"Mother~!!

Meng Yi rushed into the courtyard door, couldn't wait to call, the wooden dragon knife on his back touched the door frame of the chai-colored courtyard door, and the young man's little hand hurriedly helped him.

"Mother, I'm selected!"

The young Meng Yifei threw himself into his mother's arms. Tears burst out of his eyes in an instant, compared with his cold and resolute image in the martial arts arena, they are already like two people.

You know, how many days and nights, the little boy's endless thoughts about his father, the helpless pain and struggle in his heart, the boundless disappointment and sorrow in the dark night, all of this, only the mother knows, only the mother's warm embrace, still gently cares for the small weak and persistent heart.

Since the teenager lost his soul power at the age of 9, every year-end test is the lowest level of the Yuqing Hui Rank. The young man meditated and practiced every day, silently reciting the 18 scriptures that he had memorized in his heart. How many days when the clouds rise and the morning dews, in the cloud-shrouded rocky mountains and valleys, there are always echoes with the childish voice of the young man reciting scriptures.

Although it was just a fluke, it was also a great encouragement to the young man, the sky saw mercy, the opportunity still existed, people did not die, and they would eventually come out!

"Mother! I was selected! I also saw Daddy's Cloud Wing Dragon Walking Knife!"

Although Meng Yi was choking with tears in the corners of his eyes, he was very excited, tilting his head to look at his mother, tears had slid down his cheeks.

The young man raised his little hand and wiped his tears, took off the wooden dragon knife on his back, held it, and respectfully put it on the pear wood table in the hall, knelt down, and his voice was choked: "Dad! Yi'er disappointed Dad! Yi'er was just lucky to be selected! Yi'er swore that he would work harder!"

The little boy bowed down and kowtowed, and his thin back was heart-wrenching.

"Yi'er~!You come here!"

Hearing the news of Meng Yi's selection, her mother Mo Xiaoshuang didn't seem to be so surprised.

"Mother!

The mother put down the potatoes she was putting into the basket, wiped her hands on her apron, put her arms around Meng Yi, sat on the small wooden bench in front of the hall, looked into the distance, her eyes were a little distant, and said:

"Yi'er! Mother knows, my Yi'er has lofty ambitions! Like my father, she will definitely be a hero who stands up to the sky and the earth in the future! My mother knows! My Yi'er! One day I will leave my mother, wear a battle armor, and go to fight in all directions! I was selected today, and my mother has something to tell ~......"

"Ahh

The young Meng Yi's thinking jumped, but at this moment, he suddenly remembered that his mother-in-law was still waiting for him.

Meng Yi wiped his tears, threw himself into the kitchen, and took a brown tuba bowl about the size of his head from the stove, "Mother, where is the rice soup? I'll bring it to my mother-in-law! Mother-in-law is hungry!"

"In the crockpot next to Mu Donnie!"

Mo Xiaoshuang replied and looked back at the direction of the entrance of the village outside the courtyard gate.

I only remember hearing Meng Yi say that one winter day when the young Meng Yi was nine years old, Yi'er came back from selling vegetables in Longhua Bazaar, and saw a shabby red shirt, hair like snow, wearing colorful ribbons, and a face of fly feces, lying on the huge wind spirit stone at the entrance of the village, constantly touching and wiping the smooth and round, green and green wind spirit stone, and her expression was extremely sad.

The young Meng Yi relented, walked over, took out the baked cakes and rice balls and gave them to her, and then Yi'er went home and brought her a big bowl of five-grain corn soup, but drank it all.

From then on, three meals a day, cold and summer, the teenager will send a big bowl of rice soup to the mother-in-law, rain or shine, this delivery, is several years.

The young man Meng Yi picked up the wooden dragon sword and hung the Burning Sky Sword on the wall, "Mother, I'll go back when I go!"

"Yi'er!"

"Huh?" Meng Yi stood and turned back.

"Yi'er, that Burning Sky Sword is the weapon you tested today?"

