This time, I walked unusually easily, what the hell is weird? I didn't pay attention to them. Because I am still followed by my grandfather, who is known as a Baidu person with a light in the sky, wherever he goes, there is light, and there is no place where he can't get out.

Not to mention the Baidu people, just say that when I was young, when I was not very sensible, because my grandfather changed careers and opened a paper shop, there were many unclean things at home, what lonely ghosts, ghosts in the underworld, and finally grandpa came forward to send them away.

Of course, now that I'm grown up, I naturally won't believe all my grandfather's nonsense after going to college, as for the truth or falsehood of this, how much water is there? That's only Grandpa who knows.

"Huh?" As I walked, I stopped in wonder, and looked at the light and bulging ground in front of me that was vacated by the dead grass and was stunned.

I've seen it before, and I've stepped on it, and a thin footprint of my shoes has been printed, and now I've come across it again, could it be ...... Ghost hitting the wall?

Just when I was puzzled and guessing, the grandfather on the side clasped his hands around his chest and smiled at me for a while, obviously with other meanings, "Hehe... Ichimoru, did you find something wrong? ”

I nodded blankly, and said in my heart, Grandpa, how do you know? But it's not appropriate to think about it again, because grandpa's laughter obviously has a hint of sarcasm in underestimating me. I hurriedly said, "Grandpa, are you doing a ghost?" ”

Grandpa listened, and wanted to knock me on the head again, but his hand reached halfway and took it back, he first looked up at the dark night, then took out the big cigarette pouch in his arms and lit it, and took a few big puffs fiercely. I could vaguely see the flames in the big cigarette pit in my grandfather's hand, and sparks were sparkling out.

Could it really be that you have encountered a ghost hitting the wall?

I watched my grandfather smoke his cigarette pouch vigorously, and then I realized how ridiculous what I had just said, no wonder my grandfather wanted to knock me on the brain. But if this is really a ghost hitting the wall, a few puffs of smoke can't solve the problem, right? At most, it plays a refreshing role, and when I think of this, I can't help but want to take a few puffs to refresh and suppress the shock.

"Hmph, this ghost array can still be broken, not to mention that you are making trouble."

Grandpa shouted, it seemed that he was exerting force, and it seemed that he was deliberately saying it to someone, in short, it was definitely not me, so who could that person be?

Just when I was suspicious, the cigarette stick in my grandfather's hand shook off suddenly, and the tiny red sparks in the cigarette holder scattered in all directions and scattered in the air, and before they could fall to the ground, grandpa's hands like dry wood flew up and down, shooting the spark bullets scattered in the air around, and finally scattered and fell in the dead grass and grass, igniting dozens of small fires.

The autumn air, which was already dry, and the withered grass that burned a little bit quickly escalated from dozens of small fires to clusters of sparks swaying in the wind.

Originally, I thought that my grandfather wanted to set a fire to get a way out of the way like me, but the next moment, I completely denied my ridiculous idea.

I saw that the dozens of sparks that had just been burning began to slowly approach in a strange way, forming a pattern at a speed visible to the naked eye. It looked like an earthworm and a hook, until the fire was completely close together and merged in one place, and I realized that it was actually a spoon-shaped shape.

Big Dipper!

I almost exclaimed, looking at the fire pattern in front of me in disbelief, a hint of clarity suddenly came to my heart, and my brain, which was still a mess before, immediately became a sea and the sky. It turned out that the moonlight tonight was not suitable for astrological viewing, so Grandpa artificially created the astrological pattern of the Big Dipper, so as to discern the true direction he was going to go and not be bothered by other factors.

"Yishou, if you want to really become a Baidu person, you still have a lot to learn in the future, do you know?" Grandpa interrupted my thoughts and pulled me back into reality, and then I saw that the fire pattern was already about to be extinguished.

"Grandpa, how the hell did you do it just now? How did those fires come close together on their own? I asked aloud, with a clear hint of excitement in my voice, eager to get an answer to solve the puzzle in my heart.

Seeing that I had suddenly become so studious, my grandfather had never restrained me from this traditional virtue, and he was very patient in explaining it to me.

"Yishou, in fact, the reason is very simple, it is recorded in the secret art of the five elements of yin and yang, the fire of the five elements is also known as "fire said Yanshang", which means that fire has the characteristics of heating and upward. The hot air generated by the fire is very hot and slowly rises, bringing the surrounding air closer to the fire, so that the surrounding fire will be pulled closer together by the air, and the city will be connected. ”

Listening to my grandfather suddenly say this, my eyes are also full of great excitement and joy, until now I really see what Baidu people are, not by talking about leading people to a way, but to be able to think of a solution to difficulties at a critical moment.

