Dark clouds hovered in the night sky, gloomy as if pressing to the ground, and the raindrops falling from the sky swept across the vast land with the bitter howling wind.

More than 600 miles away from the northwest direction of Luofu Mountain, on both sides of the ancient road, lonely mountains and fields, winter goes to spring, it is the season when the grass grows and the warbler flies.

Zhang Daxian, who walked the world with a cloth flag, did not have that fairy wind at the moment, and his hair was all open, and he was angrily scolding the big black dog running happily in the rain with a chicken bone in front of him, and the girl Mingruo who was smiling with a green umbrella of oilcloth on the side, and occasionally there were curious eyes from passers-by on the side of the road, but they also looked at it a few more times, and then hurried by.

"This beast is really raised for nothing, and he dares to take advantage of the fact that your immortals are not paying attention, steal and eat the roast chicken that the old man hides in his cloth pocket, and the other way around! You run away for me again! Wait for the old man to cast a spell and collect you evil animal!"

Zhang Banxian pointed to the big black dog that was feasting on him, scolded loudly, and looked left and right, as if he was looking for something to clean up the white-eyed wolf, the white-whiskered look, if it weren't for the fact that the bamboo banner in his hand was the guy who ate at home, he almost didn't roll up his sleeves and mention this guy to go into battle and chase the hateful dead dog.

"Grandpa, someone is watching. Xiao Mingruo gently turned the green umbrella in his hand, and reminded with a smile, the raindrops swirled with the green umbrella, waving a transparent rain curtain, and occasionally a few naughty rains splashed over, hitting her fair and beautiful face, bursting like scattered pearls, this girl with a shallow smile on her face, it was indescribably bright and moving.

Zhang Banxian was annoyed in his heart, glared at her, and seemed to feel that this action was detrimental to his own immortal image, so he snorted, stopped roaring, and looked at the green tree on the side of the road in front of him, and at the moment, regardless of the granddaughter holding an umbrella beside him, he turned out his robe to cover his head, walked over, found a grass mound under the tree, slapped his hand twice, sat down, and said loudly: "Don't go, tired and hungry, rest for a while." ”

Mingruo held the umbrella and looked at his grandfather's angry behavior, and couldn't help but laugh out loud, and his voice was like a crisp and pleasant wind chime in the wind and rain, swinging away from afar.

"Okay, good, don't go, don't go. Ming Ruo walked lightly under the green tree, smiled and said to Zhang Banxian, and followed his example, found a place that was not wet by the rain, sat down with an umbrella, looked down at a small puddle at his feet, looked at his reflection in the water, slowly tidied up his appearance, and slowly gathered his hair that was disrupted by the wind and rain.

The big black dog ran to her feet, and was about to fall down, as if he also felt wet and uncomfortable for a while, and then his whole body trembled, and the water droplets were splashed everywhere.

Mingruo smiled and scolded in her mouth, reached over, patted the huge dog's head, stopped its movements, and smoothed the oily soft fur for the big black dog, the big black dog rubbed the back of her hand a few times, and quietly lay down, squinting her eyes, enjoying it very much.

Zhang Banxian's eyes looked over, looking at this scene, he snorted a few times, turned his head and continued to sulk, but where no one saw it, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but move, and he seemed to show a smile.

A moment later, in this rare silence, Mingruo's voice rang out.

"Grandpa, speaking of which, it seems that the passers-by I've met these days are gradually getting less and less. ”

Zhang Banxian rolled his eyes, and said angrily: "Of course, for the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, they escaped the catastrophe, and it was too late to rejoice, and now it is the beginning of spring, and they have to continue to be busy with those few mouthfuls of rice, where is there so much heart to pray to God and Buddha." ”

Ming Ruo sighed, clasped his hands on his knees, rested his head on his knees, looked at himself reflected in the puddle in a daze, and after being silent for a while, he said in a low voice: "Grandpa, what do you say it is for, there will suddenly be such a catastrophe that will affect the common people?"

Although the earth has rejuvenated and the impact of the catastrophe has slowly recovered, there are still many sad clouds and tragic scenes along the way, and even she, a little girl who has followed her grandfather to the end of the world since she was a child and is accustomed to seeing many lives and deaths, can't help but be moved to tears.

In Luoyang before, I saw countless people dragging their families with their mouths, praying to the gods and worshiping the Buddha day and night, and praying for protection from the gods, but when the disaster came, who could help them?

Xuanmen mobilized the people for this catastrophe, which is certainly worthy of praise, but in the eyes of immortal cultivators, apart from the four great authentic sects and those highly respected predecessors, how many people can really put these suffering ordinary people in their eyes? and how many people really fight to protect these insignificant existences in their eyes?

That day, she and her grandfather secretly followed a sect to Fanyin Temple, and they didn't think that the catastrophe would be so turbulent, so that her grandfather and grandson were also trapped on Luofu Mountain, and witnessed the apocalyptic scene, at that time, how many people stood up, and how many people fled, and were ruthlessly swallowed by the black torrent.

That scene of human nature undoubtedly had a huge impact on this young and precocious girl.

