The beauty of the years lies in its inevitable passing, spring flowers, autumn moons, summers, and winter snow.

The years of the town flew by season after season, and in the blink of an eye, it was early autumn two years later.

"The Qinglian world, the six realms are separated, not centered, like the bud of a flower, like the trunk of a tree. ”

"In the ancient world of the past, the world is only divided into yin and yang, and the Hou Hao Tianli immortal realm, the demon ancestor establishes the demon realm, the coiling dragon establishes the demon realm, and the Shakya establishes the Buddha realm. It is also said that in ancient times, there were 3,000 worlds and hundreds of millions of small worlds. ”

"There are only six worlds left in this world, which are divided into immortals, Buddhas, demons, ghosts, gods, and mortals. The rest of the small realms are scattered in the sea of star souls, which is difficult to find and see. ”

The clear sound of reading accompanied by the hissing of the old cicadas on the trees sounded on the bank of the green stream, and an egret landed on a reef in the green stream, raising its neck and chirping, adding a bit of elegance to the early autumn scene.

On a flat and huge mountain rock by the stream, next to an old tree, a young man in a green shirt leaned against the mountain rock, holding a scroll in one hand and reading softly.

"It is said that the emperor made a covenant to protect the living beings in the mortal world, and engraved the heavens and the earth, and the gods of heaven and earth must not exist in the mortal world. ”

"There is a human dynasty in the mortal realm today, there is the Penglai Holy Land in the east, the Pure Land of Buddhism in the west, and the demon clan in the south. ”

The young man stopped reading this, looked at the slowly flowing green stream in front of him, and there was yearning and emotion in his eyes.

"It turns out that the world is so vast, there are so many strange landscapes in the mortal realm alone, not to mention the boundless sea of stars and souls and the towering and vast Buzhou Mountains that run through the Six Realms. ”

Only when you know the size of the world can you know how small you see.

Ye Mingke suddenly felt something on his leg move slightly, lowered his head, and just happened to hit the girl's beautiful eyes that were still sleepy in the haze.

The early autumn afternoon sunlight shines through the old trees whose leaves have begun to wither, casting deep and shallow light and shadows on the girl.

A girl dressed in white, with her long silky hair, resting on the young man's legs and sleeping peacefully in the afternoon. At this time, she woke up from a peaceful sleep, and her eyes were still like a hazy layer of mist, and she was looking at the boy above.

More than two years later, they seem to have changed a lot.

The girl began to turn into a beautiful girl like a willow tree, and although the boy was still thin and thin, his originally round face became delicate, and his eyes became more resolute and powerful because of the tempering of long-term training.

But they don't seem to have changed, as if they have always been the boys and girls who ran all over the streets of the town that year.

"Wake up?" Ye Mingke asked with his head down.

"It's been a long time since I've been awake. I'm listening to you read. Bai Qiaoqiao looked up at him and replied.

"Lie in bed. Ye Mingke brushed a strand of Qiaoqiao's hair on her face and said with a smile, "Get up, lazy worm, I've slept for a long time in the afternoon." ”

"Good. Jojo rubbed his eyes and said.

Qiao Qiao got up, her face still stained with hair, and sat side by side with Ming Ke holding her knees. Although she slept for a long time in the afternoon, her face was still tired.

"Didn't you sleep well last night?" Ye Mingke asked.

"Hmm. Jojo nodded.

In recent years, she has more and more frequent nightmares, and often does not dare to sleep all night. Only by Mingke's side like at noon today can she sleep peacefully for a while.

"When will you not be afraid and have nightmares all the time, timid girl?"

Ye Mingke patted her head, a little worried and a little helpless.

"But I'm still scared. ”

Qiao Qiao hugged his legs, put his chin on his lap, looked at the slowly flowing green stream in front of him, and said slowly.

"What are you afraid of? There's nothing to be afraid of. Look!"

Ye Mingke put down the book in his hand and looked at the egret Qingxi, the warm afternoon sun, and the old tree boulder in front of him.

"How beautiful and peaceful the world is, why be afraid?"

"Because they're all pretty like a dream. ”

Qiao Qiao smiled, but his hazy eyes were a little sad.

"Kid, I don't understand what you're thinking. Then why aren't you afraid to sleep next to me?" Ye Mingke looked at her with his cheeks, curious, angry and playful.

"Because ......" Qiao Qiao's face turned a little red, but she still mustered up the courage to say, "Because only Mingke you don't look like a dream!"

"Hmm..... Wait, why doesn't this sentence sound a little right when connected to the previous sentence? 'They're all pretty like a dream', but I'm not like a dream, doesn't that mean I'm not pretty?"

Ye Mingke, who had a peculiar brain circuit, began to fold his fingers and calculate the logical relationship.

Hey, that's not the point, okay?

Qiaoqiao, who finally mustered up the courage to say what he felt in his heart, couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart.

"Where's Tao Yao?"

Jojo, who didn't want to continue the topic, asked.

"Shhhh ”

Ye Mingke pointed to the stream, and Qiao Qiao immediately understood. The two men quietly climbed to the other side of the rock.

