Two crystal clear blood-red blood beads were 'inlaid' in the eye sockets of the 'dragon', and the originally lifeless bronze statue seemed to come to life, which was extraordinarily infiltrating.

Liu Yu shuddered, but thinking that he might be scolded by his uncle, he gritted his teeth and raised his hand again, stretched out his finger to wipe the blood beads - a feeling of brushing the stone from the tip of his finger to his mind, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes - how could it be!?

After the surprise, Liu Yu didn't think too much, in his ten-year-old cognition, this may just be a rare phenomenon in nature, but I don't know when there is an extremely weak feeling in the body, regardless of the strangeness of the 'dragon's eye', Liu Yu leaned directly on the bronze statue to rest.

In the quiet Taoist temple, the young man covered his sweater, silently, looking at the wind and snow raging outside the door, and his impatient heart suddenly calmed down

"Actually, it's nice to sit quietly like this, just look outside"

Outside the Taoist temple, the wind and snow made the whole world covered with a layer of silver, as if it was about to bury this world. The wind and snow shrouded the Taoist temple. An old tree that was crooked on the side of the mountain fell upside down, and fell weakly to the ground and broke into a few pieces.

Liu Yu's eyes gradually became foggy, and he didn't know when a warm and comfortable feeling arose, and he didn't feel anything abnormal, his eyes were all focused on the wind and snow outside the Taoist temple, and with the rolling of the wind and snow, his attention became more and more concentrated

He didn't notice that the 'dragon' on his right hand was alive at some point, the 'dragon eye' became brighter and brighter, and the blood-red light gradually filled the entire hall, but the strange thing was that neither the middle-aged man who was shoveling snow in the side hall nor Liu Yu who was looking at the wind and snow outside in a daze didn't seem to notice the blood-red light.

The blood-red light became more and more intense, and finally turned into a curtain covering the sky and enveloping the entire Taoist temple, but it was as if it was in another dimension, which did not make Liu Yu and his uncle feel half different.

Suddenly, the blood-red light dissipated, turning into a flood of blood-red light spots that poured into the eyes of Liu Yu, who was staring out blankly.

Liu Yu suddenly felt that his eyes were a little sore, he couldn't help but rub his eyes, shook his hand in annoyance, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that the wind and snow outside had become much stranger.

"Well...... It's all slow."

The young boy couldn't describe how strange the wind and snow were outside, and what Liu Yu usually saw was just a miserable white across the sky. At this moment, it feels completely different, the wind and snow in the air have become slow?

Perhaps, it should be said that every moment of the wind and snow was deeply engraved in Liu Yu's mind, and he naturally felt extremely slow.

It was at this age full of curiosity that the boy did not think about the cause of this strange phenomenon, but looked at the outside world, which was covered in silver, and the former pale now looked vibrant. The trajectory of every snowflake fluttering in the air was engraved in Liu Yu's mind

Faintly, Liu Yu seemed to see two words in the air!

One of them was completely unreadable, it could only look like a word, and the other transparent word had no strokes and no traces, but it was as if someone was talking in Liu Yu's head

The word...... It's the wind!"

Liu Yu exclaimed, he didn't know why he was exclaiming, but an inexplicable joy welled up in his heart, and he involuntarily smiled on his face.

"The wind is the wind!"

He couldn't help but scratch his head, and he suddenly remembered the wind character taught by the Chinese teacher in school, and the stroke form was not at all similar to the strange "wind" character.

"I don't know if this word can be written, I'll ask my grandfather when the time comes" Thinking like this, Liu Yu thought carefully for a moment, and finally couldn't hold back his curiosity.

So he jumped down directly from the bronze statue, half-squatted on the ground, picked up a stone and wanted to carve the word "wind" on the ground, but after only half a pen, Liu Yu felt as if his spirit had been drained, weak and tight, he almost couldn't help but lie on the ground and fainted.

It's just a natural stubbornness that doesn't allow him to give up, and with more and more pain in his mind, he uses stones to carve out a "word" that is a word but does not look like a word, a stroke but not a stroke. With the last stroke, my mind was torn apart, and an incomparably sharp pain came up.

"Ah!!h

Liu Yu fell to the ground in an instant, and the man who was shoveling snow suddenly heard the exclamation of his nephew, hurriedly dropped the shovel, ran into the hall, and hurriedly picked up Liu Yu's head after seeing Liu Yu who had fainted on the ground

"Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu ......"

After a few exclaims, the man touched the boy's forehead again,

"It's not a fever, this time"

Without much hesitation, the man picked up the little boy and ran out of the hall. In a hurry, the man didn't notice that the moment he picked up the little boy, the stone in the little boy's hand fell to the ground and smashed on the strange "handwriting".