"Instead of being an immortal cultivator, it's better to be an ordinary person, just be born, old, sick and die, and pass silently all your life, at least you don't have to think too much, just worry about tomorrow. Mingruo propped his head and sighed faintly, and he didn't know who he thought of, and his mood suddenly felt a little inexplicably low.

Zhang Banxian was silent for a long time, but he couldn't help but secretly sigh in his heart, the little girl in the past grew up slowly, and gradually had her own opinions and ideas about human affairs, how long can he, a grandfather, accompany her on the road of her growth?

Zhang Banxian moved his somewhat stiff bones, waved the immortal bamboo pole in his hand, and pointed at the pedestrians on the road who looked indifferent and couldn't see joy and sorrow, and said, "Do you see them happy?"

Ming Ruo was stunned for a moment, and looked in the direction of the bamboo pole, but only saw a few Xiao Suo's backs, and soon disappeared into the rain

She shook her head and said, "I'm not them, how can I know if they are happy or not." ”

Zhang Banxian took the bamboo pole, looked back at her, and said lightly: "Girl, with your talent, you can understand the appearance of people's past lives, as for the certainty of the future of the next life, it is only a matter of time, but even if you can calculate the blessings and misfortunes of people, you still can't see whether a person's heart is really happy or not, all you can know is yourself." ”

Speaking of this, the old man who looked at the fairy wind and bones paused for a moment, and glanced at his granddaughter dotingly.

"All sentient beings, living in this world, may be proud, or unsatisfactory, but no matter what, they have to live after all, silly girl, you just need to know that you are living, just do it, as for what you live for, that is a matter of the future, not what you should think about at this young age. In fact, people, sometimes it's better not to think too much, otherwise you will lose yourself. ”

Zhang Banxian looked up at the sky, looked at the long sky, stared at it for a long time, and said leisurely: "The way of heaven is clear, creation is unpredictable, such a catastrophe, the heavens will not tolerate it, but who knows if he will appear in the future." ”

Mingruo lowered his head and pondered, and after a long while, he took a deep breath, and the slightly sweet air in the rain still had a trace of confusion on his face.

The big black dog looked up, looked at her with dark eyes, and shook its tail gently, sweeping the wild grass around it for a while, and countless water droplets scattered.

Mingruo touched the head of the big black dog, but turned his head and saw Zhang Banxian leaning on the green tree, stretching his waist and raising his feet, looking leisurely, and couldn't help asking: "Grandpa, what about you, why do you always look so happy?"

In the impression of the little girl, since she can remember, it seems that her grandfather has always been like this game in the world, and it seems that he has never seen why his old man gains and losses and is really worried.

I didn't think that Zhang Banxian heard her question, he smiled, stroked his beard and said: "Grandpa, there are too many leaked heavenly opportunities in your life, maybe one day a catastrophe will come, and you will be damned, rather than worrying about living, it is better to live every day, if you want to say that grandpa has nothing to let go of in this world, the person who can't let go is your little girl, grandpa has nothing else to ask for in his life, as long as he can live until the day when you grow up and marry, you will be satisfied!"

Mingruo was moved and shy, stomped his feet, and said angrily: "What nonsense is grandpa talking about, what kind of leaking chance to be punished by God, don't people know your ability, besides, I don't want to get married, grandpa don't want to leave Mingruo alone......"

As she spoke, seeing her grandfather's gray beard and old face, compared to her increasingly rickety waist in the past, the girl couldn't help but have a sour nose, her eyes were red, and a few tears swirled in her eyes in an instant, and she almost fell off.

Zhang Banxian smiled, didn't say anything, he sighed to himself, and looked into the distance.

At this time, in the dark clouds of the night sky, a spring thunder sounded again, the rain in the sky gradually became bigger, the earth was solemn, there seemed to be only the sound of wind and rain in the wilderness, and it was dark and dark all around, except for the little fire revealed in the quiet of the town in the distance, hazy, flickering non-stop in this stormy night, guiding the direction of the crowd for the visitors in the wild.

After being silent for a long time, the voice of the old man who suddenly heard it sounded again: "Girl, promise grandpa, you will show fortunes to people in the future, if you see any fates involving heavenly machines, don't leak it too much, you have to leave seven points of room for yourself in everything, you know?"

Looking at his grandfather's rare solemn expression, he stopped talking and finally nodded, and only whispered: "Got it." ”

Zhang Banxian smiled slightly and stood up, "Let's go, after walking for so many days, we finally saw a town, we hurried overnight, maybe we can catch up with the city before the inn closes, grandpa and I are about to starve to death." ”

"Hmm. Ming Ruo responded, secretly wiped away the tears in his eyes, cleaned up his mood, stood up, held up the tarpaulin umbrella in his hand, and walked towards his grandfather.

When the big black dog saw his master's movements, he jumped up at once, shook his whole body, and then took a step and ran happily in front of the grandfather and grandson.

Between the wilderness, the ancient road is secluded, and the wind and rain are bleak.

Under the night sky, this old and young, and a big dog.

Let the wind and rain blow, accompanied by a few laughs and scolding.

Still walking together.