[Crossing] The swordsmith of the god of immortality

If the grandma in the country knew the news of her death, she would probably faint from crying, right?Su Shaobai's parents died early, and he was brought up by his grandmother since childhood.He can be regarded as competitive, squeezed through the single-plank bridge of the college entrance examination, and successfully entered a world-renowned five-star hotel after graduation. Even though he is now doing an internship in the kitchen, he still gets a solid salary every month.When grandma received the money and called him last month, she kept saying over and over again that she didn't need to send the money, but kept it for herself, but the tone of her voice couldn't stop her happiness and pride.

The card on the bedside table has already saved more than 8000 yuan, and I don't know if grandma can get it.Just became a regular, the hotel will give grandma some pension, right?Oops, the insurance policy I bought last month seems to have not been sent back yet?

Just as he was sitting by the stream, looking up at the sky full of clouds, thinking wildly, a skinny little girl ran out from the woods opposite the stream, holding a basket nearly half her height in her right hand, and started walking. In the future, it is inevitable that the center of gravity will be unstable and stumbling.She was wearing an apricot-colored gown, her thin yellow hair was tied into two short braids, and she looked about six or seven years old. She squatted opposite Su Shaobai across the stream, her round eyes curiously opened. Stare at him.

"You look better than Du Er." After a while, the little girl clapped her hands and made a conclusion.The basket on her arm also shook a few times, and a green wild vegetable fell out.

Su Shaobai rolled his eyes towards the sky, and later found out that Du Er is the second son of the owner of the villa, and it is said that he is the most beautiful child in Taipingzhuang.

The little girl's name is Jiang Moyu, and her family lives in the westernmost part of Taipingzhuang, not far from the stream.Su Shaobai had no choice but to thank the original owner for his skin. Jiang Moyu decided to pick him up because of his good looks, no, take him home.

Through the little girl's stumbling introduction on the road, Su Shaobai knew that the mountain behind him was called Fulu Mountain.There are gods living on the mountain, and people around them respectfully call them fairy masters.It is said that the fairy masters live on dozens of peaks in the south of Fulu Mountain, all of them can travel through the air, and they are graceful and immortal.

When talking about the Immortal Lord, the six or seven-year-old girl also looked pious and spoke convincingly.Obviously, I have received such teaching and indoctrination countless times on weekdays.

Fairy Lord?Walk through the air?Could it be that the person he met before was the Immortal Lord that Jiang Moyu was talking about?Thinking of the scene in the woods, Su Shaobai frowned deeply. These fairy masters seem to be a bit cruel.It's better to stay far away in the future.

Taipingzhuang is one of nearly a hundred ordinary villages crawling at the foot of Fulu Mountain.

Zhuangzi is not big, surrounded by mountains and rivers, sparsely inhabited by a hundred or so families. At this moment, the smoke from the kitchen is billowing, a few dogs barking and some children's playful sounds can be faintly heard, making it seem stable and peaceful.

There are forty or fifty families on the west side of Zhuangzi, with mudstone walls, and the houses should also be of mud and wood structure, which looks even taller and stronger than the house in Su Shaobai's hometown.However, except that the roofs are divided into red and black, the houses of each family are almost identical from the outside. Could it be that the villagers here use the same blueprint to build their houses?

Jiang Moyu led him to Zhuangkou, and pushed open the log-colored courtyard door of the third last house in the west.

Mother Jiang was cooking by the stove, and she couldn't help being very surprised when she saw her daughter brought back a strange half-child. She wiped her hands with the linen apron on her body, and came out to greet him, full of doubts, "Are you...?"

Su Shaobai awkwardly scratched at the hair tied at the nape of his neck, "I only remember that my name is Su Shaobai." Whether it was the original owner's identity or the world, he knew nothing about it. Amnesia in novels and TV dramas should be the most Is it easy to cope with the situation at hand?His stomach was already rumbling with hunger, whether Jiang's mother would take him in or not was related to the major issue of whether he would be able to eat enough and sleep warm tonight.He must stay.

