The curling smoke, Bai Jing's expression was flat, but his heart was indeed surging, he never felt that he would be so excited to see the smoke of the cooking, yes, no less than the excitement of rebirth, the neat grass houses, as if returning to the place where he came.

Outsiders came to the village, this is a big deal, many villagers came out to watch, the last time the village came to the people was three years ago, no, the last time that didn't count, that was the immortals, the villagers thought, the last time the immortals passed by our village, said what is the broadcast fairy road, select disciples, and finally took away the old man Li's doll at the entrance of the village, saying that this doll has some spirituality, to teach him the fairy law, which can make the old man Li proud, but this three years, I haven't seen the Li doll again, alas...

"Little doll, you... Where did you come from?..... Hiss..... This baby.... So handsome!" After everyone looked at Shirai, they took a few steps back.

"Little immortal, are you an immortal who came down from the mountain?" an old man tentatively apprehensive but slightly excited.

Although this little doll is a little worn out, but the dusty temperament, standing there is like a painting, it is an immortal, and this is the feeling of the immortal you saw three years ago.

Shirai, who was stunned for a long time, didn't know how to answer, and he couldn't say that he came from a place where the sun was round, so he could only acquiesce.

"I want to stay here for a while, can I, sir?"

The villagers listened to the little immortal to live for a while, and they all felt blessed by the Bodhisattva, but in a blink of an eye, they were embarrassed, this immortal lived in a small mountain village, how could there be a place worthy of the immortal.

"Or.... Little fairy, you just live in my house, three years ago there was an immortal in my baby, had lived in my house for one night, is my baby's room, these three years I have been cleaning, looking forward to my baby back to live well, the little fairy and first wronged to live. The old man said respectfully, not treating Shirai as a seven or eight-year-old doll at all.

Most of the villages made a living from farming, hunting, weaving, and laboring in distant towns.

The old woman of the Li family is an expert in weaving, and the woven cloth is not only fast but also has a good texture, and many rich ladies in the town like it very much.

Therefore, Old Man Li's family is quite solid, living in a two-story wooden building, the old couple lives on the first floor, and Bai Jing lives on the second floor.

Old Lady Li is very fierce, always disgusted with Old Man Li, and Old Man Li is not angry, just smiles, as if she has been like this for most of her life.

Old Lady Li was surprisingly kind to Bai Jing, as if she was not alone, everything delicious was brought upstairs, meals, snacks, a table was full, the beds were made neatly, and a thick quilt was specially added.

When the night comes, the evening breeze caresses the unsettled heart. The mother-in-law of the Li family said that the baby was one year older than Bai Jing when she walked with the immortal, and she was afraid that she would not be able to recognize it now. Bai Jing knew that in another ten years, Granny Li would recognize it, but she didn't say anything.

The Li family originally wanted to train Li Jiawa to be a scholar, and there were a lot of books piled up in the room. The characters and Chinese characters have a slight provenance, and they can still be understood.

Most of the books are morality, wisdom, etiquette, governing the country and rejuvenating the country, and so on. Fortunately, there is a "Nine Volumes of Anecdotes", which is temporarily used to comfort the restless soul.

The lamp sits quietly, and the book and ink linger.

Among the nine volumes, the "Vulgar Wild Volume", "Rare Volume" and "Ancient Past Volume" are the most attractive to Baijing, open the "Vulgar Wild Volume", full of anecdotes and strange customs in various realms, rural wild things, the original world or continent, much bigger than ordinary people think, and the earth is more than sesame seeds and winter melon. The writer called You Xianzi said that he was originally a person who sought immortality on the mountain, and it was difficult to become a road because of his shallow qualifications.

"Rare Volume" covers a wide range of treasures, psychic treasures, strange fruits, Ganoderma lucidum fairy grass, fairy beasts and strange spirits, and everything is included. Shirai sat at the table, read carefully, and on the last page of the fruit category, he saw a magical fruit called the seven-year-old fruit, which is said to not only condense the flesh after eating it, but also make the flesh and muscles completely return to the appearance of a seven-year-old child.

Shirai looked down at his feet sitting on the high chair and couldn't touch the ground, and sighed helplessly.

I don't know where Xu Qing and Hu Hai were teleported to, and I can't even be sure if they were teleported to this magical continent. Anyway, if there is fate, we will meet each other, and it is useless to think about it, just wait for the fate.

The old man of the Li family did not respect Bai Jing as much as he did at the beginning, but he did not dare to be too intimate, because the old man Li felt that this calm baby seemed to be more than just a baby, and his eyes were always calm, not like a child. The mother-in-law of the Li family is more kind, and she is used to Baijing, and she also made a white shirt, and after putting it on, the people in the village are more convinced that this little immortal must be extraordinary, but I don't know why I want to live in this small mountain village, is it to experience life?

During the day, Old Man Li went to the fields to farm, or to the mountains to set traps to hunt. Mrs. Li weaves and dyes cloth at home, and is in a daze on the bamboo chair in the white well or the yard, or looks around, and sometimes even the insects on the ground have to be carefully studied. Mrs. Li occasionally looked up at Baijing in the courtyard, smiling at herself, as if thinking about her own baby.

Mrs. Li's family has a dog, a gray-yellow earth dog, which is usually very fierce, and if there is a little movement outside the courtyard, it is to go out and make half a mile of land. But since the first day of Shirai, this dog has never looked at Shirai, and in this family, the most "respectful" thing to get along with is this dog. On weekdays, Shirai lies on a bamboo chair under the tree in the yard to empty himself, and the dog lies under another tree at the other end of the yard, without interfering with each other, he knows that it is there, it knows that he is there, but he doesn't even look at it.

As the days went by, the distribution of the trees became tacitly agreed, and there were two trees in the yard, one from the white well and one from the dog.

Old man Li's family depends on the head of the village, usually there are few people, the most is the village chief, the village chief is also a simple old man, surnamed Mo, he likes to drink with Old Man Li on weekdays, every time he sees Bai Jing, he is always slightly embarrassed, this little immortal in addition to looking extraordinary, but this little year has been half a year, and he has never seen any immortal magic.

The village chief drank too much, and the one who mentioned the most was his grandson Mo Xiaobao.

"Brother Li, I'm not blowing, if it weren't for my grandson who fell from the tree and injured his leg three years ago, and failed to let the immortals watch, then taking him up the mountain to learn the immortal method might be my family's treasure." “

"You can pull it down, my baby is awake, I feel that this baby is different when I was a child, and the teacher in the town also said that my baby has a great future. Your Bao'er can fall off a tree on the last tree, and what kind of immortal method do you learn? "The old ones hurt the little ones everywhere.

On this day, an ordinary day, early in the morning, Bai Jing was called up by his mother-in-law, and the sun in the sky was still only a little exposed. Now Bai Jing is like a rich young master, and the hardest thing he does is to walk from the second floor to the bamboo chair in the courtyard.

Well, it's really hard, and it's forty-seven steps.