After dropping this stroke, Zhao Ning hesitated for a moment, trotted to the table, and pulled out the cloud-green faded dress, only to find that there was more than one in the baggage, and there were many beautiful colors.

She put the green faded dress on her body, just right, twelve-year-old Xiao Zhaoning wore it for the first time, a little cramped, stretched her sleeves, and returned to the desk to continue writing.

“…… So, if you wake up tomorrow and your memory stays on the moment when you descended from Yanyun Mountain, then you must not run anymore and stay. ”

"Little girl." At that moment, she answered, and bleached the new paper and put it in her sleeve pocket, hesitated for a moment and then tucked it under the pillow.

Zhao Ning opened the door and trotted to the kitchen door, the old man's vicissitudes were reflected in the firelight of the stove, but when he raised his eyes to look at her, Zhao Ning's mind unexpectedly crossed a distant back.

She blinked for a moment before asking, "Grandpa, you're looking for me." ”

The old man was still looking at her, Zhao Ning looked at the dress on his body, and suddenly, he turned around in front of him, and the cloud-green clothes fluttered, like a breeze blowing through the depths of the bamboo forest.

Zhao Ning stood still, pulled the corners of his mouth, and hooked a not very skilled smile, very shy.

"Thank you, grandpa."

“…… Well. The old man got up from the low stool and reached out and touched the top of her hair, "It's time to cook." ”

The sound of the tongue of fire crackled in his ears, and Zhao Ning picked up the burning firewood to make the fire stronger.

Sitting on a low stool, her gaze was blocked by the chimney, and she moved to the side with small movements, looking at the opposite side in a hurry.

She seemed to be trying to dig out the memories of the person in front of her from the memories of only twelve years, and even wondered if there would be such a grandfather in the house under the crooked neck tree.

But apparently not.

She asked again, "Grandpa, did you know me before?" ”

The old man's movements stopped, he looked at Zhao Ning, and suddenly smiled, "Of course, yesterday, the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday." ”

But Zhao Ning shook his head, "I'm not talking about these days. I mean, when Zhao Ning was not reborn, did my grandfather know me? ”

"Acquaintance." He said.

Zhao Ning's eyes lit up, "What was Zhao Ning like at that time?" ”

The old man picked up a piece of meat from the pot, walked over slowly, handed it to her mouth, and subconsciously avoided his head.

"Taste it."

Zhao Ning questioned, but seeing that the old man seemed to have the patience that she would not open her mouth without tasting it, she tentatively approached, carefully tested the temperature, and then bit it, and only after chewing twice, she covered her mouth.

"Salty?"

Zhao Ning quickly chewed two bites, swallowed it, and shook his head, "It's so sweet." ”

The old man turned his eyes to look at the two small jars that were exactly the same on the stove, walked to the stove, and changed the other small jar to another place.

"Are you confused?" Zhao Ning asked.

He said, "It's old." ”

Twelve-year-old Zhao Ning has no idea about the word "old" in the old man's mouth, and the old man in front of him may have been an old man from the beginning.

He just suggested, "Then we'll mark it with paper and paste." ”

"Hmm."

Zhao Ning still looked at the old man, and the old man simply turned it into sweet and sour, and then said, "Zhao Ning at that time ......"

He paused suddenly, and for a while he couldn't find an adjective, and at this moment, his palm suddenly pressed on the edge of the pot, and there was a loud sound, and his hand didn't bounce straight away, and the person was already half-propped up on the stove to pounce.

"Grandpa!"

Zhao Ning threw the burning stick, rushed up in a few steps, his thin body supported his rickety posture, and wanted to lift his hand pressed on the edge of the pot, but the old man's other hand was abruptly pressed on the back of her head, the silver light opened, and Zhao Ning fell silently into his arms.

The old man hugged her in his arms like this, his figure completely hidden, and his eyebrows were sharp and cold.

Above the sky, suddenly a strong wind blows, thunderclouds gather, and thousands of thunderbolts jump in the clouds like a swimming dragon.

When the thunder light and dragon were about to split, they saw a palace appear in the thunderclouds, swallowing all the thunder light, and the magnificent brilliance sprinkled from the heavenly palace like an aurora, with a radius of thousands of miles, and all movements were frozen.

A voice came from the Heavenly Palace.

"Why did Your Excellency force me to Kyushu so much."

"Bad my plan, mess with my big things, have you forgotten the price of your Kyushu?"

"The West Pole is a wilderness, unforgettable. But, Your Excellency, today's Kyushu is far from the Kyushu of today, and you want to kill my Kyushu people across the time, it's too lawless! ”

"Huh."

But I saw that the sky of the entire Kyushu began to turmoil, and the sky became layered, and the purple glow seeped out of the crack in the sky like thick smoke.

But this is the heavenly palace still standing in the center of heaven and earth, and thousands of zhang of brilliance encompass heaven and earth.

Seven rays of light rushed into the sky from all over Kyushu, until another silver light penetrated the heavens and the earth, pulling the Nine Heavenly Paths, the void reflected the sky, and the ghostly light and smoke flowed backwards.

"Good! All right! It's really capable. Then look at the period of the ruins in 500 years, whether you Kyushu can still be saved! ”

The thunderclouds disappeared, the wind stopped, and the sky fell silent.

The projection of the Heavenly Palace fell to the ground.

The old man in the kitchen held Zhao Ning in his arms and walked out slowly.

