Hearing this, Leng Chitong grinned, held the squeaky little hand more and more tightly, bent the index finger of her left hand, hooked the bridge of her delicate and firm nose, and said with a wicked smile: "This is what you said, a word is a certainty!" ”

"Hmm......" Squeak smiled and nodded.

Then, Squeak turned his smart eyes, looking a little unconscious, and looked up at Leng Chitong in confusion, "But, don't everyone say that men should protect women?" ”

Leng Chitong only felt that it was taken for granted, and did not feel that there was anything wrong, and slowly shook his squeaky little hand, and responded lightly: "But I'm not a man, and you're not a woman!" ”

Squeak: "......"

"Squeak, then again, why are you so protective of your grandfather! Look at your excitement! What kind of ecstasy did that strange old man give you! As he spoke, Leng Chitong pouted, as if he didn't understand the squeak.

Although Yue Nantian once generously gifted the "Ancient Artifact Record" to Leng Chitong, for him, although he no longer had the prejudice he had when he first met, he didn't like it.

He always felt that he was chattering, and often made him unpredictable, even though his face was full of kindness, but there was a faint sense of distance.

As soon as Squeak heard Leng Chitong mention this, his face suddenly became gloomy, "Strange old man? That's not a weird old man! Master, can you imagine such a high-ranking grandfather, but when he was young, he was sick? ”

Although Leng Chitong was a little unconvinced, he looked at the squeaky expression and was quite serious, and he didn't know what to judge for a while.

Squeaky thought of Yue Nantian's hard-won life, and thoughtfully leaned over and picked up a few stones on the ground, played with them in his hand for a while, and threw them forward one by one.

"I remember when I was very young, I would often see my grandfather standing alone at the top of 'Optimus Prime', looking ahead, but what appeared in his eyes was a wooden and godless ......"

"Optimus Prime?" Leng Chitong didn't wait for the squeak to speak, and asked suspiciously.

"Didn't you see it when you went to the Yishan Sect? It's the giant stone pillar outside the lobby of the Yishan faction. It is said that it was specially built by the disciples of the Yishan faction under the arrangement of the ten elders, for the grandfather of the head of the family, as a gift for his 100th birthday, and also to commemorate his achievements. Because he has the nickname of 'One Pillar Optimus', he named it 'Optimus Prime'. ”

Squeak added.

Leng Chitong scratched his scalp, recalling that he had indeed seen this thing in the Yishan Sect.

Squeak continued back to her previous narrative, "At that time, I asked Grandpa what he was looking at on it. He said...... He is looking at the rivers and lakes, and he is also sticking to his heart, and he needs three provinces a day to not forget his original intention. ”

"Don't forget your original intention? That's weird old ...... Oh, no, Master Yue, what is his original intention? Although Leng Chitong was a little confused, he became more and more interested in the grandfather in Squeak's mouth.

After speaking, Squeak walked slowly and leisurely, and continued to walk down the mountain with the cold red pupil beside him, telling him all kinds of things about Yue Nantian's life along the way.

More than 130 years ago, in a remote town in Yizhou, Yue Nantian fell to the ground and was born in an extremely chaotic era.

In that chaotic era, there were piles of war books from masters from all walks of life, and what was seen at a glance was a life-and-death duel that could never be resolved, and various sects were also desperately competing for the first position in the rivers and lakes.

The crowd of heroes is strife, and the bloodshed is continuous, and it seems that everywhere has become a ring that can be competed wantonly.

Because the cultivators' various fights were extremely destructive, smashing houses, destroying roads, trampling food, and hurting people's lives, the whole world became like a purgatory, causing innocent people to complain, but they were helpless.

Due to the poverty of Yue Nantian's family, even his mother could not eat enough food when she was pregnant with him.

This also led to Yue Nantian's congenital weakness and lack of essence since the day he was born.

When he was young, he had no father at home, and Yue Nantian was always brought up by his virtuous mother with hard work.

Whenever he had free time, he always asked her mother about his father's whereabouts.

But my mother always said, "There is no victory or defeat in this outside world, and your father is afraid that he will not be able to come back......"

Whenever his mother said this, her eyes were always bleak.

As a result, he gradually did not dare to ask too many questions.

Until he was five years old, he always stood at the door of his house every day with nothing to do, staring into the distance stupidly, silently waiting for his father to return.

It was a heavy dusk, the sky was rolling with a golden red sunset, and Yue Nantian leaned on the dilapidated wooden door of his house as usual, looking out without saying a word.

Suddenly, the sound of chaotic footsteps broke the peace, and several eldest ladies who lived nearby appeared in front of the young Yue Nantian and sent the women they were holding together into the house.

This woman is Yue Nantian's mother!

At that moment, her mouth was covered with blood, her face was as pale as paper, her breathing was slow, and her breath was like a gossamer.

At that time, she was already powerless to speak, just trembling her weak body slightly, staring at Yue Nantian who had long been crying with tears, with endless anxiety and helplessness in her tears, stretching out her little hand that was gradually getting cold and holding the little hand beside the bed weakly.

After she died, she just opened her eyes so unwillingly, stared at the world outside the door, and stopped breathing.

