Luo Guan nodded, "I understand."
Dong Ping was surprised, "Sir, do you really believe it?"
Luo Guan patted his shoulder and said, "Okay. Let's go clean up first and come down for breakfast."
"Got it sir!"
Dong Ping was in a good mood. He knew that his husband was not an ordinary person, and he would not be like his friends in the village who thought he always liked to brag about his dreams.
Breakfast is very simple, millet porridge, steamed buns and pickles.
Dong Li came when he was halfway through the meal, waving his hands repeatedly, "I've eaten, I've eaten. Sir, you continue to eat, I'll just wait."
He sat at the door, rubbing his hands together continuously, his expression looked very nervous, he looked at Luo Guan and then Dong Ping, and hesitated several times.
After dinner, Dong Ping hurriedly got up to clean up, but was stopped by "Su Qing". She said in a gentle tone: "You talk to sir here, I'll come."
The mistress was still beautiful, like a fairy in the sky, but she seemed to be a different person to Dong Ping, and those beautiful eyes made people awe.
He nodded subconsciously, and after the master's wife left, he whispered: "Sir, is the master's wife okay? I think she...well, she doesn't seem to be feeling well..." Dong Ping said it tactfully.
Luo Guan glanced at him and said, "It's okay. Please invite your dad over and make another pot of tea."
Dong Li waved his hands and refused to sit down. He stood and drank two sips of tea. He gritted his teeth and put down the tea cup, and directly pulled Dong Ping, "Come here, kneel down!"
Dong Ping knelt in front of Luo Guan without saying a word.
Seeing that he didn't stop him, Dong Li was overjoyed and bowed: "I don't dare to deceive you, sir. I don't want Dong Ping to be like me, trapped in this small world all his life, living a life that can see the end at a glance. Please sir." Keeping him by my side will be deeply felt by the Dong family and will never be forgotten!"
Dong Ping made a "bang" sound and his forehead hit the ground heavily, "Sir, Dong Ping wants to follow you and listen to your teachings. Please take me in, sir!"
Both father and son are very impressive.
Luo Guan picked up the tea cup, took a few sips slowly, looked at Dong Ping, then looked at Dong Li, and said: "Brother Dong, your family is related to Luo. I also like Dong Ping, but sometimes I can see him at a glance. In the end, life may not be a happy one."
After a slight pause, "Perhaps, when your eyes are opened, the more you see, the more torture and pain you will feel in your heart. Dong Ping may regret it and feel resentful. He could have lived a stable and peaceful life. It is yours and mine." Decided to let him suffer.”
Dong Li's eyes widened. He didn't quite understand what Luo Guan said, but his heart was beating "bang bang" non-stop. He felt unspeakable fear and uneasiness. Even his originally firm thoughts were hesitant at this moment. stand up.
At this moment, Dong Ping said loudly: "Sir, everything you said may happen in the future, but if I have never seen such a future, I will not be reconciled."
He raised his head, his forehead was slightly swollen, his eyes were bright and firm, "Please, sir, give me a chance to open my eyes and see the world clearly. Even if I am bruised and bruised, I will not regret it!"
"Ping'er..." Dong Li spoke subconsciously.
Dong Ping said: "Dad, my child has made up his mind."
Luo Guan met his eyes, "Don't you regret it?"
"You will never regret it!"
"Okay." Luo Guan nodded, "From today on, please call me sir."
They are both "sir", but from this moment on, the meanings are obviously different.
Dong Ping was overjoyed and respectfully poured a cup of tea for Luo Guan. He knelt down and offered it with both hands, "Sir, please drink tea."
Luo Guan took it and took a sip.
After a while, Dong Li said goodbye and left. Today he will take people back to Shangenzhai. When leaving, he told his son, "Don't worry about the family. Your mother and I will take good care of grandma. Be obedient by your husband's side and don't cause trouble for him."
Wiping the corners of his red eyes, he bowed respectfully to where he came from, turned around, and strode away.
Dong Ping was very reluctant to leave, but he just looked in the direction his father left, looked quietly for a while, then turned back to the courtyard, "Mr."
"Your father is gone."
"Um."
"You have to get used to this kind of separation. Maybe in the future you will leave Liyuan Town and go to a place far, far away. I don't know how long it will be before you come back." Luo Guan looked at Dong Ping, "Remember, this is today It's your own choice, don't cry when you feel miserable and tired in the future."
Dong Ping shook his head and said seriously: "I can't." His eyes were bright and he was eager to try, "Sir, what are we doing today?"
"Forging iron."
"ah?!"
…
one year later.
Next to the stove, Dong Ping, who has grown taller and has become obviously stronger, is swinging a hammer. The iron ingot he hits makes a "ding" sound, and large sparks fly everywhere, reflecting the tenacity and calmness in his eyes. .
At first, Dong Ping was a little disappointed when he didn't get the "true biography" from his husband and instead asked him to just work step by step every day.
But he quickly adjusted his mentality and gradually found the joy of blacksmithing - observing Mr., learning from Mr., becoming Mr., and surpassing Mr.!