"Yes!Mother!but~ it's just a wood-level weapon!" Meng Yi's voice was a little low, and he seemed to be a little disgusted.

"Yi'er! Since you have chosen it, you must treat it well! Your father once said! These weapons are spiritual! Once you recognize the master, you will never abandon it, and you will cultivate your soul and soul together with your master! Only after a long time will you become one with the sword!"

"But I've carried this dragon sword! I'm very uncomfortable with the Burning Sky Sword!"

"Put down the dragon sword! Take the sword of the sky! After all, you have to remember that from now on, you have to work hard to meet the final test of the next year, I heard that the final test of the next year is a two-by-two elimination test! Yes, ......"

"I don't! This is a gift from my father! I'm going to keep it with me forever!"

Meng Yi stubbornly turned his head, and the rice soup in the bucket bowl in his hand trembled, rippling one after another.

Thinking of his father, tears flashed in the young man's eyes.

"Yi'er, if you want to become a hero like your father, you have to bring the Burning Sky Sword with you, and never abandon it from now on!"

"Oh!~", Meng Yi pouted, his mother's words, he would always obey.

Meng Yi took the Fierce Sky Sword from the wall, inserted it into the belt behind his back together with the Dragon Walking Knife, picked up the bucket bowl, and walked towards the Longmen Stone Pillar at the entrance of the village.

Worried that the rice soup would come out of the tuba bowl, the boy walked cautiously and bent slightly, only a pair of calves kept turning, and his body above the navel was motionless.

In addition to the wooden dragon knife that will always exist, there is a copper sheath sword with a length of more than three feet diagonally on his back, and an earth-colored bucket bowl the size of his head in both hands.

Meng Yi came to the side of the Qinshan Ancient Road and stood behind her mother-in-law,

"Mother-in-law, I have a question!"

"Shut up!"

The mother-in-law didn't raise her head, but was carefully wiping the huge wind spirit stone with a wisp of red cloth curtain.

The young man was stunned for a moment, "Mother-in-law, don't wipe it! This wind spirit stone is said to have fallen in Tianmen Town for hundreds of years, and it has always been spotless!"

The mother-in-law straightened her waist and turned to look down at the simple young man in front of her, her eyes full of love and distress.

"Yi'er, put down your sword!

After that, the mother-in-law took the bucket bowl from Meng Yi's hand.

"Mother-in-law, I have a question!"

The young man was very persistent, and as he spoke, he only took off the Burning Sky Sword on his back, leaned against the Wind Spirit Stone, turned his back, supported his hands, and sat on the Wind Spirit Stone Platform.

"Boy! If you still ask me why I only drink rice soup and don't eat dumplings, you shut up! Are you annoyed! For years, day after day, every time you send rice soup, you have to ask again!"

The mother-in-law glanced at the boy with disgust.

"No, mother-in-law! Yi'er has always had a question......

The young man paused, glanced at his mother-in-law's reaction with a weak heart, and continued,

“...... For so many years, why did my mother-in-law only stay next to the wind spirit stone, my mother asked you to move to my house, but you refused, why did my mother-in-law seem to have never washed her face for so many years?"

The mother-in-law brushed away the messy hair on her forehead, pursed her chapped mouth and blew the rice soup in the bowl, "These seem to be two problems, right?"

The young man paused, he didn't care if his mother-in-law answered, he glanced at his mother-in-law again, his feet kept swinging back and forth, and his voice became quieter, "Why do you only drink rice soup and don't eat dumplings?"

With his mother-in-law, the teenager is unusual, very relaxed, and has a lot of words, always a lot of topics.

The young Meng Yi helped the wooden dragon knife on his back and looked into the distance, this time he was waiting for his mother-in-law to answer.

No sound.

Meng Yi felt strange in his heart, jumped off the stone platform, stood in front of his mother-in-law, and stretched his neck to look over.

Meng Yi was taken aback and took a half step back.

