The chase and fight continued throughout the night.

The next morning, when the sun shone on the earth again, the people of the mountains rang the bell to remember those who had died in the attack last night, their graves placed on the hillside behind the village, and their souls wandering in the surrounding mountains, quietly guarding the paradise where they once lived. The carcasses of wild beasts were burned, and thick black smoke rose into the sky, intimidating all evil who coveted the land.

In a quiet hut, the boy lay quietly. Murmurs came from outside the house.

"Haven't you woken up yet?" said the old man's voice with a hint of worry.

"Nope. ”

The small window was slowly opened by a pair of wrinkled hands. A faint light reflects an aged face.

"Old Patriarch"

"Wait. The old man interrupted him.

The boy in the bed had not yet woken up, and quietly seemed to fall into an endless sleep.

He walked into a distant dream. In his dream, he walked on a vast plain, with tall eaves exposed in the distance, and countless auspicious clouds decorated with blue bricks and red tiles. He approached slowly, and two blue clouds floated and flowed on the tall bronze door, and his changing posture seemed to be clouds and mist in front of him. On the plaque hanging high, the phoenix dances with two big characters "Cangyun", a kind of heavy pressure of historical precipitation.

Stepping into the high threshold, there are eight tall stone pillars on both sides of the door, and the stone pillars are carved with incomparably exquisite reliefs.

"Young Master!" eight men in gray clothes in strong suits greeted each other.

As he walked on, through another archway, the surroundings opened up, and in the center of the square stood a huge high platform between the pavilions. He looked around to the left and right, and the originally empty square was now full of people, and they were looking at the high platform in the center. A high-spirited young man was surrounded by clouds, a pair of firm eyes looked at the sky, and the moment his hands clenched into fists, the thin clouds shot straight into the sky. People bowed down, as if only he existed between heaven and earth.

The boy on the bed suddenly frowned.

In that ethereal dream, everything around me changes rapidly. The crowd that had been standing in the square disappeared, replaced by a world of broken ice and gravel. There were two people standing on the high platform, one with his hands covered with clouds, and the other in white clothes with angry eyes. The bluestone countertop was covered with tiny scratches, and several stone pits of different sizes were cracked into the countertop.

The two people facing each other were tense, and the next moment, a piece of ice crystal turned into a meteor flying arrow, and a cloud of clouds changed and shot excitedly,-for-tat.

On the bed, he trembled slightly.

His dreams were dark again. The sky was obscured by gray clouds, and he came to another place. The earth was scarlet, and behind him was the huge city wall, and he saw it again, and the thick clouds of the young man's hands poured into a huge cloud shroud that protruded from the flat earth. Everything inside was blurring with the heaviness of the cloud shroud.

The last image that remained in his eyes was the resolute smile of a young man in white. That figure is so familiar.

"No!" he suddenly opened his eyes on the bed, beads of sweat on his forehead sliding down his cheeks. He was panting, his eyes misty, and tired. He could feel his hands trembling violently from the futon. His mind went blank, and he couldn't recall the scene in the dream just now. I only felt that my chest was tight, and I felt a dull pain while breathing.

"Did you have a nightmare?" He turned his head, and a girl in a green shirt stood by the bed, her thin eyebrows slightly furrowed with a little worry.

He braced his arms and tried to sit up, but his body went limp, and the pain in his chest hit his whole body. Gritting his teeth again, he finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell to the bed. But a pair of delicate little hands held his shoulders and laid him flat. He looked closely, and the girl was leaning over the bed, stretching out her jade-like wrist, twisting her handkerchief lightly, and wiping the sweat from his forehead. The girl suddenly noticed that he was looking at her, and she couldn't help but have a blush on her cheeks.

"When did you wake up?" shouted from outside the door.

"Just now!" someone replied.

"Great!" the footsteps outside the door approached, although the person had not yet entered, but the feeling of old age was revealed from the words, although he did not see himself, but the old man was serious and had been expressed from the respectful voice of others.

The door opened, and an old man hurried in. He suddenly remembered the voice that had commanded the men in the attack, and it was dark at night, and he could only hear that the man was old, but he did not see his face.

"Grandpa!" the girl turned sideways and sneered at the old man. The moment he saw the old man, the boy was surprised.

Although the old man's temples were gray, his face was full of red light, his face was full of energy, his gait was steady, and his body movements did not have the meaning of old age at all. He carefully took a small chair from the corner of the table in the room and sat down gently against the bed.

"Alas, it's not good to be old and not to accept the old! After not taking a few steps, I feel that my legs are numb, and I am not as strong as a young man!" he said with a smile, and his eyes carefully paced the young man's countenance.

The young man uncovered the futon, propped up his elbows, and wanted to get up to salute, but the old man hurriedly persuaded him.

"Why should the prince be polite, if you hadn't sacrificed your life to rescue and kill the wolf king, I'm afraid that more than 100 people in this lonely village would have died in the wolf's belly. ”

The old man re-covered the bedding and carefully took care of the corners.

"How long did I sleep?"

"Two days. Childe was full of uneasiness when he fell asleep, and it seemed that he had muttered a name in his mouth. ”

"Name?" he paused. "What is it?"

"I was afraid of disturbing Childe, so I didn't enter the door, and I heard it vaguely, thinking that it was the shadow left by Childe's attack by the wolf king that night, and it produced a nightmare. ”

"Perhaps" he writhes, feeling the collapse in his body. I cursed myself in my heart.

"Childe doesn't have to be busy getting up, if you don't think this small village is simple, you can live in this cold house for a few days, and it's not too late to recuperate before staying. ”

The old man hesitated for a moment, and then hurriedly added, "If you don't want to stay, please be sure to stay for a meal and accept our heartfelt thanks." Later, I asked the carriage to send the son"

"No, I'm willing to stay. After a few days of interruption, I still need your care so that I can be safe. How can I bother you now? ”

"Very good, very good. The old man was overjoyed.

The boy turned his gaze to the side. "Xiaoyun, what a good name. The boy scrutinized. "People are beautiful, too. He laughed, oblivious to the whispers of the crowd around him and the girl's shy countenance.

The old man smiled. "After talking about it for a long time, I didn't ask for the name of my son, it's true" The old man smiled all over his face with a sneering expression.

"Yun Ao, just call me Yun Ao. ”

"Yun Gongzi!" everyone clenched their fists and shouted in unison.

Yun Ao hurriedly added, "Just call me Yun Ao, you don't have to be so polite." ”

"Yes, Yun Gongzi. The old man looked serious.

"Eh, yes, did you eat first?" Yun Ao hurriedly diverted from the question of the name, estimating that he would have to live a few days of being respected.

"Yes. "Don't look away, old man. "Tell them to get their food ready and bring it here. Someone outside the door responded, and hurried to it. "Xiao Yun, you go and watch it, don't let the food be bad. The girl quietly glanced at Yun Ao and slipped away in the laughing eyes of everyone.

"Since Childe is not in good health, we shouldn't bother us more, so let's just let Childe rest. The old man got up and bowed his hand, and led everyone away, and before going out, he did not forget to ask for a good rest.

"I don't know the old man's name?" Yun Ao suddenly remembered.

"The micro name is not in the ear, how can I talk about the honorable name, the old man, my surname is 'Pu', and the word 'city' is a 'city'. ”

"Thank you, Pruber. ”

The door was gently slammed shut, and the world fell silent again.

Name?, the young man wondered.