Ghost Fang hurriedly said: "How can it be? Dad is just the right year, and in a few decades, climbing that back to Yanfeng will also be a piece of cake!"

The ghost man sighed, shook his head, and said, "Alas, I'm afraid that by then, Lord Yama won't recruit me, even if thank God!"

The ghost saw that his father's hair had added some silver threads, and his bronzed face was also wrinkled by the sharp knife of the years, like two big hands like small fans, calloused, red and purple, presumably caused by years of hard work.

Seeing this, Ghost Fang's heart couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sadness, his eyes were red, and he gradually became moist.

Ghost Fang smiled reluctantly, and said with confidence: "Even at that time, my father is a martyr in his twilight years, and he should be old and strong!"

The ghost man smiled: "Okay, when did you learn to make a joke with your father!"

The conversation between the fathers gradually became more harmonious than ever before.

After a while, Ghost Fang was curious: "Dad, did you often go back to Yanfeng with your mother before?"

"That'...... me and your mother back then" The ghost man suddenly stopped, silent, and his face returned to his former seriousness.

Seeing that his father's expression was different, the ghost party seemed to have something unspeakable, and said strangely: "Dad, did my mother like to go back to Yanfeng back then......?"

The ghost man suddenly interrupted the ghost prescription and shouted: "Okay, don't say it, it's not early, go back to the room to rest after taking the medicine!"

The ghost party was very afraid of his father, and when he saw his serious face, he didn't dare to ask any more.

Due to the injury to his arm, the ghost party could not climb back to Yanfeng, and he was afraid that his father would worry, so he went back to the room early to rest.

Maybe it's because I go up the mountain to beat pig iron on weekdays and go to bed very late, but tonight's ghost party tosses and turns, and it is always difficult to sleep. He recalled the conversation he had just had with his father, and he was both happy and disappointed that he had rarely said so many thoughtful words to him, and disappointed that his father was silent at every mention of his mother, and that he would never tell him anything about his mother.

Oni Fang suddenly and inadvertently turned over, and unfortunately pressed against his right arm, and in an instant, the pain spread to his bones, causing him to almost cry out.

Suddenly, Ghost Fang's eyebrows furrowed, his expression was confused, and his mind was full of images of the moment when his fist was grabbed by Lei Zi. He still couldn't figure it out, and he also beat the pig iron on the Huiyan Peak for more than three months, and now the size of the pig iron is less than half of the original, and his strength is becoming stronger day by day. Unexpectedly, his fist would be easily grabbed by Lei Zi, and he couldn't move even if he tried his best.

This night, the ghost party could not sleep, and suddenly remembered the note pressed under the pig iron. He whispered a few words on the note: "Thousands of hammers are carved out of the deep mountains, and the fire burns as if you are idle; Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in front of the ghost Fang's eyes, and he muttered to himself: "Yes, I thought that maybe only by beating the pig iron to pieces and leaving only the white ashes can be regarded as real success! It seems that I need to work harder in the future." ”

At this moment, the silver-white moonlight spilled through the window on the ground in front of the bed, like a layer of white silver frost. He slowly moved over and looked up at the silver plate in the heavenly river obsessively, as if a woman was pounding medicine under the tree. Oni Fang's lips suddenly trembled slightly, and he muttered, "Is she pounding the wind grass?"

The next day, as soon as the sky was bright, a faint white of fish belly rose in the east in the distance, and the ghost man got up. He gently put on the bamboo basket on his back, held a cane in his hand, and walked slowly in the direction of Huiyan Peak.

The ghost father is going to pick the wind grass, he must go early, and pick it before the dew on the wind grass has evaporated. Because the breeze grass picked at this time has the best healing effect.

Since the death of his junior sister a few decades ago, except for picking some necessary herbs, the ghost father has rarely returned to Yanfeng. Every flower, grass, tree and stone here will make him think about it, like a bee needle piercing the softest place in his heart. Because he can't forget his junior sister, even if the world is old and the vicissitudes of life, as long as he sets foot on the land of Huiyanfeng, the scene of him and his junior sister swimming back to Yanfeng will be vivid.

What a deep and unforgettable love this is!

After the ghost man finished picking the breeze grass, he involuntarily came to the Wentian Stone, he gently stroked the Wentian Stone, his eyes were blurred, and the image of his junior sister appeared in his mind.

"Hey, what is this?" the ghost man casually glanced into the crack in the stone below the Asking Heaven Stone.

Curious, the ghost man put down the bamboo basket, bowed his waist, and reached for it. Despite his tall stature, his long arms easily reached in and pulled the kit out.

The ghost man opened the toolkit and looked at it, looking dazed and unclear. He looked at the piece of pig iron that had been beaten to the size of a fist, and immediately understood everything.

He suddenly remembered that for the past three months, Ghost Fang would sleep late every night, wake up very late, and his arms would often be swollen red and purple, and the whole person was often listless during the day, but at night, he would be full of energy. It seems that this toolkit is a ghost recipe, and there is no doubt about it.

