The thin old man was stunned, he didn't expect the kid in front of him to have a little temper. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Okay, grandpa," Yang Jingshu gently tugged at the sleeve of the thin old man, "Grandpa, he's here, he's a guest, and there is no reason for our family to drive guests away." ”

"Shut up! how can you have a girl's share in interjecting?!" The thin old man glared angrily, as if he had eaten gunpowder, and then looked at this human-looking red boy, and pondered in his heart, from the appearance, he really couldn't tell what kind of goblin the red boy was, then there was another possibility, and it was also the one he didn't want to mention the last time - the red boy was cultivating the truth!

The thin old man paused, his eyes were full of coldness, and asked, "Let me ask you, are you a cultivator?"

"Yes!" The red boy really couldn't get used to the thin old man's attitude towards Yang Jingshu, so he pulled his throat and said, even if he was not a cultivator, even if he hadn't set foot in the door of the cultivation realm.

The thin old man's old face turned slightly white, and then gradually dyed red, he coughed lightly, and said with a heavy face: "You go, you are not welcome in my house." With that, he walked straight to the main house.

"Hey," the red boy stood in the courtyard and called out to the thin old man who was about to enter the house, and the old man's rickety back immediately stopped, "You tell me to go, I'll go, why listen to you." It can be said that there was a youthful impulse in the tone of the red boy.

The thin old man did not speak, nor did he turn around to quarrel with the red boy, but shook his head helplessly, and then continued to limp forward, and finally stepped into the back room.

"Well, if I were a boy, Grandpa wouldn't have done this to me. Yang Jingshu stood in place and said wistfully.

The red boy looked at Yang Jingshu's charming and sad side face, and was silent for a long time, he didn't understand how such a beautiful and sensible girl couldn't get her grandfather's love.

Yang Jingshu's small nose fluttered slightly, as if she was swallowing all the grievances, and when she turned her face to the red child, she showed a very reluctant smile and said, "Brother, don't worry about my grandfather, let's wait for dinner." With that, he took the red boy to the kitchen.

"Mother, is the meal ready?" Shu'er is so hungry!" Yang Jingshu ran to the young woman who was chopping vegetables, and there was a little coquettish in her tone.

When the young woman heard Yang Jingshu's voice, she neatly cut two green onions, then put down the kitchen knife, looked at her distressedly, and asked with a look of pity, "Shu'er, are you okay?"

"Mother, I'm fine, I'm used to it. Yang Jingshu bent her eyebrows, like a crescent moon, and smiled.

The young woman scooped a scoop of water from the big tank and poured it into the basin, washed her hands, and then gently touched Yang Jingshu's soft long hair, and said with relief: "Shu'er, you are a good child, my mother is so happy to have a child like you." ”

"Mother, why are you saying such sensational things again? Yang Jingshu said with a smile, she knew in her heart how much her mother loved her.

"Hehe, my mother made a lot of dishes for you today. The young woman smiled slightly, worthy of being a mother and daughter, to be honest, she looked as good as Yang Jingshu when she smiled. The young woman turned her attention to the red boy again, stared into his eyes, and said kindly, "Little friend, what do you want to eat, tell me, and I'll make it for you." ”

Hearing this, the red boy said happily: "Auntie, I can eat anything, I'm not a picky eater." "He now thinks in his heart that this young woman is very good.

After a while, the meal was ready, it was quite hearty, all the chickens, ducks and fish were available, Yang Jingshu's grandfather was reluctant to come out to eat, so the young woman had to bring the meal to his house.

The thin old man sat alone in the room, did not pick up the chopsticks on the table, just silently looked out the window, and in his mind, memories were surging up like waves at this time.

That was decades ago, and he was still young, six or seven years old. Several elders of his family were cultivators, including his father. However, among the cultivators of these families, the highest cultivation is only the one who has reached the Great Perfection of the Jindan Stage. This kind of strength, in front of those big families of cultivation, is like a small ant, which may be pinched to death at any time.

Once, his family accidentally obtained a treasure, which is said to be an extremely rare Chaos Treasure, however, it didn't take long for someone to accidentally leak the news, and eventually attracted a murderous disaster.

The reason why he was able to avoid this disaster was that day he and his mother rode in a carriage all the way to the temple more than 100 miles away to burn incense and worship the Buddha, praying for the Buddha to bless the safety of the whole family.

When he and his mother returned home the next day, they saw a mess. The mansion that once covered an area of four or five hundred acres is gone, but has become an endless ruin, with crimson blood and broken corpses and rotten flesh mixed in every corner, terrifying and terrifying. He still vividly remembers the mood at that time, as if he had fallen into the abyss, resentment, despair, and helplessness.

Later, his neighbor across the street described to him and his mother what had happened on that stormy night.

That night, thunder and lightning, wind and rain, and the sky seemed to be torn apart. Suddenly, three slender black shadows fell from the sky and stood on the street in front of the house, among them, the tallest black shadow pointed lightly at the thick door, and only heard a "bang", and the door shattered into a pile of waste wood.

As soon as the three black shadows strode into the house, various voices sounded, including hoarse shouts, piercing screams, hurried escapes, children's cries, old people's mournful begging for mercy, and so on.

His neighbor was standing in front of his house with an umbrella and watching, so frightened that he didn't dare to say anything.

He saw the fire in his yard, and three black shadows hung in the air with their backs to him, and one of them said gloomily, "Hand over that treasure of your house!" Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless and destroying the seventy-eight people up and down your family!"

"Don't hand it in!" a senior with the most qualifications said in a resolute tone, and his voice resounded like thunder, "What kind of treasure falls into the hands of you people, it's all a waste!"

"Yes, we don't!" chimed in a couple of slightly younger men.

"Hehe, your mouth is still quite hard, and your bones will be turned to ashes in a while. I saw that the black shadow in the middle slowly raised his right arm, and the oldest Jindan elder of the Yang family was grabbed by him in the air, and the left arm of the black shadow turned back slightly, and a fire that could not be extinguished by heavy rain appeared in his palm.

The fire grew stronger and stronger, eventually transforming into a fiery dragon that circled back and forth above the courtyard.

"Down!"

The black shadow roared, and the fire dragon twisted its thick red flame waist and quickly rushed towards the Jindan Stage Elder who had been controlled, and then wrapped around his body until his body was drowned in the raging fire, so to speak, the whole picture was terrible.

This is not the end, the other two black shadows each took out a sword, and with a horizontal wave, the wind and rain were slashed, and the arrogant sword qi spread out with a faint green light, and everywhere it was affected, no one survived.

In the end, all life in this mansion ended at that moment. The three black shadows did not find the treasure, so they turned into three black lights and disappeared into the thunder and lightning.

Yang Jingshu's grandfather has made a vow since then that he will never cultivate the truth from generation to generation!

Whenever he thought about it, his heart couldn't calm down for a long time.