That night, Xie Zhuoxing fell asleep in the background sound on both sides.

There was a strange sound of broken bones from Xie Bangyou's side, and from Feng Randay's side, there was a crackling sound of burning fire, occasionally mixed with a few suppressed screams.

Xie Zhuoxing had a dream, in which his mother was chopping chickens, while Uncle Fox was lighting a fire next to him and setting up a pot.

It crouched next to it and wagged its tail expectantly, in a very bright mood.

This is a real scene that happened in reality, it hunted a pheasant that day, and after returning from Cloud City, his mother and uncle fox helped him stew the chicken.

Maybe it was because this chicken was the first prey it caught, Xie Zhuoxing felt that it was the best chicken soup it had ever drunk.

The scene in the dream was so beautiful that it woke up and was a little lost.

The communication charm has dimmed, and the mother has not come back, Xie Zhuoxing drooped his ears, lay alone in the nest and licked his paws, and then barely cheered up, poked his head out of the hole left by the cat's nest, and secretly observed the situation in the room.

The Xuanming Daoist was talking to an uncle he didn't know, probably for fear of waking it, so he set up a soundproof barrier around the cat's nest in advance, and it couldn't hear anything.

Xie Zhuoxing lowered his upper body, stretched his forelimbs, stretched his waist first, and then slowly got out of the cat nest.

Xuanming Daoist noticed that the cub woke up, and his originally tense face was visibly relaxed, ignoring the Xuancang disciple, he stretched out his hands, and was about to hug the cub: "Ouch, our little white is awake." ”

Xie Zhuoxing took the initiative to fly into the arms of Xuanming Daoren, squinted his eyes and yawned, and said softly: "Good morning, grandpa~"

Xuanming Taoist happily hugged the cub and turned it around, glanced at its cat nest, and asked uneasily: "This nest doesn't look big, Xiaobai can't squeeze it when he sleeps, it's better to sleep on Grandpa's soft couch." ”

In fact, when Xuan Ming Dao saw Xie Bangyou take out this cat nest, he was already a little puzzled, his place here is so big, and it is not that there is no place to make a bigger bed for Xiaobai, why should he be so polite to him, and prepare such a cat nest by himself.

It's fun to look at, but it's soft to the touch...... But the space is also too small.

Can my child sleep comfortably?

When Xie Zhuoxing heard this, he hurriedly explained to Xuanming Daoren: "If it's not crowded, Xiaobai likes to sleep in a small nest, because ...... Felt safe. ”

When the mother is there, it sleeps with the mother and is not afraid of anything.

But the mother is not there, it sleeps alone in an empty and quiet room, and is always worried about what monsters will come out of the dark.

A small space like a cat's nest is full of security for it.

Xie Zhuoxing explained embarrassedly: "Xiaobai is not a coward, he is just a little scared occasionally......

Xuanming Daoist was still a little confused, but it wasn't until he heard the reason that he realized.

He didn't speak for a while, and reached out and touched the cub's little head: "Of course Xiaobai is not a coward, but a very brave and tough child. ”

Xie Zhuoxing was praised by Xuan Ming Daoist, the tips of his ears trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but shake his tail happily.

It suddenly remembered something, and hooked the corner of Xuanming Daoren's clothes with its claws: "Can grandpa teach Xiaobai to learn idioms?" ”

"Learn idioms?" Xuanming Daoist was a little surprised, the child was so young, he hadn't even learned the transformation, how could he think of learning idioms?

What a good boy to learn.

"Yes, grandpa just has nothing to do," Xuan Ming Daoist became interested, put the cub on his bookcase, and asked it, "Xiaobai, are you literate now?" ”

Literate?

Xie Zhuoxing froze, shook his head embarrassedly, and then asked curiously, "Can't you learn idioms and read at the same time?" ”

"That's not going to work, you have to take it one step at a time." Seeing that the cub didn't seem to understand, the Xuanming Daoist stacked one book on top of another, and then continued to stack the book: "Learning about this, it's like we stack books together, only when we lay a good foundation, can we go to school layer by layer, if we don't lay a good foundation, it will be like this——"

Xuanming Daoist pulled out the book at the bottom, and the book on it suddenly turned to the side

Tilt and pour into pieces.

