Half a month has passed, these days, Taichu got up early in the morning every day, hurriedly ate a few bites of breakfast, and then ran to the well to have a look, hoping that Xiao Huang would be again, but that Xiao Huang never came again. He was not in a hurry, he sat alone in the grass by the well, holding a small yellow stone in one hand, and holding his cheek in the other hand in a quiet daze. This morning, no one got up, and the village in the distance was silent. Even the insects and small animals in the wild did not get up, and there was silence all around. Taichu sat there motionless, his eyes not blinking, and the sound of his breathing became softer and softer, almost blending in with the silence around him. Slowly ... Slowly ... The figure of the beginning became blurred, became looming, and eventually, disappeared... He was motionless and lost in place.

At this time, footsteps were heard outside the grass, and Lear shouted Taichu's name: "Chu'er, Chu'er... Although the sound was not loud, it was still far away in the silence of the morning.

"Daddy, I'm here!"

Lear was relieved to hear Taichu's response. These days, my son always runs out early in the morning, and he is always a little uneasy because he is afraid that something will happen. So I came along and had a look. Lear followed the sound and burrowed into the grass. When I arrived at the well, I didn't see the shadow of the beginning. He looked down the well and was also startled. A shriveled black python lay at the bottom of the well, but it was not in sight.

"Chu'er, where are you?" Lear panicked as he shouted softly.

"Daddy, I'm just sitting here!" Lear turned his head, and Taichu was sitting on the grass less than two feet beside him.

"You killed this python?"

"No, it was Xiao Huang who killed it!"

"Who is Xiao Huang?"

"Little Yellow is Little Yellow!" was an impeccable answer, and Lear was embarrassed. You can roughly understand the reason, and I can't help but be afraid. Taichu often played here alone, if he met this python alone, wouldn't it be a lot of luck. Hurriedly pulled up Taichu and said: "Chu'er, let's go home, you can't come here to play again in the future, there are monsters here that will hurt my Chu'er." As he spoke, he leaned down and pulled Taichu up.

Taichu looked disappointed, but he was a very obedient child, and he did not argue, and followed his father out of the grass.

Already out of this bush, Taichu Chu said: "Why did Xiao Huang let me go to the bottom of the well? Is there something at the bottom of the well?" Although the child didn't understand anything, his curiosity was very strong. He took his father's hand, Lear stood still, and turned to look at Taichu: "Chu'er, is there something wrong?"

Taichu glanced up at his father, then turned around and pointed in the direction of the dry well and said, "Dad, there is a little yellow baby at the bottom of the well!"

"Chu'er, there is a spirit-sucking python at the bottom of the well, it's very dangerous, let's go quickly!"

"Dad, the python is dead!"

"But the python's parents, brothers and sisters are still alive! If they come back, they will definitely avenge the dead python." ”

"I didn't kill that python! why should they seek revenge on me?"

"The python just treats you as food, whether you kill it or not, it will eat you!"

"What about Xiao Huang's baby, if Xiao Huang comes to get it himself, won't he be injured again!" Tai Chu didn't lock it tightly, he thought he should help Xiao Huang bring the baby up.

"Okay, Daddy will help you go down there, but you have to promise me that you won't come here again. Lear had no choice but to agree in order to cut off his son's thoughts.

He took Taichu back to his house, took a wedge, a hammer, a rope, and a sickle, and came to the dry well. Nail the wedge to the ground, tie one short of the rope to the wedge, and put the other end into the well, just the right length. Lear pinned his scythe behind him for self-defense, pulled the rope and slid to the bottom of the well, looking around.

Taichu lay on the edge of the well and looked down nervously: "Daddy, if there is a monster, hurry up." He also regretted it a little, for fear that some python monster would hurt his father.

Lear comforted his son, "Baby, don't worry, everything is fine." ”

The bottom of the well was littered with dead grass and rocks, and there were dry bones of some animals. It smells fishy. It's disgusting. Lear searched along the edge of the stone wall. Beneath the stone wall to the north, there was indeed a hole, one and a half feet in diameter, into which anyone could get in. The entrance to the cave is covered by dead grass and is not easy to find.

Lear carefully used his scythe to peel through the dead grass. Leaned down and looked into the hole. It was pitch black inside, and it seemed like there was something. He put the scythe in, touched something, and hooked it out. Sure enough, something came out.

A yellow stone, rustic in the earth, a bit like sun-dried yellow mud, the size of a watermelon, with an irregular shape. Lear looked closer to the yellow stone, and saw that there were three golden hairs growing on the large stone, which were neatly arranged, and it seemed that it had been placed on purpose. But the technique is very powerful, as if it grows out of a stone.

Lear suddenly looked at it, and thought it was gold, and was excited, but when he looked closely, it was not, it looked like gold, it was indeed powdery, golden yellow, it didn't look as good as gold, the hard and flat places would be reflective, and the unshiny places would be rubbed by hand, and yellow powder would fall. "This is, is this? This is one of the weasel's two treasures: the Divine Sand Talisman Yellowstone!" Lear danced with joy.

Lear swung his scythe around the cave a few more times, but nothing came into it. Pin the scythe behind you and move the yellow stone. The stone is heavy. He unbuckled his belt, tied the stone, carried it behind his back, and climbed up along the rope. And he put the yellow stone on the ground.

Taichu saw it and said happily: "Xiao Huang! This Mao Mao is Xiao Huang's Mao Mao, this is Xiao Huang's baby!" He carefully prepared to put away a few yellow animal hairs, but when his fingers touched the hairs, there was a puff of yellow smoke, and the three animal hairs disappeared. These three hairs turned out to be Xiao Huang's spell, which was probably used to protect this yellow stone.

In the beginning, when he went to get the yellow stone, he could not lift it, because it was very heavy. He couldn't move at all.

Lear smiled and said, "This yellow mud is still very heavy, Daddy will help you move it home." Lear took off his robe, wrapped the stone inside, picked up the Divine Sand Rune Yellowstone, and led Taichu out of the grass and into the house. As soon as they entered the house, a tornado drifted to the mouth of the well, then stopped and disappeared. Naturally, these Lear and Taichu did not know.

Lear is interested in rune formations, and although he has not yet started with them, he knows a lot. This stone is the treasure of the fairy family to make talismans, money can't buy it, it is thousands of times more valuable than gold, and the folk make talismans are made of cinnabar, which is useless at all. For that kind of cinnabar rune to be truly powerful, it requires extremely deep cultivation. Generally, the runes drawn by Taoist priests are basically deceitful. The Divine Sand Rune Huangshi is completely different, even ordinary people can make powerful talismans.

Lear put the stone in the courtyard, took a porcelain basin, and put the stone in it, and the stone was very heavy, but not strong, and it was broken into several pieces with a light smash of the hammer, and after a few blows with the hammer, it all turned into powder.

Taichu squatted beside him, holding his cheeks with both hands, and watched quietly.

Lear took a bowl of white wine and pinched a little yellow powder with his thumb and forefinger and put it in the wine. The powder dissolves when it meets wine, which is strange to say, the powder is yellow, but a bowl of wine becomes a thick red, and a strong breath emanates. The color is similar to that of mud, but not as viscous. The viscosity is a bit like ink.

Lear took a brush and a piece of yellow paper, and drew a stroke on it, the handwriting looming, exuding a strong aura of power, and a faint golden glow.