After making this move, Zhao Ning hesitated for a moment, trotted to the table, and took out the dress that was gradually dyed in cloud green. Only then did she realize that there was more than one piece in the bag, and there were many beautiful colors.
She put on the dress that was gradually dyed in cloud green, and it fit her perfectly. Twelve-year-old Xiao Zhaoning was a little embarrassed to wear it for the first time, so she stretched her sleeves and returned to her desk to continue writing.
"...So, if you wake up tomorrow and your memory remains at the moment when you descended from Yanyun Mountain, then you must stop running and stay."
"Little girl." There was a call at this moment, and she responded, dried the new paper, folded it, put it in her sleeve pocket, hesitated for a moment, and then stuffed it under the pillow.
Zhao Ning opened the door and trotted to the kitchen door. The old man's vicissitudes of life were reflected in the firelight of the stove. But when he raised his eyes to look at her, a distant figure unexpectedly flashed across Zhao Ning's mind.
She blinked and waited for a while before asking, "Grandpa, are you looking for me."
The old man was still looking at her, and Zhao Ning looked at the clothes on her body. Suddenly, she turned around in front of him, and her clothes, which were gradually dyed in cloud green, were fluttering like a breeze blowing through the depths of the bamboo forest.
Zhao Ning stood still, raised the corners of his mouth, and gave an unskilled smile, which was very shy.
"Thank you, grandpa."
"...Well." The old man stood up from the low stool and reached out to touch the top of her hair, "It's time to cook."
The sound of tongues of fire crackling in his ears, Zhao Ning stirred up the burning firewood to make the fire brighter.
Sitting on a low stool, her gaze was blocked by the chimney. She moved sideways with small movements and watched the unhurried movements on the other side.
She seemed to be trying to dig out bits and pieces of memories about the person in front of her from her memory of only twelve years, and even wondered if there might be a grandfather like this in the house under the crooked neck tree.
But apparently not.
She asked again, "Grandpa, have you known me before?"
The old man stopped, looked at Zhao Ning, and suddenly smiled, "Of course, yesterday, the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday."
But Zhao Ning shook his head, "I'm not talking about these days. I mean, before Zhao Ning's rebirth, did grandpa know me?"
"We know each other," he said.
Zhao Ning's eyes lit up, "What was Zhao Ning like at that time?"
The old man picked up a piece of meat from the pot, walked over slowly, and handed it to her mouth. Zhao Ning subconsciously turned her head away.
"Taste it."
Zhao Ning questioned, but seeing that the old man seemed to have the patience not to speak until she tasted it, she tentatively moved closer, carefully tested the temperature, bit down again, and after chewing two mouthfuls, she covered her mouth.
"Salty?"
Zhao Ning took two quick bites, swallowed it whole, and shook her head, "It's so sweet."
The old man turned his eyes and looked at the two identical small jars on the stove. He walked to the stove and changed the other small jar to another position.
"Are you confused?" Zhao Ning asked.
He said, "Old."
Twelve-year-old Zhao Ning had no idea about the word "old" in the old man's mouth. Maybe the old man in front of him looked old from the beginning.
He just suggested, "Then we'll get paper and paste to mark it later."
"Um."
Zhao Ning still looked at the old man, and the old man simply turned it into sweet and sour, and then said, "Zhao Ning at that time..."
He suddenly paused, unable to find an adjective for a moment. At this moment, his palm suddenly pressed on the edge of the pot. There was a sizzling sound, but his hand did not fly away, and he was already half-supporting the stove. Throw down.
"grandfather!"
Zhao Ning threw away the fire stick and rushed forward in a few steps. She supported his rickety figure with her thin body and tried to lift his hand that was pressing on the edge of the pot. At this time, the old man's other hand suddenly pressed on the back of her head, a silver light Fainting, Zhao Ning fell softly into his arms silently.
The old man held her in his arms like this, his body completely covered, and his eyes were stern and cold.
Suddenly a strong wind blew up high in the sky, thunderclouds gathered, and lightning flashed across the clouds like a dragon.
Just when the lightning dragon was about to strike down, a palace appeared in the thunder clouds, swallowing up all the lightning. The magnificent brilliance sprinkled down from the heavenly palace like an aurora, covering thousands of miles in radius, and all movement and movement was frozen.
A voice came from the heavenly palace.
"Why are you forcing me to Kyushu like this?"
"Have you, Kyushu, forgotten the price of ruining my plans and disrupting my major events?"
"The Demonic Wasteland of the West is an unforgettable life. But, Your Excellency, the Kyushu of today is far from the Kyushu of that day. You are too lawless to kill my people from Kyushu through the ruins of time!"
"Ah."
But they saw that the entire sky in Kyushu began to turmoil, the sky became layered, and the purple light was like thick smoke seeping out from the cracks in the sky.
But this is the Heavenly Palace that still stands in the center of heaven and earth, and its brilliance encompasses heaven and earth.
Seven rays of brilliance rushed into the sky from all over Kyushu, until another ray of silver light penetrated the heaven and earth, leading the nine heavenly roads, nothingness reflected the sky, and the dim light and thick smoke flowed backwards.
"Okay! Okay! You are really capable. Then let's see if you can still keep Kyushu during the time of ruins five hundred years from now!"
The thunderclouds disappeared, the wind suddenly stopped, and the sky became silent.
The projection of the Heavenly Palace fell to the ground.
