The morning sun is always so fascinating, breathing in the fresh air, the boy stretched his comfortable waist, turned around and picked up the hoe in his hand, looking at the morning sun, his face was full of smiles. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This young man, named Lin Yun, has no father or mother, he is an orphan, and the town where he is located is a small place called Baili Village.

Ten years ago, on a stormy night, the old pot head picked him up in a ruined temple. This old pot head, is living in this hundred miles of village, his life without a wife and no children, relying on farming for a living, that day, he happened to go to the town to exchange food for some supplies, the road was indeed a sudden heavy rain, into the broken temple to avoid the rain, he met Lin Yun. Get the old pot head and think that this is a child that God has given himself. Lao Guotou's surname is Lin, so he gave this child a name, Lin Yun.

The old pot head who lives by farming, since he adopted Lin Yun, that day is even more difficult, the constraints of life, so that the old pot head has to find new ways to make money, I heard that hunting in the mountains can make a lot of silver, he went hunting, heard that yam can make money, he went to dig yam to sell, these years, for this child, the old pot head is also more old.

However, people say that the children of poor families are in charge of the house early, which is true, this Lin Yun is also filial, shouting a grandfather every day, but it also makes the tasteless life of the old pot head seem fun.

Unconsciously, ten years have passed, the old pot head is now more than eighty years old, Lin Yun is now ten years old, the old pot head can't walk, Lin Yun has to carry this family by himself, go up the mountain every day to pick herbs, catch pheasants, but also be able to maintain the small life of this family.

Today is a good day, Xiao Lin Yun, who was going to pick herbs, accidentally caught a pheasant, but it is also strange to say, that pheasant, it seems to be injured, but it doesn't matter, anyway, I picked it up, it's not my own.

Lin Yun happily trotted all the way back, because he caught a pheasant all the time today, but Lin Yun had his own plans in his heart, he didn't plan to sell the pheasant, because he knew that his grandfather hadn't eaten a good meal over the years, so Lin Yun planned to make chicken soup for his grandfather to eat. Lin Yun went up the mountain early in the morning to collect medicine, and now it was already noon, and he didn't know if he would be able to go back in time.

"Grandpa!"

As soon as Lin Yun came back, he saw his grandfather cooking, and his rickety figure made Lin Yun feel distressed. "Xiaoyun is back. ”

The old pot head looked very happy, every time he heard Lin Yun call grandpa, it always made this old man look extremely happy, and from his eyes, he could see that he was full of love for Lin Yun. "Come on, eat, grandpa made your favorite sweet potato today. ”

"Look, what did I catch today?"

Lin Yun waved the pheasant in his hand, "It's a pheasant, grandpa, we're eating chicken today!"

"Eat chicken today!"

Lao Guotou originally wanted to say that he would sell this pheasant and save some money for Xiaoyun to study in the town, but after thinking about it, this family has not eaten meat for a long time, and Xiaoyun is still growing up.

For a meal of chicken, the old pot head didn't eat much, just drank a little soup.

"Xiaoyun" The old pot head touched Lin Yun's little head, "Today, there is a big fairy in the east of the village who comes to read a book, let's go and listen to it in the afternoon." ”

As soon as Lin Yun heard that it was a storyteller, he immediately became interested. This storyteller is a god, and he can always say some strange things, and there are immortals in this world.

"Grandpa, you say, are there really immortals in this world?" Lin Yun tilted his head and asked, every time he went to listen to that big fairy's story, Lin Yun felt that this world was too big, the outside world must be wonderful, maybe there were immortals, maybe there were fairies.

"Immortals. ”

The old pot head smiled and touched Lin Yun's head, whether the immortals existed or not, he didn't know, but many years ago.

Once again, Lao Guotou went up the mountain to dig herbs and picked up a very cherished herb, but the herb grew on the cliff, that is, Lao Guotou already had Lin Yun, and if he was able to pick herbs, he would definitely be able to sell them at a good price, and then he would have money to buy food for Lin Yun to eat. The old pot head decided to take a risk, seek wealth and danger, and go to the harvest, and life may be much better.

What the old pot head never expected was that just when he was about to pick some herbs with a rope tied, the herbs suddenly stood up from the cliff, yes, just stood up! Even the roots, like human legs, ran away in a puff of smoke. Now the old pot head was so frightened that he didn't grasp the rope and fell off the cliff. I thought that I wouldn't survive today's old pot head, but I never thought that just when I thought I was about to die, a person with a sword pulled himself!

The old pot head fainted on the spot, and when he woke up, the person was gone, but the old pot head did not forget, it was not a dream.

When I was young, Lao Guotou had heard that in this world, there are so-called cultivators who can soar through the clouds and mist, perhaps, this is the so-called immortal.

"Yes. The old pot head smiled and said, "Look at that big fairy, it's a fairy." ”

"Hmm, grandpa, you say, will the immortals be immortal. Lin Yun asked, if the immortals can live forever, "Grandpa, I want to find the immortals, so that you can live forever, and we can be together forever." ”

Listening to Lin Yun's words, the old pot couldn't help but feel sour, yes, his time is running out, Lin Yun is still a child, what can I do.

"Pure nonsense, go and listen to the book. "The old pot head knocked on Lin Yun's head, if there is really an immortal, take Xiao Yun away, in this way, I can also leave with peace of mind, the pain in the old pot head's heart, only I can understand it."

Lin Yun trotted all the way to the east end of the village, Da Xian'er was already sitting on the stage, there were children and adults in the audience, all of them came to listen to the story, but it was lively.

"Xiaoyun, here!" a child in the crowd beckoned to Lin Yun, "Come on, come on, it's going to start right away." ”

"Dogs. ”

This child is the person who has played with Lin Yun since he was a child, Zhao Goudan, and he doesn't know what his family thinks, so he gave him such a shabby name.

"Gee, why are you here now. Dogan complained, "Thanks to my wit, I left you a bench" as he said Dogan conjured a bench from under his buttocks.

"Uh-huh, it's started, I don't know what to say today. Lin Yun didn't care about the dog's complaint at all, his eyes were hot and he looked at the stage, this great immortal, I don't know what good stories to bring today.