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Under the threat of the sun, the green mountains and green waters stretched out their lazy hands, brushed away the cold beads accumulated last night, wiped away the dust in the fog for them, and waited for the arrival of a new day.

A teenage child, woke up from a dilapidated house, opened his eyes in a daze, surrounded by so familiar, blue-gray stone walls, dilapidated tables and chairs, and a teapot without a lid that he begged from Li San's family next door not long ago. According to his grandfather, this is something left by the ancestors of the Qin family, and it is bound to be passed down from generation to generation.

Qin Xiaotian, who was about to turn over and get out of bed, felt as if he was holding something in his hand. When I raised my hand, it turned out to be the yellow scroll I picked up in the dilapidated house of the ancestral hall not long ago, and I didn't think much about it, so I subconsciously threw it to the corner of the stone wall, and after rubbing my eyes, I remembered what happened last night.

A line of tears rose from the heart, until the bed was torn.

Qin Xiaotian was suddenly startled, ran from the east of the village to the west of the village in one breath, and then ran along the trail of the back mountain towards the old tree by the river at the head of the village.

Several people worked together to salvage Qin Su's remains from the river, and Qian Jiaguanghan, who was about to go back to report the news, turned his head and saw Qin Xiaotian standing aside in a daze.

Qin Xiaotian naturally knew that his grandfather had already returned to the west last night, but what he couldn't understand was that his grandfather was clearly standing at the entrance of the forbidden cave, why did he fall into the river at this time.

"Little God, don't be sad, Aunt Wang will treat you as her own son, your grandfather is old, and stumbling and falling into the water can be regarded as the end of his life, and God will not punish him. "Aunt Wang's family has no children, she has loved Qin Xiaotian very much since she was a child, and after Qin Xiaotian lost her parents six years ago, she has been thinking about adopting him as an adopted son, but she has never found an excuse, and at this time, seeing that Qin Xiaotian's only support is gone, she took the opportunity to speak, hoping that Qin Xiaotian, the child, could be moved in his heart and agree.

Uncle Li in the east of the village saw Qin Xiaotian standing still, his eyes were empty, and he was so frightened that he pulled Aunt Wang on the side.

"Do you see it, this kid, I'm just afraid that he is evil, when have you seen him like this, he is the one who loves Qin Lao the most on weekdays, why did he see his grandfather leave at this time, he didn't react at all, he was like a fool, even if he was frightened, he should cry out,,,"

Qin Xiaotian heard it clearly, why didn't he want to cry, compared to now, the situation last night was vivid, could it be that there were really ghosts in this world?

"Aunt Wang, Uncle Li, your kindness Xiaotian has received it, if you really feel sorry for Xiaotian, help bury my grandfather under this old tree. I think grandpa must be willing to stay here!" Qin Xiaotian held back the tears in his eyes and pointed to the old locust tree on the side, and endless sadness rose in his heart.

Qian Jiaguanghan and Qin Xiaotian are of the same age, and his father Qian Wenkai is also a scholar of literature and ink, and the children in this village are all worshiping under his door when they read and write, and Guanghan, the kid who beat Xiao Qian Wenkai, is a good friend with Qin Xiaotian, and this is also the only person Qin Xiaotian trusts in his heart after giving up his grandfather.

Guanghan saw Qin Xiaotian's compassion, his face was ugly, he just looked at Qin Su lying on the riverbank blankly, his eyes were full of ripples, but he never shed tears. He almost tried to speak, but his own crying choked his throat. Qin Xiaotian was moved in his heart, his grandfather didn't hurt him in vain before his death.

In the eyes of Li Bo and Aunt Wang, Qin Xiaotian's heart is harder than a stone, and he didn't shed a single tear even when his grandfather died, it was really in vain.