She still can't wait for her husband after all......

Outside the door, some warm-hearted fellow villagers watched endlessly, and they cast sympathetic glances at the children in the house.

Although Yue Nantian was still young at that time, listening to the whispers of everyone, he understood.

My father died in the competition and never came back, and my mother was unable to bear such terrible news, which caused her to vomit blood and die suddenly.

Yue Nantian, who had been guarding his mother's body for most of the day, cried and even dried his tears.

There are well-wishers who want to intervene to help, and he stubbornly pushes everyone away.

He just wanted to be alone with his biological mother for a little longer, and he just wanted to see her off for the last time.

He wants to bury his mother on his own!

At that time, it was early autumn, the night wind was cold, and Yue Nantian, who was like ashes, tried his best to wrap his deceased mother in a futon and tie her firmly with thick hemp rope.

He was going to send his mother to the hillside closest to the town, where everyone was carried and buried when they died.

Poor little Yue Nantian just dragged and dragged all the way, dragged and pushed, when he was tired, he fell to the ground to rest for a while, and when he fell, he got up again and patted the dust on his body, and when he was almost about to faint, he used a stone on the side of the road to cut his thigh and woke himself up in pain.

A mountain road of several kilometers, he stumbled and walked for more than two days.

He was tired and hungry, but he managed to hold on to his breath and dug a man-sized pit for his mother in the mountain land with his bare hands.

Ignoring the bloody condition on his hands, he endured the severe pain and finally dragged his mother into this dirt pit

In this small piece of land, there is a mixture of blood, tears, and bitterness.

When everything was done, he finally couldn't support it anymore and fell headlong......

Yue Nantian, who was already frail and sickly, was able to survive to such a point, all with tenacious faith, which is an incredible miracle.

That night, the cold wind whizzed in his ears, and he was once awakened by the cold, feeling cold to the bone marrow, and the pain was unbearable, but he could not move, and he could not even open his eyes.

As he lay dying, he seemed to feel a figure passing by him.

It's just that he is too tired and feels that his eyelids are too heavy.

Yue Nantian, who was exhausted, just wanted to get some sleep, a deep, long sleep.

He wanted to see his mother's face again in his dreams, and he also wanted to be able to see a world without strife in his dreams...... Eventually, he lost consciousness again.

When he woke up, he didn't know how many days he had slept or where he was, and he looked suspiciously at everything around him.

It was a delicate little bamboo hut, and the wooden tables in it were filled with all kinds of strange bottles and jars, and the air was filled with the smell of decoction, and the surrounding was strangely quiet, and he could only hear the boiling sound of the soup in the boiler.

Just as the young Yue Nantian was in a daze, a strange old man slowly walked in from outside.

He had unkempt hair, gray and gray hair, a stiff back, a thin face, and a pair of big eyes staring directly at Yue Nantian who was sitting on the wooden bed, and his appearance was very terrifying.

Seeing that Yue Nantian's face was full of woodenness, he hooked his hand and motioned for him to get out of bed and go out.

Yue Nantian was strange, he had no fear in his heart, he got out of bed by himself, and quietly followed behind the strange old man who looked terrifying.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, a majestic and steep mountain came into his eyes, incomparably majestic and magnificent, vast and immense.

Yue Nantian, who had always grown up in a remote town, had seen such a scene, and his mouth opened wide in shock, but his face immediately sank.

The strange old man knew that the little one had just lost his mother, so he brought him here to see the beautiful scenery outside the house, in an attempt to make him forget the pain for a while, but he never thought that he still looked stunned.

"I mean, you little guy, isn't this place beautiful?" The strange old man glanced at the young Yue Nantian in confusion.

Yue Nantian shook his head, "No, it's too beautiful here......"

"Then you still have a bitter gourd face?" The puzzled look in the strange old man's eyes added a little more.

Yue Nantian lowered his head, thought for a moment, the tired look in his eyes had not yet subsided, and asked, "Grandpa, there is such a beautiful mountain here, why don't everyone come and see it?" Why do you have to go to the competition? If my dad doesn't go out to compete, my mother won't die......"

As he spoke, he suddenly became sad again.

The strange old man was stunned, and couldn't help but recall the picture of the child burying his mother himself, and he was inexplicably sad.

The child's perseverance really amazed him, and he thought of his strong filial piety to his mother, which made the strange old man like this child from the bottom of his heart.

"Huh! Everyone is busy grabbing the first position in the world, how can anyone be willing to stop and take a look at this beautiful scenery outside the world......" The strange old man's tone faintly revealed a bottomless sadness, obviously dissatisfied with the world.

Yue Nantian blinked his simple little eyes and wondered, "Could it be that no one came out to stop these people?" My mother always said that as long as someone can come out to stop it, the world will be peaceful, and my father can come back. But...... My mother's wish was still disappointed......"

As he spoke, the little Yue Nantian stared up blankly at the boundless sky, as if waiting for a distant and hopeless longing.

He hoped that he would see his mother's wishes come true, that the town he was born in would no longer cry, and that the hills near the town would not be buried with so many young corpses......