Usually, in novels, such village women should be kind and honest. Why does this mother Jiang seem to be very wary?Even against him, a child who was probably only in his early ten years.

Seeing Jiang's mother's face changed, she dragged Jiang Moyu back to her, obviously ready to kick the stranger out, Su Shaobai rushed to speak, "Auntie, can I borrow at your house tonight? I, uh ..."

Knowing that it seemed a bit brazen for him to do so, he frantically dug out the purse at his waist, took out a bead and handed it over, his ears flushed, "Can this be used as a loan fee?" After all, I'm not sure if it's money, He had to choose his words carefully.

Jiang's mother was stunned when she saw the bead, grabbed Jiang Moyu's hand and put it down, sighed, "Forget it, you stay in the Westinghouse for one night today, let's talk about it when his father comes back tomorrow."

She let go of Jiang Moyu, turned around and went into the house to take care of the stove, but did not collect the bead in Su Shaobai's hand.The little girl was very happy, winked at him and smiled brightly, bouncing around carrying the basket into the outer room to help Mother Jiang.

Su Shaobai was the only one left in the front yard. He was too embarrassed to wander around, so he could only stand there bored with his burden on his back, looking around.

The Jiang family’s house is a three-bay house with an east-west house and an outhouse. The front yard is not big, only about [-] to [-] square meters. Two pieces of bacon and a few bunches of dried mushrooms are hung under the eaves.On the left is a pile of firewood, on the right is a large piece of flattened land, scattered with five or six flat baskets made of bamboo, and some dried vegetables are drying in the sun.

In the corner on the far right near the window sill, a place the size of a desk is surrounded by a low wall more than one meter high. The stone used to build the low wall is strange, it is vermilion, with spiral lines.With his current height, he can't see inside at all from this side.

Is there any strange animal?

"Auntie, can I go and have a look?" Su Shaobai was really bored, and pointed to the strange low wall on the right.

Jiang's mother, who had just lifted the lid of the pot, glanced at him. The white steam made her complexion a little strange, "Be careful, you will come back when you feel dizzy."

careful?The things inside are fierce?Su Shaobai walked to the low wall with his mind full of question marks, and looked inside while holding the red stone wall, but it was actually empty.

If you look carefully, it is not completely empty. There is a white rectangular stone on the ground, about the size of a mineral water bottle.

That's right, it's a rock.

There was no door left on the low stone wall, so Su Shaobai put the burden beside him without giving up, leaned his arms on the wall and kicked hard, and he fell into the low wall.Looking around, to his disappointment, there was really nothing inside, except for the stone in the middle.

Mother Jiang's exhortations will not be because of this stone, right?

Is this some strange stone?

In his previous life, Su Shaobai also visited many gardens and museums, and there were not a few people who regarded strange stones as treasures.He squatted next to the stone, and after a closer look, he realized that the stone was not actually a rectangle, but a multi-faceted lens, which was slightly tapered from wide to narrow.There were sporadic shimmers on it, which looked like some kind of ore.It feels warm and comfortable in the hand, much like jade or crystal.

"You!" Jiang's mother suddenly exclaimed in a low voice from behind, she was standing a few steps away from the low wall and looked at Su Shaobai in panic.

Oops, can this stone be seen but not touched?Su Shaobai quickly put down the stone and stood up, looking at Jiang's mother at a loss.

"Aren't you dizzy?" Her voice softened, and she stared at him up and down.

Su Shaobai shook his head, why did Jiang's mother keep worrying about his dizziness, not only did he not feel dizzy, but it was quite comfortable to the touch.

"Are your legs weak?" Su Shaobai didn't know if it was an illusion, but Su Shaobai felt that there was a bit of surprise in her tone.

Weak legs?Su Shaobai shook his head, her questions were all very strange, so it's okay to be a little weak from hunger?

"It really is a person with a spiritual source, stop playing, come in and eat." She looked at Su Shaobai enviously, and waved to him.