Aunt Wang is hot on the surface, but in fact her heart is like a poisonous scorpion, the yellow dog raised at home gave birth to a litter of puppies, and others saw the cute appearance, and they all wanted to lean over and hug or touch it, but the vicious woman actually cooked it alive and boiled a bowl of cub soup for her own stomach, a woman who is so vicious to animals, how can she treat other people's children better.

Qin Xiaotian has had compassion for the common people since he was a child, not to mention eating meat, even if he is an ant on the ground, he is reluctant to step on it, which is why he is often said to be a useless thing by the villagers. Only his grandfather knew why Qin Xiaotian couldn't bear to kill.

One afternoon six years ago, Qin Xiaotian's father, Qin Zhenghao, returned from working in the back mountains, passed by the gravel field at the entrance of the village, tripped over a stone, and when he got up, he inadvertently picked up a white crystal the size of a duck's egg, which was clear and bright, and looked like a stone, but it was not as hard as a stone.

After he returned, he handed over the white crystal in his hand to Qin Su to observe, Qin Su was old and refined, although he had never seen what this thing was, but he could roughly guess that it must be a rare treasure. That night, the inhabitants of the village, as usual, put out the lights early and rested, waiting for the rooster to crow early tomorrow morning to work in the fields.

Because it was summer, Qin Xiaotian was only five years old at the time, and Qin Su had the habit of going to bed late, so he took the young Qin Xiaotian to the old locust tree by the river to tell a story, and when the grandfather and grandson went back, they found that Qin Xiaotian's father and mother had fallen to the ground, with no scars on his body and no painful look on his face.

Qin Su burst into tears, and when he leaned over to touch Qin Zhenghao's pulse, he found that there was an unfinished semicircular symbol under Qin Zhenghao's index finger. After careful deliberation, he came up with a big secret, his death must be related to the white crystal that he picked up during the day, if he hadn't taken his grandson Qin Xiaotian out to see the stars, there were still the two of them lying on the ground at this time, Qin Su got up from the ground with difficulty, and then turned over every corner of the house, and really didn't see the white crystal stone.

"Xiaotian, kowtow to your grandfather! It can be regarded as fulfilling filial piety and sending him off the old man's last journey. Guanghan pulled Qin Xiaotian, who was in a daze, to Qin Su, who was lying quietly under the old locust tree.

The scene from six years ago was still floating in the mind of Qin Xiaotian, who was more than ten years old, although he had asked his grandfather Qin Su countless times who killed his father and mother, but he never got the right answer. It wasn't until the symbol that appeared in his mind just now that it dawned on him. It turned out that the killer of his father and mother was related to the white stone the size of a duck's egg.

"Look at this child, why is he so ignorant, Guanghan asked him to kowtow to his grandfather, he actually stood motionless, Aunt Wang, the matter of adopting a son in the future is still mentioned, even if he does, he may be a white-eyed wolf. Li Bo bent down to pick up the hoe thrown in the grass and began to dig a pit, and at the same time called Liu Dagua, who happened to be passing by, and asked him to go back to find a few strong men to carry the coffin in the Yan Hei shop to collect the body for Qin Lao.

The Demigod Mountain is thousands of miles in circumference, and there is only such a place where there are people, and few people have stepped into it in a hundred years. There are more than 1,000 people in the village, not to mention the death of a person, even if a sow gives birth to a donkey, it will be known inside and outside in an hour.

Not long after, with the help of everyone, Qin Su was buried under the old tree by the river. It stands to reason that after a person dies, the filial son of the family should keep the spirit for three days, and wait until the fourth day before entering the ground, but Qin Lao's death is not a normal death, in order to avoid the anger of the gods, the people in the village hastily buried Qin Su.

From morning to night, Qin Tian stood quietly and did not cry, until the early morning of the second day, he suddenly thought of something, and ran towards his stone house like crazy.

For an adult, the ten-mile mountain road has to be walked for a while, but Qin Xiaotian almost didn't stop, and his face showed the same perseverance that did not match his age when he came.

