The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

The child's sitting posture is just like his personality, very rough, with his shoes off the ground, one of his bare feet hanging in the air, the other stepping on the edge of the bamboo couch, one arm resting on the bent knee, It was a young man, but this young man was holding a big cattail fan in his hand, fanning the old man on the couch earnestly.

"Grandpa, are you feeling better?"

The old man nodded lightly: "It's much better." The weather was hot, and he suddenly felt severe chest tightness in the middle of sleeping at night, so he asked his grandson to help him out to breathe.

When he was brought in before, he felt uneasy and fearful, and he didn't have time to look at the environment here, but now he saw that the place was quiet and clean, and there were some seasonal flowers and plants in the courtyard.

During severe droughts, countless people died of thirst for a sip of water, but the flowers in this mansion are all blooming so delicately and beautifully.

Looking at the flowering branches swaying in the wind, the old man's mood that had just gotten better became gloomy again. After a long while, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "When will such a day end!"

Wang Ergou is still young, and what he thinks about every day is just eating and drinking. In fact, he didn't think too much about the future, so he couldn't quite understand Uncle Wang's mood at the moment.

The child could only vaguely feel the depression of the other party's mood from the old man's tone, he stopped fanning, rubbed his nose with the back of his hand indiscriminately, and said, "Grandpa, when Ergou grows up, he will definitely bark You live a good life, when the time comes, you can eat whatever you want, drink as much water as you want, we will be like the people in this house, get a few big buckets of water, and take a quick bath for him, You haven't seen how much water those sisters sent to the guy next door during the day, my good guy, that water is enough for us to drink for several months!"

Hearing what his grandson said, the old man beamed with joy and winked for a while, and his mood finally became clearer. He smiled and taunted: "You brat, you are a big fart. When you grow up, grandpa, an old bone, doesn't know Where is it buried!"

Uncle Wang said this as a joke, but when he finished speaking, he found that his little grandson suddenly fell silent.

Seeing that Wang Ergou hung his head and remained silent for a while, Uncle Wang asked, "Ergou, why are you in a daze?"

Wang Ergou raised his head, his eyes were a little red, but his tone was extremely stubborn and firm: "Grandpa, you will not die, you will live a long life." In the past, the old man said such Wang Ergou won't take it seriously, but it's probably because Uncle Wang has been sick too many times in the past year, and even almost lost his life twice - the old man lying on the bed dying, in the child's An indelible shadow was left in his heart, so when he heard these words again at this time, Wang Ergou was really scared.

He couldn't imagine what he would do if one day his grandfather left him!

The old man was taken aback for a moment, and then he stretched out his hand and patted the back of Wang Ergou's head slightly heavily: "Fool, grandpa is joking with you, my body has improved a lot recently, let alone a hundred years old, I just live a hundred and twenty years old It's not a big deal if you're in your teens, and my family's beard will be dragged into the chicken feces, and grandpa will definitely be alive and well."

Most of the originally low and sentimental anger dissipated in an instant because of the old man's inconspicuous words.

"Grandpa!" Wang Ergou rubbed his head and complained in dissatisfaction, "Don't say such things in the future."

"There's nothing to be afraid of!" Uncle Wang said with a smile, "We haven't waited to see my second dog marry a wife and have a little great-grandson in my arms, so I'm not willing to see Master Yan Wang."

At a young age, Wang Ergou knew what it meant to marry a wife. He blushed when he heard the words, and stared at the old man with big black eyes: "Grandpa, what nonsense are you talking about!"

The old man was amused by his grandson's reaction, and there was only hearty "haha" in the silent courtyard.

The laughter lasted for quite a while before it gradually subsided. Under the silvery moonlight, on that dark, ravine-filled old face, there was a deep love for the child. Unable to hide the sadness.

The child was only shy, looking at the fidgeting look, as if he wanted to find a hole in the ground, so he didn't notice the emotion in the old man's eyes, but Wen Jue, who was leaning on the tree, could see it very clearly.

And such a scene, in the eyes of him, who knew the ending in advance, was really heart-wrenching.

"Ah~" A young voice came from under the tree, yawning and saying vaguely, "The grandpa and grandson are really interesting. They don't sleep at night and talk about things in the yard."

Wen Jue looked down at the tree and said, "Are you sleepy?"

Xiaoyang was yawning under the tree with his sword in his arms, looking extremely sleepy. Hearing this, he immediately stood up straight and repeatedly denied: "It's okay, it's you, master, why don't you go to rest? ?”

Wen Jue said, "Maybe it won't be too peaceful tonight."

