The life of the old village chief and Junjun is very simple, the bamboo house is only an ordinary size, walking through the courtyard, to the living room, you will find that there are no furnishings except for some necessary tables and chairs.

Jun Jun returned home, lit a candle, helped Hua Yunlong to sit down, and said, "Grandpa, wait a minute, I'll cook soon." With that, he ran to the kitchen in a hurry.

After a while, Hua Yunlong, who was dozing off in his chair, smelled the fragrance of fish soup.

"Grandpa, the fish soup is ready, let's eat." Jun Jun took the fish soup and put it in front of Hua Yunlong and said.

"Well, you can eat it too. Hua Yunlong said.

Jun Jun nodded, looking at the food on the table, he swallowed his saliva, the thick fish soup showed a milky white color, exuding an attractive fragrance, and there was a plate of fried pork slices with green vegetables next to it, the heat was perfect, the meat slices were fried to the outside and tender inside, but the green vegetables were not too old, with a fresh feeling, making people salivate.

I have to say that Junjun's cooking skills have reached a certain level, even Hua Yunlong, who is a little uncomfortable, has eaten a few more bites.

Junjun gobbles up and is proud of his cooking skills. It's not his first time cooking, but when he first came here a year ago, his cooking skills were almost the same as they are now. It seems that he learned to cook a long time ago, or maybe he was a natural cook? In my memory, there seems to be a very lazy guy who cooks for that guy. Who is he? Like...... Oops, don't think about it anymore, your head will hurt again if you think about it again.

The old village chief of Hua Yunlong had already stopped his chopsticks and looked kindly at Jun Jun, who was gradually frowning, and then letting go.

After eating, Jun Jun looked at Hua Yunlong and asked, "Grandpa, are the things you said today true?"

"I've seen everything about the star-gazing things from ancient books, so if you have time, you can come to my room and take a look. Hua Yunlong said.

"Grandpa, that's not what I'm talking about. Jun Jun said.

"Oh, what's that?" Hua Yunlong asked.

"Flower God, does it really exist?"

Hearing this, Hua Yunlong didn't expect this to be the problem, he stared at Jun Jun, and from Jun Jun's eyes, he saw the solemnity that a twelve-year-old child should not have.

After a long time, he spoke: "I don't know."

Seeing Junjun's disappointed look, he sighed and continued, "But I believe it, do you believe it?"

In an instant, the look of disappointment on Junjun's face disappeared, replaced by confusion and confusion.

"It's late, let's go back to the room" Looking at Jun Jun who lowered his head and pondered, Hua Yunlong said.

The moonlight is like water, pouring down, and the night breeze is like ink, refreshing people's hearts.

In the room, Junjun sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at the moon outside the window in a daze, his eyes blurred, letting the night breeze blow on his face.

A year ago, he was brought here by the village chief's grandfather, when he had amnesia. Of course, there is no reply now.

Although the village chief's grandfather gave him a very cordial feeling, although after a year of running-in, everyone in the village began to accept his existence. However, he always felt that there was a very nasty fellow waiting for him, and he seemed to have something very important to do in his memory.

But every time I tried to think about it all, my head would hurt more and more, even to the point of fainting. Therefore, in the beginning, he suffered from this unprovoked torment. Later, under the guidance of the village chief's grandfather, he figured it out himself, let it be, maybe one day he will remember everything.

And when he heard the legend of the god of flowers, he thought that the god is omnipotent, so can he help himself recover his lost memories?

These things kept echoing in Junjun's mind, like a bell ringing in the hollow valley for a long time, like a howling wind and snow in the cold winter. Gradually, Junjun closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

In the early morning, the sound of birds wakes up the sleeping world, and the warm morning sun drives away the cold of the night.

In the room, Jun Jun's eyes can be seen tightly closed, and his frowning brows and sweating profusely indicate that something terrible happened in his dream.

Suddenly, Junjun suddenly woke up from his dream, his forehead covered with sweat. He gulped in the air, feeling his heart still beating violently. It's that dream again, the dream that started a year ago. Ever since he had lost his memory, he would have that dream whenever he fell asleep. Therefore, for the past year, he had spent almost every night in cross-legged meditation, but yesterday, he had fallen asleep.

