v7 Chapter 145： Zhuang Zhoumeng Butterfly Revelation (1/2)
[Today ’s update is complete, bow down and step down, goodbye to you all tomorrow. (August?
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After Wu Sheng took Xiao Chen away for less than half a day, a dark shadow rushed forward in the dark reflection of the ground, came straight here, turned into a thousand copies and searched within a thousand miles. Monk Robe fell down and appeared, but turned into an ordinary monk.
”The smell of Zijin Shadao is the strongest here, but at this moment it has dissipated and out of my sensing range, it seems that Xiao Chen really has the power to fight again.”
”Fortunately, I chose to retreat, otherwise I am afraid that he has fallen into his hands.”
”The assassination failed, the body was wounded, and the Zijin Shadao was taken away by the human race Xiao Chen. I must return to the race as soon as possible to blame the suzerain.”
The indifferent voice came out of this monk's mouth, but it was not cold, but the indifference had no temperature, and it sounded more terrifying.
The person said nothing, the figure suddenly melted, turned into a shadow again, merged into the ground, left in a strange way in an instant, and disappeared in an instant.
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The sky was like a wash, blue and cloudless. There was a boy in the shade, with a dark complexion. He was falling into a doze. But at this moment, a muffled thunder came from the sky, and then the violent wind rose suddenly, blowing the grass and bending, and the leaves rattled.
The boy seemed to be disturbed by the dream, frowning at the moment, and slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the surrounding scenery, the boy touched his head and laughed suddenly, only then he had a dream. This dream is very long. In the dream, he has a new name called Xiao Chen, step by step from a little monk. Moving forward, eventually becoming the Xeon of the spiritual realm, is preparing to ascend to a place called the spiritual realm. He was dreaming that he used a magic weapon called a small shop to shake the Sifang Dading that was controlled by the spirit of the ancient town, and then was sucked into the crack in the space, and the dream suddenly woke up.
However, this dream is too real. Dazhu thinks that this is the real thing, which makes him look a little hesitant.
”Dazhu, why are you still there? It's going to rain.” There was a rushing voice in the distance. He raised his head and looked at the old farmer rushing away on the field in the distance. Smile.
”Uncle Tu Niu, I see. Your plough is too heavy. Let me carry it for you.”
Uncle Tu Niu nodded and didn't quit, otherwise, looking at the weather, I'm afraid he hasn't returned to the village before the rain comes down. The two picked up the plough one after the other, and hurriedly went to the village not far away. The weather in March and April was a bit erratic, and the two were not slow, but before they entered the village, it was already pouring heavy rain in the sky, which drove them through, and the cold wind passed. It's kind of cold.
Uncle Tu Niu's family lived not far away, and he dropped the plough. The Tu Niu quickly greeted the two to the main house, complaining about Uncle Tu Niu in the mouth, and it was just dripping and freezing himself. This is the only person in our village who has the opportunity to get a reputation and become a big official.
Uncle Tu Niu smiled bitterly, Da Zhuo smiled thickly, disregarding the enthusiastic greetings of Tu Niu, and rushed home with a paper umbrella.
My mother was already anxiously waiting at the gate. Although she was holding an umbrella, the rain still dampened her skirt and stained it with mud flowers. When she saw Dazhu, her sorrow disappeared instantly, showing a mild smile. .
”Come in quickly. The rain is so wet that your clothes have been changed. Change your clothes and stay cold.”
Dazhu was a little stunned, and his mother always looked like this in her memory, but somehow, looking at her today, he suddenly felt a sour desire to tears, pretending to wipe the rain, saying: ”Know Mother, please go into the house. The rain and wind outside are bad for your health. ”
The mother stayed a little, then gave endless warmth in her heart, and nodded with a smile. The mother and son entered the door. The father was sitting in the hall with a serious face, but he could still see the worry in his eyebrows. .
”Where did I go to play? Why not look at the sky and see what it looks like, and change clothes and eat!”
My father was a stereotyped person. His life's fame ended with Xiu Cai, and his failure to shine in the door was a regret in his life. He asked Dazhu very high. I hope that he can one day get the fame and fulfill his desire to fail.
However, the boy was naughty and naturally dissatisfied with his father's strict requirements, so the relationship between father and son was quite distant.
However, today Dazhao heard this, but did not feel the slightest reluctance before, but felt more sour in his heart. At the moment, he respectfully said that turning directly into the door of the house made his father feel a little at a loss, quite a little overwhelmed.
The wife informed the son of Fang Caimen at the moment that the couple's eyes showed joy and consolation at the same time, and the ancestors blessed, Zhu Er finally understood.
From that stormy night, Dazhu did become extremely sensible. He began to study hard, his temperament became gentle and polite, his father nodded with satisfaction in his eyes, his mother rejoiced and smiled, and his family relationship was extremely harmonious.
Dazhu didn't know why. It seemed like he suddenly opened up and felt that he owed a lot to his parents. Although this guilt made him extremely puzzled, after thinking about it, there was no result, and he stopped thinking about it. As long as his parents are happy, he will do it.
Time passed three years soon. Dazhu was 15 years old. In this year's children's test, he won the first place and won the honor of a talent. It was the night parents who burned incense to worship their ancestors and informed their ancestors. My father sat in the hall and stayed up all night.
In the fall of the following year, Xuancheng Qiuyi began, his father changed into a collection of Confucian shirts, his mother packed up and made a good table, and the family ate in silence.
Then, his father took Dazhu and the villagers' eager eyes and headed for Xuancheng.
Before entering the examination room, my father seemed a little embarrassed, but he was always comforting Dazhu. ”Don't worry, don't be under pressure. You are still young, and your father's friend was also the third year's talent, so take the exam.”