"Today's weather is not a good time to commit crimes." Xiao Yang looked up at the moon in the sky and said indifferently.Who would have thought that as soon as these words were finished, a dark cloud suddenly drifted past, gradually covering the full moon.

The whole world fell into darkness.

Xiaoyang suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing over his back, and he couldn't help but hugged his arms and rubbed them a few times: "I'll go, the sky will change if I say it will change, nothing will really happen!"

"Be careful!" Wen Jue faintly saw a flash of red light, subconsciously shouted, then jumped off the tree, grabbed Xiao Yang's arm and pulled him aside.

Xiao Yang looked along the place where he stood just now, and saw a row of sharp darts on the tree. The place where the darts pierced into the wood was three-pointed, and almost even the tail of the darts did not go in.

"It's such a deep internal force!" Xiaoyang felt frightened for a while, and broke out in a cold sweat, "If this pierces my body, I will become a sieve!"

Wen Jue said: "I'll take care of this side, you go into the courtyard to protect them."

"Yes." Xiaoyang responded subconsciously, and then she was about to jump into the courtyard next door, soaring into the air and then falling down again, "The person who shot just now has extraordinary internal skills, master..."

Wen Jue knew what he meant, and said, "It's okay, I can handle it."

Xiaoyang was still a little worried when he heard this, but he had no other choice, so he had to leave first.

He had just passed the wall on this side, and another dart shot from there.

The speed at which the dart was shot was really fast. If it was a normal person, it would definitely not be able to escape, but obviously Wen Jue is not a normal person, he is a man selected by the system.

So Wen Jue escaped dangerously without any suspense.

Immediately afterwards, a slender figure rushed over with the sound of a gust of wind, and stood about three steps away from Wen Jue Mo.

The night was pitch black, and Wen Jue couldn't see the man's face clearly, only a luxurious red dress was flapping and agitating in the air, wantonly and flamboyantly.

"In this world, there are only a handful of people who can avoid my seven-star death dart. Are you suitable for the origin?"

"Before you killed someone, didn't you even know the identity of the other party?" Wen Jue said lightly.

"That depends on him," the man in red sneered while playing with a cold dart in his hand, "whether he has the qualifications."

As a good citizen who took root in a society ruled by law, Wen Jue not only disagreed with his idea, but even found it abnormal.

With a pervert, Wen Jue felt that there was no need to waste words, so he directly made a move.

The man in red obviously didn't expect him to be like this, a look of astonishment flashed across his face, and then he raised his hand to block.

It's just that Wen Jue's speed obviously exceeded his expectations, and what he didn't expect was that this guy dared to face his palm wind without dodging or dodging, and directly pounced on him.

The man in red lowered his head slowly and stiffly. When he saw the dagger stuck in his chest, a look of dullness flashed across his face. It was obvious that he never expected that he would be killed by a single blow.

After a brief moment of astonishment, the man in red gathered a surge of internal force in his palm again, and struck towards Wen Jue. His blow was desperate, but he missed again.

——The wrong palm hit the tree where Wen Jue was hiding before, the big tree was split in two, and even the courtyard wall collapsed.

Wen Jue also made that stab desperately. Firstly, the opponent's internal strength is high, and he has no other advantages except speed; secondly, someone must have sneaked in the place separated by a wall, and he has no time to deal with this. People are exhausted, so now, surprise is his only chance of winning.

But even so, Wen Jue never thought of taking Feng Chuanchen's life, so the dagger didn't stab deeply, but because the man in red still fully mobilized his internal energy to exert his power when he was injured, the accelerated blood circulation made him The blood loss rate of his body also soared sharply, and after one blow, he was completely useless.

The man held his chest and spurted a mouthful of blood, then his knees softened, and he knelt on the ground helplessly.

The dark clouds passed by, and the moon in the sky gradually appeared again. Wen Jue, who was planning to leave quickly, stopped on his feet when he saw Feng Chuanchen's ruthless face, and walked back again.

Seeing Wen Jue squatting down slowly beside him, raising a hand towards him, without dropping it for a long time, the man's nerves tensed up instantly, but his face still had that haughty and arrogant look on his face: " If you want to kill or cut, give it a good time!"

"It's all like this, don't you know how to say something soft?"

"Hmph—" the man in red snorted coldly, and turned his face away, "I, Feng Chuanchen, fell into your hands today because I am inferior to others."

When Wen Jue heard the words, his hands paused, and he mumbled for a while: "Are you Feng Chuanchen?"

Feng Chuanchen said: "Why, I have heard the name of the leader, but it is not surprising, after all, the leader..." Before finishing a narcissistic sentence, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the wound, and it became difficult to breathe.