"Lao Tzu is back, come out and help" Far away, Yu shouted to the people in the small fishing village.

More than 30 men quickly ran out of the fishing village and scolded: "You don't want to die, recently the rebels have used Daze corpses to run all over the field, and you are not enough to stuff your teeth when you meet the big guys."

Yu listened to everyone's words, pointed at Uncle Cheng, and was speechless for a long time. It's weird, it's weird.

I don't know who saw the keel behind the ship, "That...... What's that, hit me, I might ...... Didn't wake up". A burly old man said to the person next to him.

He is the old village chief Xiang Shu, the first master of the fishing village, the Chaos Four Heavens. He groped for the dragon bone, "It's really a creation, the backbone of the Jiao Snake in the Xuan Realm has a trace of the dragon climate, where did you pick it up?"

"This is not a pick-up, it is this four-horned fish that is dead, and we swaggered to take it," Yu said proudly.

"Nonsense, you can fight the snake," Uncle Xiang disagreed. Yu Yu pointed to the child in Uncle Cheng's hand, "This snake wants to eat him, and then there will be no more."

Uncle Xiang looked at Xiao Shaoyang, and then at Uncle Cheng and said, "Where did the old immortal kidnap come from?"

"It's not a crutch, it's a pick-up, it's a ......pick-up," Uncle Cheng explained.

"This kid will follow you in the future"?

"Yes, since I picked it up, I have a fate, and I am also a companion to the old man, and I don't have a few years to live."

Uncle Xiang pouted, "You said this a hundred years ago, alas! You were so old a hundred years ago, you really don't die." Isn't there only two hundred years of longevity in the Chaos Realm?" Uncle Xiang was puzzled and shook his head.

"It's good to follow you, it's good, you're not reliable, but you're really a mysterious guy. The people in my fishing village are thin, and many children are not bad, and after cultivating in the future, I will be a good fisherman," said Uncle Xiang, the village head, very happily.

The children in the village also gathered around curiously, and asked in a gossiping voice, "Grandpa, this is the child you picked up, what is his name and what is his name?"

Changsheng is the third son of Youyu, and the others have suffered accidents, so Yu named him Changsheng and lived for a long time.

Uncle Cheng smiled and pulled out the child's little hand in his arms and said, "Look at whether he has words on his hand?"

Changsheng looked at it for a while, and read out the word "Shaoyang" not very proficiently.

"Yes, his name is Shaoyang, this may be the name his family gave him, if he can, who will let his child drift. Poor man, the last egg in the hen's coop."

Uncle Cheng didn't care if Changsheng could understand it or not, and said incomprehensible things to himself......

"And what's his last name? Xiao Changsheng then said, "Our whole village is surnamed Yu, is his name Yu Shaoyang?" "No, he doesn't have the surname Yu. I don't know......"

When the blood stains the sky, the avenue is not good, I go on the road alone, who can tell where I came from? When the clouds open and the fog disperses, where is the world of life and death......?

One old and one young, you and I are discussing the simplest topics, for a long time, for a long time...... At sunset, it's especially interesting.

The sky is getting dark, the fishing village has set up a cauldron, today Uncle Cheng and Yu ran away unexpectedly, the harvest is quite rich, and the fish in the waterway is enough to eat for half a year. According to tradition, every harvest is celebrated by the whole village, and today is no exception.

That old Wang Ba became the main dish, and its beautiful name is called the Ten Perfect Tonic Soup. The giant turtle of more than fifty catties was quickly put into the pot. A cauldron boiled in the center of the village, and on summer nights, the breeze blew and the smell of meat wafted wantonly.

In the village, a dozen and a half children scratched their ears and cheeks, extremely anxious, gathered around the pot, and half of their red faces were reflected in the fire.

Although the people in the fishing village are rough, they are more simple, looking at this group of people, Uncle Cheng smiled and was very happy, this may be the reason why he settled here.

Human touch, how many people still have humanity in this chaotic world?

The men in the village brought in the pork and mutton that they don't often eat, the women were busy preparing to eat, and a dozen children in the distance were chasing after me. The smoke curls and the enticing aroma of meat wafts out, making people appetite greater.

The women of each family began to step forward to divide the meat, and their simple eyes flashed the most sincere prayers, for them, the safety of their families, the happy growth of their children, and the successive harvests may be the best gift from heaven.

"It's time to eat!" I don't know who shouted at the crowd, and a group of children rushed over like monkeys, eating turtle soup with their own small bowls. A group of men chatted about women around the campfire, drinking home-brewed turbid wine and eating roasted pork and mutton, and the starlight shone on their slightly drunk faces.

"You all have something to eat, but what does this little cub eat, Lao Tzu doesn't produce milk. Eating the soup of the old turtle, Uncle Cheng, who was full of red light, muttered.

Xiao Shaoyang looked at him with blank eyes, "Why don't you give you a bite too?" The old man was eager to try.

"You're crazy, is this for children," said a woman who had just shared the meal, "Children need to be fed, do you understand?" ”

The old man's face turned red rarely, and the woman scolded stupidly, "If you are not ashamed, won't you look at the cattle and sheep in the village?" Uncle Cheng suddenly realized.