The wind suddenly blew in the hall that was calm, and the strange thing is that the wind that is getting bigger and bigger poured into the hall, but it did not bring a snowflake, and after a while, it seemed to tear the space, and the strange wind "whistled" in the hall non-stop, and at the same time, there was an extra crack in the "dragon" stone in the hand of the statue of Taishang Laojun

The wind blew stronger and stronger, and suddenly the "dragon" broke into pieces of gravel with a bang, and the countless pieces of gravel were like oil into the fire by the strange wind that originally "couldn't scrape a single snowflake", and they were instantly scraped into powder. The next moment, the strange wind disappeared with a roar, and calm returned to the hall.

However, overnight, the wind and snow seemed to be just a wild beast crossing the border, and it left this place after a few whistling in Momeng Mountain. What the snow left behind was a pale world. Xiao Liu Yu slept well, Lai was reluctant to get up in the quilt, he remembered the strange scene yesterday, and thought about whether to tell his grandfather about it.

"If you want to explain, I guess I'll have to write that word again......"

Thinking of the pain in his mind at that moment, the little boy's face instantly turned pale

"Don't you want it...... Just like it didn't happen?"

In a daze, Liu Yu found that the shape of the word "wind" in his mind was now clearly visible, and he inexplicably had a feeling that he could easily write it now. It's just that considering the pain before, he still doesn't feel like it's going to be experienced again.

However, the more he didn't want to, the more the young man's curiosity became strange, and after being covered in the quilt for a long time, Liu Yu finally got up and put on his clothes, and washed hastily. I "borrowed" a pen and paper from my grandfather's house and put it on the table in my room.

"Well...... Let go when it hurts...... That should do the trick!"

Having made up his mind, Liu Yu did not hesitate, the word "wind" in his mind became more and more visible, and he seemed to be in the midst of the wind and snow call, the ballpoint pen left the handwriting on the white rice paper very smoothly, at the beginning of the pen, he did not feel any pain, and Liu Yu couldn't help but speed up and quickly write a "wind" word on the paper.

At the end of the pen, a sense of weakness arose. Liu Yu didn't think much about it, picked up the white rice paper, looked at it, touched it and touched it.

Suddenly, the door opened with a "gac", and an old man with crane hair and a childish face entered, although he seemed to be over seventy years old, but he was in high spirits.

"Cub baby, what are you doing here with something from my room!"

I saw that my grandfather was coming. Liu Yu was full of redness, but he didn't explain too much, and the idea of wanting to tell his grandfather about what he experienced last night was gone. Seeing his embarrassed face, the old man smiled and didn't ask too much, but turned his gaze to the white rice paper on the table.

"Yo, it seems that there is going to be a little calligrapher in our family, come on, let me see"

Before Liu Yu could stop it, the old man picked up the rice paper, then frowned, and after a while, he let go and laughed, "It turned out to be a ghost painting talisman, it seems that the road of the little calligrapher has a long way to go."

"Grandpa, do you know what this word is?"

Liu Yu hurriedly asked:

"Oh?

"Wind!"

"Wind!?"

The old man was shocked, picked up the rice paper and read it a few times, picked up the pen and wrote a few wind words on another piece of rice paper.

"This is Song Ti, this is "

The old man introduced Liu Yu one by one, pointed to the piece of paper that Liu Yu had written in the wind character, and said with a smile:

"Your grandfather is not a calligrapher, but he also knows some fonts, you see what kind of font your wind character is."

"Me, I"

The little boy also noticed the old man's teasing, and with a flushed face, he snatched the paper from the old man's hand.

"I'm going to throw it away!"

Liu Yu hurriedly ran out of the room, and the old man behind him laughed and couldn't breathe.

"Is it just a dream......

Sighing helplessly, Liu Yu walked to the back of the house, looked at the white rice paper in his hand with some annoyance, and slapped it viciously a few times.

"What's the use of you! I was made fun of by my grandfather!"

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Liu Yu, who originally just wanted to throw away the rice paper, tore it hard, and with a "stab" sound, the rice paper was torn in half, but just when he wanted to discard the rice paper, the rice paper that was torn in half spread out in Liu Yu's hands like powder, and disappeared into the air in an instant.

He stood in place in a daze, and before he could react, a strong wind suddenly appeared, sweeping the ground in front of Liu Yu, and the snow layer that was originally twenty centimeters deep disappeared in an instant, and the branches and stones in the snow layer were instantly lifted off the ground, and scattered on the surrounding snow.

The wind came and went quickly, leaving Liu Yu alone with his eyes wide open and looking at the clean ground in front of him, and his mind couldn't turn around