The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

Showing his skills in front of children and gaining a little fanboy made Leng Qingsong feel a little proud in his heart.

"Grandpa, please teach me! This way, I can help my brother be the boss in the orphanage!" After Ou Ye saw Leng Qingsong's sword energy, his mouth immediately became sweet.

Leng Qingsong keenly noticed something was wrong, looked at Ou Ye and asked, "Is there anyone else in the orphanage where you are?"

Ou Ye said matter-of-factly: "Of course, the orphanage is not run by my family, of course there are others!"

Leng Qingsong frowned slightly, seeing Ou Ye was something they didn't expect.

If there are other people in this orphanage, wouldn't it mean that the reincarnation of the brother is as hardworking as the previous life?

How does the will of heaven work?

Why do you have to impose so many burdens on your brother?

Thinking of this, Leng Qingsong asked tentatively: "Do you know who is in the orphanage?"

Ou Ye nodded and counted them one by one with his fingers: "There are six brothers and one sister!"

Leng Qingsong was shocked when he heard this number.

Then a look of relief appeared on his face, he was worthy of being the sage of Buddhism, and worthy of being his great uncle!

It's actually waiting for you here!

As a saint, Leng Qingsong instantly understood the identities of these seven orphans and the inextricable connections among them.

As the elder brother of Qingyun Seventh Son of the previous generation, this junior uncle may have already found a way out for his junior brothers and sisters!

Among them must also include my master who is unknown but as reliable as a father!

After Leng Qingsong thought for a moment, he had the answer. Then he looked at Ou Ye and said softly: "I have a sword to teach you, but you can't tell anyone about it!"

Ou Ye said hesitantly, "Can't you even tell my brother?"

Leng Qingsong shook his head and said, "No!"

"Forget it, I won't study anymore. I don't want to hide anything from my brother!" Although he was young, this time Ou Ye said something that made Leng Qingsong speechless.

Is this guy quite loyal?

Leng Qingsong smiled and patted Ou Ye's little head, and a sword technique flew into Ou Ye's mind.

Ou Ye, who was about to fall asleep, didn't notice anything in his mind.

This sword technique will only appear when the two of them are in danger.

If you let him master the power too early, he will be like himself, thinking that power can solve everything!

It’s better not to follow your own old path!

And even though I can't protect my brother everywhere in this life, my strength can!

As long as the little kid in front of him can learn some of his own sword skills, he can be regarded as his protective brother in disguise.

Ou Ye on the side looked blankly at the old man begging in front of him. The old man's smile made him a little scared. He didn't look like a good person!

One old and one young, the two are still pulling each other. Only the boy who is still struggling in the sweet potato field knows nothing!

"Phew! These should be enough!" The boy raised his back, looked at the twenty dozen sweet potatoes he dug out, and smiled with satisfaction.

Turning his head and waving towards Ou Ye, who was chatting happily, Ou Ye instantly lost the slightest interest in learning sword energy.

He ran towards the boy in a hurry.

After all, in children's perception, the order of things is still somewhat different.

What heroic dream? Is it important to have my brother?

When he saw more than twenty sweet potatoes piled together like a hill, Ouye first praised his brother, and then the two brats began to try to carry them.

But twenty dozen large and small sweet potatoes were really too much for two children.

The two little guys went through a lot of effort and didn't even finish half of it.

Leng Qingsong walked up to the two of them unhurriedly and picked up the remaining sweet potatoes.

"You are such a good person!" The boy praised Leng Qingsong without hesitation, and then stuffed the sweet potato in Ou Ye's hand into Leng Qingsong's arms.

The moonlight slanted and hit the three of them softly, making their shadows grow diagonally.

Ou Ye held his brother's hand and skipped ahead, while Leng Qingsong followed behind with a bunch of sweet potatoes in his arms.

The evening breeze is slightly cool and the leaves are rustling.

The paths in the fields are like life, winding and winding, but with a direction.

When I was a child, my brother always liked to chase the moon with me, and the moon was always one step ahead of me.

Now, the moon is behind you and the moon is in front of you.

Walking to the gate of the orphanage, the boy enthusiastically took the sweet potatoes from Leng Qingsong's arms and thanked him, but did not let Leng Qingsong in.

"Look, how embarrassing this is. You gave us money and helped us move things. You have to drink tea anyway. But it's so late today and I'm afraid of disturbing the children's rest. Maybe another day, another day!" The boy Standing in front of the iron fence in an old-fashioned manner, he declined Leng Qingsong's entrance.

Ou Ye on the side was yawning and holding the boy's hand, looking like he was about to fall asleep.

Leng Qingsong smiled and said he didn't care. He stood in front of the gate of the orphanage, looked at the two little ghosts and said, "Go back to bed quickly. The autumn wind is already very cold!"

As soon as he said this, the boy felt embarrassed.

They came all the way in the middle of the night to give me money, taught me how to peel sweet potatoes, and helped me move them back.

As a result, I didn't want anyone to come in, but they were worried that they would catch cold.

If he wasn't really worried about this strange feeling that suddenly appeared in the middle of the night, the boy would have thought that this old man could be his long-lost second uncle, right?

Smiling sheepishly at Leng Qingsong, the boy hesitated and said, "I still don't know your name after so long. Why don't you tell me your name and I'll tell the dean tomorrow?"

"No, your dean and I are old acquaintances!" Leng Qingsong shook his head and refused.

"Hey, speaking of this, you still don't know my name. When you come back another day, I will entertain you well!" The boy seemed to suddenly remember something, patted his head and said.

"No, I know your name too. Go back to bed quickly!" Leng Qingsong urged the two little guys to go to bed.

Next to him, Ou Ye kept yawning, and the boy held back his apology and bowed to Leng Qingsong, then pulled his brother and ran towards the orphanage.

When he reached the door of the house, the boy couldn't help but look back.

Standing in front of the iron fence gate, a slightly rickety old man was holding the fence and looking at him.

Like a stray dog ​​that has found a home.