Central South.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning shone on Xiao Di's face and woke her up, and she looked at Yang Xiaoyang who was meditating on the bed in a daze, feeling that she and Xiao Yang were a little strange.

I was sleepy and couldn't sleep recently, but the little lamb who was too lazy to move was able to practice all night, blinking and looking out the window, guessing that it might be because of the spirit of this mountain.

As soon as Xiao Di woke up, Yang Xiaoyang also opened his eyes, tried his best to make his sigh faint, and said to Xiao Di with a smile: "Woke up so early, what do you want to eat?"

"Sugar gourd. ”

Yang Xiaoyang's smile instantly converged, "Eating too many sugar gourds is not good for your teeth." ”

"I'm congenitally perfect! I've never had a toothache after eating so much!"

Although it is reasonable, Yang Xiaoyang sticks to the bottom line, "one." ”

"Two. ”

"Okay, I'll buy it, what else do I need to eat?"

"Roast chicken. ”

The corners of Yang Xiaoyang's mouth twitched, Xiao Di must have wanted to eat meat in front of him to make up for the few sugar gourds he lost, and by the way, take revenge on himself, who let the ancestor not allow him to eat meat.

"Don't fly. After Yang Xiaoyang finished speaking, he put on a straw hat and pushed the door out of the house.

It was still early, the mountains were filled with fog, and it felt even cooler on his clothes, Yang Xiaoyang wrapped some clothes tightly, and suddenly missed the temperature that he hadn't felt for a long time.

But it's better to be warmer.

Yang Xiaoyang, a small shop selling roast chicken in Nanshui Town at the foot of the mountain, has been here several times, but the shopkeeper still doesn't know him, and treats him as a first-time guest, "Yo, guest officer, the chicken I just killed this morning is very tender, do you want to have one?"

Although he is a businessman, he is very honest in his words, and Yang Xiaoyang uses his years of experience in buying chickens to ensure that what the shopkeeper says is true.

I paid the money happily, got a message from the shopkeeper and returned to the street next time.

The aroma of the roast chicken in his hand rushed into his nose, mixed with the smell of various foods on both sides of the street, and the long-lost hunger in his stomach poured into his heart, Yang Xiaoyang sighed and walked to the side with the roast chicken.

"Six steamed buns, a bowl of soy milk. ”

The old man who sold breakfast glanced at Yang Xiaoyang, who was already sitting on the table, and then at the various pastries in his hand, and didn't understand why this stupid kid only needed steamed buns.

The price of this steamed bun and the pastry is not much different? This is not as good as eating the pastry, and I want six.

There are also two guests eating breakfast at the side of this small stall, and they are talking in a whisper while eating, and now Yang Xiaoyang can no longer hear clearly.

"Eh, did you hear that?"

"What?"

"What, the Five Books of Sin. ”

"Oh, yes, of course I heard about it. ”

......

Yang Xiaoyang lowered his eyes, drank a mouthful of soy milk expressionlessly, took three bites of a steamed bun, ate it in a few clicks, and asked the old man for some pastries to take away.

The old man felt that this kid was not stupid enough to go home, that is, a bit of a stupid person with a lot of money, so he wrapped the pastry for Yang Xiaoyang with a smile.

didn't take two steps and met a vendor selling sugar gourds, with a smile on his back, Yang Xiaoyang stepped forward to buy a bunch and walked up the mountain.

When she returned to the cottage, Xiao Di was looking out the window on the table in a daze, her mouth open and she didn't know what she was thinking.

She came back to her senses when she saw the sugar gourd in Yang Xiaoyang's hand, and hurriedly flew to Yang Xiaoyang's hand to stare at him.

Yang Xiaoyang glanced at the roast chicken in his hand, and took a bite of three sugar gourds in front of Xiao Di, and deliberately made a loud noise when chewing, which seemed to be delicious.

However, this sugar gourd does taste good, although there are only five in a bunch, it is very large, round and full, the sugar coating is very thick, and the hawthorn is also very fresh.

This is especially true under the gaze of eyes ranging from joy to begging to despair to pity to exasperation.

The smiling peddler is indeed a sincere person.

