglou Yuyu.

These splendid buildings were shrouded in clouds and mist, and the rockeries and trees were arranged in between, and Xiao Bolang was vaguely familiar with them, and felt as if he had seen such an arrangement somewhere. The balloon came to rest on a flat ground, and Shaw Brown stepped down, and in a short time passed through the palace to the place where the fairy music came from.

This is a large hall, the feet are all red gold floor tiles, and the white jade carved pillars that support the main hall are all on the steps, and they are also embedded with pearls and jade. Xiao Bolang was stunned for a moment, and then he heard someone calling: "The Emperor of Heaven has summoned Xiao Bolang to meet him!" ”

Xiao Bolang only felt that he was in a trance, he stepped up the steps, entered the hall, and everywhere he entered, there were all gods and fairies, and on the highest throne, there was a person with his back to him, and when he approached, the man suddenly turned around: "How is it?" ”

Why does this person's face look so much like Zhao Heju, the little owner of Yuzhang Villa?

Xiao Bolang thought in his heart, everything changed in front of him, and all the gods and immortals asked him loudly, "How is it", but the tone was the same as when Zhao Heju asked him. Xiao Bolang shook his head with a wry smile, and when he looked around carefully, he found himself lying on the bed, and what came into his eyes was darkness.

Through the moonlight from the window paper, he could vaguely see his wife's sleeping face. Xiao Bolang sighed and muttered, "It was a dream......"

When he awoke from his dream, he could no longer sleep, and lay there staring at the roof with his eyes wide open. What he saw last night really made him happy and surprised, happy that there was really a way to send people to the sky, and what surprised him was that Zhao Heju, who was just a seven-year-old child, where did he learn about this!

"Could it be that there are really people in this world who know it?" He muttered in his heart, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Some grease-soaked rags and rotten paper, a ball sewn of satin, a basket made of a crappy carpenter, that Zhao and Ju, these things alone can send people to heaven......

The paper in his study, the thing he called a submarine, the thing that resembled a paper kite, and the thick stack of things that he would have time to see in the future. Can these things really be made?

And he also knows the art of seeking one, and he can make that kind of charcoal...... Is this a seven-year-old child really omniscient?

The more he thought about it, the more curious Xiao Bolang felt, and his heart was tickled like a group of rats. He tossed and turned on the bed, releasing some of the heat in the bed, and the wife next to him held him down in a daze: "It's good to sleep, what are you doing tossing and turning?" ”

Xiao Bolang was stunned and grabbed his wife's hand: "Are you awake?" ”

His wife responded to him with only a few murmurs, Xiao Bolang smiled dumbly, tucked the quilt for his wife, and stopped moving.

Although he no longer tosses and turns, he has never fallen asleep, and he always feels that there is something hanging in his heart.

After the rooster sang three times, he got up and dressed, washed up a little, and went out. His wife was accustomed to him being so fascinated, and knew that he would not be doing this for other women, so she did not worry much, but followed him and called him to eat, and he left without knowing what to reply.

When Xiao Bolang appeared in front of the gate of Yuzhang Villa again, he happened to meet Zhao Youju and the children running back in the morning, and saw him from a distance, Zhao and Ju didn't talk, just smiled, and entered the village.

Xiao Bolang led the donkey and looked at the children in amazement. When the hot air balloon was raised yesterday, these children were also there, and one of them, a black and skinny boy, let out an earth-shattering scream. Xiao Bolang also heard from his neighbors about this strange problem in Yuzhang Villa, where a group of children ran outside every morning, almost rain or shine, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he deeply felt the strangeness.

The group of children, one by one, walked past him with their heads held high, and none of them looked left and right, and none of them exchanged their heads and ears. Xiao Bolang has seen some of the world, even the elite of the Great Song Forbidden Army, and he has never been so disciplined.

If these children are ten years older......

Xiao Bolang suddenly didn't dare to think about it, he comforted himself in his heart, but it was just twenty or thirty children, the little master of the Zhao family was smart, looking for it to pass the time, where could there be any bad intentions?

Thinking of Zhao Heju's whimsical ideas, Xiao Bolang's heart became eager again, he came to the gatehouse, and saw that the Zhao Zi he knew was there, don't arch his hand slightly: "Little brother, please." ”

Zhao Zi said that when he saw his serious appearance, he also replied with a solemn face: "Don't dare, what does Xiao Xiucai command." ”

"Please let the little brother speak for me, and Xiao Bolang, a student in my hometown, will ask to see me."

Saving himself was his word, because he was formally asking to see him, so he also reported his own word. Zhao Ziyue was slightly stunned when he heard this, and Zhao Heju had instructed him, so he led the way for Xiao Bolang: "Da Lang has an order, if Xiao Xiucai asks to see him, please come with the little one." ”

Xiao Bolang was led to Zhao and Ju's study again, this time, Zhao and Ju sat in it, saw him coming, and said with a smile: "Xiao Xuexue came early, he must still have an empty stomach, why don't you have breakfast with me?" ”

Xiao Bolang's face was slightly red, and he said busily: "The meal is small, but the students came this time, but they have something to ask for." ”

His tone made Zhao Heju stunned: "What's the matter with Xiao Xuexue, but it depends on my mill?" ”

"It's not ......" Xiao Bolang hesitated slightly, and finally mustered up his courage: "It's not a secret, I saw Dalang's methods yesterday, and the students were shocked by their magic skills, and today they are here for apprenticeship!" ”

When he said this, although Zhao Zi said that he was cautious, he couldn't help but exclaim, with a strange smile on his face.

Although Xiao Bolang is not very old, he is also nearly thirty years old, but Zhao Youju is only eight years old, and the thirty-year-old Xiucai wants to worship an eight-year-old child as a teacher, and it is a joke everywhere.

But Xiao Bolang himself was not a joke, he straightened his sleeves, and actually knelt down for Zhao Heju and bowed three times. After the salute, he took out the apprenticeship slip and the red envelope from his bosom, held them high, and held them above his head.

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