chaos.

I think I was trapped in a chaos, with white mist in front of me, and many figures came and went, appearing like ghosts.

However, the feeling of my body was not chaotic. There was a kind of burning pain and a bone-breaking cold pain. The two kinds of pain were like two snakes covered with scales, slowly swimming in my body. Wherever I passed, the thick and hard scales pierced my tender lungs and dripped blood.

It was very hot and cold, and my chest seemed to have a big stone blocked, and there were sharp thorns on the stone, which kept piercing into the bones. I felt like I heard the squeaking sound of the bones being crushed. Under such great force, my internal organs were about to be crushed.

The pain and suffocation made me want to scream, shout, open my mouth and bite everyone I saw first.

However, I couldn't move at all. The subtle consciousness was slowly floating, and I could clearly feel the characters and conversations beside me, but I couldn't participate.

This feeling of looking at life through the mirror makes me feel very diametrical. Am I dead?

So, can I go with my mother?

I became happy, but those ghost shadows swayed in front of my eyes again.

As promised, there was a tall figure with a long and handsome face, and he vaguely approached me: "Huaisu, Huaisu..."

Who are you? Why are you calling you so intimate? I don’t recognize you.

The man's shadow still swayed around annoyingly: "Huaisu, Dad is here to see you, wake up, wake up..."

I laughed in my heart, Dad? Joke, I have never appeared in the past ten years. Now that I have no mother, he doesn't know where he came out, and it's really wishful thinking.

It hurts so much, who will drive away this bastard who disturbed me?

Another thin black shadow swayed in my slanted chaotic vision: "Your Highness, you have not had a rest for two nights, or..."

The tall man snorted coldly, and the man stopped talking immediately.

Your Highness? Which Highness? Why are you here? Go back to your palace as soon as possible and let me sleep well. Maybe I can see my mother. I just saw her. She was wearing white clothes, floating in the wind, and her cold and clear eyes were looking at me tightly, holding a white lotus at her fingertips, but her face was more beautiful than a lotus.

I saw colorful lights lingering around her, auspicious clouds were misty, and the fairy sounds were flying cranes. In the five-colored clouds, my mother smiled at me: "Idiot, these decades of worldly dust are all over the world. Don't be attached to appearances, just follow the circumstances."

I don't understand. But I feel a little joy from the bottom of my heart. Has my mother become an immortal? It's so good...

...I said I won't cry...I don't want to...

"She cried..."

"Are you going to wake up?"

"It is unlikely that the lady was pregnant with a lady when she was poisoned, so there was a little bit of poison in her body, which suppressed her for many years and did not occur. In the end, she was hit by an emergency and hurt. If this kind of poison is not released, it will be like a prairie fire. It will be impossible to remove it in just a few days..."

Oh, did I also get poisoned like my mother? Is this the same feeling before my mother passed away? It must be a hundred times more painful than me... Mom, I finally understand why you never forget to ask me to live for myself.

But, can I still survive?

A deep feeling of fatigue surrounded me, a violent force of pain grabbed me, and I was dragged into the abyss of darkness again without resistance.

When I woke up again I found myself in an empty field.

It was a strange grassland. I looked around with difficulty. There was a stream of water in front of me. The waves on the moonlit night were shining. The wind carried the green and moist water vapor, passing through the sprinkling flowers and trees, trembling slightly. The grass velvet under me was fine, with a Persian carpet that was as fine as the above.

There was a bitter and slightly fragrant smell in my mouth, as if someone had eaten something for me just now. The pain like a knife cut between my chest and abdomen had been relieved. The heavy pressure that suffocated me from my chest was relieved. I breathed hard, and the cool air poured into my lungs, which was a little painful, but more of a clear and comfortable feeling.

But I still can't speak.

I breathed so hard that I didn't know where it was touched. I coughed violently and silently, and the pain immediately surged. The pain made my eyes look like Venus, and I wanted to die immediately.

