v7 Chapter 146： The reincarnation of Xiao Jiazi (1/2)

Qing Yuanguo, in a smithy in a certain county, the snoozing teenager lying on the stove was suddenly awakened by a cold wind and looked at the sky that had been obviously dim. Hurrying to work hard, whispering bellows. {[August 1st? ((

Sure enough, but my father came back from the outside and looked at the teenager's hard work, showing a little satisfaction.

The boy secretly fortunately, but always thought about his dream. In the dream, he was a monk who called for the wind and the rain. He was called Xiao Chen. He experienced a scene that seemed like a real existence. In the dream, he was practicing alchemy on the Dandao Square of the Moro Alchemy Association. Woke up.

”If there are any immortals in this world, that's fine.”

The teenager underestimated a few words and left the dream behind.

No matter how true it is, it is just a dream.

The boy's name was Rufu. He was the son of a blacksmith. He didn't study, but inherited the craftsmanship passed down from his ancestors. He was determined to become a brilliant blacksmith. It was just that the young man was playful and very difficult to discipline.

But looking at his father who was roasted by the fire today, Rufu didn't have a bit of guilt in his heart, saying, ”Father, I'll help you pull the bellows every day and learn the craftsmanship of the blacksmith from you.”

The blacksmith's father stayed a little, feeling the sincerity in his son's mouth, could not help feeling his heart warm, and nodded with a smile.

Rufu also laughed.

When it was dark, his father and Rufu completed the last piece of iron in their hands and packed everything before heading for the house. Although the father on the road did not speak, Yu Guang looked at the respected son who was half a step behind, but was very relieved.

Back home, my mother has already prepared meals, simple and delicious.

Ruff sat at the dinner table and had a quiet meal with his parents. Although he didn't talk much, he felt extremely warm.

At night, Rufu was lying on the bed, thinking about his dream, muttering to himself, and said, ”Is this really just a dream?” This question was asked without explanation.

Since this day, everyone in the town knows that Ruf, the blacksmith's son, has become obedient, helping his father work every day, watching the smile on the old blacksmith's face, and many people have envious eyes.

Seven years later, Rufu was 2o years old. He took the hammer from his father and became the new owner of the smithy. His craftsmanship is very good, even better than his father. The smithy's business has not decreased, but has become more prosperous.

The parents rejoiced and enjoyed their old age, all they wanted was to find a room for Lu Fu. After March, Rufu became married, and his wife was not too beautiful, but she was gentle and courteous, waiting for her in-laws to do her best.

Two years later, his parents passed away, and Rufu knelt in the hall for three days and three nights. Finally, his **** was nine ringing, sending his parents to the ground for peace.

For another 18 years, heavy snow was blowing in late winter. Rufu was lying on the bed. His wife had already gone before he died. He had sons, uncles, and suns waiting for the bed. He tried to widen his eyes and looked at the figure of the blue robe that had appeared in the dream in front of him. ”Really, is it just a dream?”

This question is also not explained.

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There is a storyteller in Wangcheng. Although he is poor, his family is harmonious. His father is kind and filial, his mother-in-law is harmonious, and his children are full of children. It's just that the storyteller told a story for a lifetime, but couldn't figure it out. Is the story he told true or false?

On this day, he is 73 years old and has been ill for a long time. He has never told a story, but today he suddenly got his son ready for everything and went on stage again.

There are countless guests in the audience, just because this storyteller's story is too good, too real, like it really exists. In the legend, the monks went to the immortal, the calculations were fought, and the love and hatred of every scene.

”Today is the last time that the old man appeared on the stage, and I will tell all the stories I can tell.” The storyteller looked rare and rosy, and his eyes were full of vitality, and he began to speak with a low voice, exposing a grand scene. .

”Also, said Xiao Chen, came to the Ji family to look for her sister, entered the Xuansha world, and after fighting, she finally saw the person she wanted. Although her appearance changed, the breath could not be faked.”

”Sister, still smiles at him as he did, and he will never forget that smile.”

The storyteller stopped here and stopped speaking.

”What else? Man, the story shouldn't end here.”

”That's right, say it quickly, we are still waiting for you to speak.”

”What about Xiao Chen later? What about his sister and sister? There are still a lot of mists and clouds in the story. The old man will explain it quickly.”

The audience listening to the book spoke slightly, and the scene was a bit noisy for a while.

The storyteller frowned, his face suddenly turned pale, his eyes stared unfocused toward the sky, and murmured, ”Yeah, the story should continue, but I only remember these because I only dreamed about it here.”

”There should be many wonderful stories behind, right?”

”I don't know, you must know, you are the Xiao Chen, right?”

Opening in a low voice, no one can hear, the last strength of the storyteller disappeared, leaning against the back of the chair, closing his eyes.

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At different times and in different spaces, many people have a dream at the same time, seemingly in constant reincarnation.