"Daddy."

Not long after, Xie Jingtian's son finally woke up and saw Xie Jingtian shouting softly.

Xie Jingtian cried with joy, holding his son and refusing to let go.

"Dad, who are they?"

The little guy glanced at Zimo and the others, not only was he afraid, but he also showed an interested look on his face, because he had never seen such a beautiful sister, and the beautiful clothes on their bodies.

Xie Jingtian secretly scolded himself for being confused, hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said with a smile: "This is all your life-saving benefactor, one by one, I haven't come to thank others."

Xie Yiyi is a big ghost, very eye-catching, and he has to kneel down when he gets up.

Zimo gently flicked his sleeves, and the little guy couldn't kneel down, he smiled: "No need to kneel, your father saved us back then, and I should save you, it turns out that your name is Yiyi."

Zi Chan also squatted down and pinched Xie Yiyi's face, took out a handful of food from the storage bracelet and handed it over, "Come, Auntie, there is something delicious here."

Xie Yiyi pursed his lips one by one, he wanted to reach out to pick it up, but his father said that he couldn't take other people's things indiscriminately, so he turned his head to look at his father with a look of anticipation.

"Take it if you want to eat it."

Xie Jingtian had a doting look on his face, touched his son's head and smiled.

Xie Yiyi reached out and took it, and while stuffing it into his mouth, he said vaguely, "Thank you, beautiful aunt."

Hearing Xie Yiyi's words, which caused everyone to laugh, Zi Chan's eyes narrowed together, and he took out some gadgets and gave them to him, and even took out the little soul beast that Zimo gave her at the beginning for Xie Yi to touch one by one.

Xie Yiyi saw the soul beast one by one, and his eyes never left the little thing that had grown to a foot long and covered in pitch black, and it seemed that the delicious food in his mouth was not so fragrant.

Not long after, Zimo looked at Xie Jingtian, who was holding his son, and said with a smile: "Xie Lang is more than ten years old, if you don't dislike it, I will call you Brother Xie."

Xie Jingtian's expression was stunned, and then he smiled bitterly: "This is the best, we don't have to see the outside, it looks raw." I really envy you, if you don't say it, who can see that I am only ten years older than you, and you still look like a teenager, and I already have gray temples."

When Zimo and several people heard this, they were all full of smiles, if they didn't know, they would believe that Zimo was Xie Jingtian's nephew.

After thinking about it again, Zimo bit his lip and said a little unbearably, "Brother Xie, there is something I want to make clear to you."

Xie Jingtian saw Zimo's expression, and he had a bad premonition in his heart, and he said in a deep voice, "Is there something wrong with Yiyi's body?"

Zimo nodded, thought for a while and then explained: "Yiyi's body is not completely well, I just temporarily helped him imprison the things in his body, and when the time comes, he will still be in a coma as often as before."

Xie Jingtian sighed, and for a moment it seemed to be several years older.

Although Xie Yiyi is not very old, he seems to understand something at the moment, and comforts Xie Jingtian: "Daddy is fine, if I die, you will have another brother, before I was always afraid that you and my mother would not hurt me if they had a brother, but now it's okay, with a younger brother, I can still help me take care of you."

Speaking of this, Xie Yiyi lowered his head and whispered, "It's just... It's just that you and your mother don't forget me, I won't blame you."

Xie Jingtian's lips trembled when he heard this, and the man who was more than a year old hugged his son tightly and couldn't say a word.

Seeing this, Zimo's heart was also mixed, he didn't know how to speak, and he didn't know whether it was right or wrong to take this little guy.

Xie Jingtian raised his head to look at Zimo, moved his lips, and then sighed again, and said with hope, "How long can you hold on?"

Zimo knew that Xie Jingtian asked how long the fastening would last, and he said softly, "Three years, the fastening will disappear after three years."

"It's only three years..."

Xie Jingtian's voice was low, and he looked a little overwhelmed.

After thinking for a moment, Zimo was still ready to tell Xie Jing about his plans

Heaven, he slowly said, "There is only one way to save him, and I don't know if you want to or not."

"What's the solution? As long as I can save my son, I will do anything."

Xie Jingtian seemed to have grasped the last straw and said excitedly.

Seeing him, Zimo seemed to see that he had sacrificed everything to save his sister many years ago, and even if he died, he would not hesitate at all.

"One by one, you need to follow me and enter the cultivation realm, as long as he becomes a monk, his problem will naturally be solved, maybe there will be a great monk in your family in the future."

Zimo didn't hide it, ten ways.

Xie Jingtian's face was full of struggle, and he still didn't give up and said, "Is there no other way?"

Zimo shook his head slightly, shattering Xie Jingtian's last hope.

"I'm just telling you the truth, the choice is in your hands, no matter what you choose, I will respect your decision, but I dare to assure Brother Xie here that if you follow me one by one, I will definitely not let him be wronged, with his qualifications, he will definitely be a big man in the cultivation world in the future."