Xie Zhuoxing understood: "So, Xiaobai must be literate first in order to learn idioms better?" ”

Xuanming Daoist was relieved: "That's what it means." ”

Xie Zhuoxing was not discouraged by this, and immediately said: "Then Xiaobai will start from literacy!" ”

Xuanming Daoist has accepted two disciples, and has only instructed the apprentice to practice swords, but has no experience in teaching children to read and write, so he can only use the simplest and simplest method-

He wrote down a word and then taught Xiaobai the meaning of the word.

Xuan Ming Daoist originally thought that the efficiency of such a teaching must be very low, but to his surprise, Xiao Bai's memory was completely beyond ordinary people, he only needed to explain it once, and Xiao Bai was able to quickly write it down.

Xuanming Daoist didn't believe in evil at first, and randomly pointed to a taught word and asked, and Xie Zhuoxing could answer it fluently.

Moreover, Xuan Ming Daoist also found that the cub could imitate it exactly by looking at the order of the strokes he wrote, and even the glyphs were not much different from the words he wrote.

Xie Zhuoxing raised his ink-stained claws, raised his head and looked at Xuanming Daoist uncertainly: "Grandpa, am I writing correctly?" ”

Xuanming Taoist: "......"

Xiaobai is a little genius brought up by Master Xie and nephew, this memory and imitation ability are too rebellious!

After teaching, the Xuanming Daoist was already numb.

He simply asked people to go down the mountain to find a copy of "Ciyuan Guangyun" for children's enlightenment, and let the children learn from the dictionary.

When Xie Zhuoxing got the dictionary, he quieted down, staring intently at the contents of the book, and studied very seriously.

Xuanming Taoist touched the child's fluffy little head, full of pity.

Hard-working children, who doesn't like it.

Xie Zhuoxing read the book for a long time, suddenly remembered something, and asked Xuanming Daoist a little shyly: "Grandpa, can you teach Xiaobai to write his mother's name first?" ”

Xuanming Daoist naturally understood its careful thoughts, and happily responded, taking a pen and writing down Xie Wangyou's name.

Xie Zhuoxing followed the strokes of Xuanming Daoren, dipped ink with his little paw, supported the desktop with one claw, and carefully wrote his mother's name on rice paper.

After writing, Xie Zhuoxing squatted in front of the rice paper, looked down at the name of his mother written by himself, and the tail behind him shook quietly.

It turns out that my mother's name is written like this......

Xie Zhuoxing's ink-stained black claw couldn't help but bloom, it looked at what it had written, and then looked at what Xuanming Daoist had written, and it always felt that it was not as good as what his grandfather wrote.

Xuanming Daoist saw that the child was stunned, and wrote down another name: "Look, this is Xiaobai's name, Xie Zhuoxing." ”

Xie Zhuoxing wrote his name under Xie Wanyou's name.

Xuanming Daoist teased it and said, "Next name, who does Xiaobai want to write?" ”

Xie Zhuoxing pondered for a moment in distress, looked at the blank space under his name, the little beard on the side of his face moved, and said a word like a mosquito.

Xuan Ming Daoist didn't hear clearly: "What? ”

The tips of Xie Zhuoxing's ears were dyed with a hint of crimson, and he mustered up his courage and said it again.

After hearing it clearly, Xuanming Daoist was greatly puzzled, and muttered while holding a pen and writing: "It's really weird...... Why do you want to write the name of my fifth junior brother? ”

Xie Zhuoxing held a little selfishness and wrote Feng Rantian's name under his name.

Looking at the three names, the tips of its ears trembled slightly, and it thought very badly in its heart, if it was written like this, Uncle Fox would be trampled under its claws.

It's not because it likes Uncle Fox a little bit!

This morning, it was writing and reading again, and by noon, the time for getting sleepy was a little earlier.

The Xuanming Daoist washed its paws and paws, and carried it back to the cat's nest to sleep.

Rong Du came to visit the second senior brother, but he didn't see the cub, so he asked.

