"You don't think these things are treasures?"

The garbage granny squinted her eyes and asked, the aura on her body was completely different from before. She still looks like half of the loess is buried up to her neck, but she feels that there is a spirit rising, and her eyes are terrifyingly focused.

"Shu Ning is clumsy, I really don't see the preciousness of my mother-in-law's collection. ”

Ning Feng smiled slightly, turned around, and sat down in front of the garbage woman, looking like he was willing to hear about it.

He replied calmly, without prevaricating and following the other party's words, nor against his heart, and his expression and tone between his words were even more disdainful and domineering.

The garbage woman snorted coldly and said, "Housheng, do you know that in your eyes things that are just garbage, in the eyes of the old body, they are all treasures." ”

Ning Feng was silent and waited for her next step.

The garbage woman casually pumped in the garbage heap beside her, and a wooden sword appeared in her hand, and said: "Do you know why, in your eyes, they are just garbage, and in the eyes of the old body, they are treasures?"

"Because you can't see it, they're not inanimate, and in them, every thing has a memory stamped into it—a living memory. ”

The garbage woman stroked the wooden sword and said quietly, with the mountains of garbage piled up in the wooden house, the flickering candle light looked eerie and terrifying.

Ning Feng was not affected by this atmosphere in the slightest, in fact, even the words of the garbage woman sounded in another world, and almost all of his attention was attracted by the wooden sword.

The wooden sword is only the length of an adult's forearm, mottled and old, and seems to have been abandoned in many places. In some places, the paint has fallen off. There are gaps in some places......

Such a wooden sword. In the streets and alleys, boys' gathering places can be seen at any time, and many boys are waving wooden swords and shouting to each other, imagining that they are generals, fighting bloodily, with long swords and thousands of troops.

The reason why Ning Feng's expression changed instantly was because there was nothing surprising at first glance. On the wooden sword, which was indeed a piece of garbage, he saw a word:

"Ning!"

Ning Feng's "Ning", Ning Caichen's "Ning"!

"This is my wooden sword......"

When Ning Feng spoke, he was surprised to find that his voice was a little dry, as if he had not spoken or drunk water many times, and it was as dry as a river that had been interrupted by the desert.

"No, this is my wooden sword. The garbage woman smiled, revealing the empty gums in her shriveled lips without a single tooth.

"You don't want it anymore. ”

"Otherwise, how could it be here?"

The voice of the garbage woman echoed in the wooden house. Ning Feng was stunned for a moment, and his mind pulled out. Caught in the memories that he had long forgotten and actually sealed in the depths of Zài's mind......

......

Xiao'er Ning Feng, wielding a wooden sword, doing a vigorous chop, shouting loudly.

He was dressed in paper armor, holding a wooden sword, his expression was focused and sweating like rain, and on the opposite side was a scarecrow, the same size as a child, which looked scattered in the chopping of Xiao Ning Feng.

Not far away, Ning Caichen was helpless and playfully watching this scene.

In his mind, it was nothing more than his own children's martial nature.

What Ning Caichen didn't know was that whenever sweat dripped into his eyes, whenever his muscles were sore and trembling, and whenever he wanted to give up, Ning Feng would say to himself: "Since it was in ancient times, there was no law, there was no police, and you could only rely on force to immediately seal the marquis, so as to protect yourself and protect your family." ”

"Kill!"

The little child Ning Feng endured the stimulation of sweat in his eyes, and slashed vigorously, and the head of the scarecrow was broken.

......

"Whew~"

In the wooden house, Ning Feng had a wry smile on his face. He remembered it all.

"At that time, I just wanted to learn martial arts hard, train to be ahead of the starting line since I was a child, and then be a general who was immediately a marquis, and maybe I had the opportunity to coerce a son of heaven, order a prince, and taste the taste of the emperor Lao Tzu under the yellow robe. ”

"Who knows, this is not fucking ancient, it's gods, immortals, monsters, demons, bodhisattvas, Buddhas...... It's all a real world, a world of immortals. ”

Ning Feng can still remember now, when he knew this, what kind of ecstasy, how depressed, how to show his mind to Ning Caichen, how to throw away what wooden sword, bow horse, and the four treasures of the study in one go.

When he fell into the memories, the garbage woman didn't do nothing.

She casually put down the wooden sword, and pulled out something else from the other pile of garbage, whether it was a brush, or a scholar's towel, or a copper coin string......

Ning Feng's gaze swept over them, and memories involuntarily surfaced.

"That's true. ”

He was smiling wryly, admitting with a wry smile that the trash woman's words were irrefutable.

These things are indeed solidified with vivid memories. The things that these memories represent no longer exist in him, but in these things, they are still alive, as they were in the beginning.

"The wooden sword is martial arts, the brush is literature, the scholar's towel is thinking of wandering the world, and the copper coin string is the rich armor ...... the world."

Ning Feng was silent, wandering through the memories that were originally sealed and now vivid, and suddenly realized that he had so many thoughts and so many pursuits.

"Hey~"

He sighed and said silently in his heart: "Nine deaths!"

Closing his eyes slightly, and then opening them again, Ning Feng's expression returned to calm, there was tiredness in his eyes, and there were no waves.

The moment he opened his eyes, he seemed to be still in the state of mind of nine deaths, the scene of endless trekking, and he immediately focused on the appearance of a garbage woman.

After recovering from being introduced into his memory and bringing up his mind, Ning Feng's mind began to fly again:

"Where did the garbage woman get all my stuff?"

"What exactly is she capable of?"

Ning Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Luckily, these things are the things I lost in this world and in the soul realm. None of this has anything to do with past lives, otherwise ......"

If this garbage woman's ability reaches that point, Ning Feng really doesn't know how to treat her calmly? I'm afraid I can't even do it in the Nine Deaths state of mind, right?

Ning Feng's mind was racing, and it only added up to a time before and after breathing.

The garbage woman looked at him, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, and she still said in a tone full of temptation: "Ning Feng, do you want these things back?"

"Huh?" Ning Feng looked into her eyes, his gaze shifting, falling on the things one by one.

The garbage woman raised her wooden sword and said, "Take it back, and you will be able to get back what you have discarded." ”

"What did I throw away?"

Ning Feng muttered to himself, as if he had realized something.

"What have I left behind?" he asked himself, "Is it a memory? No, the memory has been retrieved." ”

"What is it if it's not memory?"

"It can only be the heart at that time, the pursuit, and the persistence that I pinned on it. ”

Ning Feng looked at the wooden sword, shook his head, and withdrew his gaze.

"That's not what I wanted, thank you mother-in-law for your kindness. ”

The garbage woman was not reluctant, and with a wave of her hand, those things disappeared, and she took out something and placed it on the table in front of the two of them.

"What about this?" (To be continued......)

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