The Inverted Dragon’s Scale

The 355th chapter, the Buddha promised!

It is cold in the cold, and the cold wind cuts people.

Because Grandpa Song alone did not like the excitement in the city, with a few old servants moved to the deer park outside the Song family.

The deer park is empty, and there are no wind-covered buildings around, so the location where they are located is cold and a chill is coming from all directions.

The two grandfathers are kneeling under the gallery, just like two rural old farmers waiting for the fat rabbits that may hit the stump at any time.

Song Yu looked at the plum tree that showed the branches under the cold moon and said: "The black light is bonfire, and I don't know when they will open. If the grandfather goes back to sleep, see the tree early. Flowers are not a big surprise?"

"Not the same." The old man said concisely and stubbornly.

Song Xiao smiled and said: "How is it different? Isn't it just want to enjoy plum blossoms? Plum blossoms are cold, and the flowering period is long, and it will be unbeaten for a while. Do you mean that there will be a heavy snow in the sky? In this body, different peaches and plums mixed with Fang. Suddenly a night of fragrance, scattered as Qiankun Wanlixiang. This charm, this artistic conception, is not what Grandpa wants?"

"I want to hear the sound of flowers." Song said alone.

Song Xiao chuckled and said: "Grandpa, where is the sound when the flowers bloom?"

"Look, you don't understand this? You are still a good painter. I only see the shape, I don't know how it sounds. How can I break the paintings?"

It was blamed by Grandpa, Song Song did not feel uncomfortable or unacceptable, but there was a deep feeling of attachment and reluctance in his heart.

He was very sure what happened when he prayed for his grandfather, and he clearly knew what the omen meant.

Even if he is lucky, or he hopes it is just a nightmare.

He does not want to see such a harbinger, or he would rather not accompany Cui today to go to the Thousand Buddhas Temple to burn incense Buddha.

This is the pain of the prophet.

You know the sorrow that is coming, so it is difficult to enjoy the peace of mind.

"In this case, I am here to accompany my grandfather here. I would like to see if this is really a sound when the plum blossoms are opened." Song Yan looked at the delicate skin between the grandfather's neck and said.

Song Lonely is not old at all, and even looks quite young.

When he was fifty-one years old, he entered the dry glory. It took 19 years to break through the third order and enter the starry sky.

The 70-year-old master of the sky is already one of the most powerful empires of the entire Westwind Empire.

Because the Song family is knowledgeable, it is called the Empire Library. The compilation of the empire's classics and the revision of the calendar have been manipulated by the Song family behind the scenes or directly responsible. Thus, Song Lonely has another nickname called 'Eye of the Stars'.

Song Lonely is like a pair of eyes on the starry sky, silently watching the rise and fall of this huge empire, and the fierce or feminine powers of vendetta.

Some people say that there is nothing in this empire that Song alone can't solve.

It is also said that there is no such thing as Song’s loneliness in this city.

The hero of the army, the **** of the army. In its heyday, holding the Westwind Empire million soldiers.

It was also under the impetus of this old man that the military power of Lu Xing’s army was regained and won, and eventually became a vain with no sorghum.

It is also under the force of this old man that Lu Xingkong wants to seek the position of the left phase is difficult, and is called what is impossible.

"The line is like a tiger, and the heart is like a fox. It is not good for the country." This is the evaluation of Lu Xing on Lu Xing.

Because of this sentence, almost the latter half of Lu Xing’s life was stunned in the quagmire.

If it is not the millennium savings of Lujia, because the generations of Lujia are the generals, I am afraid that the current Lujia has long since disappeared because of this sentence, and it has been swallowed up with bones and scum.

This powerful old man is dying.

"Want to see it, but don't scream." Song Lonely made a gesture of morphing sound again, saying: "All the grass and the wood are spiritual. The hen is disturbed when laying eggs, fearing that the egg will be shrunk back. If the plum blossoms are heard when the plum blossoms bloom, what should I do if the buds that come out are taken back?"

"Grandpa, can this plum blossom bloom be recovered?"

"of course can."

"That's okay. I listened to Grandpa. From now on, I don't say a word. But if the plum blossoms don't open, you can't blame me."

"It will definitely open." Song Lonely looked up at the sky, and the cold moon did not know when it disappeared. The sky is like an ink disk, and the black wind is like a wolf. "It's going to snow."

"It is going to snow." Song Yi glanced at the darkness of the sky, knowing that winter is coming. The former Song Song has never been afraid of the day, and feels that there is nothing in this world that can't be solved by himself. However, when seeing the blood of a large group in the Buddha's eye hole, Song Song began to be afraid.

He was afraid that the old man in front would leave, fearing that the Song family’s beam would fall.

The old man stopped talking and Song Yu stopped talking.

The two quietly squatted under the porch, staring at the nearest plum blossom from their eyes.

The night is getting darker and the wind is getting stronger.

Then there was a gust of wind and the temperature plummeted.

In the cold wind of whistling, a white feather hovered in front of the eyes.

Dangling and fluttering.

Song Yu played with his heart and wanted to reach out and bring the feather to his hand.

The old man's body suddenly propped up, and his eyes burst into a strange brilliance.

Song Yu’s hand extended and received it again, looking at the scene in front of him with amazement.

On the ordinary, unmistakable plum tree, it emits a circle of silver luster.

On the dark branches, a pair of three small buds emerged, as if there were countless black peas growing on the branches.

Under the eyes of the grandson and the two, the little peas one after another bloomed a little, giving a whispering but crisp sound.

It is the sound of flowers, the sound of winter snow.

It is the joy of the heart.

Song Yan’s eyes widened and said: “I heard it, I really heard it —————”

Song Lonely is also a big expression, pale face becomes faint, it looks like drinking two or two plum wine.

"When you see the Buddha, do you see the Buddha?" Song’s gaze looked at the plum blossom that was still in bloom, and asked casually in his mouth.

Song Yu’s expression was stiff, and then he said with a smile: “Grandpa, I did see the Buddha. I saw a lot of Buddhas. I sang “The Pharmacist’s Mantra” in front of the Buddha, and prayed for my Buddha to bless you peace and joy.”

Song Lonely smiled and asked: "Does the Buddha promise?"

"Accepted." Song said with a smile.

"The Buddha promised, will you rush back to see me?"

"grandfather--"