Zhang Keke glanced at the booklet in Yu Sheng's hand, Nunu's mouth, and said, "What book?"

"I don't know, I can't understand it!" Yu Sheng scratched his head and replied depressedly.

Flipping back to the written word, there are only three big words written on it.

"Counting the Heavenly Machine"

What the hell? Is it a fortune-telling book, or is it the Taoist priest's eating thing?

Although I can't understand the description in it, I don't know why, for the rest of my life, I always feel that there is a lot of things in this booklet, which is an intuition, and he has always had confidence in his intuition.

Otherwise, the child's temperament at a young age would not accompany the so-called charlatan to talk nonsense for a long time.

After reading it for a long time, he still didn't see the mystery of this booklet, Yu Sheng sighed, shook his hand, and threw it into the bamboo basket behind him.

I'd better wait until I get back and see, he thought!

Seeing that Yu Sheng finally stopped studying the tattered booklet, Zhang Keke handed him the white embroidered shoes in his hand.

"Uh, what is this?" the rest of his life scratched his head habitually.

Zhang Keke glanced at him again and said, "Take it, how can you let a girl take something?"

"Ahh

And looking at Zhang Keke, who was walking around in front of him with his hands behind his back and like a little adult, Yu Sheng secretly muttered: "Why is this young lady who looks like a fairy is also as changeable as Aunt Liu next door?"

Or is what the old man said the truth?

Hey, distressed, distressed!"

Of course, no matter how much you complain, you read a few words in pieces, but I don't know if I think so in my heart for the rest of my life.

The bustling market is not only about ordinary clothes and daily necessities, but also about a lot of new things that are not commonly found in the city.

After a while, the bamboo basket that was originally slightly empty for the rest of his life was filled with a small half of all kinds of miscellaneous items.

His little face turned through a lot of deflated small pockets, which were all private money he secretly saved every week!

But the painful and happy time was always short-lived, and at once it was ten o'clock in the morning, and the vendors in the bazaar began to pack up their business again, and were ready to go home for a week, just to wait for this day.

At the entrance of the market, two small figures stood opposite each other, and the warm sunlight slightly elongated the shadows, and there was a bit of tranquility in the surging flow of people.

Zhang Keke looked at Yu Sheng opposite, puffed out his cheeks, and said, "Don't you have anything to say?"

"Huh?" Yu Sheng suddenly looked up, his little face blank, as if he had just heard the girl's question.

Looking at his appearance, Zhang Keke was annoyed again, and he gritted his silver teeth with hatred: "The leave I took is coming to an end, and I won't come back next week!

Yu Sheng was shocked when he heard this, and finally reacted, and hurriedly said, "Then will you come back in the future?"

As if seeing the boy's eager expression, Zhang Keke, who was slightly satisfied, pursed his lips and smiled, still as innocent as a flower that blew the heart of the rest of his life, and only listened to her: "I don't know, it depends on whether someone is sincere, I heard that as long as you make a wish to the stars in the sky, perhaps, your dream will come true!"

Then, Zhang Keke, who was like a little adult, touched the neat inch of his life for the rest of his life, and said in a serious voice: "You have to grow up quickly!

After speaking, she looked at her grandfather, who was waving to her in the distance, and turned around, revealing a little reluctance in his moving eyes.

Then he ran to his grandfather, who was waving to him, carrying the pair of white embroidered shoes in his hand, and the skirt was fluttering, still leaving only a moving back for the rest of his life.

Yu Sheng was stunned and watched the figure go away, as if the green silk fragrance remained beside him, he took a slight breath, and said in a low voice: "Xingxing?

......

Mao'er Village at night is still so quiet and sultry, the moonlight always seems to favor this place, the beautiful moon veil gently shrouds this small place, and the impetuous human heart will always be soothed by it.

The rest of his life lay quietly on the roof, his hands resting on the back of his head, biting a dog's tail grass in his mouth, and staring fixedly at the night sky full of stars.

He muttered, "Stars?"

At this time, there was a noise at the bottom, it turned out that the old man Yu was holding a smoking gun, climbed up the ladder, and looked at Yu Sheng, the latter grinned at the corner of his mouth, sat next to Yu Sheng, and said with a smile: "What, I went out to buy wine today, and I met your little lover again?"

Yu Sheng was stunned for a moment, now he doesn't understand the title of little lover very well, but he just thinks that few words that pop out of Old Man Yu's mouth are normal.

So he pouted and said, "No!"

"Hey, hey!" Old Man Yu shrugged, as if to say that he understood.

Rolling his eyes, he didn't bother to pay attention to this old man who was disrespectful, he got up neatly, the night was already a little cool, wrapped in a small coat on his body, and hurriedly climbed down the ladder for the rest of his life.

Because he knew that Aunt Liu next door was about to start taking a bath again, otherwise how could this old man climb up so hard, and he usually had nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace.

......

Back in the room for the rest of my life, shoes kicked, clothes flicked, lights turned off, and the bright room was suddenly quiet.

Now he has a compulsory course every night, and that is cultivation, because he finds that even if he cultivates all night now, he will still be alive and well the next morning.

At this moment, I saw him quickly roll onto the bed, and then his legs were crossed, his body sat upright, his breathing slowed down, and when his spirit calmed down and calmed down, he began to pinch the magic with both hands.

In a few moments, faint air currents poured into the room like a whirlpool along the night.

Each stream of air rushed into his slightly closed nose for the rest of his life, like a living thing, and then only a little impurity was left to spit out of his mouth.

Between one breath and one inhale, it is like a natural one, and it has its own rhythm.

After a week of cultivation, the rest of his life has been able to vaguely feel the first bottleneck, as long as he breaks through this bottleneck, he can be regarded as truly stepping into the ranks of immortal cultivation, which is converted, that is, he can break through to the Qi refining period.

For the rest of his life with a lineage but no special teacher to teach him, it was absolutely amazing to be able to initiate the spirit in just one week and break through to the first level of Qi refining.

After all, if there is a special teacher to tutor, you will definitely be able to avoid many crooked paths. Many people go from spiritual enlightenment to cultivation to the first level of qi refining, but it takes a month, and some people with outstanding talents also need about half a month.

As for why the rest of his life progressed so fast, not only because he was that peerless and rare peerless spiritual root, perhaps even he didn't know was that whenever he cultivated, the jade pendant on his chest would float in the air, and a white soft light would envelop him.

And time passed like this minute by second, it seemed like a long time, it seemed that it was just a moment.

Yu Sheng felt the never-ending golden vortex in his mind suddenly tremble, as if he heard a non-existent clicking sound.

The golden vortex, which was the size of an egg, seemed to grow slightly, and its speed of rotation increased slightly.

His hands continued to seal, and after a few moments, he slowly retracted the seal.

Yu Sheng slowly opened his eyes, and when his eyes opened lightly, a golden light flashed quickly.

After slowly exhaling a mouthful of turbid air, he finally said to himself with a little excitement: "Seventy-two changes are the first change, one heavy sky!"