The ghost man's eyes flashed with determination, and he muttered to himself: "This is the ghost side! This must be the ghost side!"

The ghost father's face was full of sadness for a while, and he was full of thoughts, and he didn't know what to do. But he still put the kit back in its original form and put it in the crack in the stone.

He slowly lifted the bamboo basket full of breezy grass, and did not pick up the breezy grass that had fallen on the ground, and walked down the mountain worriedly and without a master.

With a "squeak", the door opened.

Seeing that his father was back, Ghost Fang smiled and said, "Dad, where have you been?" I've cooked porridge, come and eat it!"

The ghost man looked in a trance, smiled reluctantly, and said, "I...... I went to the mountains and picked some weeds, and when you go later, I'll crush them and coat you. ”

Seeing that his father's expression was different, the ghost Fang was faintly worried, for fear that his secret would be discovered by his father, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and hurriedly pretended to be calm: "Have you returned to Yanfeng?

The ghost man seemed to be afraid that the ghost party would see something, so he hurriedly replied: "No! No! I went to Qingfeng Gang, where there are more Qingfeng grass." ”

Oni Fang let out a long breath, and his whole body relaxed, as if a stone pressing on his body suddenly fell to the ground. He didn't have time to serve the meal, so he hurriedly ran to help his father take down the bamboo basket he was carrying on his back.

The ghost man smiled and said, "Okay, I'll just come by myself, you can go and eat!"

According to his father's instructions, the ghost party filled the porridge and sat down to eat it.

The ghost man said strangely: "Hey, why did you put this egg on my side, I don't eat eggs, you can peel it and eat it!" said and pushed the plate containing the egg to the side of the ghost side.

Ghost Fang said: "No, I cooked two today, and my one has already been eaten, and this one is for you." As he spoke, he pushed the plate containing the eggs to the side of the ghost.

"Dad doesn't like to eat eggs, you're injured, eat one more, just make up for it, not to mention ......" The ghost man frowned, as if he suddenly thought of something, and immediately shut up.

Seeing that his father's expression was different, the ghost Fang was curious: "What's more?"

The ghost man smiled reluctantly and said hurriedly: "No...... Nothing! Hurry up and eat!"

The ghost party didn't ask anymore, he knew that his father was often like this, and he suddenly fell silent as he spoke, like a gurgling stream that stopped abruptly, giving people endless reverie.

After eating breakfast, the ghost party hurried to the private school.

The ghost father had no business today, so he went to pour the breeze grass in the bamboo basket.

There is often a similar weed in the breezy grass, and every time it is picked, it must be carefully cleaned out.

Suddenly, the ghost man found a book on the long case next to him, and the four big characters "Nanming Minutes" were written on the cover. The Chronicles of the Southern Underworld mainly explains the politics, economy, culture, astronomy and geography of the Southern Underworld, as well as the customs and customs, and is an encyclopedic textbook. The ghost father was afraid that the ghost party would be in a hurry, so he decided to go to the private school and send him the book.

The private school in the village is built on the Lanling Gang in the west of the village, an antique building is surrounded by mountains, there are lush forests and bamboos, verdant and dripping, and there are clear streams and turbulences, reflecting the left and right. Looking around the peaks, the clouds and mist are shrouded, and the top of the mountain leans out of the clouds and mist, like a hibiscus out of the water; overlooking the foot, the flowers and plants are all over the ground, and the crystal dewdrops reflect the morning glow, with crimson brilliance. Listen attentively, with the fragrance of the air, mixed with the sound of wind, birds, running water, reading, the sound of the ear, the sound is endless.

The ghost man didn't have the heart to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Lanling Gang, and ran towards Lanling Gang without looking back, and the panting sound of "huh" shook the entire mountain. Climb Lanling Gang, go all the way to the east, not half a mile, walk across a stone bridge, it is a private school. Entering from a black oil bamboo door, there is a small room in front of you, and there is a plaque hanging in the middle: Lanling Private School; under the plaque is a painting, painting a blooming orchid hidden in the grass, and there is a poem in the blank space: I love the orchid and the different people, and do not make the color of the spring sun; the west wind and cold dew are deep in the forest, and no one is fragrant.

The ghost man tiptoed through the window to look in, only to see a dozen students shaking their heads and reciting books. Suddenly, he felt very surprised, and looked around backwards and backs, left and right, but never saw the ghost side. At this time, Mr. Tao, who was sitting in the front, found the ghost father, put down the book in his hand and walked out of the house.

"Old ghost, are you here to find the ghost party?" asked Mr. Tao.

The ghost man arched his hand and said, "Yes, Mr. Tao, the book of the ghost party has fallen at home, I am afraid that he will use the book in a hurry, so I hurriedly sent it over, but why didn't I see him inside?"

Mr. Tao said curiously: "Didn't he go to Tiangongyuan? Many children rarely come here since they went to Tiangongyuan, and the ghost party rarely comes here for a while. ”

"The ghost party is not here, and he has not gone home, where will this child go? Isn't this skipping class? How can this child be so ignorant......" The ghost man muttered to himself, and slowly walked off the job with a confused face.