The morning in Wujing Village was no different from usual. As soon as Chaoyang appeared, he could see some strong men in the village carrying tools towards the fields. Smoke drifted from some of the wooden roofs, blending in with the early morning mist, and the two merged.

It seems that a long time has passed since what happened at the door of the village village yesterday, and it is estimated that it will only slowly evolve into a conversation when every family eats.

He woke up very early in the morning, but he still maintained the daily routine arranged by his mother. He had just finished inhaling and exhaling outside the house. It's just that the little guy found that the amount of qi he inhaled in his body this morning was much more than yesterday. That is to say, since his mother helped him to make acupoints and pulse control and guide his internal strength that night, he has inhaled more and more qi every morning. Will you finally suck up all the air around you in one go?

The little one stuck out his tongue and daydreamed as soon as he got up. He went back to the house, washed up, and began to prepare breakfast for himself and his mother.

But he suddenly stopped what he was doing and glanced at the closed door. The little one then remembered that his mother was no longer in the house. He felt strange in his heart, and he couldn't put it into words. Lost, sad, a lot of emotions mixed together.

Ling Chen decided not to eat this morning, and he had to make food again, and he had to wash the dishes after eating, which he felt very troublesome. But the reality is that he doesn't want to eat alone, and he doesn't like the feeling of loneliness.

Opening the closed wooden door of his mother's room, the little one's heart beat a little faster. It seems that since he was three years old, he has never entered this room again, and every time he stands outside the door to communicate with his mother.

There was still a remnant of the fragrance of his mother's body in the house, and the little one wrinkled his nose and inhaled it vigorously, he smelled the fragrance and felt like he was in his mother's arms. After a few breaths, Ling Chen stretched out his pink little hand and rubbed his face, and walked to the bookshelf next to his mother's bed.

The shelves were crowded with books, some standing upright and some lying horizontally.

"Three days, memorize it all?"

The little guy looked at the book in the far left of the bookshelf with a piece of paper next to it, and on it was written "One". Ling Chen knew that this was the first book he was going to memorize. When he glanced at all the books on the shelves, a dark wooden box next to the bookshelf caught Ling Chen's attention.

The dark wooden box leaned against the wall next to the bookshelf, and when the little guy walked in, he realized what kind of wooden box this was, this was a coffin! The old man in the village had died before, and the little guy had seen it.

"How can there be a coffin in the mother's room, inside. No.. Lie down my dad, right?"

In the early morning, his mind was opened, he wanted to open the coffin lid, but he didn't dare to open it, and after a short psychological struggle, the little guy gritted his teeth.

"I saw so many corpses in the grove, what am I afraid of, the corpses lying here should be my father, what am I afraid of. ”

The little guy tried his best to push the lid of the coffin, but when he thought of opening the lid of the coffin, what if he was swindling the corpse inside. In the early morning, his scalp was numb instantly, and he just wanted to stop it, but he didn't know that the coffin lid was unusually light, like tissue paper, because the little guy used all his strength, and the heavy coffin lid hit the wall on the other side.

"Bang!

The pitch-black lid of the coffin slammed against the wall and made a noise, then fell to the ground, shaking up a bit of dust.

"This coffin lid, is it so heavy?"

When I opened the lid of this coffin in the early hours of the morning, it felt as easy as pushing open a piece of paper. But from the sound of the coffin lid hitting the wall and falling to the ground, the little guy knew that the coffin lid was not light. The only explanation is that it is not that the coffin lid is lighter, but that his strength has increased.

But the little guy didn't have time to think about it at this time, he subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands, through the gap between his fingers, the black eyeballs turned, the coffin was empty, and he didn't open the coffin board as he imagined, and a pair of dry hands stretched out. Ling Chen put down his hands and scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Let's read a book, let's read a book, hahahaha. ”

Ling Chen laughed a few times, picked up the coffin lid, like picking up a piece of paper, after he closed the coffin, picked up the wooden bench in the room, stood on the wooden bench and put his feet on it, and then got the first book in the upper left corner of the shelf, he touched the smooth writing, jumped off the wooden stool, sat on the side of his mother's bed and read.