The reason why he was in such a hurry to rush back was because he thought of the yellow scroll he picked up in the ancestral hall that day, and listening to what his grandfather said before his death, it was likely that this yellow scroll was something snatched by the major immortal sects.

Now that I am helpless, it is not easy to survive. The murderer of his parents has been at large, if he can cultivate the world's martial arts and enter the cultivation sect to concentrate on cultivation, wouldn't there be a glimmer of hope for revenge.

Qin Xiaotian clenched his fists, and his heart became more and more resolute.

The people in the village felt sorry for the thin Qin Xiaotian after learning that Qin Lao had fallen and drowned, in addition to Aunt Wang's persistence, there was also Mother Liu from the East Village who was carrying a bamboo basket and holding an egg-laying hen in her arms and standing in front of the stone house looking left and right.

"Don't be sad,,, child, let's rely on Mother Liu for your life in the future!" Seeing Qin Xiaotian running from the village, Mother Liu shouted at Qin Xiaotian who was out of her soul from afar, and at the same time shook the bamboo basket in her left hand, which contained Qin Xiaotian's favorite grain cakes.

Li San, who was squatting on the stone mill in front of his house, saw the hen in Liu's mother's arms, his eyes were a little straight, and then he snorted coldly. "Beware of giving you a beating,,, first his father and mother, and then Qin Lao Ghost,,, you still want to be the third one. ”

Li San, who was about forty years old, was ugly, had a disability, his left foot was naturally hypertrophied, and his right foot was as thick as a baby's arm.

Several times what he said came true, the people in the village were respectful of him, and they didn't want to climb such a broom star, as the saying goes, the most poisonous woman's heart, but what is more poisonous than the woman is Li San's words during the day, if this is accurate, it will become Li San's capital to show off.

Li San looked up and down at Liu's mother, who was not in a hurry.

"Did your man not fall asleep after getting up in the middle of the night last night?" Did he hear a strange cry in the Westinghouse?" As usual, Li San once again said in surprise.

"You ,,, how do you know, Li San, Mother Liu didn't provoke you, don't curse Mother Liu!" Mother Liu trembled and stuffed the egg-laying hen in her arms into Li San's arms, although this person is crazy, he has been accurate many times, so after hearing this, Mother Liu immediately recalled what he just said, could it be that this Qin Xiaotian is really a nemesis? First his father, then Father Qin, the next will be her?

Thinking of this, Liu's mother trembled all over, and her face was also full of embarrassment, how should this be good.

"Treat me Li San as someone, I haven't eaten eggs and haven't seen chicken feathers. Since you are prevaricating me with this dying sick chicken, I can tell you that if it weren't for the white-haired monster who self-destructed and suppressed the village by me, how could our village have such a good life now. Li San crossed his waist with one hand, clenched his fist with the other hand and raised his mother's fingers to his nose, his expression was extremely arrogant, as if what came out of his mouth was true.

As he spoke, he suddenly jumped up from the stone mill, landed on his feet, and leisurely carried the old hen that he rubbed and almost flashed the skeleton, and limped towards the west house where his stove was located.

Liu's mother twitched in her heart. "What can I do about this, could it be that Xiaotian, this kid is really a disaster star,,, hey,,, you said that I was fine, what kind of evil did I come from afar!" Seeing that Qin Xiaotian was about to rush in front of him, he was ruthless in his heart, and he dropped the bamboo basket and ran away, but he didn't run a few steps, since he was hit in the head by the soybeans flying from afar, he fell into the ditch in the field and died.

Li San, who was plucking his hair in the house, heard the sound, rushed out of the door, and saw Liu's mother with four feet in the sky, both surprised and a little proud. "What did I say,,, I don't have to regret it now!"

Shaking his head, he was indescribably proud, and was about to step forward to pick up the grain cakes scattered all over the place, but suddenly heard the shouts of the children in the village, "Oh no, Mother Liu was killed by Qin Xiaotian. ”