Spirit source?Su Shaobai is full of curiosity about this unfamiliar word, and will ask what it means when he has a chance.

Dinner is a bowl of grain and rice porridge, served with a thick steamed bun, the main course is fish sauce made of a dozen small fish with the thickness of fingers, and the wild vegetables picked by the little girl.

The burnt-yellow Wowotou tastes very dry and astringent, with the same scum in taste and taste.Wild vegetables have been blanched in boiling water, but they still have a bitter taste.Holding the bowl, Su Shaobai recalled the luncheon meat, beef jerky, pork jerky, canned tuna and instant noodles in his backpack, crying silently in his heart.

Looking at the clear porridge in his hand, he suddenly remembered that there was half a piece of sesame seed cake in the bag that was so hard that he vomited blood. Maybe he could try it as a steamed mutton bun. Su Shaobai thought optimistically, and hurried to find it out.Seeing the half of the fine-flour biscuit he took out, Jiang Moyu swallowed hard, took a bite of the half of the steamed bun in his hand, and puffed out his cheeks to peek at Su Shaobai.

Su Shaobai's hands froze, and then boldly tore the half pancake into three pieces, and handed the bigger piece to Jiang's mother, and the two smaller pieces happened to be one piece for himself and Jiang Moyu.

"No, you can eat it yourself." Mother Jiang handed him back the piece of cake in front of her, and was about to get Jiang Moyu's piece, when the little girl quickly took a bite of the cake, almost knocking her teeth out , leaving only a circle of wet tooth marks.

Both Su Shaobai and Jiang's mother couldn't help being amused by her.

The little girl stared at them with wide eyes, angrily.Su Shaobai took the cake in her hand, broke it into small pieces for her, threw it into the hot porridge to soak, and told her, "Wait until it softens before eating."

Little Loli pouted and nodded obediently.

"Auntie, you can eat this one." Su Shaobai handed the other pancake to Mother Jiang again, it was made of fine flour after all.It seems that this piece of pancake that I despise is not something that everyone can eat in this world.At least not the Jiang family.Maybe, the original owner of this body is not as dilapidated as he thought?

Mother Jiang still didn't eat the pancake in the end, Su Shaobai saw that she wrapped it in a white linen cloth and stuffed it in the cupboard of the outhouse.

It's night, the sky is full of stars and people are sleeping.

Mother Jiang helped him spread a clean bedding on the bed in the Westinghouse, and the light and light package was quietly placed next to the pillow.

Jiang Moyu went to bed early, Su Shaobai asked Mother Jiang for a piece of clean linen, went to the stream to bring back half a bucket of water, stood in the yard and began to scrub his body with cold water.He tried it, and the whole bucket of water couldn't be lifted at all. Now this body is really useless.

When he stood in the night wind and scrubbed his chest tremblingly, he deeply felt the powerlessness of being dependent on others.Until Jiang's mother poured half a basin of hot water into his cold water bucket.

"Thank you!" Su Shaobai thanked her with sobs, refusing to admit that he would cry because of half a basin of hot water, the heat must have suffocated his eyes!

Jiang's mother patted his head without saying a word, and silently walked back to the outer room with the basin in hand.

It was just dawn in the morning, and Su Shaobai was still sleeping, when he suddenly heard the sky-shattering sound of the courtyard gate being patted. "Bang bang bang!" The voice sounded like a drum beating in a hurry.

He sat up in a daze, rubbed his eyes and opened the cracks of the blue ground and white flower homemade curtains, and saw Jiang's mother had walked to the gate of the courtyard.

As soon as the door was opened, many people hula came in, blocking the courtyard door tightly.

"Sorrow and change." Su Shaobai only heard these words clearly, and a turbulent sea suddenly set off in his heart.In a daze, he went back to the night when his parents had an accident. He was also a group of strange faces, knocked on the door of his house, and said these four words in the same tone as his grandmother.

He woke up in a jerk, and ran down the ground barefoot.Jiang's mother said yesterday that Jiang's father will come back today. Could it be that something happened to Jiang's father in this posture?