Lying in bed at night, Zhao Qianqiu took out his small mobile phone, his mobile phone is the kind of mobile phone that is very old, that is, the kind of old man who can only send text messages to make calls.

As soon as Zhao Qianqiu turned on the phone, he saw three text messages, which were sent by Ye Lixue:

"Zhao Qianqiu, where have you been? Have you gone home? Tell me when you go home?"

"The police just informed me that you're home, you dead fat man is home, so why didn't you text me back?"

"Shouldn't you be called fat, are you angry? Zhao Qianqiu, I was wrong! Thank you very much for protecting us today!"

Zhao Qianqiu looked at the text message, smiled, and replied: "I'm not angry, I was talking to my mother just now, I didn't see the text message, you guys are fine, thank you for saying something to me......! Okay, go to bed early!

After nearly ten minutes, Zhao Qianqiu received two words from Ye Lixue, "Good night!"

"Two words have to be edited for so long! really!" Zhao Qianqiu was a little dumbfounded, but he didn't know how much Ye Lixue on the other side had edited and how many times he had deleted it.

Zhao Qianqiu was also a little bored with this old man's machine, thinking about Sun Man's mobile phone and tablet, he rolled on the bed for a while, and said to himself: "I really want to have a smartphone!"

Zhao Qianqiu lay down, and before he knew it, he also fell asleep.

In the dream, Zhao Qianqiu turned into a three-legged golden crow again, soaring in the boundless chaos.

Suddenly, a trace of clarity appeared in front of the three-legged golden crow, and a huge Hengtian tree appeared in the field of vision.

The three-legged golden crow landed on the giant tree, and let out a clear roar in the midst of this chaos!

An old man appeared in front of the Fusang giant tree at some point, with a peaceful face, looking at the three-legged golden crow with a smile.

The three-legged golden crow tilted his head and looked at the old man.

"Chaos has not begun, the Eastern Emperor has been born!" Unlike before, the old man spoke very clearly.

"Chaos and enlightenment, all things in the world are born!, but everything in this world wants to become immortals, and all the immortals in this heaven want to become holy, but how simple is it to become an immortal and become holy in this world?" the old man shook his head and said to the three-legged golden crow.

"The Golden Crow is the blood of the emperor, and it is the master of the chaos of this heaven and earth!" the old man continued, "The Eastern Emperor has been circulating for eternity, since you are the only trace of imperial blood left in this world, you have your own responsibilities!"

"Huh!" The three-legged golden crow raised its head to the sky and let out another clear sound, and the heaven and earth suddenly changed color.

The old man's figure gradually faded, but his voice was like the sound of the avenue, a kind of complicated and obscure language, constantly sounding.

The three-legged golden crow seemed to be enlightened, fluttering its wings and flying high, breaking away the chaos of heaven and earth.

Zhao Qianqiu suddenly opened his eyes, but found that the sky was already bright, and the sound of his mother busy in the kitchen came to his ears.

"Practicing Qi, Building the Foundation, Jindan, Yuanying, Mahayana! Is this the way that mortals must go through if they want to become immortals?" Zhao Qianqiu thought about the information he got in his dream, "Becoming an immortal, will I be able to reverse life and death after becoming an immortal?"

Thinking of becoming an immortal and thinking of his father's doting eyes on him, Zhao Qianqiu suddenly felt that it seemed that the "Eastern Emperor Sutra" brought him not only the ability to never forget, but also not only the ability to study hard and become a good social elite?

Thinking of the back of Yuan Wenchao's sword that day, Zhao Qianqiu's heart swelled with longing, "I must at least become that kind of person first, isn't it?"

"Is he just in the Qi cultivation realm now?" Zhao Qianqiu thought to himself with some self-deprecation, he was still very weak!

Now that he has woken up, he will not lie in bed, although Zhao Qianqiu really likes to lie in bed.

After getting up and washing up, Zhao Qianqiu went to the kitchen door and looked around a few times.

Zheng Wanqing turned around and saw her son looking, and couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Look at you glutton!

Zhao Qianqiu grinned and said embarrassedly: "No, I'm here to see if there is anyone who needs my help?"

"What do you help, you can make a mess, go watch TV!" Zheng Wanqing urged, "I'm anxious when you look at me here! Don't blame me for the half-cooked rice!"

"Okay, okay!" Zhao Qianqiu replied again and again, and then obediently went to watch TV.

After the meal was ready, Zhao Qianqiu went over to take a look, and sure enough, they were all dishes he usually liked, and his mother didn't dare to say anything else, but the cooking was really delicious!

"Son, tomorrow there will be a parent-teacher conference, do you want to thank your homeroom teacher, Teacher Liu?" Zheng Wanqing took a bite of food and suddenly asked.

"No, I learned it myself, what are you thanking him for?" Zhao Qianqiu flatly refused, thanking him?

Zheng Wanqing hesitated for a moment and said, "After all, people are your teachers, how can you say that you have made such great progress this time, I should also thank them!"

"Mom, don't make your own claims, what are you thanking him for?" Seeing that her mother wanted to say something more, Zhao Qianqiu said directly, "Liu Shanhai, that old man, scolded me for being a waste in the office, and he was clamoring for me to cheat in this exam and cancel my grades, what are you thanking him for, what is there to thank?"

"Ahh

Zhao Qianqiu scoffed at his mother's words: "What is he so good, if it weren't for Huang Zhongping, the director of political education, who came to check the monitoring of the examination room and rehabilitated Zhao Xue for me, I didn't have any results this time, and your parent-teacher association would be angry again!"

"It's so serious!" Zheng Wanqing frowned, and said, "Then son, did you cheat this time?"

"Didn't you say it all? The director of political education checked the surveillance!" Zhao Qianqiu couldn't laugh or cry.

Zheng Wanqing put her mind at ease and said: "Son, we can get bad grades, but we can't cheat, there is no difference between cheating and stealing!

"Mmmm, I definitely know I can't do it!" Zhao Qianqiu said seriously while cooking seriously.

Zheng Wanqing said a little uneasy: "Then son, are you relying on strength or luck this time? Don't do so well in the exam this time, if you do badly in the exam next time, people will still chew their tongues at that time!"

Zhao Qianqiu smiled and said: "Mom, some people rely on luck to increase by a few tenths and one hundred points, but have you ever seen someone who rely on luck to increase by three hundred? Don't worry, son, I am a powerful person!"

Zheng Wanqing relieved her heart and said with a smile: "Eat quickly!"

Zhao Qianqiu rolled his eyes helplessly, and said in his heart: "Obviously, you have been chattering and not eating!"

Since then, the mother and son have been chatting in the sky and on the ground, and laughter came from time to time at the dinner table.

Sometimes, ordinary little happiness is actually a lot and very simple.