Time flies.

Ten years have passed in a blink of an eye.

It seems that the vision of purple qi coming from the east for 30,000 miles did not have any impact on this place.

The people of Huolin Village are still repeating their lives yesterday as usual.

In ten years, there has been almost no change.

Jay Chou’s son is also ten years old.

Jay Chou's son is pink and jade-like, with clear eyebrows, red lips and teeth, and his eyes are like stars.

Named Zhou Can.

The only regret is that Zhou Can has never spoken for ten years since his birth. He has always had a faint smile on his face, eating and drinking, but he does not play or speak. He lets Jay Chou use all his skills, but Zhou Can's expression still has not changed at all.

The eternal expression is always a faint smile.

Gradually, the matters about Zhou Can were also known to the people of Huolin Village.

"Poor, Dr. Zhou is such a good person, why is he a fool if he gives birth to a son?"

"On the day his son was born, there was a red light covering the ground, purple air filled the sky, and there was even more thunder. Could it be that he scared away the three souls and seven spirits, right?"

"I am now ten years old and haven't learned to speak yet. I am naturally mentally retarded. Dr. Zhou has no choice but to do anything."

Many elderly people chatting in the Zhou family shop couldn't help but shook their heads and sigh when they mentioned this.

Jay Chou is generous and kind in Huolin, and is very loved by others. He has now given him a son and has been unable to speak for ten years, which makes people sigh.

It should be noted that ordinary children can speak at one year old. At the age of ten, they have already begun to share their parents' worries and can do some work within their ability. When boys are in their teens, they will marry their wives and pass on their family line.

As for some families with some money, they sent their children to private schools to study, hoping to change their destiny through reading, and embark on the road of prosperity and glory.

Zhu Zigui in the court was all scholars.

Studying is the only way for poor families to change their destiny.

There are many villages near Huolinji, Niujia Village, Poliu Village, Weimalou, Hu Hai, etc. The rich families in these villages jointly contributed money to establish a private school called Chaoyang Private School.

Chaoyang Private School invited a down-and-out scholar to be the enlightenment teacher for the children.

Children from many nearby villages also study and learn calligraphy in this Chaoyang private school, hoping to make a name for themselves through reading.

Today, Jay Chou also wants to send his child Zhou Can to a private school in Chaoyang. In his opinion, by studying and getting along with other children, his son may be able to be enlightened.

"Can'er, I'm going to send you to Chaoyang Private School today. After you go, remember to listen to your husband and not be naughty."

Jay Chou looked at his son with a calm smile, but just smiled bitterly, and did not continue to say anything.

He swayed his clothes and sat on the chair in the main hall. His face was a little old, but he still exuded an elegant atmosphere, like a gentleman. He sat there with his back straight.

A child stood opposite him, wearing coarse cloth clothes, delicate and fair skin, red lips and teeth, his eyes were like stars, and his eyes were shiny, like a golden boy from the sky descending to earth.

But there was no trace of expression in his eyes. He stood there with a faint smile on his face.

"Master, is Can'er suitable for studying in a private school? If you go there, what if the naughty boy inside bullies him? The master reads poetry and books well and has been a juren. He has a profound knowledge and has a book in his heart. Every word can shine and exude literary spirit. It is better to teach Can'er to study at home."

Next to Jay Chou, a beautiful lady sat with a kind face. She looked at Zhou Can standing there with spoiled eyes. She started to step forward, led Zhou Can to her side, tidied up Zhou Can's clothes with her hands, and gently smoothed the wrinkles on her clothes with her hands.

Jay Chou said, "Madam, Can'er is now ten years old, and still can't speak. He is also confused and has nothing to gain. So I want to send him to Chaoyang Private School, and spend time with those children day and night, and influence each other, maybe he can get to know and follow me. If this is the case, wouldn't it be a bad thing for Can'er to be the rest of his life?"

"Madam, don't worry, I will prepare generous gifts to meet Zhou Xiucai from Chaoyang Private School. I will ask him to take care of him at that time, and there will be no problem."

There were tears flashing in Mrs. Zhou's eyes, "My miserable child, what did we do wrong? Why was his soul sealed in the ancestral orifice when he was born, and he could not unite the spirit and body. We tried every means to make his soul and body unite. Will it work when he went to Chaoyang Private School?"

Jay Chou shook his head and sighed, "I used to use literary energy to pass through Can'er's meridians, but I found that there was a purple air in Can'er's ancestral orifice, and I could not penetrate the purple air and red light without my literary energy. Moreover, I dare not use too much force to avoid hurting Can'er's soul."

"On the day Can'er was born, the purple air came from the east for 30,000 miles, and it was endless. There was also a thunderbolt in the sky, which shocked the world. It was a sign of the saint's arrival in the world and had attracted the attention of many practitioners."

"If I say it right, Can'er should be the body of a saint. At this time, his soul is trapped in the ancestral orifice, which should be a fixed number in the dark, so that Can'er will not be noticed."

"I believe that since Can'er is a saint, she will definitely not be confused all the time. There will be a day when she can get enlightened. Don't worry, Madam."

Jay Chou has been holding this in his hands for ten years and has never dared to tell his wife that his son was the reincarnation of a saint. After all, such a thing is too shocking and even leads countless disasters to his son.

Mrs. Zhou changed her color after hearing this, "What? Are you saying that my son is a saint coming to the world? How is it possible? Since my son was born, he has not opened any secrets and has no secrets. How can he be a saint? The saint passes through the heaven and earth, educates sentient beings, and supports the world. There are many disasters and difficulties, how can he be my son?"

Jay Chou said, "A saint must develop great achievements and keep the names and names of my Zhou family in history and pass them on to the future generations. It is a great honor. It should be because my Zhou family has done good deeds and accumulated merits and virtues throughout the years that such a saint will be reincarnated into my family. Remember not to mention such things to outsiders."

"My son's purple qi protects his body and will inevitably turn bad luck into good fortune. Moreover, in life, no one can guarantee a smooth life. The words of the ministers and ministers are all lies. Don't say much. I will take him to Chaoyang Private School to meet Zhou Xiucai. You are at home, waiting for my good news."

Zhou Can walked out of the house with a faint smile.

At this time, in Zhou Can's ancestral orifice, there is a palace. This palace is majestic and magnificent, not only wide, but also gorgeous. It can be said to be carved beams and painted roads, colorful.

Around the palace, red light shrouded, purple qi turned into a true dragon and phoenix hovered over the palace.

In the palace, there was a soul lying quietly there, his eyes closed but still not awake.

He fell asleep quietly and knew nothing about the outside world.

Straws of purple aura from the palace continued to seep into his soul.

Suddenly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

In the entire hall, purple air suddenly surged, as if a strong wind was coming from the river, and then a turbulent wave was stirred up.
Chapter completed!