Ye Ningshuang's eyes also began to dim, and all the birds in the sky seemed to have turned into pieces of paper.

Then she also returned to her childhood, to the old blacksmith in Lonely Smoke City.

The smell of rust in the blacksmith woke up Ye Ningshuang, who had turned into a little girl, she opened her eyes, sighed at the sound of ironwork in her ears, and shouted: "Dad, can you not work so early?"

Ye Cheng's voice came from outside the house: "How can I feed you if I don't strike iron, you can't eat and you won't get fat, how can you marry if you don't grow fat." ”

Xiao Ye Ningshuang rolled her eyes, then got out of the warm quilt, and shouted back: "Dad, I'm only six years old, so you care so much about marrying me off?"

"When a girl is naturally married, what kind of boy do you like?"

Ye Ningshuang replied while making the bed: "Just be like your father, down-to-earth." ”

As soon as these words came out, Ye Cheng, who was striking iron, couldn't hold back his laughter, and he asked, "Why don't you want a big hero?"

Ye Ningshuang asked rhetorically, "What is the big hero?"

Ye Cheng didn't answer again, because in fact, Ye Cheng didn't even know what a big hero was at this time.

After a while, Ye Ningshuang, who had finished making the bed, jumped off the bed, then put on her small shoes and walked to the kitchen of the blacksmith shop.

The kitchen was very simple, there were leftovers from yesterday on the dining table, she looked at the rice bowl again, and then stretched out her little hand to naturally throw the rice worms out of the threshold, and finally washed the rice, and poured the rice and water into the pot.

Finally, she took out the dry wood, stuffed it into the brick-made stove under the cauldron, and lit the fire. Blow hard.

Xiaoye Ningshuang's smiling face was bulging and deflated, and her appearance looked extremely cute. But it was obviously a lot of hard work, after blowing it for a while. Ye Ningshuang was out of breath.

Ye Cheng walked into the simple kitchen at this time, looked at his daughter and asked with some distress, "Where is the fan?"

Ye Ningshuang pursed her lips and said, "It was bad yesterday." “

Ye Cheng obviously had no choice, so he had to squat down with Ye Ningshuang, and the father and daughter blew dry firewood together, and the final result was naturally that the fire was ignited, and the faces of the father and daughter turned black.

The two glanced at each other and couldn't help laughing, and Ye Ningshuang wiped a layer of ash on his little face with his fingers. She wiped the few surviving pieces of her father's face cleanly.

The father and daughter giggled and quarreled for a while, and then pouted and washed their faces together.

It's just that after washing his face, Ye Cheng said something very strange: "Girl, I seem to be a little better." “

Ye Ningshuang pursed her lips and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ye Cheng straightened his body and looked at the huge crack in the clear sky, that is, Tianyan said, "I seem to be able to go up." ”

Ye Ningshuang smiled: "Dad, you can pull it down, you still have to be honest in your life." ”

............

The Tianfeng Mountain in the eyes of Monk Zhenjian was also different from Lin Fan and Ye Ningshuang, and the Tianfeng Mountain in his eyes seemed to have become a painting. An ink painting.

Then, unsurprisingly, the monk Zhenjian also returned to his childhood, when he was not a monk, he was just a son of a wealthy merchant family in Vaud.

Monk Zhenjian's parents have been accustomed to him since he was a child. No matter how naughty he was, he was reluctant to beat him up, until he caused a big incident, and his father gave him a hard slap.

"Smack. There was a crisp sound. Xiao Zhenjian, who still had hair, fell to the floor and cried out with a 'wow'.

The figure is a little blessed. The dignified father reprimanded angrily: "You kid, you are really angry with the old man." Don't you know that Shangxian was invited by me at a great cost, you actually peed at the door of Shangxian's guest room, what kind of system did you become, and do you know the etiquette?"

Xiao Zhenjian was beaten a little blindly, he didn't think that Shangxian was some kind of bullshit immortal, and he was a trickster on the street if he died.

It's just that it's best not to make a noise at this time, Xiao Zhenjian knows very well that he is afraid that this time he will have a big deal.

After a slap, the matter seemed to be over, but Zhenjian's loving father took out the gold that he usually hid under the stone bricks under the table, wrapped it in a red cloth, and walked out of the hall.

Zhenjian knew that this was his father going to give a gift, so he patted the dust on his buttocks, stopped crying and went back to his room and slept hard.

When he woke up, it was getting dark, and there was no maid to call him, he touched his belly and was a little hungry, Xiao Zhenjian pushed open the door, and then couldn't take a step.

Blood flowed down the stone slabs in the courtyard, there was not a single corpse, and there were scraps of cloth hanging on the rockery in the courtyard, and blood was the same color, and the favorite clothes of Zhenjian's mother were also the same color.

Xiao Zhenjian swallowed a mouthful of spit, and his two calves trembled slightly into the courtyard and into the hall.

He didn't see a single person, but he was clever from an early age, and he went to the corner of the table where his father hid gold, opened the slate, and found that all the gold, silver, and jewels in it were gone.

is also because of his intelligence, Xiao Zhenjian already knows what is going on, and he can't help crying anymore, and he wants to miss his fat father to slap him again.

The cry naturally did not spread far in the deep courtyard of this mansion, but it was heard by an old monk.

The old monk walked into the courtyard, found Xiao Zhenjian, and asked him, "Do you want revenge?"

Xiao Zhenjian nodded.

The old monk touched Xiao Zhenjian's head and said, "Practice with me." ”

............

When everyone's bodies stopped, Bai Ziming had already issued a warning, and dived into the ground and turned into a grain of soil again.

He didn't get hit, but he knew that everyone but him seemed to be stuck in some kind of illusion.

Wisps of power between heaven and earth were wrapped around them, and Bai Ziming judged from the direction of these forces that they came from the east - there was a formation in the east.

It's just that he is a little hesitant, he doesn't know whether he should go to the east to break the formation, or stay here to protect everyone.

But what is obvious is that he must make a decision as soon as possible, because if the time is delayed for a long time, I am afraid that things will get worse.

Fortunately, at this time, a voice came from his ears, and this voice came from the little white dragon.

After sensing the crisis, the little white dragon still coiled around the shoulder of the Zhenjian monk and did not move, he sensed that only Bai Ziming had escaped from this kind of demon array power, so naturally he could only contact him.

"You stay here, I'll break the formation, and if any of my brothers loses a hair, I'll come back and swallow you. ”

Little White Dragon's words were not a joke, not a warning, but an extremely serious promise.

For him, Sixteen Cavalry and Bai Ziming are not his companions, he only cares about his brother, and entrusting his brother to others naturally has to say so, if Bai Ziming does not protect his brother, he will do what he says. (To be continued.) )