The simple bookshelves, with four rows, are a few heads taller than the little ones. The books in the first row are all erected next to each other. The books in the second row are a bit cluttered, with both horizontal and diagonal reading. Roughly calculated, there should be nearly 100 books on this shelf, and it is also a challenge for the little ones to memorize them all in three days. However, judging from the seriousness of the little one's reading at this time, this challenge should not be a big deal, after all, he was still in a hurry to go to the grove to find his mother. Because these days, the little guy has a vague feeling in his heart, and he is panicking.

On the other side, in the small forest behind Wujing Village, a woman sat cross-legged on a thick tree trunk, but if you look closely, you will find that this dignified and beautiful woman is sitting in the air, and the corners of her clothes are hanging down to the old tree trunk.

The woman's eyes were closed, and her long, curled eyelashes fluttered slightly, gently like feathers. The colorful glow around her gradually shrank around her, slowly dissipating, like a fairy descending into the mortal world. She exhaled deeply, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"Brother Honest, have you done everything you have arranged?"

Wang Yuehan opened his eyes, and his bright eyes stared at the stunned strong man in front of him.

"Ahem, honest brother. ”

Wang Yuehan called softly again, Liu Laoshi suddenly came back to his senses, shook his body, and looked away from Ling's mother in embarrassment, staring at his toes.

"Ah, ah, it's all done, it's done. ”

"Well, let's go. ”

Wang Yuehan stood up straight, squinted slightly and looked in the direction of his home, his white clothes fluttering, and his hair flying.

"Huh, huh, don't you wait for Chen'er?"

Liu Laoshi asked with some doubts, but the perspective of his eyes still did not leave his toes.

"Let's go. ”

Wang Yuehan bit her red lips lightly, her white teeth touched like broken jade, and her throat rolled out these two words with some difficulty. She reluctantly turned around, turned around, and walked forward.

Liu Laoshi was helpless, he didn't dare to say anything, he waited for Ling Mu to walk a few steps before he dared to raise his heels behind him, but Liu Laoshi felt that the temperature around him seemed to have dropped a little, he looked at the woman in front of him, and his body exuded a cold breath, as if he wanted to freeze the surrounding air.

"Chen'er, my mother will come to me when you grow up. ”

Wang Yuehan exhaled these words softly, and her gentle face was put away by her, replaced by a white lotus blooming under the ice of ten thousand years, which was sacred and could not be desecrated.

Three days passed quickly, and Gojing Village was the same as usual, but it was only on the surface. Since that incident, the village elder has never left his house because he is sick, and a few villagers will go to take care of him every day, deliver soup and medicine, and deliver food; Sun Youcai sits at the door in a daze every day, smirking from time to time. After that incident, he seemed to have become demented. Sun Dali never went out to play with the children again, because the other children looked at him as if they had seen the early hours of the morning, and Sun Dali could understand the uncomfortable mood of the little ones at that time; some villagers would look through the cracks in the door when they passed by the door of the early morning, some would sigh deeply, and some would spit at the door.

However, these obviously did not hinder the early morning, and he didn't know anything, and the little guy didn't know that his mother Wang Yuehan had left the village a few days ago and didn't know where to go with Liu Laoshi.

In the early hours of the morning, he stayed in his mother's room for three days, except for running outside the house every morning to exhale and breathe, the rest of the time the door was closed and he was holding a book to read, and when he was hungry, he would cook some white porridge and drink it, and when he was thirsty, he would drink the stream water in the tank.

At this time. The little guy sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes closed, not knowing what he was chanting silently, and after a while, he happily opened the book in his hand and quickly flipped through it, and found that he had memorized it without error, so he happily closed the book and jumped out of bed. Because after memorizing this book, there is only one last book left, and soon I can go to the grove to see my mother.

In the past three days, the little guy has read a wide variety of books, all kinds of books, and there is one book dedicated to painting flowers and plants, called "The Way of Plants and Trees". There is also a book with pictures of various creatures, called "Strange Beasts". In short, there are all kinds of books, but there are no books about martial arts, which makes Ling Chen very disappointed.

When the little guy stuffed the book back into the shelf, he picked up the last book in his task in the lower right corner, but when he picked up the book, it made the little guy wonder. In the end, this is not a book, but a wooden box.

"Is that a box?"

Ling Chen was very happy, he gently opened the lid on the wooden box, and found that there was a letter inside, a red rope, and a crescent-shaped jade was tied to the red rope, a white jade bottle.

"What did my mother write to me? ”