Hurriedly pressed Xiao Shaoyang directly on the belly of the cow, the cow was frightened, and a cow's hoof bounced on Uncle Cheng's face. "Scolding people say that the brain let the donkey kick, and today Lao Tzu actually let the cow kick" Uncle Cheng wanted to cry without tears.

Sad little Shaoyang, he didn't know that he would have to 'survive' like this for the next half a year. The immortal who was witnessing everything next to him observed a three-minute silence for him......

The clear sky at the end of late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; Intense white light danced in the air, like microwaves on the surface of the sea; The reed forests swayed in the wind like fluctuating goose-yellow water; The yellowed leaves give the fishing village a withered color.

The late autumn frost covered the meadows, and half a year passed like this......

"Master...... Lord, it's good outside...... Beautiful" In a small wooden house, the babbling children's voice came out, and Xiao Shaoyang staggered to the grass, leaving a series of clear small footprints behind him.

Uncle Cheng looked at him from a distance, with a kind smile on his face, he hadn't been like this for a long time.

Next to him, Uncle Xiang said softly to Uncle Cheng: "It's too demonic, how old is this to run all over the road, is he half a year old"?

"Is it because you yourself are shallow, is it not normal to be half a year old? He has luck, not to mention that he is ......" Uncle Cheng stopped talking halfway through. His deep eyes stared at the Divine Dragon Qi Luck and the Primordial Heavenly Dao Phantom in Xiao Shaoyang's body.

"You know him so well, he can't be your illegitimate son. Uncle Xiang quipped

"You'll never know who he is, he's just like me, he's a mystery, old man. ”

"Really...... A natural pair of living treasures" Uncle Xiang smiled: "I'm old, and I don't want to know so many things." ”

"It's been four months since Cangyun destroyed the country, and Tang Tian established himself as the king and unified half of Cangyun. There are frequent movements of different races, and I, Nanze, am also a mixed place of the demon race, so I may not be at peace recently."

"This child came from upstream, and happened to be rescued by you, it is rumored that the last god emperor died in the pursuit, I think it is Xiao Shaoyang, as for you, you are a legend!" Uncle Xiang said.

"You guessed it?"

"Guess, hehe, people are just old and fine. The strength is low, and you are immortal, there is only one possibility, that is, you have lost your strength. If you save him, he will be born. ”

"Okay, after sacrificing to the sky, my power is gone, and I don't care about the world for ten thousand years, but this world is in chaos, and someone will inherit my mantle to protect this world. Uncle Cheng smiled.

"Don't worry, only I know this secret, I will bring it into the coffin, not far away......" Uncle Xiang was stunned.

Uncle Cheng shook his head and didn't speak, he had seen too many things like this, he didn't want to care about it anymore, and he couldn't care about it...... If there is no immortality, who has an immortal body?"Fighting, fighting, spending immortality, spending the sky, in the end, can't live the hearts of the people......

Cabins, lit up. "Shaoyang, is it good for grandpa to teach you to read"?

"Master...... Why should you be literate"?

"Only when people know words can they learn more knowledge, can they be strong, and protect everything they want to protect."

"Okay, Shaoyang wants to learn knowledge and protect grandpa for a lifetime." Shaoyang said happily.

"No, Shaoyang will not only protect grandpa in the future, but also protect the whole world," Uncle Cheng said with a smile......

One day, Changsheng read "Zhao Qian, Sun Li, Zhou, Wu, Zheng Wang...... and the hundred family names have been read very slippery. He suddenly asked: "Grandpa, there are surnames on all family names, why am I only called Shaoyang and have no surname?"

As he spoke, he looked at the scar on his right arm with the word Shaoyang, and looked depressed.

"Everyone has a surname, it is where a person comes from, just like the people in the village, they all have the surname Yu. Because they are the descendants of Dayu. As for you, Grandpa only had your name when he picked you up. ”

"Why don't I have a surname, my parents don't love me, I will only be good to my grandfather in the future, I want to follow my grandfather's surname. ”

"Is Grandpa also surnamed Yu?" asked Shaoyang

"No, grandpa is older than Dayu, how can it be his descendant, grandpa's surname is Li, Zhao Qiansun Li's Li. ”

"Great, I also have a surname, my name is Li Shaoyang, it's so good" The trouble disappeared in an instant, and he laughed happily, after all, he was just a child.

Li Huacheng hunched back slightly, looking at Xiao Shaoyang, a flower bloomed on his ravine-lined face. I don't know if it's a successor or because of what.

Maybe he is really old, the era that belongs to him has long passed, and the way of the world has changed, but in the end, there are people who can 'establish their hearts for heaven and earth', 'continue to learn for the saints', and 'open peace for all generations'.

What is lost, it will be returned...... This is his life.

If one day, you lose where you came from, don't blame the unknown, maybe this is their best choice at that time...... The truth may be important, but we can't deny the poignant truth behind it...... One day, the green silk will be scattered, the snow will be full of white heads, and then look back, the long road of life, is the original intention?

"When will you be in the middle of the house? The frost melted, the red sun rose, and an old man turned slowly, the sun shining brightly on his clumsy figure, but behind him it became darker and darker.