The History of Dream Pen Books, an ancient book carved with a red and pink skull lies quietly on an ancient table full of dust.

A middle-aged fat man with a majestic figure looked at the strange red book that kept turning the pages by himself with a kind face, and a banana fan, fanning it, stopped.

The fat man bowed his head slightly and nodded in satisfaction.

The skull's eyes, red flames ignited, burning the book to ashes.

The star array suddenly appeared, and the figure of a ten-year-old boy gradually became clear, as if lying weakly on the floor.

"What did you do?" In the distance, a thin young man, dressed in Confucian clothes, frowned with a bookish face.

Next to him, is the ink master.

Mo Shi glanced at Mo Qiuhuai lying on the ground, and felt a little nervous in his heart.

He touched Mo Qiuhuai's back, and he was already drenched in cold sweat.

My forehead was a little hot, as if I had a fever, and my breathing became very short, so I guess I was frightened by something.

"Qin Gengxin, you don't have to be so nervous, I'm just routine. The previous owner of the floating dream died tragically, and I just let its successor feel the memories of his ancestors according to the rules. ”

After hearing this, the ink master's face was ugly, and a pair of angry eyes stared at the cloth forging basket.

Bu Forging completely ignored the burning eyes of the ink master, and laughed and hooked his shoulders with the ink master, "Yo, long time no see." What should I call you?

The ink master's face became even more ugly, and he folded his hands around his chest and turned his head away, trying not to look at the underbeaten face of the cloth forging basket.

Mo Qiuhuai woke up, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

Mo Shi squatted down, and Qiu Huai opened his arms to embrace.

"Yo, do it!" Bu Forging took out a bag of melon seeds out of nowhere, was gnawing on it with interest, and looked at the master and apprentice in front of him excitedly, "It's still a grandson love, it's a heavy taste, I like it!"

"Bang!" Qin Gengxin rolled up a book, smashed the head of the cloth forging, and scolded, "Can you shut up!"

Mo Shi kept stroking the back of Mo Qiuhuai's head, saying that it was okay, it was okay.

"Master...... Die...... What does it feel like? I ...... I can feel the unwillingness and anger in Master's heart!"

"Hmm......" The ink master didn't know how to answer for a while.

Mo Qiuhuai raised his hand and touched the ink master's neck.

"Master, does it still hurt?"

Mo Shi grabbed Mo Qiuhuai's hand and said with a smile: "Child, don't hurt yourself. No matter what happened to the teacher in the past, it was the retribution he deserved. The so-called wheel of life has its cause and effect. In my previous life, I caused so many sins, was betrayed by my relatives, and was beheaded by the wicked, and I deserved it!"

"Master...... Do you hate?"

Master Mo was stunned, his thoughts were surging, hatred? Maybe there was a moment when he lost his life in Huangquan. However, being reborn as a wive, he has slowly stopped recalling the past. Back then, in order to save the people, Princess Taiping broke with her biological father and destroyed the Hall of Stars. When I was dying, I entrusted my mentor Dao Jian to give me "Floating Like a Dream". At that time, she was killed by her biological father, but there was hatred? If hatred blinded her eyes, how could she think of Mo Qiuhuai, the Falling Dust Valley Yanjia Master who had been robbed of her luck at the beginning, and gave her the opportunity.

Now Mo Qiuhuai, who has regained his original wheel of life at the age of ten, should not live long at this time, at this time, do you have hatred in your heart.

According to your nature, there should be none, no one knows the cruelty of fate better than you. Accepting your fate is both your greatest strength and your greatest disadvantage.

Mo Shi looked down at Mo Qiuhuai, who had a melancholy look, he had long lost his heartless appearance in the past, and for some reason he was a little distressed.

In this world, is there finally anyone who really cares about their feelings?

People who thought they had no place to return to in their hearts were strangers everywhere.

And I have been a stranger for more than 100 years.

Now, there is a place to be.

Qiu Huai, you are the place where the teacher returns. So, being a teacher won't let you repeat the mistakes of the past.

"Hate, why hate, why should I hold a grudge against something that hasn't happened yet?"

