Drove away Ye Ye, Ye Lingfeng covered his ass and walked towards the back mountain, he hadn't seen his grandfather for so long when he came back, and he didn't know what was going on.

Ye Lingfeng rubbed his ass and limped in, shouting as he walked: "Grandpa, grandpa?"

"Yo, my little grandson is back, come over and let grandpa take a look. Ye Honghuang walked out of it slowly, and was overjoyed when he saw Ye Lingfeng.

Ye Honghuang took Ye Lingfeng's hand, and this pull affected the injuries all over the body, "Hiss~!

Ye Lingfeng rolled his eyes in pain, tears swirled in his eyes, and he almost fell.

"Your mom beat you again, right?" Ye Honghuang asked, as he rummaged through his sleeve and found a bunch of medicine bottles, and a pair of wrinkled hands quickly took out the medicine powder and rubbed it on Ye Lingfeng's wound.

"It hurts... Hurt... Lightly..."Ye Lingfeng burst into tears of pain and cried: "Grandpa, how did my dad fall in love with my mother?"

"You'll have to ask your dad about that. Ye Honghuang was a little crying and laughing, and after wiping the wound on Ye Lingfeng's hand, he pointed to the chair, "Get down, wipe it for you." ”

Ye Lingfeng did so, and Ye Honghuang wiped his grandson's wound in a few clicks, and Ye Lingfeng, who was in pain in the process, lay there motionless.

"Xiaofeng, tell grandpa, what did you do when you went to the demon capital this time?" Ye Honghuang asked as if nothing had happened, as he cleaned up the medicine bottle on the table.

Ye Lingfeng told Ye Honghuang what happened in the Demon Capital, but he didn't tell him everything about Mo Ze, only that he was in some danger in the Emperor's Mausoleum.

As for the matter of the Demon Capital Blood Demon, he naturally also covered up some of the things about Bi Yuntao and Mo Ze possessing him.

It's not that Ye Hong Huang believes it or not, his grandson himself doesn't know it? What's more, in addition to what happened in the Emperor's Mausoleum, Ye Lingfeng's experience in the Demon Capital is clear and clear, and the spies of the Ye family are not decorations.

Even so, he only knew that Ye Lingfeng killed the blood demon in the demon capital, but he didn't know the existence of Bi Yuntao, because he was too mysterious.

"Don't blame your mother, when you had an accident, your mother was the first to be in a hurry, and she flew to you with a wing. Ye Honghuang sighed and said, using his old hand to gently soothe Ye Lingfeng's little head.

"Well, I know. Grandpa's calloused hand caressed his little head, and a warm feeling came over his head, if only Grandpa could be with him forever.

"Grandpa, can people really live forever?" Ye Lingfeng asked, thinking of what happened in the Emperor's Mausoleum, Ye Lingfeng was a little puzzled.

Ye Honghuang's hand on Ye Lingfeng's head was stunned for a moment, retracted his hand and squinted at him solemnly, and said for a long time: "Maybe it's really possible, but Changsheng, is it really good?"

"It should be okay, otherwise why does everyone want to live forever, the emperors of ancient times were, and even the current people are. Ye Lingfeng said in a low voice.

Ye Honghuang smiled and looked at him kindly, "Everyone has their own choice, immortality is just everyone's dream, but who really lives forever? I'm afraid that only heaven can survive forever!"

Ye Lingfeng nodded, he had always had a question in his heart, and he asked it now: "Grandpa, are there really immortals in the world?"

"Yes, in the eyes of ordinary people, you are not a god, but in our eyes, you and I are also an ordinary person. The definition of a god is just the object of two different people's gaze. For us, the immortals are just fighting with the sky, and they are already at a height with the sky, even exceeding the sky. "Ye Honghuang's wrinkled face, a pair of eyes full of vicissitudes of life, with memories.

"We monks are fighting for the resources of heaven, the glimmer of life given by heaven, and the position of heaven. ”

"Therefore, if you want to live forever, you are against heaven and against all living beings in the world. ”

Ye Lingfeng struggled to sit down from the chair and said in a low voice: "Fight with the sky?

"Well, that's right. Ye Honghuang agreed, but said regretfully: "But God, will it really allow something that threatens its existence to be born under its nose?"

Ye Lingfeng is a little incomprehensible, God, can you really interfere with everything?

"Okay, okay, it's not too early, grandpa won't keep you, come back another day." The night flood dragged his tired body back to his residence.

Leaving Ye Lingfeng alone in place, he was stunned for a long time, but Ye Lingfeng still didn't understand what Ye Honghuang said, so he simply didn't think about it, so he went to find An Ruo.

I don't know what kind of medicine Ye Honghuang gave, in such a short period of time, most of the injuries on Ye Lingfeng's body were healed, and he took An Ruo to the capital.

Although he has lived in the capital since he was a child, and has also played all kinds of antique markets and night markets here, he still can't accept his childish nature.

"Anru, how about I buy this street and give it to you in the future?" Standing in the sea of people, the lively street has been hung with lights, and the lights shine all night.

The weather is getting colder, people's robes are added one by one, An Ruo is wearing a cloak made of pink cotton jacket, her delicate little face is particularly charming by the night lights, and her red lips want people to kiss and taste its sweetness.

"Hmph, I think young master, you want to buy it and play it every day. An Ruo snorted, she still didn't understand his temperament?

Ye Lingfeng, who was exposed, looked embarrassed and pulled An Ruo into the crowd.

The capital is one of the four ancient capitals of China, and behind its prosperity, thousands of years of history are hidden.

What Nanluoguxiang, Confucian Temple, Guozijian Street, Nanchizi Street, Yandai Xiejie and so on.

This is Houhai, the most cultured snack street in Beijing, and it is also a nostalgic place in the old capital.

Children who come to Beijing can go and have a look!

"Ravioli... Freshly baked donkey rolling... Aiwowo Yo... Crispy ghee sugar pancakes~" People on this street are shouting hard, and often everyone is aroused by their shouting.

Ye Lingfeng loves to drink the sour plum soup here, every time he drinks it, he can drink the sour plum soup here, people are addicted to alcohol, he loves this soup.

If you want to talk about the snacks in the capital, you can't finish talking about it all night, but although Ye Lingfeng loves each of them, he loves an old Muslim bun shop that makes sheep's eye buns.

It is said that an emperor of the ancient Qing Dynasty came here on a private visit to taste the sheep's eye buns in this bun shop.

When the little boy saw the aura of the master, he naturally didn't dare to slack off, and said with a smiling face: "I'm not afraid of the grandfather's annoyance, the master has never tasted any delicacies of the mountains and seas in the (palace), and he stooped to taste the sheep's eye buns, and the little one really doesn't dare to be filial." ”

The emperor naturally insisted on eating this bun, and since then, this bun has become popular all over the city.

I don't know if Ye Lingfeng came through that sharp seat or if he really loves to eat.

The sheep's eye bun has no sheep's eyes, but it is made delicate and delicate, and it is a little smaller, just like a sheep's eye, so he was given the name of the sheep's eye bun.

Ye Lingfeng pulled An Ruo into the steamed bun shop and shouted, "Boss, ten steamed buns!"

"Young Master, can you finish eating?"