Heaven and earth were silent, and a huge black cloud rushed from the west, swallowing the sky and the earth along the way, and instantly shrouded in the sky above the Great Wilderness.

Inky clouds squeezed the sky, hiding the scarlet eyes just now, as if they were about to fall, so depressed that the whole world was silent. The indifferent wind shuttled violently, leaving behind the exclamations of the mountains and forests. The weak little flowers and grasses have already trembled and surrendered to the ground. It is the mountain rain that is coming, and the wind is full of buildings!

Finally, lightning broke out. Lightning bolts rose into the air and soared into the sky, like a sharp sword, cutting through the sky. The shining arc ran down from the clouds to the edge of the sky.

It was as if a white dragon wanted to defeat the demon of darkness and illuminate the entire land, but the darkness did not retreat, and the lightning failed.

Boom, boom!

The dark clouds spit out a dazzling fire, and the thunder resounded, echoing through the mountains for a long time.

Poignant, sad.

Since then, the great wilderness has fallen into a thousand nights.

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The empty mountains are lonely, and the cold moon is like a hook. The cold stars are suspended above the canopy, like a spot of light, like a chess cloth.

The valley in the night is bleak and cold, like a barren next door, but if you look closely, you will find that the ground is full of flowers, trees are verdant, and the whole air is rippling with the fragrance of flowers and plants, and the two fragrances are intertwined, which makes people fascinated.

Suddenly, a baby's cry pierced the lonely valley in the night, and it became a little more angry out of thin air.

At this time, a figure appeared in the sky, and countless flocks of birds flew from the end, and there were thousands of jackdaws, and there was an endless stream.

"Sure enough, it's here!"

With a joyful voice, the figure quickly appeared outside the valley. Just as he was about to enter the valley, he was bounced out by an invisible wall of qi, and a burst of white light flashed, and the figure staggered back two steps.

On closer inspection, it was an old Taoist priest, who was tall and very imposing, but he was wearing a tattered robe, and the robe was only up to his knees, with a pair of big feet in straw sandals, and two thin calves. His hair and beard were disheveled, apparently untrimmed for a long time, covering almost his entire face.

The old Taoist priest was slightly stunned, and looked carefully into the valley, but saw that there was a huge dragon corpse in the valley, lying there like a hill, dripping with blood, dyeing the original white dragon body red, one dragon horn had been broken, and two of the four claws were missing, and blood was pouring out from the two severed limbs like a spring.

The blood seeped into the earth, and a burst of red blood mist evaporated, filling the entire valley, forming an invisible protective shield that sealed the entire valley.

And in the arms of the dragon corpse was a baby crying.

The old Taoist priest tore off a red gourd on his waist, opened the lid of the gourd with a "pop", took a sip, and then pulled up the cuffs and wiped his mouth.

"In the past, in the first blue sky, Biluo sang in the sky, the dragon is the most merciful elf, the most taboo to kill each other, you mutilated your flesh and blood at the expense of degenerating into a demon to protect him for so long is enough. Go ahead, this kid is safe. He looked at the dragon corpse and whispered.

The dragon corpse seemed to understand what he said, and the eyes that had been opened slowly closed, and the flesh and blood were instantly broken, turning from red to black, as if turning into a mass of black charcoal, and when the wind blew, it turned into ashes and scattered everywhere.

The old Taoist priest walked into the valley and gently picked up the baby, but he was still crying just now, but he was very quiet at the moment and fell asleep.

A faint red light emanates from the baby's heart.

"Hehe, our Dao Ye also has a grandson. ”

Back in the village, several old people in the village surrounded him, and an old woman instantly snatched the child from the old Taoist priest's hand.

The old woman looked to be about fifty years old, she was not tall, she was pale, her eyes were quite energetic, she smiled like a shuttle, her round face, and her short gray hair, which looked amiable.

Looking at the chubby little baby who was still asleep, the old woman showed a kind smile, showed a mouthful of scattered teeth, and took out a small square cotton cloth out of nowhere, and carefully wrapped the originally naked baby.

"It's this kid, right? You old thing doesn't know how to find something to cover him, so you're not afraid that he will catch a cold?"

"Old lady Murong, what are you doing! This is Daoye, my grandson!" Zhang Lao Dao was in a hurry, and stretched out his hand to snatch the baby back.

"Phew, shameless, you are a bad old man, you can't even take care of yourself, and you still want to take care of him, and you don't look at your virtue, like being scolded by a grandfather. Mother-in-law Murong dodged Zhang Laodao's big black hands, and then scolded, and covered the baby's ears with her hands while scolding, for fear of waking him up.

Zhang Laodao was said to be red and red, but he didn't dare to refute, ran to the side and spread his hands, sat on the ground, like a defeated rooster, took out the wine gourd and took another sip, and finally whispered a complaint: "It's so hard not to fight with a woman." ”

Granny Murong glared at him fiercely, and the old people around him laughed.

"Old lady Murong, since you have decided to raise this child, let's give him a name first. ”

Following the voice, an old man stood up with a pitch-black cane, he was much older than the others, and it was a face covered with bruises. White flowers' hair is sparse and withered, and the furrow-like wrinkles show the passage of time, and the once strong teeth are a little loose. He walked with a staggering look, as if he was about to fall at any moment, and was dressed in a brown suit with a very old style.

As soon as the old man stood up, the people around him stopped talking and looked at him curiously.

Granny Murong smiled and asked, "Old Man Jun, what name do you say?"

The old man thought for a long time and said, "Just call him a thousand nights, when he was born, the great wilderness was dark for a thousand days." ”

"What's that last name?"

"The surname is Jun!!" Master Jun looked at the baby in Granny Murong's arms, and his originally cloudy eyes seemed to have a glow.

"Jun Qianye?"

Everyone did not have the slightest objection to the decision of the old man Jun to have a baby with his surname, but took it for granted, there was no better surname in this world.

"Good!" everyone said in unison.

"Hahahaha!"

On this day, in a small village, a few lonely old people, and another baby, everyone laughed, laughed, a bald smile stomach hurt, laughing while holding his stomach, shouting: "Hate the immortal Amitabha, the monk has a grandson!

Zhang Laodao picked up a brick and slapped it the back of the monk's head, the brick shattered into powder, and tears flowed from his smiling eyes.

"Yes, yes, yes, this is the cub I picked up, and I'm going to be to death!"

The monk was slapped with a brick by Zhang Laodao, but the laughter did not stop, he still laughed while holding his stomach, and said while laughing: "It hurts, it hurts, haha... You're a dead bull's nose... Ha ha... You... Hahaha, why are you beating me!"

"Hahaha, I don't know, when the atmosphere arrives, I always feel like I have to shoot something to enjoy it. Zhang Laodao burst into tears.

An old man with a brush in his hand thought this scene was very interesting, and kept gesturing with the brush in his hand, occasionally adding two strokes on a blank piece of paper.

"Shen Tuzi, go and slaughter that pig. Mother-in-law Murong smiled.

A burly man turned around and went into the backyard, took out a pig-killing knife, and slaughtered the "big fat pig" that had been raised for many years. ”

The "fat pig" was covered with green scales, its head was like a camel, its feet were like cow's hooves, and its mouth kept spitting mist, which looked abnormal, but it was cut in half by Nashen Tuzi.

This night, the lonely old people ate "pork" and drank wine, and they had no sleep all night.