This was the goal Dong Ping set for himself, but he found it difficult. He could only get to the second step at most... No, to be precise, he was stuck between the first and second steps.
Because when Mr. strikes iron, it seems to be simple and the same boring movements, but in fact they are very different. Dong Ping doesn’t know what to say, but he can see that every time he learns it, there will be something new. Something appears.
Perhaps, this is what the teacher taught him.
Half an hour later, with a burst of white mist rising, the newly beaten hoe revealed its appearance. It was simple, but the surface of the hoe reflected the skylight, and there was a trace of light on the fine beating marks. The unique luster of circle metal.
Dong Ping looked at it carefully and nodded with satisfaction, confirming that he had learned some of Mr.'s "Protestant" things. Today's work was almost completed. He carefully tidied up the stove room, sorting the supplies and placing them neatly.
Grabbing the wooden sword, Dong Ping walked to the yard, closed his eyes and adjusted his whistling for a while. The young man suddenly moved his wrist, and the wooden sword whizzed out.
It was just a thirteen-year-old boy, and a wooden sword he had made casually. At this moment, it gave people an indescribable sharp edge. Although it was not too strong, it was bright and burning, as if it was going to blow the sky above him. Shred directly.
However, this sharp edge was suppressed by heaven and earth, and could not even escape at all. However, it did not dissipate, but continued to gather into the wooden sword in Dong Ping's hand.
Luo Guan was sitting under the eaves. He was now less hands-on. Most of the blacksmithing work was left to Dong Ping. Looking at the young man dancing with the sword, he subconsciously narrowed his eyes.
"Dong Ping is a rare child. It's really curious. If he were born in the outside world, how stunning he would be." The flower god spoke slowly, with a hint of affection in his eyes, but more of he couldn't bear it.
Luo Guan shook his head, "There are no ifs in the world."
Flower God hesitated and said, "Are you going to take him away?"
"Yeah, but I'll ask him one more time before I leave."
Flower God said: "He will definitely follow you." Over the past year, she watched Dong Ping's every move and got to know him very well.
This time, Luo Guan remained silent for a long time before saying, "I know."
Take Dong Ping out. As the new owner of "Fengshan Ruins", he has this ability.
But he couldn't really bring out a Dong Ping who had "nothing to do with his ideas and all his avenues". This would be very difficult.
The flower god had already guessed something, but she never asked. She said softly: "If there is anyone who needs my help, I can help."
Luo Guan was not surprised. He just nodded and said, "I have some ideas. You can help me with this."
Sword training is over.
Dong Ping wiped his sweat, ran over and said happily: "Sir, at a moment just now, I suddenly felt that my sword was so fast. It was fast enough to catch up with the fastest flying bird. But when I looked carefully, it It’s become so slow again, as if it’s being held back by something, do you know what’s going on?”
Luo Guandao: "This is because you have improved." He paused and continued: "Dong Ping, remember, no matter when or where you are, you are a genius in sword practice. Do you understand?"
"Genius?" Dong Ping grinned brightly.
This is the first time my husband has praised him.
In the evening, the Flower God set out the dishes and called them to come and eat.
After Luo Guan sat down, Dong Ping saluted respectfully, "Thank you, Master."
He is now used to the changes in his wife's temperament. Sometimes she is very out of touch, like a little girl who has not grown up. She is greedy and a little lazy, but she is very close to him. She always smiles with her white teeth showing, which makes Dong Ping felt very warm.
But sometimes the mistress is very majestic. She doesn't do anything or say much. Just a look in her eyes can make people feel awe.
After dinner, Dong Ping wanted to start cleaning up, but his wife looked at him. He laughed twice and saluted: "Sir, my wife, I will go back and rest first."
After he left, the Flower God put away the dishes and made a cup of tea for Luo Guan, "I think it's still a bit too risky."
Luo Guan took a sip of tea and felt the heat between his lips and teeth, "If you don't take risks, how can you change your life?"
Back then, if he hadn't fought hard for his father and rushed into the Abyss of Fire with the belief that he would die, there would be no Luo Guan today.
Now, it's Dong Ping's turn.
The flower god nodded, leaned over him, and felt the soft elastic touch, then bit Luo Guan's ear, "Fellow Daoist Luo, otherwise, if we have a careful discussion tonight, maybe I can come up with some good ideas." , can you help Xiao Dongping?"
Luo Guan's eyes flashed slightly. Su Qing plotted against the Great Evil Corpse Dragon, and then ruthlessly plotted against the Flower God. He escaped from the desperate situation of death and no life, and now he has gained a status that is almost on an equal footing with the Flower God. , methods are all top-notch.
Maybe she really has some ideas.
Furthermore, after sleeping in separate beds for more than a year and often eating corn and drinking nourishing porridge, her face is rosy now, so she should be fine, right?
"ah!"
Su Qing whispered and crossed her arms, "Fellow Daoist Luo, what are you going to do? I'm an innocent girl. Don't mess around, or I'll call someone!"
She looked horrified and ready to cry.
This goblin!
The acting skills are even better...
That night, the moon was hidden and the stars were dark, and I was too embarrassed to open my eyes.