"Xiaobai went to take a nap, and after learning words all morning, he must be tired." Xuanming Daoren cleaned up the rice paper on the table, and couldn't help but show off the cub with his junior brother: "This kid is really smart, no matter what the word, he will learn it as soon as he learns it!" Look at it, these are all written by Xiaobai! ”

Rong Du stepped forward, picked up a piece of paper, and looked at it

The line swept over the handwriting on it, and his eyes suddenly moved: "Even the handwriting is similar to that of senior brother......

"Yes, Xiaobai still writes with little paws, and I don't know how to do it......"

Rong Du hummed lightly and looked at the rice paper.

Xie Zhuoxing didn't write a few in a morning, so Rong Du saw it quickly, and when he turned to the last one, his eyes froze and stayed in the three names.

There are a lot of characters on this rice paper, which are arranged neatly, but these three names stacked together occupy the left corner, leaving blank space on all sides, which seems a little abrupt.

Rong Du stared at the three names that had been put together for a moment and asked, "How could Xiaobai write the name of the fifth senior brother here?" ”

Xuan Ming Daoist replied indifferently: "The child's mind, how can I guess it, it should have been thought of suddenly." ”

Rong Du's gaze turned back to the three names on the paper.

Since giving birth to the demons in his heart, his seven emotions and six desires have been turned upside down, and while he is irritable and irritable, his mind has become more and more sensitive, even if he has cured the demons in his heart, this sensitivity has not dissipated.

Even though he kept telling himself that it might just be a coincidence, new doubts kept rising in his heart.

Why did Xiaobai write these three names together?

Obviously, for Xiaobai, Feng Randay should be just a stranger who can't be beaten by eight poles - or to be more accurate, a stranger who has had a few faces.

For a child, what is the reason for him to write the name of a person who is not close to him in his life with the name of himself and his mother?

Rong Du vaguely realized that he seemed to be ignoring something.

……

While taking a nap, Xie Zhuoxing had another dream.

The content of the dream is the same as last night, the only difference is that the mother and the fox uncle not only stewed chicken soup for it, but also roasted fish for it.

The smell of fish and the smell of chicken soup are intertwined, and the sense of presence brushes over the tip of the nose, the feeling is too real, Xie Zhuoxing's little pink nose moved subconsciously, and his consciousness was forcibly hooked away from the dream by this fragrance, and he returned to reality dimly.

The fragrance is getting bigger and bigger, Xie Zhuoxing followed the fragrance, his eyes were still closed, but his little head subconsciously followed.

Then, he heard a familiar laugh: "It's so cute!" ”

Another annoying low voice sounded: "It's okay to smell the fragrance, little lazy pig, what's so cute." ”

Xie Zhuoxing heard these two voices, quickly sobered up, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Xie Bangyou and Feng Ranyou squatting on the edge of the cat's nest left and right, Xie Bangyou was holding a grilled fish in his hand, and Feng Randay was pinching a chicken leg, both of them looked at themselves evilly.

Xie Zhuoxing stared at the grilled fish and chicken legs at the entrance of the cave, and froze: "......"

Realizing that he was being teased by his mother and uncle fox, Xie Zhuoxing didn't care about being angry, and quickly threw himself into Xie Bangyou's arms, his tail dangling into a small propeller, and he rubbed and stuck to Xie Bangyou enthusiastically: "Mother!" ”

Xie Wanyou kissed its little brain melon twice: "Little white baby, kiss!" ”

Feng Rantian couldn't see it well, and said at this time: "Don't eat chicken legs? Then I ate it myself. ”

Xie Zhuoxing immediately raised his head from Xie Wanyou's arms, and said continuously: "What you want to eat, Xiaobai wants to eat!" ”

"I won't give it to you." Feng Rantian raised the chicken leg and deliberately circled around the top of the cub's head, allowing the cub to stand up and try to catch the chicken leg with his claws, but he was also coldly unmoved.