What else would I have wanted to ask again? In order to gain more experience in the rivers and lakes of grandpa, it is a pity that his mouth was interrupted by his grandfather waving his hand before he could speak, which means that I don't have to rush to understand too much now, some things must be experienced to gain more.

"Okay, Ichimoru, now it's time for me to meet up with my old friends." Grandpa said inexplicably, limping towards the south-to-left side, obviously that was the real formation exit.

I cautiously followed my grandfather, knowing that the man who had deliberately set up trouble for us was not far away, and that he would be able to meet him soon. Thinking of this, my clenched fists became even stronger, and I must have taught him a good lesson when I got the chance.

As the pace quickened, my grandfather and I finally came to a slightly desolate abandoned pavilion after passing through a small forest, which was obviously the destination of our trip, the plum blossom pavilion on Shilipo.

I saw a wind lamp swaying by the wind hanging at the foot of one of the pillars of the pavilion, and an old man with white hair was sitting in the pavilion. By the light of the wind lamp, I immediately recognized the old man sitting in the pavilion as the old man who wanted to be a boy and a girl during the day.

"Grandpa, that's him!" The roots of my angry teeth itched, and I had the urge to rush forward, if it weren't for him tonight, I'm afraid I would have fallen asleep at this time.

Our arrival, the old man with the hook back naturally also noticed, he looked at us with a smile, strictly speaking, directly omitted me, looked at the grandfather, and the look in his eyes revealed as if he was an old friend who had not seen him for many years.

"Ichimori, you let me stay here honestly, don't you know anywhere?" Grandpa whispered a warning to me, and then walked straight towards the pavilion, leaving me alone.

I stomped my foot helplessly, and said in my heart that there is something to hide from me, I am your own grandson. However, it didn't work, and Grandpa couldn't hear the cry in my heart at this time.

I looked at the two elders in the pavilion from a distance, and I picked up a dead branch and leaf and drew circles alone on the ground to pass the time.

At first, the conversation between the two grandfathers was very weak, and I was far away and couldn't hear the situation clearly, maybe they just kept their voices down and didn't want me to overhear.

However, surprisingly, as time went on, I don't know if my ears became better, or if their conversation was getting louder and louder, I could hear a little more clearly, and I couldn't figure out what exactly was being said. Anyway, what's going on? Pieces? Phoenix? Words like that come up a lot, and I get a mess of it.

Sometimes people are like this, once curiosity is aroused, there is no bottom line. I kept moving closer to the abandoned pavilion to hear more information.

Sure enough, as soon as I got closer, the conversation between my grandfather and my grandfather became clear, and in a dim way, I heard my grandfather seem to be saying, "Don't look for me again, I've been in pain all the time for twenty years." ”

The old man was also inspired by words, "Willow pole head, I've been looking for it for the past 20 years, and it's finally getting a little better... No, you have to go. ”

Willow Pole Head was my grandfather's nickname, and few people called him that since he changed careers, and I rarely heard anyone talk about it.

"Stop it, I will never go to that hell place again," Grandpa obviously became a little impatient, extremely angry, and even said that he was jumping, this is the first time I have seen him so excited, like an old child.

“…………”

Listening and listening, from the whispering at the beginning to the fierce words of both sides, and finally gradually became quarrelsome. I looked at it, and sure enough, the two of them stood up and pointed at each other face to face, and they almost didn't move.

I'm thinking about whether to go forward and persuade them, after all, they have been friends for many years, and everyone should know the truth of being angry. Before I could make a decision, the grandfather in the pavilion flicked his sleeves angrily and walked out, shouted directly to me to go home, and limped away alone.

It was the first time in my life to see my grandfather so angry, my whole body was trembling and trembling, I looked coldly at the old man with a hook back in the pavilion, and at this time he happened to be looking at the back of his grandfather in a daze.

With the help of the dim wind lamp hanging on the pavilion, I suddenly saw that under the long hair of the old man who was blown by the autumn wind, there was actually a hollow face with no flesh and blood, as if it was pulled away by some sharp object with his eyes, usually deliberately covered by a tuft of white hair, but he did not notice it during the day, at this time in such a bewitching night he looked extremely cautious, and I almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

I swallowed and foamed, not daring to think about it any more, and chased in the direction of my grandfather's departure, where I didn't want to stay for a moment, not even for a second.