A pair of hands reached out and patted me accurately behind me, and the cough stopped magically.

I turned around to see my savior. The man was sleeping lazily on a branch of a tree beside me. He was about to fall to the ground but never fell. I looked at his big hat and black tights and suddenly realized that he was the one who gave medicine that night, called my mother and said to her: "Tomorrow is the mountains, and the world is in a vast world." My mother called him close to evil.

Tomorrow is separated by mountains and the world is in a vast world. "The sad and sad tune comes true.

My tears suddenly rose up again, but I blinked my eyes hard and blinked back desperately.

Then I smiled at him and said in an accent: "Thank you."

He looked at me, and the hat blocked his sight, but I felt his surprise. He must have thought I would cry, be numb, be dazed, and...

I just didn't expect that I would laugh.

But then he withdrew his gaze, lay back lazily, and looked like he continued to sleep and no longer cared about me.

I also closed my eyes and prepared to talk to my mother who might have become an immortal under the starry sky of good night.

With a shout, a not-so-violent wind sounded over, and then a warm and soft black cloak covered my whole body.

I closed my eyes, my mother, I came to pick me up, everything was normal.

In the next few days, Jin Xie kept carrying me on his back. Sometimes he was mountain roads and sometimes water roads. When he passed by the town, he rented a car for me to lie down and slept on the roof of the car by himself.

At noon every day, he used his skills to remove poison for me and fed a vermilion pill at the same time. The bitter and fragrant fragrance I felt when I woke up that day was this thing.

I gradually could speak some simple words and tried to talk to him, but I found that he was simpler than I said.

During the first conversation, I signaled that he should meet honestly and take off his hat and show it to me.

He hesitated for a while and slowly took off his hat.

I was stunned.

Jinxie should be very young, even extremely handsome, with clear eyebrows and thin lips as thin as lines. Such a lazy person has clear and hard facial features, and the corners of his eyes are even more vaguely filled with evil spirits.

The reason why he should be young is that his hair is almost white.

I looked at his young, jade-like cold face, and then at his silver hair that only had a few black silk, I suddenly felt a little sad.

Jinxie didn't like my eyes very much, so he put his hat back coldly and said coldly: "It's not that white."

Oh?

What is not that white? The face is not that white? The clothes are not that white? The sky is not that white?

This sentence made me think for a long time. Until one day later, when I saw Jin Xie take off his hat again and was surprised to find that he didn't even have a small amount of black hair. I realized that what he said was: "The hair was not that white."

I was so sad that I was so sad that I was speechless.

The second time I talked to him, I asked where we were going.

He answered lazily: "Village."

I guess if I could ask what kind of villa this is, where, who belongs to, and why I wanted to go, I was afraid that it would take at least a year later.

The third time I asked him where Aunt Yang and the others were.

He said: "Follow."

This time I got it, he took me back to the villa first, and Aunt Yang and the others followed me. I burst into tears and was extremely happy for the important information I had spent 3 days successfully pieced together.

Ten days later, one night, I was sleeping and was taken to the villa by Jinxie.

Everyone in this villa seemed to be somewhat similar to Jinxie. They seemed to be slow and lazy, but they were actually very motivated. Almost as soon as I arrived at the villa, I was photographed. Then, the fair-skinned old man with thin eyebrows and long eyes directed everyone and threw me into the bathtub that had been prepared.

The bath barrel was filled with the smell of herbs, which made me drowsy, so I really fell asleep. Halfway through my sleep, I felt the heat rise from my lungs, roaring and rolling in my body, echoing with the misty medicinal gas of the bath, and it was so uncomfortable to blend inside and outside.

There was a mirror facing the bathtub. I saw that my face, which had been like a ghost in recent days, turned a little red.

The old man came to see me the next day and was a little surprised. He carefully took my pulse for me, and then he was furious.

He scolded him for half an hour.

