"Changqing, hurry up, listen to Uncle Wang, they will bring a tricolor back today. "In the village, there are hundreds of houses in two settlements, spread out around the open space in the middle. The children gathered together today and ran wildly in the empty passage between the houses to the entrance of the village.

As he ran, the child in the lead turned his head and shouted at the child who was running at the back.

"Know...... Got it!" Wu Changqing blushed, gritted his teeth and followed closely, but he was still young, coupled with his weak body, Rao worked so hard, and he gradually couldn't keep up with the team.

He wants to play with his friends.

Wu Changqing had some grievances in his heart, but he still tried his best to follow them, today Uncle Wang said that he would bring a tricolor bird back, he must go and see it, if he can touch it, it will be great.

Thinking of seeing the tricolor bird later, Wu Changqing's eyes flashed with a hint of joy, and he suddenly felt full of motivation again.

However, just as he was mustering up all his strength to run forward, trying to catch up with his little friend in front, his feet suddenly slipped, his center of gravity was unstable, and he rolled directly to the ground. Coincidentally, the center of his forehead and eyebrows just hit a small stone,

"Bang!"

Wu Changqing only felt a pain in his eyebrows, and then he felt that Venus was rising in front of him, and the next moment, a violent shock swept through his mind like a tide, and the whole person suddenly fell into endless darkness.

"Changqing ......" This is the last word Wu Changqing heard before he fainted, and it was the shouting of his friends who hurried over.

The little friends in the village, hearing a series of noises behind them, hurriedly turned around, only to find that Wu Changqing was lying on the ground motionless, and at the same time, a pool of scarlet blood was slowly spreading, and he screamed at the moment and quickly ran over.

"No...... It's not going to die, is it?" There were seven or eight people in total, and they quickly surrounded Wu Changqing. Xiao Shi, the youngest son of the old Shizhu family, looked at Wu Changqing and couldn't help but tremble and said. After all, it's just a child, how have you ever seen such a battle?

"Go find your lord. "The leading child is the eldest son of the Tie Niu family, he is already seven or eight years old, usually he takes a group of children in the village, he is a veritable child king, he is not as nervous as the rest of the children, but let a child around him hurry to find someone.

"Good...... Good ......"

The child just nodded subconsciously, but he didn't move at all, and his legs were already scared and weak. With so much blood, and it was also shed from his own friends, how could this not make him tremble?

"I'll come, this is the grandson of Master Wu's family, I happened to be looking for Master Wu......" Just when the group of children were in a hurry, an old and wise voice came from behind the children.

The children turned around and found an old Taoist priest with a white beard standing behind him, holding a whisk in his hand, looking like a fairy wind and bones.

"Are you an immortal?" asked the eldest son of the Mu Tie family.

"Others call me the Ming Master!" The old Taoist priest's words were ethereal, the whole person seemed to not touch the ground, as if riding the wind, and in one step, he arrived at Wu Changqing, who had fainted on the ground, waved his long sleeves, took a breath, picked up Wu Changqing, and gently crossed Wu Changqing's forehead with his right finger, the hideous wound that was injured by a small stone healed and scabbed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a while, there was only a shallow mark left on his forehead, and there was no wound anymore.

This scene fell in the eyes of a group of children, naturally it was like a miracle, and they all wanted to come forward to watch, but the old Taoist priest smiled, swept away the dust, and an invisible energy formed a wall of wind to block the children's movements. In the next breath, the old Taoist priest hugged Wu Changqing in his arms and stepped out, as if riding the wind and drifting away.

Wu Family Residence,

Wu Lao was sitting in the courtyard, basking in the sun. Early this morning, Changqing ran out and said that Uncle Wang in the village would bring back a tricolor bird, and he wanted to go and see it.

The three-color bird is a bird unique to this fairy stone mountain, and there are rumors in the village that this is a bird transformed by the blood of the immortals contained in the fairy stone, which is extremely supernatural and is an auspicious bird.

Just when Wu Lao squinted his eyes and was about to fall asleep, a breeze blew and rolled up the branches of an old tree in the yard, making a rustling sound.