Mo Qiu knew that for the timeline he was in now, it was true that the suffering that Mo Shi had experienced had ended before it had begun.

Those who betrayed him at the beginning cannot have the opportunity to betray him now.

The people who surrounded and suppressed him at the beginning don't know about his existence now.

Emperor Huiming, who ordered the head of the ink master to be cut off at the beginning, now seems to be entrusting the Star Palace to hunt down and kill him!

Damn, it's still not right to think so, this old man Huiming is still against me!

No, it's better to keep a low profile, at least learn from those Shuangwen protagonists, and when you can't beat others, find a safe place to hide and practice.

Well, that's it......

Seeing Qiu Huai's silent appearance, Mo Shi thought that Mo Qiuhuai was planning revenge for himself, he was really a good apprentice.

However, when the time has come to retribution, we must not let our tragedy happen again.

"Autumn Huai, ......"

With a mutter, the ink master stood up, his hand on his back, and only threw Mo Qiuhuai a side face.

At this time, the ink master looked like a tall and straight great man.

Mo Qiuhuai didn't look good, this look is the rhythm of pouring chicken soup for me.

"Qiu Huai, when he was a teacher at the end of his life, he did have regrets. But hating this kind of thing is really a demon seed. The more you can't let go, the more evil it becomes, the more you can't forget, the more unscrupulous it will sprout and grow, and the more you hint at yourself that this revenge must be avenged, then it will grow into a towering tree, break through your original clear and clear soul, and make you fall into the devil's path. The so-called one thought becomes a Buddha, and one thought becomes a demon. A thought of kindness arises, the hatred of the sky disappears, a thought of disgust, hatred eats the heart, and falls into the devil's path. When I was a teacher, I just couldn't let go, and I hated it! In order to fill the pain in my heart, I destroyed the Tianshu Gate and the door! After all, ......"

Master Mo lowered his head and found that Mo Qiuhuai had long since disappeared, and he looked embarrassed.

Looking up, Bu Forging and Qin Gengxin also disappeared without a trace.

Looking around, he found that the two machine spirits were pulling Mo Qiuhuai along the spiral staircase to the direction of the second floor.

Mo Qiuhuai pretended to be kidnapped and shouted, "Don't drag me away, I want to listen to Master's teachings......"

In fact, in my heart, I feel extremely glad that I don't have to listen to the nagging of the ink master.

Seeing this, Master Mo smiled knowingly and said, "It is worthy of being my good apprentice......

It didn't take long for Mo Qiuhuai to be rudely pushed into a closed pavilion by the two.

"Hey, two seniors, what are you doing keeping me here, let me out!"

"Boy, this is your chance, let's realize!"

Mo Qiuhuai heard that it was the fat man's voice, and couldn't help but scold: "Damn! It's you again, you wait, wait for the master to go out, and see how I clean you up!"

"Boy, what are you talking about! Isn't it too long, let me reduce or decrease it for you, uncle!"

"Decrease, sir, I'll increase it! You think you're making financial statements! I'll just say it! If you're not happy, there's a kind of you coming in!"

"Boy, you have the ability to come out, a little ......"

Hearing that Bu Forging was sticking out his tongue to himself outside the door, he was angry, and he punched the door, his hand was swollen, and the feeling of pain hit.

"Okay, okay, what are you talking about with a little kid!"

Qin Gengxin didn't seem to be able to look past it, and was busy playing the round.

"Don't talk to him, a bear kid like him just can't clean up!"

Qin Gengxin ignored Bu Tuoxi's complaints, and said quietly to Mo Qiuhuai inside the door: "Qiuhuai, listen to me, feel at ease here...... Be patient, don't you want to know, why hasn't there been a Sanqing Realm Yanshi in the Star Yun Continent for more than a thousand years?"

Inside the door, there was suddenly no sound.

Sanqing Realm Yanshi, a person whose longevity is beyond the ordinary, has thousands of years, and is known as a half-immortal. If you have the opportunity, you can enter the Star Spirit Realm, and it is rumored that the Star Spirit Realm has the secret of eternal life.

Yes, Wan Chongshan also said that for more than a thousand years in the Xingyun Continent, there has not been a Sanqing Realm Yanshi, why?