After listening for a long time, I didn't find anyone he was scolding. The general idea was that the dead girl was too protective of her. She knew that the poison had penetrated into the heart and could not be used to remove the medicine, so she should keep it for me. She actually gave it all to this little girl. She had gained her skills for decades, which made me not enough. Is my medicine just eaten as sugar beans? It's a pity.

Although it was a scolding, he felt more distressed than blamed by his tone.

That night, when I took a bath, I felt the increasingly powerful force again, rising in every part of my body. I heard the sound of bones squeaking and growing. In the tranquility of midnight, I remembered the woman who often gave me tonics and lied to me that it was a new flavor of sugar beans. Tears finally fell quietly, dissolved in the hot water containing the fragrance of medicine.

My poisonous injury finally healed, and the old man began to reluctantly teach me martial arts in a cult. He said that I would waste it if I took so many medicines and didn't practice martial arts. When he said that, he sighed and grinded his teeth.

I scoffed at this. He doesn't want to teach me but I don't want to learn it. What's the best thing about learning martial arts? Smart people should conquer the world with wisdom and fight and kill with force. They are not considered real heroes.

When I have time, I like to wander around the villa. The villa is a good place with sparse buildings and lush flowers and trees all year round. Although I am located in a remote place, the red apricot and poplar are colorful and refreshing, and each is good at playing the scene. The house is not gorgeous and exquisite, but it has its own solemnity, which makes people forget the customs.

I soon became familiar with every grass and tree in the villa. I often stared at the big bluestone platform in the courtyard, and when I picked pine nuts under the old pine tree behind the house, and washed various wild fruits by clear streams and springs, I would think of my mother. Has she ever been so dazed, picked pine nuts and washed wild fruits?

After thinking about it this way, you will think for a long time. Until the white clouds pass by slowly in the sky, find a place to apply makeup and then come back to serve as colorful clouds, and replace the sunset with the sunset, then the cold master will be pulled back to the house with his ears.

I was in pain. Jinxie was really not a good teacher. He would beat the lady's butt mercilessly when I was lazy and refused to provide Jinchuang medicine.

I had to sneak into the old man's study in the middle of the night to steal medicine. I found that there were any delicious new flavors of sugar beans or martial arts secrets that I liked more, so I took it easy.

The old man naturally knew, but he turned a blind eye.

Because he is my grandfather.

However, when I first came, the old man sternly warned me that he should not call him grandfather in front of others. As for the reason, he said that he would naturally know when I grew up.

So I grew up in the Juwu Villa deep in Ziwu Ridge on the border of Ganzhou and Shaanxi, accompanying my grandfather, approaching evil with his escort disciples, abandoning good, promoting evil, famous and unnamed followers, and Aunt Yang Liuxia Hanbi.

Liuxia is not dead. When I saw her, I thought I had seen a ghost, and then asked her mother in ecstasy if she was doing well recently.

As a result, she told me with tears in her eyes that she was not dead. She just saw her wife struggling too tragically that day. She was in panic and hit the wall in the yard and fainted.

As for why Liuxia, who was unconscious, entered my dream like that, and made me rush to see my mother for the last time, there was no answer to answer.

I can only say that in the dark, the will of heaven is always looking down, seeing what we are doing, and act when necessary, and fiddle with someone's horoscope.

Although I lacked the most important person, I still grew up irresistibly and gradually learned to be happy, smiling, treacherous, teasing, and many things my grandfather was good at.

In the villa, people often gather together insidiously and sigh, accusing someone of shamelessness, cunningness, despicability, and viciousness.

Then, when someone smiles, they quickly scatter.

When I could finally lie on the top of the tallest tree in the villa like a close friend, greeting the sunset and the sunset, I thought that the happiest and worst memories in my life were finally crushed by me successfully, and then I gave the most perfect smile in the world, smiling lightly and extremely pure.

And those painful, hated, and unforgettable past will have no choice but to follow me.
Chapter completed!