But when I saw my mother-in-law drinking rice soup, the rice soup kept spilling out from the edge of the bowl.

The young man suddenly wondered, why did this old woman drink more and more rice soup? He took another step forward and approached his mother-in-law, wanting to see what was going on.

The mother-in-law's snow-white hair trembled slightly, and her tears flowed into the bowl like pearls with broken threads!

"Mother-in-law, what's wrong with you?"

"Yi~Yi'er! There is a grain of rice in the bowl today! Yi'er! I have already eaten it!"

The mother-in-law's voice was surprised.

"Cut! What is so strange about a grain of rice! I saw that my mother-in-law was thin, so I secretly added a grain of rice to the soup! I hope my mother-in-law has a happy meal! Eat one grain first! After getting used to eating, Yi'er will bring her mother-in-law rice balls and my mother's baked baked cakes! In this way, my mother-in-law will grow white and fat! In winter, she will not be afraid of the cold......

At this moment, the lips of the mother-in-law trembled slightly, and her voice was a little different from usual, and instantly became a little sharper, and tears welled up in her eyes. ，

"Yi~Yi'er!Hurry~Kneel down!Don't look up!"

The young Meng Yi looked confused, a little unclear. I eat a big bowl of rice every day, and I don't get excited to be like this! At best, I can produce such a small pile of that yellow stuff, and I don't understand why my mother-in-law has such a big reaction after eating a grain of rice.

Despite this, Meng Yi still listened to her mother-in-law's words and knelt down.

The young man didn't look up, and at the moment he knelt down, he suddenly saw that in an instant, a circle of golden light suddenly covered the surrounding air, and a colorful light slowly flowed in the circle.

At this moment, the mother-in-law's long hair as white as snow and the long strands of colorful ribbons on her body were churning in the air, stretching and dancing straight towards the sky.

"Yi~Yi'er, don't look up! Hurry! Bow down! Bow down three times! Call Master!" the mother-in-law shouted urgently.

But seeing that the white hair of the mother-in-law who asked for food had fallen upside down in the wind, revealing a whole face that was as black as fly, which made people look amazing. But the face was already full of tears, and what was even more surprising was that where the tears flowed, the skin was as white as snow was slowly revealed.

A woman's ethereal voice slowly came from beyond the firmament.

"Worship the ends of the world and hold hands with each other!"

Meng Yi knelt on his knees, bowed his head, bowed his head, bowed his head, and bowed deeply.

"Say goodbye to the rivers and lakes and go to the same place!"

"Three worships know each other, and the original intention is not negative!"

The mother-in-law opened her arms in the wind, palms up, and her back to the sky.

But he suddenly caught a glimpse of the right side of the martial arts arena, where a middle-aged man was strolling towards a buffalo.

Granny Yao Fan waved the thin willow branch in her hand, drawing a cold white light, and the time and space within a hundred miles of the halo instantly stood still.

Meng Yi kowtowed three times, still kneeling and did not raise his head.

The surroundings slowly quieted down, and the halo of light was still there, like colorful light waves, slowly flowing.

"Yi'er, get up!"

A gentle and melodious, girl's voice came like a mountain stream spring water trickling out of the valley.

Meng Yi raised his head, slowly stood up, and looked around.

The earth-colored bucket bowl is still there, the wind spirit stone is still there, and the Burning Sky Sword is still there! Only the mother-in-law is gone.

Standing quietly in front of him was a nineteen-year-old girl standing in the wind.

The girl's hair was jet black, tied into a pair of cardamom buns with a turquoise ribbon, a low-necked plain shirt, a blue corset on it, and a light cloak with colorful gold filigree trimmed with small red scales on a white background.

The young Meng Yi glanced at the girl, looked behind her with self-care, and said to himself, "Where is the mother-in-law?"

The girl's text is quiet, her voice is like a yellow warbler's morning cry, gentle and tactful, crisp and beautiful.

