The sun is rising, the morning glow is bright, the sunlight passes through the layers of white clouds, as if it is sprinkled like broken gold, people bathe in it, the pores are dilated, and the mind is refreshed.

Hualong Yizheng sat on the mountain stone, his expression was serious, he pinched the trick in his hand, and the brilliant golden light was sprinkled on his body, reflecting him like the son of a god, which is what Hualong Yizheng must do every morning, leading the heaven and earth to nourish his body.

Time flies, half an hour later, Hua Longyi collected the gong as usual, this is what Grandpa Yao advised, after a long time, his body is too weak, he can't stand to make up, there will be big problems, although it is different now, he is in good health, but Xiao Yizheng feels that he still has to listen to Grandpa Yao's words, just half an hour.

"Knock Knock"

A heavy knock sounded, and when he heard this sound, Hua Long Yizheng hurriedly and happily ran to the door of the courtyard and opened the courtyard door.

At the door, there stood two children about the same age as Hua Long Yizheng, one was strong, like a tiger cub, holding a bulging animal skin bag tightly in his arms, and the other had a cold expression, resolute eyes, and a brute bow.

"Savage, bow rack. Hua Long Yizheng said happily, these two people are his best friends, the three of them have played since childhood, they have always been inseparable, closer than brothers.

"Medicine jar, go, go into the yard, there's something delicious, hehe. The man patted the animal skin bag in his arms, smiled and walked into the courtyard.

"Delicious?" Hua Long Yizheng's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Quick, come in." ”

The three of them walked into the courtyard, and the man put the animal skin bag on the stone platform, and then opened the mouth of the bag and said, "Look, what is this?"

"Red vermilion. Hualong Yizheng said in surprise, in the animal skin bag, nine fist-sized fruits, bright red like blood, crystal clear, fragrant.

The red vermilion fruit is not a spiritual fruit, but it is refreshing and delicious, moistens people's hearts and spleens, and is the favorite fruit of the three people.

"Come, eat. The man picked up two red vermilion fruits and handed them to Xiao Yizheng and the bow rack, and then took one for himself.

"Wow, that's so sweet!" took a bite of the red vermilion fruit, Xiao Yizheng's small eyes were bent into a crescent shape, and two small dimples appeared on his face, which was very cute.

"Sweet, bow rack, isn't it sweet?"

"Sweet. ”

The three of them sat cross-legged on the stone platform, eating red vermilion fruits, looking into the distance, in the distance, the mountains were reckless, the beasts were infested, and the fierce birds were rampant.

"What do you say, what is the world outside the tribe like?" Xiao Yizheng's eyes sparkled and he asked curiously.

"I don't know. Gong Rack shook his head, and then said, "When we grow up, we'll go out and see." ”

"If you can't get out, the patriarch's grandfather said, the great wilderness is full of fierce birds and beasts, and only the strong dare to cross the great wilderness. The man shook his head and denied the bow's words.

"Then be strong. The bow frame has a resolute expression, a sonorous and powerful tone, and there is no doubt about it, although he is young, but the firmness in his eyes is rare even in adults.

As if infected by the firmness of the bow frame, the Han Manzi looked solemn and said, "I also want to become a strong man, and I also want to go out of the tribe." Medicine jar, what about you?"

"I, I was born to be strong, aren't you?"

"Yes!"

"Yes, the medicine jar is right. ”

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Half a month later, the Lei tribe, an ancient animal skin appeared in the sky above a courtyard, the ancient animal skin slowly descended, and an old man with fairy wind bones sat on it, his clothes were fluttering, and his body exuded the fragrance of medicine, which seemed a little dusty.

"Xiaozheng, grandpa is back, grandpa has something good here. The old man shouted at the stone house, his voice full of joy.

In the stone house, Xiao Yi was sitting and reading with a book, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head, intoxicated, not disturbed by the outside world at all, after hearing Yao Lao's voice, his expression was ecstatic, and he said: "Grandpa Yao, Grandpa Yao is back." ”

Xiao Yizheng hurriedly closed the book, ran outside the house, ran to Yao Lao, hugged Yao Lao tightly, and said aggrievedly: "Grandpa Yao, you are finally back, why have you been there for so long, Xiao Zheng wants to kill you." ”

"Alright, alright. Yao Lao smiled at the corner of his mouth, touched Xiao Yizheng's head dotingly, and said, "Isn't Grandpa back?" Grandpa sees that you have a good complexion, you haven't been sick these days. ”

Speaking of this, Xiao Yizheng's eyes were red, crystal tears fell, slid across his cheeks, and said: "Grandpa Yao, Xiao Zheng, Xiao Zheng almost died, I will never see Grandpa Yao again, Xiao Zheng is not afraid of death, Xiao Zheng is tortured by illness day and night, life is better than death, death is a relief for Xiao Zheng." ”

"Xiao Zheng, what do you say? How can you have such thoughts?" Yao Lao was upset in his heart, and his chest was full of anger, but he didn't blame Xiao Zheng, blame himself, blame himself for being incompetent, blame the world, blame the world for being unfair.

Every time he saw Xiao Zheng being tortured by illness to the point that life was worse than death, his heart was cut slowly, slowly, and by knife, looking at the child's immature and cute little face with a hideous expression, at that moment, Yao Lao himself felt that death was a relief for Xiao Zheng.

He couldn't help but ask himself, is it right or wrong to go to great lengths for Xiaozheng to prolong his life? Is it to love Xiaozheng and want to cure this poor child completely, or is it selfish and wants Xiaozheng to accompany his bad old man more?

"But Xiao Zheng can't die, Xiao Zheng is reluctant to medicine Grandpa, Xiao Zheng remembers, Grandpa said, Grandpa has nothing, only Xiao Zheng is left, Xiao Zheng is the only one for Grandpa, Xiao Zheng has to accompany Grandpa. ”

"Yes...... "Yao Lao Xin."

Back mountain, Han Manzi holds high the ancient copper tripod, running around the back mountain, although the copper tripod weighs more than 1,000 catties, the child is not hard, it can be said that it is born with divine power.

On the other side, under the vigorous old tree, the bow shelf slammed into the trunk of the tree with a fist, the leaves fell in a slump, the hands kept moving, the strings rang out, and every time they were shot, they were all three arrows in a salvo.

The leaves of the trees fell, and on a huge rock, eighteen fine iron arrows nailed more than thirty leaves to it.