It's too bad, Xie Wanyou poked it with his elbow, and said very unbearably: "Why are you bullying the child, just give the chicken leg to the child to eat." ”

Feng Rantian glanced at her, lowered his arm, Xie Zhuoxing cheered, turned his head and invited Xie Bangyou: "Do you want to eat chicken legs together, it's super fragrant!" ”

The little guy thought about her when he ate a chicken leg, Xie Wanyou was very moved: "This chicken leg is specially brought to Xiaobai, Xiaobai can eat it himself." ”

Xie Zhuoxing looked at Feng Rantian awkwardly.

Feng Rantian smiled at it: "Are you sure."

Want to invite me to eat? Think about it, after all, I can swallow this chicken leg whole in one bite. ”

Xie Zhuoxing: "......"

Xie Zhuoxing silently grabbed Feng Rantian's hand with his paws, took a snort, tore a piece of whole chicken from the chicken bone, chewed it, swallowed it deliciously, and then straightened up his small chest and proudly showed it to Feng Rantian.

See, it can eat the whole chicken leg in one bite!

Feng Rantian stared at it for a moment, then stretched out his hand and rubbed the hair on its head: "Childish." ”

Xie Zhuoxing: "......"

Damn it!

Of course, Feng Rantian brought not only a chicken leg, but also a whole roast chicken, while Xie Bangyou brought two grilled fish, after Xie Zhuoxing finished eating, his little belly became swollen, and he couldn't walk.

Only then did Xie Zhuoxing remember to ask Xie Wanyou: "Mother, why do you bake fish for Xiaobaiyou?" ”

Xie Wanyou rubbed its little belly: "I just think Xiaobai may want to eat grilled fish." ”

Xie Zhuoxing was very happy, and rubbed Xie Wanyou and asked: "Xiaobai really wants to eat fish, but how did my mother guess it?" ”

Xie Wanyou smiled: "Anyway, my mother just knows." ”

Those unintentional words are not the projection of the child's subconscious.

Since Xie Bangyou is back, he hugged Xiaobai and went to talk to Xuanming Daoist, Xuanming Daoist talked to Xie Wanyou, and he couldn't stop praising Xiaobai: "Xiaobai is really very well-behaved, he didn't let me worry about it at all, and it was completely different from the grandson of the sect master of such and such a sect...... He also learns very quickly, and he will definitely be a gifted demon cultivator in the future! ”

Xie Zhuoxing was embarrassed to be praised, and got into Xie Wanyou's sleeve, revealing only a small tip of his dangling tail.

Xie Wanyou was very surprised: "Xiaobai has learned to write?" ”

Xuanming Daoist can show off his cub again, and hurriedly wrote the cub on rice paper to Xie Wanyou: "It's very well written, you see." ”

Xie Bangyou looked at these letters, and everyone looked stupid.

Although if you look closely, you can see all the traces of imitation and unskill, but for a cub who is just learning to write, it is already incredible.

What is it called...... Is a genius baby three and a half years old?

Just as he was sighing at the cleverness of the cub, a person suddenly came in outside.

When Xuanming Daoist saw the visitor, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Senior brother, you have been too diligent in coming to me these days, right?" ”

In the past, his six junior disciples didn't come to him once in 800 years.

Rong Du said lightly: "I heard that the fifth senior brother came to you as soon as he returned to the sect, so come and have a look." ”

Xuanming Daoist is even more confused.

Didn't the sixth junior brother always deal with the fifth junior brother, how could he come to greet him?

Xie Wanyou saw Rong Du coming over, remembered that he had rubella, and subconsciously wanted to hide, but was stopped by Rong Du: "It's okay, I have taken medicine beforehand." ”

Rong Du's gaze swept over the hall, and sure enough, he saw Feng Rantian sitting on a chair and lazily looking out the window.

Rong Du couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

He, the fifth senior brother, went to the second senior brother as soon as he came back, and he happened to collide with Xie Bangyou.

Is it a coincidence?

As if sensing his gaze, Feng Rantian turned his head and met his gaze directly, raising his eyebrows slightly: "Does the sixth senior brother have anything to say to me?"

Rong Du asked: "The fifth senior brother suddenly came to find the second senior brother, I don't know what happened?" ”：，，