"It doesn't matter if you don't bring it, it's good that you have a good time here these times. The Master continued.

Lu Beichen was slightly stunned after hearing this, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Is this really not knowing or pretending not to know?

If you pretend not to know, this master is too much to save face, right?

But this is all their own speculation, and I don't know if this mirror is the master's......

The child sitting in the same place still sat in the same place, and it seemed that he did not even have the desire to watch.

The big fat and the second fat looked back, and the disdain in their eyes was so great that it could freeze the entire academy.

After comparing the position of Iwasu, he was closest to Lu Beichen who was standing behind.

She quietly looked at this child of the same age as herself, and a trace of inexplicable emotion arose in her heart - there are not many good-looking children on this mountain, and even fewer are as good-looking as Senior Brother Qiu Li, but this child named Lu Beichen, how can those clear eyes be so good-looking?

After the master finished speaking, he strode out of the room, and it was not until he disappeared from his sight that Lu Beichen withdrew from Fang Cai's nervousness, naturally not noticing the gaze of the delicate girl.

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Tossing and turning in the night, fortunately accompanied by a faint starlight.

This was the first time Lu Beichen had left the cozy cottage at the foot of the mountain, and it was the first night he left home.

At a certain moment, countless memories came to mind, and countless scenes appeared in front of me.

From a very young age, Master said that there was a chill in his body. This cold qi hovered around the dantian all year round and affected his meridians, so his physique was a little abnormal.

I vaguely remember that this cold breath was forcibly injected into this body by the general. He used to feel very hateful, he felt helpless, but people are dead, what about resentment? What about hatred?

However, on the other hand, it can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, and finally let him meet a considerate master like Mr. Qiu Shan in this life, who does not care about his own problems and takes care of himself all the year round.

The most impressive time was when I saw the maple leaf for the first time.

In the autumn of that year, the temperature under the mountain plummeted, the trees all over the mountain withered, and the maple forest was yellow and red, which could be described as a prosperous beauty in the eyes of the poet, but he didn't know how, he was not controlled at all, so he took a sword and cut down all the trees.

But all the trees are dead, which naturally provokes the scolding of countless people, the children avoid it, and the adults even sneer at it, and even show a very frightened look.

Those eyes are more lethal than the fat man's straightforward sarcasm, because at least the fat brothers are willing to get close to him, and those who avoid it make Lu Beichen see a fear emanating from his bones.

That fear made him feel like a monster himself.

But Master never felt like a monster.

"There are a lot of people in this world who are watching over you, and you just can't see it. Like the North Star in the night, it cannot see the surrounding stars, but it cannot deny that other stars are revolving around it. ”

"I was a teacher and stargazing all night, but I didn't expect to find you in your infancy soon after. Although you are still a baby, you can't hide your heroic spirit between your eyebrows and eyes, and there is a faintly shiny strange stone on your chest.

"The celestial phenomenon of that day is a rare North Star arch in a hundred years, and I named you Beichen as a teacher, hoping that you can become a rising star on this continent when you grow up. ”

"Beichen Star Arch, there will definitely be many people to protect you, because your future is to protect more people. ”

Master Qiu Shan once said such things to himself in a serious manner. The day he listened to these words was the first time he couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes, the first time he sobbed and wept.

Master is always very good at using stories to comfort people's hearts.

As far as I can remember, the happiest thing for Lu Beichen is to lie in the arms of his master, listening to stories such as how the Cowherd and Weaver Girl overcame all difficulties to meet on the Qixi Magpie Bridge, and how Sirius used perseverance and bravery to exterminate the enemy.

It's all a world of stars, so romantic that it seems that each star has its own story.

In fact, what I want to know most is the story of the North Star.

It's just that Master said that Beichen Star is the only one who doesn't have a story. It is far away in the north, like a patron saint who will always guard this land, because it will always bear the responsibility, because it will always tell the world the direction, so it has no leisure to create a story, so it is the most silent in the eyes of the world.

He had never received the warmth of blood, but when he was growing up, the stories that Master told dotted those long and lonely years.

He knew very well what kind of being he was now—he was a five-year-old on the outside, but not on the soul, so his mind had already surpassed that of many children of his age. Only occasionally, he also wants to live like a child, like a simple life, and walk through this life in an ordinary and healthy way.

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With countless pictures, Lu Beichen gradually fell asleep.

The starlight is getting fainter and the night is getting thicker.

The sound of steady breathing in the room indicates that the sleepers are sleeping soundly.

In the dead of night, the stars are shining.

In a daze, he felt that he had come to a world of sword light.

"Who am I?

Swords and swords, earth-shattering, where is this?

Countless waves swelled all around.

It was an endless sea.

One group of people is fiercely tearing up another group of people. Those people were strange-looking, some with fat heads and big ears, some with fiery eyes, and some towering like clouds and dwarf nymphs.

In a moment, someone came galloping from afar with a sword.

The tip of the sword pierces the eye!

Before he could react, his eyes were about to be blinded!

However, between the electric and flint, the space seems to be transferred.

He came to another world.

It's a plain.

Standing on this plain, he looked up and saw a dark night sky. In the dark night sky, there is a long river of radiance, as dazzling as the gathering of stars.

"Is that a star, or is that a river?"

There was no answer to the question, for he had lowered his head in a daze, and saw something even stranger again—a huge wheel spinning not far away.

"This is a wheel?"

He couldn't see clearly, and he wanted to lean in to take a look.

However, before he could get closer, the giant ship disappeared in an instant, and the dazzling river gradually blurred.

He felt himself turn into a white feather, fluttering softly, and then woke up.

It turned out to be just a dream.

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This dream is strange because there are many things that have not been seen before, but they are very real.

I had a very strong feeling about myself in my dreams.

The feeling is familiar and strange, and somewhat terrifying.

Not long after he came to this world, he had already felt like this once.

It was the moment when my father died in this world.

For the first time, he felt a little cheesy about the war, for he could never have imagined that he would feel uncomfortable and sorry for such a normal thing as the death of a living being, and he struggled not to know what to call, and finally shouted his own voice hoarse and did not save the general from death.

And the feeling in the dream, isn't it this feeling of trying your best and then not wanting it?

It seems that it has been deeply embodied before I came to this world, but what happened back then?

Could it be that the scene in the dream is a reappearance of the past life that the world calls it?

After sweating profusely, Lu Beichen got up and wiped his sweat, and quietly boiled a pot of hot tea.

When I woke up, it was already the middle of the night, and the starlight was very faint, because the moonlight was so heavy that the room was a little cold and the hearts of people were a little lonely.

He rarely wakes up in the middle of the night, and rarely dreams, but for some reason, he can't sleep tonight, and wakes up in the middle of the night after falling asleep.

The color of the tea is getting stronger, and the fragrance of the tea is gradually dissipating.

He lay back on the bed, looked at the moonlight outside the window, looked around the room, touched the small stone hanging around his neck, and sighed, "Why do you have such a dream?"