Walking in front of the old way, learning the expression of the old way when he was contemplating, holding one hand behind his back, touching his chin with the other, frowning, I don't know which tendon of the old way is wrong, the old man turned his head and glared at the expression of the little wood: "What do you see, haven't you seen your Taoist master? Where did you learn this stupid look, go and go to get your own food tonight, don't stop the Taoist master from traveling the world." ”

"No, old man, where did the jade pendant you took from me go, I have been feeling something recently, and I always feel that there is no information on the jade pendant. Xiao Mu crossed his waist and stretched his head out of the old man's face in a daze.

The old man was suddenly shocked, he was really afraid of something, his face still did not change, and the corners of his eyebrows raised slightly: "Your jade pendant, of course, is for you to keep it properly, why have you been thinking about something recently, do you want to see it, I want to see it immediately." ”

After that, he put on a look of not being surprised, as if Xiao Mu nodded, and took it out with him, like a light and light, and his heart beat a drum, why did this stupid boy suddenly want to observe the jade pendant, could it be that he really has an understanding, I will hold it down, I can't say that he will mention it casually, I can't show my stuffing.

"Okay, you take it out." Xiao Mu looked curious, as if he really wanted to take a look.

Lao Dao's face suddenly fell, staring at Xiao Mu's eyes tightly, Xiao Mu was not to be outdone, staring back at the old man's eyes, and the two stood on the edge of the threshold and stared at each other with big eyes. Lao Dao secretly exclaimed in his heart, this little rabbit cub must have found that the jade pendant is no longer in my hand, it's bad. This catastrophe is inevitable, after all, the jade pendant fell into Feng Laowei from his own hands, after all, it is a junior thing, he really can't pull his face and say that it is not in his hands for the time being, he can't say that this little ghost is complaining, and he thinks that he really wants to be greedy for his Baoyu to sell money, don't look at this little ghost's small body around eight years old, there are a lot of flowery intestines in his stomach, I don't know how difficult this kid is for himself.

Xiao Mu's heart blossomed, he was proud, looking at how you old man could take it out, he secretly felt a trace of coolness from the jade pendant on his chest, turned his thoughts, and his mind became active, thinking about how to handle this handle.

Suddenly, one big and one small smiled one after another, and I saw Xiao Mu raise his hand and gently rub the cigarette stick in the old man's hand, as if he was touching some rare treasure: "Hehe, this forgetful gun..." "Hey, hey, good, good, this meal..." Dao Ye slammed his chest, his voice was crisp and neat, and his face was depressed. The two of them never mentioned the matter of Yu Pei just now, as if they didn't have this memory at all.

Xiao Mu walked to the stone kang and looked at the cigarette gun carefully, although he didn't know how to use this thing, but he still secretly said that it was a good baby. The little hand rubbed gently, for fear of damaging the slightest bit with force, and made up his mind to take the time to study this treasure well, which may become a magic weapon for him to win in the world.

Looking at a pot of potted plants on the kangtou, a white and white iris was planted in the pot, this white irise, accompanied by him, one was underground, and the other was on the ground and struggled, which made Xiao Mu have a feeling of sympathy. Later, I found a small pot out of nowhere, and planted irises in it, but I didn't want to live until now.

When night falls, the whole world is also dimmed, the bright moon is in the sky, the stars are bright, the beautiful sea of stars is more eye-catching, the bright moonlight through the doors and windows, reflecting the back of the little wood on the ground with a long oblique shadow, the little wood staring at the iris stunned, the little squirrel lying on the beam, and an old yellow dog lying in front of the kang.

Tonight, Little Wood had a strange dream, and the dream was long, long. A fleur-de-lis fluttered in the air, gradually flying into the sky, leaving a lonely little wood running on the land to catch up, but never able to keep up with the traces of the irises, gradually the white iris disappeared in the world of the little wood, the little wood walked through a lot of places, met many strange monsters in the mountains, strange, all the way quietly looked at the little wood. Xiao Mu did not have the slightest panic in his heart, crossed a mountain peak and a big river, met more and more monks, gods and devils, Xiao Mu gradually became a generation of power, holding a forgetful gun, chasing the stars and taking the moon, turning over the river and the sea, free in the world, a mouthful of smoke erupted, everyone heard the wind and scattered, only the small wood in the sky hahahaha laughed, a look of joy and joy.

"Hahahaha...".

Lao Dao, frowning, slowly spit out a big mouthful of smoke, smacked the cigarette gun again, looked at the little wood that was laughing in his sleep wrapped in smoke on the bed, raised his leg and kicked his feet. Xiao Mu woke up blankly, rubbed his eyes sleepily, looked at the old man standing in the smoke, and shouted angrily when his sweet dream was disturbed: "Old man, what are you doing to disturb me?"

Lao Dao slowly exhaled a puff of smoke: "The sun is about to set." Didn't you promise Old Monster Feng to read and write with him?"

Before the words fell, I saw a figure swoop, snatching out the door, agile as a leopard, accompanied by a burst of hawk, ding-dong-dong sound, the figure disappeared in an instant.

Half a year later...

"It is easy to have the way of a gentleman, and the words are silent. Therefore, there are people who enter the temple and do not go out, and return forever after the rivers and lakes. Hidden Storm...."In Fengshen Hospital, Xiao Mu shook his head, absentmindedly reading a book, thinking about what questions to ask after he had achieved something in his studies.

In the past few months, Xiao Mu has gone out early and returned late every day, reading and reading with Doctor Feng, and occasionally watching Doctor Feng heal the people in the village. Although he was only eight or nine children, Mu Tou did not seem to shy away from the bloody wounds of the villagers, nor was he afraid, let alone excited, but frowned and stared at the magical technique of Mr. Skillful, secretly pondering the means to save the life and help the wounded.

Over the past few months, with watching and learning, as well as Doctor Feng's guidance from time to time, I have also understood a little bit of the skin.

Except for the beginning after Doctor Feng taught Xiao Mu to read and write, he threw a book that he didn't know what age it was to Xiao Mu and let him study it on his own. These are not the slightest difficulty for Xiao Mu, since the literacy, most of the classics read carefully, and I have figured out a rough idea, and the memory is particularly deep.

According to Mr., it is Xiao Mu who is unforgettable and naturally intelligent and supernatural. In response to this, Xiao Mu nodded heavily, and his look of deep disbelief made Doctor Feng shake his hand, and there was a crisp sound of "pop" in the air.

Xiao Mu, who was shaking his head and reading absentmindedly, saw Doctor Feng shaking the wine gourd in his hand, stepping out of the door, and immediately sat upright, with a childly demeanor at the end, Doctor Feng walked closer and stood quietly for a while, and raised his left hand: "Don't pretend, three questions, ask." ”