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Coming out of the old man's house, Zi Baifeng always felt as if he had forgotten something.

There was something in the old man's words that touched his heart, but he couldn't grasp it vaguely.

"Forget it, if you can't figure it out, you won't want to think about it......" Zi Baifeng shook his head, "Anyway, sooner or later it will pop out by itself." ”

Jade or something, Zi Baifeng is not particularly worried in his heart, anyway, there are many under Uncle Qingshi's buttocks, although Zi Baifeng has not counted, but there are always hundreds, but Zi Baifeng is not willing to give them to them.

Back at home, Zijian was taking care of the donkey treading the snow, brushing and feeding, and building a donkey shed.

"I'm back, your aunt has already cooked the meal, just waiting for you to come back and start the meal. Zijian put down the work in his hand, wiped his hands, walked into the kitchen, and brought out the food in a short time.

After eating in silence, Zijian sent Xiaoshi out of the alley to play, and said to Zi Baifeng: "Baifeng, I have something to tell you...... I don't know if I should talk about it or not. ”

Zi Baifeng was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise: "What? Dad, if you have something to say, just say it." ”

It won't be distressed that I bought a little donkey today, and I plan to count it down.

Who knew that Lu Dao Zijian looked up at Zi Baifeng: "Baifeng, these days, you are a little strange. ”

Zi Baifeng's heart suddenly jumped, did Daddy find something? Daddy won't think I'm not his son, and then don't want me!

"I know you're hiding something from me...... Ever since you were a child, you liked to hide from me. Zi Jian looked at Zi Baifeng, "You have started to be with monsters again......"

You're starting to be with youkai again...... You're starting to be with youkai again...... You're starting to be with youkai again......

Zi Baifeng's head buzzed, and he only felt that there was this sentence in his ears, and he was so frightened that he almost sat on the ground directly.

The tone of my father, and this word, this ...... What's going on? Is there anything I don't know?

"You used to run up the mountain every day to Qingshi to read and write, and I never stopped you, anyway, as long as you stay honest, I will be relieved. But since you passed out in the exam, you woke up and changed, you were like this when you were a child, you are smarter than anyone else, you have ideas more than anyone else, I once said that you will not be in the company of monsters, you don't listen, these days, the bluestone is bigger and bigger, it has become a demon......"

Daddy's eyes were full of worry and helplessness, and he stretched out a finger and knocked on Zi Baifeng's head: "Don't forget, once the monster grows up, it will make waves, have you forgotten how the flood in our village came from back then?"

Have you forgotten that silverfish?

Forgot about the silverfish?

Is there a silverfish?

One of Daddy's fingers was like a stick, and another memory exploded in Zi Baifeng's brain, he suddenly hugged his head and whispered.

This is the case in this world, the more you should not forget, the easier it is to be forgotten, in the corner of the memory that Zi Baifeng has never recalled, the dusty memory has been re-turned by the father.

When Zi Baifeng was three years old, the silverfish was born, and the flood flooded Zijia Village on the bank of the Meng River, and Zi Baifeng had to flee with his father.

Traveled all the way, fled for several years, walked hundreds of miles, wandered back and forth, and finally settled in Xiayan Village at the foot of Bird and Mouse Mountain.

This is what Zijian told Zi Baifeng.

It's just that no one knows the way, and the big flood at the beginning was not because of the silverfish, even if someone knew the way, they would never dare to say it.

The breeze is blowing, and Zibai Feng seems to have returned to the days when he was three years old, under the mountain, on the bank of the Yanghe River, in Zijia Village.

It was a sunny spring day, the breeze was warm, blowing the willows on the riverside, the Yanghe River at the foot of the mountain, suddenly turned a corner, from the turbulent water to become gentle and clear, Zijia Village is in such a bay.

Zi Baifeng, who was already three years old, dipped his twigs in water and wrote big characters on the big bluestone in the river bay one by one.

The words were written on the bluestone that was hot by the sun, and a line of words had been dried by the sun before it was finished, but Zi Baifeng wrote it over and over again.

When he was tired of writing, he sat down on the bluestone, stretched out his white and tender little feet into the river, and let the river wash the soles of his feet, looking into the distance.

Without a wife, Zijian is a father and a mother, taking care of Zi Baifeng. At the beginning, when Zijian went out to work, he had to lock Zi Baifeng at home, but Zi Baifeng was extremely smart, and he debated with Zijian several times, and finally persuaded Zijian that he could go out and walk by himself, although it was limited to outside the village, but the range of activities was much larger, and he would not be sick at home.

Zi Baifeng doesn't like to play with those children, and always writes sentences on this big bluestone that no one understands.

Zijian didn't know what to do, in fact, Zi Baifeng also encountered danger by the river, when he was two years old, he wrote on the big bluestone by the river, and when he stood up and planned to break another branch, he accidentally slipped off the bluestone.