After a pause, Zimo's words changed, "If you choose to let him stay by his side, then I will also leave him a piece of exercise for him to cultivate by himself, as for whether he can embark on the path of cultivating the truth, it is all up to him."

Zimo has done this, he is already benevolent and righteous, as for what they do, he will not forcibly interfere, some things pay attention to fate, and he will not force it without fate.

When everyone was silent, Ji Zhengtian coughed lightly and said, "Why don't we listen to the little doll's opinion, although he is young, but this is about his own future, I think he has this right."

When Zimo heard this, his eyes lit up, and he echoed: "That's right, I think Yiyi has the right to choose one by one."

Xie Yi blinked his eyes one by one, and said in confusion, "Uncle, what is Xiuzhen?"

Zimo didn't speak, but his mind moved, and all eight flying swords flew out of his body, and then flew up and down around him, and then controlled the eight flying swords to all fall in front of Xie Yiyi like fish, making a buzzing sound.

"Wow, uncle, if I were to cultivate the truth, would I be like you in the future?"

Xie Yi was attracted by Zimo's flying sword one by one, and he was a little scared when he wanted to reach out and touch it, and said timidly.

"As long as you cultivate diligently, you will definitely be very powerful in the future, even much more powerful than me, and if you want to go home at that time, you can come back."

Shifting his gaze to Xie Jingtian, Zimo smiled and said, "Brother Xie, in fact, there is another way, your whole family will come with me, and I will arrange a place for you to live at the bottom of the mountain at that time, which will also be very convenient."

Xie Jingtian looked up at his house, then at the courtyard outside the door, a smile appeared on his face, and then he shook his head gently, "My family has lived here for generations, and I have long been used to it. I just want to return to the roots of the fallen leaves, guard my own one-third of an acre of land at sunrise and sunset, and my heart is also steady. If we go there, we don't even have anyone to talk to, and this loneliness is even more unbearable, and people don't want to run around when they get old, and they can't compare to you young people."

Xie Jingtian touched his son's head, and had already made a decision in his heart, since his son wanted to see the mysterious world, let him go, the chicks will always leave the nest one day, it's just a matter of time.

Not long after, Xie Jingtian's wife and daughter finally returned, and the two of them saw Xie Yiyi, who had woken up, and kept saying that the mountain god had appeared, and the mountain god had appeared.

When Xie Jingtian heard this, he could only smile wryly and tell the two of them the ins and outs of the matter.

Xie Jingtian's wife just hugged her son and didn't say a word, and the husband and wife were relatively speechless, but they both understood each other's decisions.

At this time, Zimo and the others had already left the house and stood in the courtyard waiting for their answer.

After a long time, a family of four walked out of the house, all four with tears on their faces.

However, both husband and wife forced their faces to laugh, and they didn't seem to want their son to be sad.

Xie Jingtian showed an extremely ugly smile

, "Brother Zimo, I'll hand it over to you one by one in the future, don't let people bully him."

Zimo bowed slightly, and said categorically: "I don't die, no one can bully him, this is my promise to you."

"Little brother Zimo, we husband and wife don't want our son to be rich and rich, we just want him to be safe, that's enough, you will have to worry more in the future."

Xie Jingtian's wife gave a salute to Zimo, and tears kept rolling in her eyes, but this simple woman in the mountain village endured it all her life and didn't let the tears fall, but her slightly rough face was full of reluctance.

Women are weak, but mothers are strong.

Nodding, the white light flashed in Zimo's hand, and three bottles appeared, and he said in a deep voice: "If Brother Xie has an incurable disease that cannot be solved, you can take a pill in this bottle, although it can't bring the dead back to life, but at least it can make you live a long life."

Xie Jingtian was not hypocritical, he reached out and caught the three bottles that flew slowly, even if he didn't need it, his future children and grandchildren would definitely use it.

Zimo groaned slightly, and took out three more charms, "If there is a danger that you can't handle, these three charms can help you tide over the difficulties, just throw them out, but don't expose them, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."

Xie Jingtian held the three charms in his hand and nodded heavily.

Then Zimo took the array flag and arranged a small mixed yuan array in Xie Jingtian's puzzlement, which was enough to protect the safety of their family.

That is, when Xie Jingtian was ninety years old, there was a flash flood in Wutong Village, and the houses in the village collapsed and suffered heavy casualties, but their family was not injured even at all, as if there was an invisible ball that wrapped their home and protected their safety, and it was at that time that Xie Jingtian remembered what Zimo had done today.

In the end, Xie Jingtian and his wife lived for more than 130 years, which can be described as the old birthday stars of Wutong Village, and the husband and wife also died on the same day, lying on the bed, holding each other's hands, and smiling.

The people in the village had been inquiring about the secret of Xie Langzhong's husband and wife's longevity, but they were finally dismissed by him on the pretext that he often did good deeds and had few troubles.

It's just that before Xie Jingtian died, in addition to missing his son Xie Yiyi, the young man with white hair who called himself Brother Xie kept coming to mind.

I'm afraid this is the only regret in his life.

Because of this life, the two never saw each other again.