The old man in the kitchen held Zhao Ning in his arms and walked out slowly.
The Heavenly Palace is projected in front of the small courtyard, and the gate is flush with the courtyard door.
Another old man appeared, standing two steps inside the gate of Tiangong.
The old man in the hospital stopped and his tone was very ordinary.
"Thank you, Lord Hongde."
Venerable Hongde sighed sadly, walked out of the Heavenly Palace, and said, "Their luck with Kunxu has been completely cut off, and they are furious. Now if they provoke him like this again, he will not let it go."
"This time I can find him in the mortal world across time and space. Next time, I might send someone to smuggle him in from the Immortal Fallen Realm."
The old man in the hospital supported Zhao Ning's back with his wrist and spread his left hand. It was covered with blood and flesh, but he seemed to feel no pain.
Venerable Hongde's worries seemed not to concern him.
He said as he walked, "They won't stand a chance."
Venerable Hongde paused, thought of something, and glanced at the shrunken man in his arms.
"Her control over the Fallen Immortal Realm is not as complete as you think."
"I didn't think so." Qin Keyuan stood still and turned to look at Venerable Hongde. "What I mean is that it is impossible for a dead person to sneak across Kyushu."
"You -" Venerable Hongde was stunned for a moment. He glanced at the other party and then at Zhao Ning, and shook his head firmly, "This is too risky. As he said, five hundred years will soon pass. We’re getting there and we don’t want to sacrifice any power.”
"Then do you think we can get through this period of time and ruin if we don't do anything?"
Venerable Hongde was speechless for a moment.
For a long time, he seemed to have compromised, looking at Zhao Ning and then at the other person.
"Can it be done?"
"Can."
"Then you become a god."
"Strong break."
Venerable Hongde paused, "I know I can't stop you. But, Ke Yuan, have you ever thought about how it feels to wake up after the child in your arms is born?"
Qin Keyuan lowered his eyes and looked at Zhao Ning. She had fallen asleep completely. When she opened her eyes again, her memory would go back another day, and he would introduce her to her again - her grandfather's surname was Qin, and he was the one who picked you up.
He turned to look at Venerable Hongde and said, "I'm sorry."
Venerable Hongde sighed, turned around and walked into the Heavenly Palace. The projection of the Heavenly Palace disappeared and the freeze-frame of the earth was restored.
A new day.
Zhao Ning sat on the two steps under the eaves, leaning sideways to bandage the burns on her strange grandfather's hands, "Okay, Grandpa Qin."
Qin Keyuan responded and moved his palms. The skin was completely ulcerated, and the necrotic parts of the flesh and blood were dug away. The pain from the wound affected the nerves throughout his body.
But his brows did not tremble at all, and he did not use magic to restore the wound.
He looked at Zhao Ning, who was sizing up secretly in front of him, "Grandpa's hand hurts, can you help him?"
Zhao Ning was hesitant between her task of collecting herbs and the old man, and quickly chose the latter. If the herbs were lost, she would die if she went back.
"good."
Qin Keyuan picked up the half-finished fish basket on the ground and gave it to her, indicating that he could help finish the weaving.
Zhao Ning moved her lips and said honestly, "I'm not very familiar with this. I can only make medicine baskets."
"It's almost the same." Qin Keyuan said, "Grandpa will teach you."
"Yeah." Zhao Ning moved to his side, and he was sitting on the low stool above the steps. One of his long legs stepped on the upper platform of the steps, and the other stretched out to touch the bottom of the steps.
Zhao Ning held up the bamboo sticks and tried to continue the basket. Qin Keyuan's old voice explained slowly, or pointed at the nodes and directions.
It was almost noon, and Zhao Ning could barely finish the fish basket, but she was excited in her heart.
It's just that this fish basket is not very successful. The thin neck of the basket is offset from the main mouth and is a bit crooked.
She tried to straighten it, but her strength was too weak and it didn't move even an inch.
Qin Keyuan chuckled. He stood up and stretched out his uninjured hand. "The fish won't mind. Let's go. Grandpa will take you to catch some fish."
Zhao Ning looked at the old hand, then looked up at the smile on the corner of his mouth, feeling relieved.
She laughed, stretched out her hand to touch, and was immediately held, with a strange warmth.
As the days passed, the bookshelf in the hut was replaced by volumes of sealed medicine books. If you take off a volume at will, you can see the small characters printed on the back.
As spring passed and autumn came, a lot of things were added to the small yard. A swing was set up under the mangrove tree at some point. A low fence was set up in the corner of the yard. Several little rabbits huddled together and took a nap. Bamboo strips were piled under the eaves. and many woven into objects.
The door of the room at the east end of the house slowly opened, and an old man walked out slowly. His stature became even more stooped, and he didn't show any trembling because he walked slowly.
"Xiao Zhaoning?" Qin Keyuan shouted, but no one answered him. He counted on his fingers and found that six or seven years had passed and today seemed to be the time.
He walked to the room in the opposite corner and knocked lightly again. There was still no response, and then he pushed the door open.
There was no one in the room. He walked to the bed. There was a roll of paper unfolded on the bed, which was full of handwriting. But the handwriting became more and more immature toward the back, like notes for a beginner. Many words could not be written out. He used ink. Point instead.
He solemnly rolled up the paper, turned around, walked to the bookshelf at the other end of the room, and added the roll to it.
When he put it on, he moved his ears and heard a small sound, but the sound soon disappeared.