At that time, Zi Baifeng really thought that he was going to die, he only remembered that water gushed from all directions and poured into his mouth and nose, he was desperately fluttering, wanting to shout for help, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the water poured in.

It was then that he noticed something against his waist and hunched him up and made him float on the water.

That was the first time he saw a silverfish.

Bai Shengsheng's feet swayed gently in the water, and circles of ripples rippled from his feet, even the flowing river could not wash away the ripples. Suddenly, he suddenly felt something itchy on the center of his foot, Zi Baifeng lowered his head, and he could see a big fish with two wings on his body in the water, kissing the center of his foot lightly with his mouth.

That's silverfish.

Legend has it that there is a silverfish in the big water of the city.

Since a year ago, when Zibaifeng reads or writes on the bluestone every day, the silverfish are here, it has gradually been able to communicate with Zibaifeng from the beginning, but it has grown a lot, and the size has become bigger and bigger, the biggest change is still the pair of wings on its body, at the beginning it was still shark fin, just slightly larger than ordinary fish, but now it has completely become a pair of wings, whenever there is a thunderstorm, it will open its wings, soar in the sky, and sometimes stop on the locust tree outside Zibaifeng's window。

The silverfish fluttered in the water, and the splashes spread out, splashing on the bluestone, and also splashing on Zi Baifeng's body, the slightest trace of river water, cool silk, Zi Baifeng laughed happily, and the laughter spread far and wide.

Whenever this happens, the silverfish in the river are extremely happy, and it seems that it can make Zi Baifeng happy, which is his favorite thing.

But things don't always go in the direction of good, and the silverfish likes Zi Baifeng more and more, and often in the middle of the night, quietly lands in the courtyard of Zi Baifeng's house, quietly watching him fall asleep in the moonlight, reading and writing under the lamp. And more and more villagers saw it, and rumors of the existence of the silverfish spread.

Finally, one day, an immortal came, he sat in a cloud chariot pulled by a white crane, claiming to be a Taoist priest of Bird and Mouse Mountain, specially for the surrender of the silverfish in the world.

Then, the smoke covered the entire Yanghe Bay, and the silverfish hid in the river, and a huge wave arose, and the Taoist priest fought. At that moment, the always calm Yanghe Bay was like an angry sea, slapping the weeping willows on the shore and smashing the boulders at the bottom of the river, and the water was like an enraged beast, roaring, devouring everything it could.

People fled their homes in panic, only to be chased and swallowed up by the roaring river. The river overflowed the village and washed away the mountain fields, and the Taoist priest of the Bird and Beast Mountain did not even look down to look at it, he held a cold sword in his hand, standing above the clouds, only caring about fighting the silverfish.

It was then that the silverfish lowered its head and saw Zi Jian, who was floating in the water holding a door panel, and Zi Baifeng, who was sitting on the door panel.

The monstrous waves suddenly calmed down, and Zi Baifeng saw that the old man cut off the tail of the silverfish with a sword, and pierced its back with another sword.

The river that had just calmed down rushed out like a wild horse, washing away everything that could be washed away, and the Taoist of the Bird and Beast Mountain happily received the silverfish into the cloud cart and drove the white crane away.

That's the immortals.

"Bai Feng, Bai Feng, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!" Zi Jian hugged Zi Baifeng and shouted desperately, he remembered that when Zi Village was flooded, after they fled, Zi Baifeng was seriously ill, and after waking up, it was like he had lost his soul, he was stupid and stupid, and he recovered after a long time, but in the future, he always seemed to have a lack of strings in his head, and he didn't know how to behave in the world, and it seemed that all the spiritual aura was taken away by people.

"I don't have anything to do......" Zi Baifeng shook his head, struggled out of his father's arms, touched his face, and at some point, he burst into tears.

There are many things that Zi Baifeng himself remembers and strings together.

Zi's father and son wandered all the way for two years, until they wandered to Xiayan Village before settling down, and the night they settled, the rain poured down, and there was a loud rumbling sound on the back mountain.

That's the big bluestone.

That big bluestone is not another stone, it is the big bluestone on the bank of the Yanghe River, where Zi Baifeng was reading and writing, and playing in the water with silverfish. Over the years, Zi Baifeng has been reading and writing on it, and the bluestone has grown up every year, three inches a year, and after ten years, it has been many times larger than the stone on the bank of the Yanghe River.

And now, the stone is still growing, and growing faster.

"It turns out that it's not this son Baifeng who has the trick of raising demons, but his son Baifeng who has the trick of raising demons...... Although he can't remember many things, he must be silently thinking in his heart, wanting to let himself have the means to raise demons. Zi Baifeng finally understood why the porcelain piece would give him a "demon cultivation technique", instead of a magic cultivation technique.

Because of him, he must be raised.