In the dream, there is endless thunder, there is light, colorful light, and every time I wake up from the dream, it will be accompanied by a roar. As for the rest, I can't remember anything. Jun Jun looked in a trance, took a deep breath, he suddenly sneered, and muttered, "It's this dream again, how long are you going to pester me, or what do you want to tell me?" ”

At this moment, Junjun is not afraid, nor is he afraid, perhaps because he has been afraid and feared too much in the past year, or maybe it is due to the ignorance and fearlessness of the young man's heart. Now, he is just at a loss for all this, just a desire to seek the truth.

Outside the window, the cool morning breeze blew through the willow trees beside the house, startling a few birds to fly away, curling without a trace.

After a while, Junjun finished washing, and tiptoed out the door, carefully looking back at Hua Yunlong sleeping on the chair from time to time. Just as he was about to step out of the door, Hua Yunlong's voice came from his ears: "Stop." ”

Hearing this voice, Jun Jun knew that his plan for today was in vain, "Haha, grandpa, you got up so early." "Now, Junjun can only play haha.

"Where are you going?" Hua Yunlong squinted slightly.

Just when Jun Jun wanted to talk about practicing martial arts from Uncle Xiaoliang, he found that a sharp gaze flashed from the old village chief's slightly narrowed eyes, and he knew that he couldn't hide it from Hua Yunlong at all, so he had to say two words weakly: "In the mountains"

I don't know how long it took, when Jun Jun was about to tremble in his legs, but he heard Hua Yunlong say tepidly: "You also went to the mountains yesterday, right?"

Looking at the calm Hua Yunlong, Jun Jun was half frightened to death, don't look at the usual amiable appearance of the old village chief, that's when you didn't see him angry, last time he secretly ran to the mountains, but he was beaten by him as soon as he arrived at the door! After that, Jun Jun lay on the bed for three days, no, it was five days. He also didn't understand why Hua Yunlong would forbid him to enter the mountain, saying that it was dangerous in the mountain.

But the fact is that there is a danger of fart, he has been there several times, there are only some ordinary beasts on the outskirts of the mountain, even if it is the occasional first-order demon beast, Jun Jun is sure to escape in time. However, having said that, the periphery of the mountains and forests is not dangerous, but as long as you step over the cordon and go deep into the mountains, then, sorry, even if you are a strong spirit gatherer, you can only bleed. After all, this mountain is a terrifying "100,000 mountain" in the cultivation world. In the depths of the mountains and forests, there are countless high-level demon beasts, and there are even legendary holy beasts and divine beasts. Moreover, what is really frightening is that in the distant mythology of the cultivation realm, there are supreme forbidden gods and demons in the depths of the mountain, which are existences that may not be able to defeat even if the cultivation supreme makes a move!

Thinking of this, Jun Jun shivered fiercely. However, the outskirts of the mountain are very safe, Junjun guarantees with his personality!

Looking at Jun Jun, who was standing there motionless, Hua Yunlong also felt a little funny. His eyes slowly opened. He looked at Jun Jun kindly and said, "Today, you are Uncle Zhenghu and they are also going to hunt in the mountains, so you can follow in." Hua Yunlong's voice did not have a trace of pyrotechnics, which made Jun Jun feel very worried.

"Ahem"

Just as Junjun hesitated to leave, the old village chief coughed sharply.

"Grandpa, are you alright? Jun Jun hurriedly ran to Hua Yunlong's side and asked with concern.

After coughing for a long time, Hua Yunlong slowly recovered and said, "It's okay, I'll just rest for a while." You go quickly, or you won't be able to keep up with the group. ”

Looking at the old village chief who was gradually falling asleep, Junjun found a quilt to cover it, and his eyes looked very complicated. For this old guy who forbade himself to enter the mountain and tried to use force to make himself submit, Junjun used to hate it so much, and always fantasized that one day when he became stronger, he would teach him a hard lesson in his own way. But when Hua Yunlong was unwell and kept coughing, he would want him to get better from the bottom of his heart. This kind of emotion is indeed very complicated for a twelve-year-old boy. After I don't know how long, Junjun came back to his senses and left the bamboo courtyard.

In the courtyard, the old man was lying on a rocking chair, his eyes closed, and his sunken eye sockets looked a little terrifying. With the sound of his chair swaying, he muttered to himself, "Am I overthinking?"

After a long time, there was another sigh.