Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Mr. Ren saw Qing Huan coming out alone, until the black hole in the wall was closed and he couldn't see the person he wanted to see, he crawled over and grabbed Qing Huan's leg——

"What about him? Where's Wu Jizi?"

Qing Huan spread out his palms, and there was a black crystal bead lying on it. He knelt down and handed the crystal bead to Mr. Ren: "This is his primordial spirit."

Mr. Ren held the crystal bead: "He..."

"That's all I can do." Qing Huan said.

Mr. Ren clenched his hands tightly: "I understand...I knew he would lose...this is already the best ending." He has the eyes of heaven, so he naturally knows that Qing Huan will be fine, but Wu Jizi...

"If he wins instead, he probably won't let me stay." Qing Huan said: "He is also pitiful, and this is also the glimmer of life I left for him."

"thanks……"

"I'll give you one last piece of advice," Qing Huan said, "Your efforts may not be rewarded..."

"I know," Mr. Ren said calmly, "Thank you for your advice."

Qing Huan knew that he couldn't extricate himself, sighed secretly, turned around and said, "Let's go back."

"Daddy hug." Jiujiu took Jiujiu from Long Zhao's arms: "Let's go."

"Ah."

When Mr. Ren heard those voices gradually fade away, he was left alone in Nanuo Da's house, which was empty, and a gust of cold wind blew in, making him feel cold all over his body.

He leaned against the wall, pressed the crystal bead in his hand to the place closest to his heart, lowered his head, and said softly: "I will be with you... I will always be with you..." These words seemed to be spoken to Listening to others is like talking to yourself.

The streamer on the black crystal bead flickered, then returned to darkness.

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"... Heavenly Virtue and Moon Virtue, Year-old Virtue and Virtue, Guilu Sword Killing, Luma Backward, Golden God Kuigang, General Introduction to Arching, Well Curtain Backwards, Flying Miscellaneous Qi..." The young man in white clothes held a scroll in his hand , explaining morality to the juniors sitting at the bottom, handsome but expressionless, looks very majestic.

The juniors all sat upright, concentrating, and no one dared to relax in front of this senior.

After the explanation, the young man asked the juniors to copy the scriptures, and he checked them one by one - suddenly he felt a strange line of sight, he looked up and saw the child standing in the corner over there secretly watching here.The child was extremely thin and weak, not suitable for his age, and his eyes were full of caution and prudence, clearly the eyes that had been trained.

The child met his eyes and lowered his head in fright. He ordered to do those things, and the extra time was spent on self-cultivation.However, for some reason, when he saw the child's eyes, he felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if a voice was circling in his ears, urging him to go forward.

He walked up to the child, squatted down and looked at the child: "Why do you come to study with your senior brother?"

"I...wouldn't..." said the child wringing his fingers.

"No, you can learn slowly." He held the child's hand, and rarely softened his voice: "Come with me."

The child was led forward by him, and his hand as thin as a chicken's claw slowly grabbed the boy's hand: "Master, brother..."

"Huh?" The boy looked down at him.

"I...can't write..." I was extremely ashamed.

The boy listened for a while, then stroked his withered and yellow hair: "Senior brother will teach you."

The child's head trembled under his palm. He was not used to such intimacy, but he was also very reluctant to part with it.

The teenager took the child and sat down in his seat, then stuffed the pen dipped in ink into his hand: "Let's start."

"Write... write what?"

"Do you still remember the name your master gave you?"

"Well, I remember." He stumbled a little: "Wu, Wu Jizi..."

"Yes, Wu Jizi..." The young man held the child's hand and led him to write: "I'll teach you how to write your name first..."

Under the shade of a large tree, the young man taught the child to write, the wind blows the leaves, and the leaves fall on the two of them without realizing it. The time is quiet and beautiful...

If so, how good this book started.

……

Qing Huan opened his eyes. He didn't know how long he had slept. He fell asleep when he got home. He knew that he was dreaming. Sometimes it was blank, sometimes it was a patchwork of pictures... Finally, it was this dream... Wu Jizi who came to the teacher's gate...

If so, what a great start.

Qing Huan still remembers Wu Jizi's last words before being subdued by her at that time: I hate you, I hate you, because from the very beginning you made me feel the difference between cloud and mud.

This sentence startled Qing Huan - Wu Jizi's current state, although he was responsible for his own injustice, had a lot to do with him.He has been thinking, if Wu Jizi cared most about them at the beginning, they would not have that kind of cold relationship. If he could look back at him and care about him more, wouldn't it... the ending would be different?

Wu Jizi... I am indeed not a good senior brother.And you, is it worth spending thousands of years to take revenge on me?I don't know if one day you will realize it.

"woke up."

The sudden sound came from a heavy eggplant that suddenly appeared in his room.

Qing Huan sat up and glanced at him: "I remember I said that you have to knock on the door before entering my room."

"I thought you didn't wake up, so I didn't have to worry about it." Chong Ke sat down beside his bed, watched him regain his radiant appearance, and smiled, "It's okay, you're fine."

"Of course I won't let anything happen to me." Qing Huan said.

Zhongjia said: "You are still too willful in this matter, go to the tiger's den alone, in case you have something to do..."

"The matter between me and Wu Jizi is a grievance between the two of us. We will meet this side sooner or later." Qing Huan said: "If you go with me, he may not meet me."

"Are you so sure that you will win?" Chong Ke asked again.

"To be honest, no, half and half." Seeing Zhongqie's face turned ugly, Qing Huan continued: "However, I know Wu Jizi's weakness, so I went to see him with the mentality of giving it a try..."

Chong Ke disagreed: "It's really nonsense..."

Qing Huan held his hand: "Look, am I okay now?"

Chong Ke said lightly: "Yes, God bless you."

"Angry?" Qing Huan looked at him with a smile on his lips.

"I'm angry with you, I'm the one to blame myself." Zhongqie laughed at himself.

Qing Huan leaned forward and hugged Chong Qie: "Don't be angry... It's raining and sunny now. From now on, there will never be a next time."

"You dare." It was rare for Zhong Qie to become strong in front of Qing Huan.

"Don't dare." Qing Huan put her arms around his neck: "My meat is so heavy..."

"However, there is one thing that I am curious about."

"What?" Qing Huan asked casually.

"It was that life, the life we ​​first became acquainted with, what happened... I think, should you explain it clearly?"

Qing Huan's body froze: "Well, it's all over...Thousands of years ago, why mention those?"

Chong Ke slightly pushed Qing Huan away and looked straight into his glazed eyes: "But I want to know, everything about us, I want to know."

Qing Huan was silent for a while, and then said: "Okay, but you have to give me time to sort it out, I will tell you, you should all explain clearly... everything... good and bad, happiness and pain all of……"

"Okay." Zhongqie kissed Qing Huan's lips, expressing his satisfaction with actions.

"Crack-clang-clang-" The sound of glass breaking - came from downstairs.Immediately afterwards, there were noises and screams of children, which were endless.

Qing Huan knew that those guys were restless again... Ever since they moved in, their home has been violently damaged from time to time... They really don't know how to love money...

Qing Huan twitched her forehead, pushed away the heavy eggplant, and pressed against his lips: "Okay, let's go downstairs and have a look first."

Chong Ke raised his eyebrows, took off his finger, and whispered in his ear: "Okay, we'll talk about it tonight."

"..."

Qing Huan feels that her future... is really hard enough.

But that's life, isn't it?

His life is destined to be filled by these guys, there is no gap.

However, it's as good as it gets.

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