Smash it, smash it, hand the sugar gourd to Xiao Di's mouth, and with the other hand, open other oil paper packages and place them on the table one by one, "You wait and eat by yourself first, I'm going to ask the ancestor about something." ”

Xiao Di stopped and looked at him, didn't speak, and bit the two sugar gourds into his mouth at once.

"I'll get the scum first. Yang Xiaoyang smiled and went out.

There are many evergreen trees on the mountain, which still glow green in autumn, and even more dazzling in the sun, as if mocking other companions who have withered and fallen leaves.

However, after a few days, the saplings in the patriarch's yard grew taller, but even if it grew quickly, Yang Xiaoyang felt that he had no chance to see it grow into a towering tree, occupying the entire courtyard and leaving the patriarch with nowhere to go.

"Sit. The patriarch walked out from the back of the house, holding a kettle in his hand, watering the saplings, and with one hand, the kettle disappeared, and there were more stone tables and chairs in the courtyard.

Yang Xiaoyang was thinking about why the patriarch didn't simply leave the stone table and chairs in the courtyard, and he had to take them every time, but he saw that the patriarch's expression was not as good as usual...... It was so not serious, but a little serious, so he put away his mind and asked:

"Ancestor, what is the Book of Heaven like?"

This question is very abrupt, but the ancestor is not strange at all, sighs, and shakes his head, "You don't understand." ”

"I want to see it. ”

The patriarch stared at Yang Xiaoyang for a while, sighed, and nodded slightly.

Yang Xiaoyang didn't have much hope, but he didn't have time to be surprised when he saw the patriarch nodding, so he saw the patriarch's right hand raised high, palm facing up, and before Yang Xiaoyang could see it clearly, he saw that the patriarch's wrist had been taken back, and there was a thin book in his hand.

It's very ordinary, the kind that no one wants to pick up when it's thrown on the street.

Yang Xiaoyang's breath became short, and he asked with a little excitement: "Is this the Book of Heaven?"

The patriarch nodded, handed the book to Yang Xiaoyang, and sighed again.

Yang Xiaoyang's eyes were all on the book of heaven in front of him, he didn't see the expression of the patriarch, and he didn't have the intention to guess what the ancestor meant, and stretched out a trembling hand to the book of heaven that didn't have a word on the cover, very nervous.

The cover of the Book of Heaven is as ordinary as it looks, there is no imaginary touch to understand the role of the Great Dao, and there is no peculiarity as thin as a cicada's wings but as heavy as Mount Tai.

Yang Xiaoyang slowly opened it, and squinted his eyes, for fear that he would be blinded by the golden light as soon as he opened it.

The cover was opened, and there was no golden light, only a cool autumn breeze.

Bow your head, and your eyes are full of words, dense and small characters. Hurriedly took two breaths to calm down, and looked carefully with reverence.

"Yang Xiaoyang opened the Book of Heaven, and saw that it was written in the Book of Heaven that Yang Xiaoyang opened the Book of Heaven, and saw that it was written in the Book of Heaven that Yang Xiaoyang opened the Book of Heaven......"

Yang Xiaoyang stood stunned on the spot, feeling dizzy again, and turned a few pages back when he came back to his senses, but no matter how he looked at it, he was repeating this sentence in the book of heaven.

He looked up at the patriarch, and continued to flip back unbelievingly, but he couldn't finish this seemingly thin booklet.

Swallowed and closed the book of heaven, turned it over and opened it from the end, but it couldn't turn the cover.

"This ...... What's going on? Is this really a book from heaven?" Yang Xiaoyang thought that the ancestor was playing tricks on him.

The patriarch nodded solemnly.

Yang Xiaoyang was frightened, "Then how did I see that it was all one sentence?"

"Because you don't have the ability to see anything else. ”

"Can you see that?"

The patriarch nodded.

"Can you tell me?"

"Heaven must not be divulged. The patriarch shook his head and said something that all fortune tellers on the rivers and lakes would say.

Yang Xiaoyang was silent, staring down at Tianshu and not knowing what to say for a while.

The patriarch sighed again, "Cultivation is lost?"

Yang Xiaoyang clenched the Book of Heaven, "Hmm." ”

"Want to see how long you can live?"

"Hmm. ”

"Think you're going to die?"

"Hmm. ”

"Want to live?"

"Hmm. ”

The patriarch sighed and smiled.