"Donor, the poor road comes from Qi Wu......" A voice full of the vicissitudes of time came with the wind, Wu Lao opened his eyes instantly, slowly got up, and looked at the old Taoist priest in front of him who didn't know when.

"Changqing......" Wu Lao suddenly saw Wu Changqing in Lao Dao's arms, and his eyes instantly became fierce, "Quickly put Changqing down!"

Wu Changqing is his sweetheart, the two of them depend on each other, if Changqing makes any mistakes, then what's the point of living alone in the future?

"Don't panic, don't panic, just after passing through the noble land, I saw the little donor fainting on the ground, bleeding nonstop, so he stepped forward to help. The old Taoist priest still spoke unhurriedly, and he did not change in the slightest because of Wu Lao's bad attitude.

Wu Lao was still suspicious, but now that Wu Changqing was in the other party's hands, it was not good to turn his face immediately, "Thank you Dao Chang for this matter, in that case, please also ask Dao Chang to return my grandson to me." ”

The old Taoist priest touched his long beard and said with a smile, "This is nature. After saying that, his right hand was empty, and Wu Changqing, who was in a coma, seemed to be supported by a pair of invisible big hands, slowly gliding in the air, and finally fell into Wu Lao's arms.

"I see the small donor's weakness and weakness, I'm afraid it is the root of the disease since childhood, meeting is fate, I have a volume of scriptures here, and I will give it to the little donor, as long as the little donor can read it every day, he will be strong and strong, and his blood is sufficient. ”

As he spoke, the old Taoist priest flicked his long sleeves, and a thin ancient book fell on the stone table in front of Wu Lao, and then turned around, the old Taoist priest swept away the dust, as if sweeping away the world, and suddenly disappeared with one step.

"The years are illiterate, and the breeze measures itself. It is easy to stumble for thousands of years, and the immortal law also lacks a ......"

Wu Lao looked at the place where the old Taoist priest disappeared in a daze, but there were huge waves in his heart. There seems to be a remnant of the fairy sound sung by the old Tao before he left in the wind, which is tactful and long, as if it has crossed the long river of time and is imprinted in the unknown void.

Wu Lao's heart trembled violently, and he couldn't imagine that the immortals and the like who were rarely seen on weekdays would appear alive in front of his eyes, how could this not shock him?

This is the Immortal Method, if it is known by others, I am afraid that it will be another disaster, it is better to lock the door and come to safety.

"Jun Tianjing"?" locked the door of the inner house, Wu Lao took out the scripture given to Wu Changqing by Lao Dao from his arms, and saw three big characters on the page, Jun Tianjing!

The three words seem to contain the changes of the universe, and there is an infinite mystical atmosphere hidden in it, Wu Lao only felt a flower in front of him, and a simple and vast breath rushed to his face, as if blowing a piece of time and space, which made people sink deep and unable to extricate themselves.

"It seems that this scripture is really as the old Taoist said, it can only be read by Chang......qing" After a long time, Wu Lao slowly put down the scripture and looked at Wu Changqing, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, with a trace of warmth in his eyes. He didn't want to look at the book alone, but to check if there were any traps hidden in it, because it was necessary to guard against people.

Maybe it's really an evergreen fairy fate.

Wu Lao pushed open the door and looked at the sun that had gradually climbed overhead, and his heart was full of thoughts.

Wu Changqing is three years old, although his body has fallen ill because of the heavy rain at the beginning, and now he is a little weak and weak, but this does not affect the child's learning knowledge.

Wu Lao seemed to have made a decision, he turned around and put away the scriptures, Changqing has not even been able to distinguish the most basic good and bad, it is not suitable to read the scriptures directly, otherwise it is easy to fall into the mystery of the scriptures and cannot extricate himself.

It is necessary to wait until he has the ability to think for himself before he can give it to him.

Wu Lao thought so.

As for the children of the village, they finally saw the tricolor bird of their dreams, and they were gathering together to play happily. And Changqing fell and bled out, they didn't even tell the adults, as if this matter had been erased from their minds, and even the blood left by Wu Changqing on the ground disappeared strangely, as if it had never happened.