"According to legend, a long, long time ago, the heavens and the earth were not divided, and the universe was in chaos. After tens of millions of years of evolution, a vague shadow faintly appeared in the place where the chaotic qi was the strongest, and nothing could be seen clearly, only the shadow was vaguely stretched wantonly. ”

Gradually, the shadow grew bigger and bigger, and the figure in the shadow finally became clearer.

I saw that his silver hair danced without wind, his eyebrows were slender like a sword, his phoenix eyes were light without waves, his diamond-shaped pink and white lips were lightly pursed, and his face looked indifferent and ruthless; Look at his slender limbs again, his line and movement are like swimming dragons, and he is extremely chic; Alas, it's a pity ......"

An old tree that has not known that it has been green for hundreds of years of wind and rain is still full of green, and there is a boulder with a diameter of about three zhang wide. At this time, there was an old Taoist priest sitting cross-legged on the boulder, and he was pretending to be holding his gray beard and shaking his head and sighing, and the bun on his head trembled with his movements, as if it could be spread out in the next moment.

Other Taoist priests have dust hanging on their waists, but this old Taoist has a big gourd hanging on his waist, which looks a little nondescript.

"What a pity? You old way, hurry up. ”

"Yes, yes, hurry up, don't whet our appetite."

The villagers, men, women and children under the boulder gathered in a circle, and when they were listening to it, suddenly the old Taoist priest stopped talking and shouted anxiously.

"It's a pity that such a handsome and majestic silver-haired man has no clothes on......" Lao Dao shook his head and sighed.

"Hahaha, you old Taoist, you are talking nonsense, how can the immortals who come out of the chaos of heaven and earth not wear clothes."

The villagers laughed, and then someone said: "Disperse, disperse, this old man is full of nonsense, and I thought he could really tell an interesting mythological story, who knew that it was so vulgar, and the gods could still have no clothes to wear, hahaha, go home and go home, and have to go to the field after dinner." Then, the villagers scattered and all of them were gone.

"Hey, hey, don't go."

Lao Dao saw that no one listened to his story, so he hurriedly greeted everyone, but no one turned back, so he pulled his beard and said to himself: "Obviously, what I said is the truth, the creatures born of chaotic qi have just been born, where do they get the clothes to wear." However, there was a strong chaotic aura that obscured his figure. You uninformed villagers. ”

The more Lao Dao spoke, the more angry he became: "Hmph! I won't tell you anything about it again, ignorance! What ignorance! ”

After that, Lao Dao turned his head and was about to jump off the boulder, but just turned around, he saw a female doll with messy buns hidden behind the old tree under the boulder.

It is said that it is a double bun, but in fact, it is combed with two simple balls, one on each side, which is loose and saggy, and it is about to fall apart, but it is somewhat similar to the old man's loose bun. Wearing a set of shabby cotton clothes, on the delicate left wrist, a touch of ice blue was faintly revealed, and a pair of dark eyes on the dirty little face looked at Lao Dao so quietly, and the eyes were indifferent to his age.

"Oops, it's scared to death, ouch, Lao Dao's little heart is about to jump out." Lao Dao covered his chest as he spoke, and then said, "Little doll, do you still want to listen to Lao Dao's story?" ”

The female doll just stared at him quietly, pursing her lips and not speaking.

"Little doll, don't be afraid, do you want to hear a story? It's okay, just talk to the old way, hehehehe. Lao Dao bent down and smiled more obscenely, looking like a big bad wolf who kidnapped Little Red Riding Hood.

The female doll was still staring at him, not saying a word, and pursing her thin lips tighter.

Lao Dao asked several times, but the female doll never spoke, and Lao Dao couldn't help but be a little impatient: "Isn't this little doll dumb, why don't you say a word?" Forget it, let's go quickly, and continue to look for the obedient disciple I recognized in my dreams. ”

As he spoke, Lao Dao walked to the edge of the boulder, slid down the stone wall and sat directly on the ground, like that, it can't be too funny, no eyes, no eyes.

Then Lao Dao hurriedly looked around, and saw that there was indeed no one around, of course, the little doll had been left behind by Lao Dao, so he hurriedly got up, dusted off his body with his sleeve, and prepared to leave.

"Are you the old man who often appears in my dreams?" Suddenly, there was a childish but emotionless voice behind him.

Lao Dao was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly turned around: "What did you just say?" ”

"You're the old man who often appears in my dreams." This sentence is no longer in doubt, and it seems to have affirmed the identity of Lao Dao.

"That's not right!" Lao Dao glared and blew his beard and said, "You are definitely not!" Female doll, don't fool the old way by relying on your young age, do you think that I dare not clean you up? ”

The old man shook his beard angrily and continued: "Which little doll are you?" Did you see my good boy, he told you, right? Where is he? As he spoke, Lao Dao couldn't help but come directly to the little doll and stare at her vigorously.

There was still no superfluous expression on the little doll's face, but there was a faint trace of contempt in the eyes of staring at Lao Dao, yes, it meant contempt, but unfortunately Lao Dao had been thinking about the whereabouts of his obedient son and did not pay attention.

"In my dreams, I never admitted that you were my master." The female doll said coldly, "This is the ice bracelet you gave me to please me, see for yourself." As she spoke, the doll raised her left hand, revealing the ice-blue bracelet hidden under her shabby sleeve.

Lao Dao's eyes widened more and more, and his finger bracelet kept trembling: "You, you, you, are you really my good disciple?" But isn't my good boy a male doll? And this age is not right, I am much better than you. ”

Lao Dao felt that this thing was too weird, and he needed to drink a sip of wine to suppress his shock. It's a pity that he shook the wine gourd on his waist, there was no sound at all, it was empty, and the old Tao said that he couldn't accept it.

The little girl couldn't help but shake her head, sighed, and thought: What kind of eyes does this old man have, just seeing her short hair at that time, she thinks she is a boy, this look, this IQ is worrying, and I want to accept her as an apprentice, I really don't feel that I am thick-skinned.

There was no way, but the little girl still spoke: "I was on earth when you entered my dream, which is what you think is another world. At that time, I kept my hair short for ease of movement. The other day, the ice bracelet suddenly lit up, and then I was torn unconscious by a powerful suction, and when I woke up, I was like this. ”

The little girl pursed her lips and explained the matter clearly in a few words. Alas, I really dislike this small body, and I finally grew taller, so it's gone, and I have to start all over again. Hey, life is so hard.

"Ah, I see!" After listening to this, Lao Dao stroked his white beard, indicating that he understood.

"It turns out that my good disciple has always been a female doll."

After a pause, Lao Dao suddenly jumped up, "What did you say?" You just said that the Ice Bracelet brought you here? ”

"Yes."

Lao Dao instantly widened his eyes, and kept muttering: "Impossible, impossible, the ice bracelet has been untouched for thousands of years, how, is it, is it?"

It seemed that Lao Dao suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly said to the little girl: "Good boy, tell Master about your birthday." ”