"Am I that old?"

Meng Yi glanced at the girl again, "May I ask this sister, have you seen my mother-in-law? An old woman with tattered clothes, fluffy white hair, and a face as black as fly!"

The girl's voice was as gentle as water, "Such an ugly person! Do you still miss her?

"She's not ugly!"

The young man retorted decisively, tears flashing in his eyes,

"She's my best friend!"

The young Meng Yi picked up the Burning Sky Sword from the stone platform and turned around to leave.

"Yi'er, bring me another bowl of rice soup! Master is still waiting for you here!", the girl's willow eyebrows trembled slightly, and she said with a smile, her eyes as warm as water, bright and full of tenderness.

Meng Yi stood still, his eyes widened, and he turned around, "Mother-in-law?"

The boy circled around the girl twice, looking up and down.

The girl put her hands behind her back, straightened her chest, and gently took half a step in front of the young man, looking at the forty-five degree sky with her eyes looking at the forty-five degree sky, and her expression was a little proud: "You are still called mother-in-law?

Young Meng Yi: "Master?you~?"

Wan Qing glanced at the young man with disgust, "Of course! You just bowed three times! Don't play tricks!"

Boy: "I~"

Wan Qing's smile seemed to make the world bloom in an instant, "Giggles, what am I, go and bring another bowl of rice soup to Master! Quan should be apprentice tea! Drink apprenticeship tea!

Meng Yi looked at the moving girl, surprised and delighted, and picked her head, "Mother-in-law, you are so beautiful!"

The girl's eyes turned into two crescents of laughter, "Giggles, stupid, Yi'er, go!"

Meng Yi was very happy, turned around and jumped, ran forward, ran to the halo, and "Bang!" was bounced back.

"Oops! I forgot!" the girl covered her mouth and snickered, and with a light wave of her right hand, the broken red and colorful gold-rimmed cloak churned slightly, and the halo suddenly closed, and the stagnant time and space returned to normal.

Meng Yi got up, touched his head, turned around, and looked a little embarrassed, "Why did I fall?"

The girl Sakura's lips curled slightly, and she pretended to be angry: "Who told you to call me mother-in-law! Am I that old?"

Meng Yi picked his head again, smirked, put down the Burning Sky Sword in his hand, leaned on the side of the Wind Spirit Stone, stepped back half a step with his right foot, shook both hands, and bowed, "Yes! Mother-in-law, you take a break!

The young man spread his legs and ran, the wooden dragon knife on his back swaying from side to side.

Wanqing looked at the young man's back, "Hmph!

"Yi'er, this time it's a small bowl!

"I remember!", the young Meng Yi's happy voice was already dozens of feet away.

At this time, the man leading the buffalo came over and saw Wanqing, his eyes lit up.

The buffalo walked straight ahead, but the man who was holding the cow kept staring at the girl.

It's beautiful, it's strange.

Wanqing smiled slightly, "Uncle Wang is good!"

This greeting startled Uncle Wang, and hit his head on the cow's buttocks, and his face was swept sideways by the cow's tail and became even more confused.

The buffalo was frightened by this, spread its hooves and ran, and Uncle Wang also rolled up his legs to chase after him, and soon walked away.

Wanqing covered her mouth and snickered, "Giggles!"

"Phew!"

The Sky Sword was shot to the ground by the Wind Spirit Stone.

As soon as Wan Qing lowered her head, she found that the colorful glow just now had activated the Wind Spirit Stone, and it had become a little transparent at this moment.

Wan Qing patted the Wind Spirit Stone lightly, and scolded with a smile: "Bai Hua! What are you doing? You haven't come out yet, you two will do it! You didn't come out to go to heaven! The owner of the Burning Sky Sword is also Yi'er, with Yi'er's current soul power cultivation, first temporarily hold the Burning Sky Sword! Don't be impatient! If you don't behave, I will report to my ancestor and let you stay in this stone for another 500 years!"