Beside the gurgling water, a large man with mud marks on his face sat on a low stone, concentrating on the clay figure in his hand, his eyes focused and gentle.

It was Tao Yao, who was already much stronger and taller than the average adult man two years later.

There are several pottery and pottery animals beside him, some of which have been painted well, some of which are not, but they are all lifelike, smart and lovely. But these are all compared to the clay figure in his hand that has not yet been shaped, burned and painted—a girl with long hair and a proud expression.

"It's been an afternoon, it's Senior Sister Yiwan. Let's not disturb him. ”

Ming Ke turned his head and smiled at Qiao Qiao, and said softly, and then the two of them tiptoed back to their original positions.

"Tao Yao is actually very powerful. Although he looks cowardly and silly. ”

Ye Mingke said to Qiao Qiao with a smile, he originally just wanted to make fun of his friends casually, but suddenly thought of a lot, a little distracted.

"He was beaten and couldn't fight back, just because he didn't want his Abba to be angry, and he was afraid that he would hurt others with too much strength, and he was a kind and stubborn person. ”

"And a kind person can capture a lot of beauty, he has liked the pottery baby pinched by the village mason since he was a child, and now he pinched the pottery doll I think is better than the mason's pinch, because each of his pottery babies is a kind of retention for him in this wonderful world. ”

"Brother Tao Yao, like Ming Ke, is a very kind person. ”

But I'm not, good people see the world beautifully, but the world they see is often so terrible.

Qiao Qiao said silently in his heart.

"Heh, I can't, I'm not like him, who dares to bully me, bully my friend, I have to hit him all over the ground to find teeth!" Ye Mingke remembered the fight he had helped Tao Yao fight and smiled.

As the conversation gradually stopped, Ming Ke continued to pick up the school textbook he borrowed from Qiao Qiao, and continued to read and memorize.

Although he only has the knowledge of Gewu in the textbooks, and he can't learn the physical skills and Taoist techniques that he is most curious about in the school, he still cherishes them.

Qiao Qiao sat beside him, accompanied him, quietly watching the early autumn sky, the flowing green stream, and the yellow leaves falling from the old trees.

She's still a quiet girl.

As the sun passed, the sun began to set in the west.

Ming Ke planned to take advantage of this rare vacation to finish the book and come back after dark.

During this period, Tao Yao said hello to them and went back to burn the clay figurines first.

In the end, Minke didn't see that it was dark. Jojo patted him on the shoulder and pointed to the sky, only to look up and see that the sky was covered with thick dark clouds at some point.

It's going to rain, after all, it's only early autumn, and the town's summer is not far away, and the weather is still a little erratic.

They got up and went home, Ming Ke originally wanted to send Qiao Qiao home and then go back by himself, but Qiao Qiao was afraid that he would be caught in the rain too late when he went back, so the two went home separately halfway.

The thunder on the horizon rumbled and rolled, and the oncoming wind was flooded with the heavy humidity before the heavy rain.

Ye Mingke didn't rush back, two years of rain or shine training made him no longer afraid of the general wind and rain, he just couldn't resist Qiao Qiao, who was worried about him, so he didn't send Qiao Qiao home first.

He put on a black belt in front of him again, and walked slowly in the thunder and wind before the heavy rain, after two years of training, he was somewhat accustomed to and liked the world he felt after wearing a black belt, which was a wonderful world that was difficult to perceive every day by visual suppression.

In particular, the sound of thunder and wind today reminded him of the wonderful world that he felt on that rainy night for two years that could change with his heartbeat and breathing.

He walked through the streets of the town, listening to the wind creeping through the windows and doors of the town, listening to the earth's response to the slight trembling of thunder, and listening to the grass and trees shrinking against the coming wind and rain.

He was immersed in that alternative world, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile, and at that moment, a piercing laugh interrupted all his perception and imagination.

"Haha, are you sick!"

The shrill voice stood in front of him, and at the same time there were several footsteps on the opposite side, obviously more than one person.

"Hahaha, it's going to rain if you're not sick, this fool is still walking here slowly with a black cloth!"

"Yes, it must be a fool!"

"100% stupid. ”

More louder and piercing laughter followed, and the laughter of the first person rang out.

Ye Mingke's face turned indifferent, and he stopped, feeling the malice and ridicule rushing towards him.

He knew who was on the other side.

The first laugh was Li Yin, the little bully in the village who had been beaten by him for bullying Tao Yao, the son of the village chief, and I heard that he was still one of the most proud students in the Confucius School.

And the rest of the laughter was a few of his little henchmen.

"Hey, fool, what are you doing here?" asked one of Li Yin's henchmen.

"I'm cultivating. Ye Mingke replied indifferently.

"Hahaha, cultivation?!"

"This is also called cultivation?"

"People who don't get into the academy are ridiculous!"

"A piece of black cloth is called cultivation?"

The group laughed as if they had heard some particularly funny joke, and a few of them seemed to laugh so uncomfortably that they held their stomachs.

Ye Mingke stood in place, expressionless.

He wasn't very angry, he just felt annoyed and felt that this group of people was stupid and sick.

He wasn't a doctor, so he walked straight ahead and prepared to leave.