The heavenly palace is projected in front of the small courtyard, and the gate is flush with the gate of the small courtyard.

Another old man appeared, and he stood two steps inside the gate of the Heavenly Palace.

The old man in the courtyard stopped, and his tone was very ordinary.

"Thank you, Venerable Hongde."

Venerable Hongde sighed, walked out of the Heavenly Palace, and said, "Their luck of colluding with Kunxu has been completely cut off, and they are already furious. If he provokes him like this now, he won't give up. ”

"This time, I can cross the domain and find the ruins in the mundane, and next time, maybe I will directly send someone to smuggle in from the Falling Immortal Domain."

The old man in the courtyard supported his back with his wrist, and his left hand was spread, which was already dripping with flesh and blood, but he didn't seem to feel pain.

Venerable Hongde's worries didn't seem to concern to him.

"They won't have a chance," he said, as he walked. ”

Venerable Hongde paused, thought of a meaning, and glanced at the shrunken figure in his arms.

"Her control over the Fallen Immortal Realm is not as complete as you think."

"I didn't think so." Qin Keyuan stood still, and turned his eyes to look at Venerable Hongde, "I mean, it is impossible for a dead person to smuggle into Kyushu. ”

"You-" Venerable Hongde was stunned for a moment, he glanced at the other party and then at Zhao Ning, and shook his head firmly, "This is too risky. Like he said, the time of five hundred years is coming soon, and we don't want to sacrifice any power. ”

"Then do you think that if you don't do anything, you can get through this time of time?"

Venerable Hongde was speechless for a while.

For a long, long time, as if he had compromised, he looked at Zhao Ning and then at the other party.

"Can it be done?"

"Yes."

"Then you turn into a god."

"Break it."

Venerable Hongde paused, "I know I can't stop you. But, Ke Yuan, have you ever thought about what it feels like to wake up with the child in your arms after you are married? ”

Qin Keyuan lowered his eyes and looked at Zhao Ning, she was already completely asleep, and when she opened her eyes again, her memory would go back by another day, and he would reintroduce her - Grandpa's surname is Qin, and he is the one who picked you up.

He turned his eyes to look at Venerable Hongde, "I'm tired." ”

Venerable Hongde sighed, turned around and walked into the Heavenly Palace, the projection of the Heavenly Palace disappeared, and the freeze frame of the earth was restored.

A new day.

Zhao Ning sat on the two steps under the eaves, leaning sideways to bandage the burns on the strange grandfather's hands, "Okay, Grandpa Qin." ”

Qin Keyuan responded, moved his palm, the epidermis had completely ulcerated, the flesh and blood had been dug up alive and the necrotic part was removed, and the pain of the wound involved the nerves of the whole body.

But his eyebrows did not tremble in the slightest, and he did not use mana to heal the wound.

He looked at Zhao Ning who was secretly looking in front of him, "Grandpa's hand hurts, can you help grandpa do things?" ”

Zhao Ning hesitated between her medicine collection task and the old man, and quickly chose the latter, if the medicinal materials were lost, she would die if she went back.

"Okay."

Qin Keyuan picked up half of the fish basket on the ground and gave it to her, and motioned to help finish the weaving.

Zhao Ning's lips moved, and he said honestly, "I'm not very familiar with this, I can only make up medicine baskets." ”

"Almost." Qin Keyuan said, "Grandpa taught you." ”

"Hmm." Zhao Ning moved next to him, and he sat on a low stool above the steps, his two long legs on the platform on the steps, and the other foot stretched out to touch the bottom of the steps.

Zhao Ning held the bamboo strip and tried to renew the basket, Qin Keyuan's old voice explained slowly, pointing to the nodes and directions.

Until it was almost noon, Zhao Ning could finish the fish basket, but his heart was excited.

It's just that this fish basket is not very successful, and the thin neck of the basket is offset from the front mouth, and it is a little crooked.

She tried to straighten it, but her strength was too small to deviate in the slightest.

Qin Keyuan chuckled, he stood up and stretched out his uninjured hand, "The fish won't mind." Let's go, grandpa will take you to catch a few fish. ”

Zhao Ning looked at the old hand, and looked up at the smile on the corner of his mouth, and his heart was relaxed.

She laughed, reached out to touch, and then was held with a very strange warmth.

As the days passed, the bookshelves in the hut changed from books of medicine to scrolls of sealed paper, and when you took off the next scroll at random, you could see the small characters printed on the back of the fly.

When spring turns to autumn, a lot of things are added to the small courtyard, a swing has been erected under the mangrove trees at some point, a low fence has been set up in the corner of the yard, a few little rabbits are snoozing together, and bamboo strips and many woven objects are stacked under the eaves.

The door of the easternmost room of the house slowly opened, and an old man walked out slowly, his body was even more rickety, and he did not tremble when he walked because he was slow.

"Xiao Zhaoning?" Qin Keyuan shouted, but no one answered him, he pinched his fingers and counted, six or seven years have passed, and today seems to be the time.

He walked to the opposite corner of the room and tapped lightly, still without answering, before pushing the door open.

The room was empty, and he walked to the bed, where a roll of paper was unfolded, and it was full of handwriting, but the handwriting became more and more immature as it went to the back, like a beginner's note, and many words could not be written, and were replaced with ink dots.

He solemnly rolled up the paper, turned and walked to the bookshelf at the other end of the room, and added the paper roll to it.

When he put it on, his ears moved, and he heard a small sound, but it soon died out.