Next to the wooden house, next to Lingpu.

The old man was vaguely dressed in a gray robe, his gray hair dancing lightly in the wind, and he was weeding the herbs he planted. As if he knew that Ling Ming was coming, the old man turned around and beckoned to Ling Ming

"Little ones, come here"

Ling Ming and Meng'er walked over slowly, Ling Ming looked at Meng Jiu, and Grandpa Mengjiu's face was still rosy.

Ling Ming saluted respectfully and shouted, "Hello Ninth Grandpa!"

Mengjiu nodded intently, but at this time, Meng'er ran over and grabbed Grandpa Jiu's arm and whispered

"Ninth Grandpa, what the hell is going on?"

Looking at Xiao Meng'er's appearance, a hint of doting flashed in Mengjiu's eyes, and then he looked at Ling Mingzheng

"Ling Ming, you've been here for more than half a year, I don't know what you remember?"

Ling Ming shook his head slightly

Seeing this, Meng Jiu continued: "Do you know why I let you read a lot of books for half a year?"

Ling Ming said lightly, "Grandpa Nine wants me to read books, so as to understand the basic situation of this world, and so that I can learn to adapt to this world."

Meng Jiu stroked his crippled beard and said heavily: "Little guy, you only see the most superficial, with this book alone, you can't even go out of this hundred miles of barren mountains, how can you adapt to the world, this world, it's not as simple as you think, the cruelty of this world, only if you experience it yourself, you will understand." You, got it?"

"The kid is dull, please enlighten Grandpa Nine," Ling Ming said respectfully

"Before that, let me ask you, what kind of person do you want to be?"

"Am I ......?"

Meng Jiu waved his hand, then turned around and walked towards the larger wooden house with Xiao Meng'er, and the sound of Meng Jiu's vicissitudes echoed in the air

"Little one, go back and think about it, you don't need to give me the answer now, when you think about it, come back and tell me the answer in your heart."

Walk on the fine grass. Looking at the sunset, a trace of confusion flashed in Ling Ming's eyes, he had never been aware of this question for so long, what did he want, why did he want to be like this, it seemed that Grandpa Mengjiu's words had caused Xiao Ling Ming to think too much. A gust of evening breeze blew, but it couldn't shake away the confusion in Xiao Lingming's heart.

The candlelight in the window is still there....

What sound, Ling Ming climbed to the top of the mountain and looked at it at a glance. On the cliff, an elderly man dressed in white and holding a sword stands,

And he was in a black robe on the cliff opposite, surrounded by black smoke, as if they were talking about something, but it was too far away, I couldn't hear clearly, and I could only see a black and a white flash, and in the blink of an eye, it was above the sky, colliding together, the wind and clouds were rolling, so far away, there were still bursts of air waves, just a little bit of impact, Xiao Ling Ming was like a flat boat swaying with the waves, so that Ling Ming couldn't breathe, only two clouds of light and shadow could be seen, and then Ling Ming's eyes reflected a huge white sword qi, the white sword qi slashed towards the black robe, the black robe was broken at the waist, the sword qi was not reduced, and the hundred miles of mountains behind the black robe were cut into the plain, and Ling Ming fainted directly in this wave of qi......

In a pale world, Ling Ming slowly opened his eyes, there was no human being, only the long shadow of Xiao Ling Ming and his Nala, Ling Ming looked around, but he didn't see a person, the silence everywhere was terrifying, only listening to his own footsteps, step! Ling Ming walked aimlessly for a long time, and panic slowly appeared in his heart, but at this lonely and helpless time, a man and a woman suddenly appeared in front of him, Ling Ming felt familiar but strange in his heart, this feeling made him feel warm and nostalgic......

"Don't go, don't leave me..."Ling Ming suddenly stood up and shouted. His hands were propped up on the wooden table, gasping for air, and gradually his breath subsided.

Why did it feel so real, who were those two people, so vague, so familiar, and the old man in white, too strong and too strong, holding the power of heaven and earth, shattering mountains and rivers with one blow, Ling Ming felt like an ant, and would be destroyed in that aftermath at any time. This made Ling Ming feel panic and uneasiness for the first time in his heart. Where are his parents, why are they here, why don't they remember anything? After a moment of silence, Ling Ming got up and left, leaving only green smoke curling on the lamp.