After the Nangong Lin incident, Yi Xian's original worldview was completely renovated, from a self-denying and positive young man to a god-like person.

"Even if he was killed by those things, it's none of my business?" Li Moyi's tone was a little impatient, knocking on the door early in the morning just for this matter?

"Why don't you go and take a look......" Yi Xian said embarrassedly, "It's a good deal."

"his mother's business, you didn't see that last night? I almost beat him up?" Li Moyi retorted angrily, didn't he fail to persuade them last night, but what was the result?

Who believes this? Who listened?

No wonder the old man often said that good words are difficult to persuade damned people, he estimated that Chen Ao's death was doomed, not a so-called accident.

Since this is fate, what can Li Moyi do? Will he interfere in the Wheel of Fortune? That's impossible!

Hehe, Li Moyi is a person who respects the destiny of heaven, how to arrange his destiny and how to listen to it, first of all, he must be clear that he is not the kind of person who is narrow-minded and holds a grudge, right?

Besides, the sun had risen outside the window, and the day was almost up.

After the previous few crossing experiences, Li Moyi almost figured out the so-called "rules", and in a few hours, he had to "leave". He couldn't control it. I don't want to care.

"The old man of Chen Ao's family is rich. Or ......" Yi Xian wanted to use the money to lure Li Moyi, but he was obviously wrong, others could mention money to him, and Chen Ao's kid raised money with him, no.

"To say something that doesn't matter, Chen Ao's murder is not a so-called accident, it is the kid's report, so the door is closed." Li Mo didn't wait for Yi Xian to answer, closed the door without saying a word, leaned on the pillow, yawned and got into the quilt again.

Looking at the antique ceiling, Li Mo gradually lost his sleepiness.

Maybe it's the storyteller, maybe it's Yue'er, maybe it's Chen Ao's death, or maybe it's Li Moyi's illness and becoming self-pitying like Lin Daiyu.

But the fact is that as long as Li Mo thinks of the old man's past, he can't stop crying.

He silently closed his eyes, and his brain involuntarily turned on the memory mode, a mode that he didn't like very much, all of which were recalling things that he didn't want to recall.

The old man left a year ago, but a year has passed, and in his old mansion, Li Moyi is still not used to living alone.

Is it dependent or not independent enough? He couldn't say it, because he felt bad at the thought of the old man.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his grandfather's appearance became clearer and clearer.

"You idiot little soldier bean, really idiot to the peak, you take the first step?" The old man used to tell the old man and the old lady that he would ask Li Moyi to play chess together, because he liked to play chess, and he usually couldn't find outsiders and could only find Li Moyi to accompany him, of course, Li Moyi was a bad chess player.

(Dialect, little soldier bean, meaning child)

"Grandpa, you reincarnated so quickly......" Li Mo rubbed his eyes, but he couldn't stop the tears no matter how he rubbed them, so he could only let them flow, he knew that it was embarrassing, but he ...... I can't help it......

According to the old man, Li Moyi was picked up by his father and him, and when he picked it up, it was really a roar of gongs and drums and firecrackers, and there was a joyful atmosphere, and the old and young people in the mountain villages of Jeonbuk came to congratulate his old man in person.

Of course, this is purely bragging, and the real only thing is the first sentence, Li Moyi was picked up.

More than 20 years ago, Li Moyi was picked up by the old man and his father. In the woods on the north hill of Beishan Village, he was wrapped in a few pieces of rotten cotton cloth, and he was almost too cold to breathe.

Beishan has always been a mass grave for children in Beishan Village.

It was a cold winter day, and the temperature was around freezing. As a baby, Li Moyi lived in the wild for three hours. It was then that he met the old man and his father and saved him.

What does that mean? Love to fight will live.

"Your father and mother are not a thing, they threw their children out in the coldest part of winter, and his ancestors' were still left in the barren mountains and wilderness, if it weren't for grandpa, your kid would have left long ago." The old man would repeat this to him every time he finished drinking. At first, Li Moyi was very angry. After all, who can not be angry when he encounters such inhumane parents, but he gets used to it after a long time.

He didn't care, because the old man was with him.

For as long as I can remember, the main theme of my grandfather's life has always been three, storytelling, playing chess, and chattering.

Li Moyi only understood at this time, why did he remember those special words at a glance?

(Special words, sentences with special meanings, the meaning of spells, all later referred to as spells are special words)

The answer is simple.

In Beishan Village, he has no computers, no games, no KTV, no bars, no clubs and billiards rooms.

There are winter and summer vacations in school, and grandpa's mouth is not divided into winter and summer vacations, not even weekends.

Every day in addition to going to school is to play all over the mountains, in addition to playing is to listen to grandpa chatter, children's brains are very bright, after so many years of exposure to the ears and eyes, if you can't learn something is really stupid.

Li Mo looked at it for a day, although he didn't dare to say that he was proficient in all the special words in "The Records of Yin and Netherworld", but he definitely remembered five or six tenths of the special words of the three major gates.

Speaking of which, there will be a lot of people who think he is bragging.

A person in his twenties who memorizes five or six out of ten of the special words after just one day of reading? Then you can't go to heaven after a few more days?

I guess many people think this way, but the truth is completely different.

The depth of their profession is not measured by how many special words they remember, but by the depth of their thoughts.

Li Moyi memorized a lot of special words, but it didn't mean that he was profound, because he learned these things by rote, and he could memorize them as a person.

The ideological realm is the only criterion for measuring the depth of Taoism.

Such as the ancient "self-cultivation of the same nature", "enlightenment becomes its truth", "flow into the avenue".

In fact, the old man is not much different from the special words he remembers, but the old man has three advantages over him.

First, the level of psychology and state of mind, second, the experience of doing things, and third, the proficiency of each special language.

The most powerful person in this industry in ancient times, Li II, he is not an immortal, and the so-called Taoism is not passed down by him, but later generations have respected him as one of the three truths, why is this?

It's very simple, because his ideological realm has reached a level that ordinary people can't reach.