The Heavens Begin from the Leaves

At the same time, in an office in a military district of this country.

A special ringtone rang, accompanied by the click and beep of an old-fashioned landline phone, and a certain call was answered.

"No. z17**6, don't dare to report anything important to the leadership." A vigorous and powerful voice with a little electromagnetic sound came from the connected landline phone.

"Please tell me something important!" An equally steady voice responded, with a somewhat sonorous and powerful voice in an elderly voice.

"Here's the thing, don't be afraid of what I said about the long queue." The middle-aged and elderly man named Mo Gandang sounded a little cautious.

"Um!?"

"Ah, no, it's my grandson. He beat a dragon. Just like the dragon in the TV series with the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon."

"Boy Mo, you're calling me from this emergency number so late. Write me a [-]-word review immediately. I'll come and check it myself at dawn." The old man's roar came from the phone.

Along with the beeping sound of hanging up, there was also a sigh from Mo Gandang.

The moon tonight is very round and bright, cloudless, and extremely quiet. The rustling of the pen tip across the paper adds a sense of accompaniment to the atmosphere.

At dawn, a gray-green pickup truck drove into the city from the suburbs. After turning seven or eight bays and five or six traffic lights, it arrived at the door of two small western-style buildings.

Accompanied by the sound of brakes and car doors opening, a man with gray hair walked out, but he was dressed neatly in military uniform and had a loose figure. His figure did not look thin due to old age.

There were two middle-aged men who got off the bus with the old man. They also had the capable temperament of walking like the wind and standing like a loose tree.

The one who has been waiting at the door for a while is a middle-aged and elderly man with a somewhat stout figure, who looks slightly younger than the white-haired old man. The sleeve on his left hand is empty, and only his right arm is close to the trousers. Although he tries his best to raise his head and chest, But it can also be seen that he is a little rickety.

Seeing that the person he was waiting for arrived, Mo Gandang hurriedly raised his remaining right hand and saluted the old man.

The old man saluted Mo Gan in return and spoke seriously.

"Don't dare to take it for granted!"

"To!"

"Are you conscious?"

"wide awake!"

"Then you are not suffering from Alzheimer's disease or drinking too much! How dare you joke about secret communications!?"

"Reporting to the head, none of them. I'm not joking. Our Ruyi family really fought a dragon." After telling what happened, Mo Gandang looked at his grandson Mo Ruyi.

Standing behind his parents, he has a capable little crew cut, but his eyes are smart. At a glance, you can tell that this is an honest young man, about ten years old. Mo Ru met his grandfather and said about himself, and walked out a little restrained. And he said hello to the white-haired old man in military uniform: "Hello, Grandpa Pang."

"Hey, okay, I haven't seen you in a few years and you have grown so tall. Okay, then let me, an old man, see the new things you are talking about first. If you are not satisfied, then it is not as simple as asking your grandfather to copy the military discipline." The old man who was Pang first smiled kindly at his junior, and then spoke seriously about the seriousness of the matter.

It's not that serious. It's just that the special subsidies will be reduced. It's just a bluff.

Everyone in the small courtyard who had seen the magic of Ruyi retreated slightly. Mr. Pang and others looked puzzled, but they all took a step back.

The child named Mo Ruyi is left alone in the scene.

His name is Mo Ruyi. Don’t think that he will not be successful. He heard from his grandfather that this was passed down from his ancestors’ experience. The name must be reversed to have a positive effect. Just like his grandfather, named Mo Gandang, is a man who dares to do things. A retired soldier who dares to be a soldier.

To go a long way, just a year ago, on my way home, I was stopped by a mysterious old Taoist priest dressed like a TV series. The man said that he was simply a genius, and that he had never been there before. I have never given such a high evaluation to someone.That is, he is the representative of the physical education, art, music, chemistry, and physics classes in the class.Well, he likes all subjects except Chinese, Mathematics and English.

