In the main hall, a young woman in a palace costume held a palm-sized nine-tailed fox in her hand.

The little nine-tailed fox seemed to have just been born, and his eyes still couldn't open, so he could only lie on his stomach in the palm of the young woman's hand and whisper softly.

Look at the young woman again, with a pampered look on her face.

However, at this moment, a white-haired man walked into the main hall and came to the young woman: "Holy war... I'm going to lose. Our children are the last hope, and time is running out. ”

Hearing this, the young woman showed a reluctant look, but she still handed the little nine-tailed fox in her hand to the man.

The white-haired man took the nine-tailed fox and turned to leave.

"Tianming!" the young woman suddenly called out to the man, and stepped forward a few steps, tears already in her eyes: "Let me see our children again." ”

"Time is running out!" said the white-haired man.

The next moment, the man disappeared at the door of the main hall, leaving only the young woman sobbing in the main hall.

Six years later...

In the summer, Wang Shuo sat on the stone in front of his house, staring blankly ahead.

The stone under the ass had already been burned hot, but Wang Shuo didn't know it.

Heat, which is characteristic of this season, can be seen more clearly, as if the grass green on the ground is distorted and deformed with the hot air.

A butterfly flew in front of his eyes, up and down, but Wang Shuo's two eyes were like dead things, motionless, still staring straight ahead.

At this moment, a white-haired man walked out of the house, holding a bamboo pole and a small wooden bucket in his hands.

Seeing Wang Shuo sitting on the stone, he said: "Butt sitting on such a hot stone, what about speculating in stocks? ”

Wang Shuo smiled, got up and stretched out his little hand.

The white-haired man then took Wang Shuo's hand and rushed towards the stream at the end of the small mountain village.

Daddy is Langzhong in the village, and the villagers affectionately call him "Doctor Wang"

The father and son were not from this village, but because their father Wang Tianming had good medical skills and saved the villagers three years ago, the villagers took the two in.

Along the way, Wang Shuo walked carefully, and he was very afraid of falling because he was blind. The white-haired man was also worried about this and deliberately slowed down his pace.

"Daddy, what does the fish look like?" Wang Shuo suddenly asked.

The white-haired man smiled, "The fish are flattened and resemble leaves. ”

Wang Shuo and his father soon went to the brook.

Before he got close to the stream, Wang Shuo had already heard the crisp sound of the water, which was very good.

The man rolled up his trouser leg for Wang Shuo and sat him by the stream.

The two feet were placed in the stream, and a cool feeling suddenly came to my heart. The feeling of the stream paddling across his feet made Wang Shuo extremely comfortable.

Then I heard the man say "hey" and threw the fishing rod out.

However, at this time...

A middle-aged man in a Taoist uniform walked out of the shady grass by the stream, deliberately slowed down, and quietly sat next to Wang Shuo.

Wang Shuo was still immersed in his own world, unaware of the arrival of the middle-aged man.

The man looked at Wang Shuo with a smile on his face, and only after a long time did he ask, "How old is Shuo'er this year?"

Hearing this, Wang Shuo realized that there was one more person beside him, and he was stunned for a moment before he smiled: "Daddy said that Shuo'er is six years old this year!"

Then the white-haired man spoke: "Daoist Yan is not a good student and immortal cultivator on the mountain, but he has come to look for me Wang Tianming many times, what is the so-called matter?"

"Doctor Wang can be regarded as having spoken, so Yan will not hide it!" Yan Daochang touched Wang Shuo's head, and the light in his eyes was like looking at a treasure.

"Shuo'er has a spiritual root, and his qualifications are excellent, Yan wants to take him under his disciple! At the age of six, ordinary immortal cultivators start cultivating from this age. ”

The white-haired man did not react to Yan Daochang's words, but as soon as the bamboo pole in his hand was raised, a fish fell into the bucket.

Wang Shuo curiously stroked the fish in the bucket, and the fish was slippery and ruthless. After touching it, the fish writhed hard, and no matter how Wang Shuo caught it, this thing would slip out of his hand.

"Can a blind child be an immortal?" the white-haired man asked after a long time, and threw the fishing rod out of his hand again.

Yan Daochang smiled: "If you have a spiritual root, you can cultivate immortals, Shuo'er is born blind, after cultivation, the five senses are opened, and it will definitely be cured!"

Wang Shuo understood Yan Daochang's words, knew that his eyes could be cured, and immediately said: "Daddy often says how many good scenery there are in this world, and Shuo'er also wants to see the good scenery in this world!"

Suddenly, the white-haired man and Yan Daochang laughed together, and the former said, "Shuo'er, do you know that if you walk on the immortal path, you have to leave your father?"

As soon as Wang Shuo heard that he was going to leave his father, he immediately panicked, and hurriedly changed his words: "Shuo'er, don't leave your father, Shuo'er won't cultivate immortals!"

The white-haired man raised the bamboo pole again and caught another fish: "Since Shuo'er has the life of cultivating immortals, let's go." There are so many good scenery in this world, it's a pity not to see it. ”

After speaking, the white-haired man put down the bamboo pole and took out a nine-tailed fox pendant made of jade from his clothes.

This fox is lying on its back, lifelike, the only deficiency is that its eyes are hollow and godless, as if it corresponds to Wang Shuo's blindness.

The white-haired man hung the pendant on Wang Shuo's neck: "Shuo'er has grown up, you have to be literate and hyphenated, Yan Daochang is the master that my father found for Shuo'er, go with Yan Daochang." ”

Then he got up and looked at Daoist Yan: "Daoist, Shuo'er will entrust it to you!"

Yan Daochang also got up and nodded at the white-haired man, and the white-haired man left.

At this time, Wang Shuo only felt that Daoist Yan held his hand, and heard the footsteps of his father leaving, and hurriedly cried: "Where is Daddy?

Yan Daochang shook his head: "Shuo'er, come with me!"

Looking at the back of the white-haired man leaving from afar, Yan Daochang sighed and pulled Wang Shuo to the outside of the small mountain village.

Outside the village, a female Taoist was leading a team waiting for Yan Daochang, and the team was full of children of Wang Shuo's age.

"Children, this child is blind, who wants to hold him?"

Look at me, children, and I look at you, with wide eyes and little eyes, and no one comes forward.

At this moment, an older girl walked out of the team, stretched out her hand to take Wang Shuo, and entered the team.

Yan Daochang nodded and returned to the front of the line.

With the bell ringing, the team rushed along the mountain road towards the mountain.

Wang Shuo grabbed the jade fox on his chest, still with tears on his face.

And on the hillside that Wang Shuo can't see... The white-haired man looked at the departing team from a distance: "Shuo'er, don't blame Daddy. ”