I saw this man smiling and taking out a fresh thread-bound book from the sleeve of his somewhat old ancient clothes. Why do I say fresh because he could smell the fragrance of the wood on the book.

"I'll sell you two yuan to help you soar into the sky and break through your destiny." That's how the mysterious old man fooled me. I originally planned to turn around and leave, but because I was praising myself, I respected the elderly and loved the young. So I reluctantly spent the two yuan I had prepared to buy some snacks on buying books.

After getting the book, he was so curious that he naturally opened the first page and started reading. He didn't notice at all that the old man dressed as a Taoist priest had disappeared.

However, as a child with a big heart, he quickly ignored this small detail, and opened the door to a new world while watching it on the way home.

Even Wang Tianda praised the person who was a genius after all. He found the way on the first day, entered the door on the third day, started to create changes by himself after a month, and achieved results after a year.

Under the gaze of everyone, Mo Ruyi closed his eyes, stretched out his palms, and used his mind to mobilize the changes that he had practiced for a long time.

This change cannot be achieved by just imagining the shape, and for Mo Ruyi now, the changes in the information stored in his Qi have not yet reached the level of sound and light effects.

After waiting for a long time, a little bit of mist began to gather towards Mo Ruyi's palm. This was certainly not the result of his deliberate control. It was just that the air itself was a negative change in the changes of yin and yang. When it left the body independently, it would quickly attract all the worlds. The positive change is neutralized and quickly turns into another qualitative change to achieve a certain natural balance.

I saw that the mist was accompanied by a certain regular rhythm, and slowly condensed into a translucent dragon-shaped shadow like crystals and flower buds blooming, as big as a palm, with a touch of water vapor lingering on the surface.

"Is this?!" Mr. Pang was a little surprised. He couldn't help but widen his eyes. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand forward to touch it to see what the trick was. Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand reached the translucent dragon, the transparent dragon began to cry. It stabilized, and then seemed to reach a certain limit, bursting like a bubble.

"Baby, how did you do this?" Feeling the faint moist feeling on his fingers, even though he had served for many years, how could he not be curious and shocked to witness something that had impacted his world for nearly a lifetime.

Mo Ruyi said nothing and took out a crumpled dark blue thread-bound book from behind her.

"Huh?" Subway Grandma JPG.

The old man surnamed Pang took the book with a puzzled look on his face and took a closer look. On the cover were written the four characters "Introduction to Cultivation". Apart from these four characters, there was no name of the book.

The first thing I thought was, isn’t this a deceptive thing sold at a street stall?The second feeling is, are you kidding me?

Patiently, Old Man Pang opened the first page of the book, which read, 'Let yourself re-understand the world.' Behind it was a table of contents, including the evolution of life, the concept of Qi, parallel worlds extending on the timeline, and endless cycles. One of them escapes, another and so on, all of which are incomprehensible.

Although Mo Ruyi, who was still young, said that he didn't know much about the world, he could still see Pang Lao's doubts and was afraid that others wouldn't believe it, so he quickly explained: "I just practiced it myself according to the meaning explained above. If you don't believe it, you can try it too." Just for trial.”

"Good boy, I'll take this book back and give it a try." Old Man Pang handed the book to the person behind him to put it away for safekeeping. He turned around and stared at Mo Gandang, who was standing aside without speaking.

"What's your situation? Why did you just report it today? How did you become a grandfather? You are really not afraid that this child will have problems during training, huh? Come, take the child and let's go to the army to check his body." Old Pang scolded his former subordinate. , then arranged and said, after all, he saw that at least the confidentiality in the army was better than outside.

Mo Ganden didn't dare to say anything. Although he had just learned that his grandson had been practicing blindly for a year behind his back, he still didn't notice anything unusual. Besides, now was not the time to blame the child. He had better go to the army to check it out first. Bar.

Then Mo Gandang took his grandson Mo Ruyi to the military vehicle, while Ruyi and his parents were left behind. After all, not everyone can enter the military area.