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Less than half a day after Tong Sheng left with Xiao Chen, a black shadow rushed forward in the dark reflection on the ground, coming straight here, turning into a thousand copies and searching carefully within a radius of thousands of miles.

"The aura of the Purple Gold Evil Knife here is the strongest, but it has dissipated at this moment, out of my sensing range, it seems that Xiao Chen really still has the strength to fight again. ”

"Fortunately, I chose to retreat before, otherwise I am afraid that I would have fallen into his hands now. ”

"The assassination failed, my own body was severely wounded, and the purple gold sword was taken away by the human race Xiao Chen, I must return to the clan as soon as possible and report this matter to the sect master. ”

The indifferent voice came from the monk's mouth, it was not cold, but it was indifferent and there was no warmth, and it sounded even more terrifying.

As soon as the man spoke, the figure suddenly dissolved, turned into a black shadow again, melted into the ground, and left in an instant in a strange way, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

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The sky was blue and cloudless, and under the shade of the trees was a young man, slightly dark, who was falling into a deep sleep. But at this moment, there was a muffled thunder in the sky, and then a violent wind suddenly rose, blowing the grass bending and the leaves rattling.

The young man seemed to have been disturbed by his sweet dream, and at this moment he frowned in dissatisfaction and slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the familiar scenery around him, the young man touched his head, and suddenly laughed, just now he had a dream, this dream is very long, in the dream he has a new name called Xiao Chen, from a small monk step by step, and finally became the strongest person in the cultivation realm, and is about to fly to a place called the spirit realm. He was dreaming that he used a magic weapon called Xiaodian to shake the Quartet Dading controlled by the spirit of the ancient sealing town, and then was sucked into the spatial crack, and the dream suddenly woke up.

It's just that this dream is too real, so real that Dazhu thinks it's the real thing, which makes him look a little trance-like.

"Dazhu, what are you still doing there, it's going to rain. A hurried voice came from afar, and he raised his head and looked at the old farmer walking on the ridge in the distance, with a smile on his face.

"Uncle Tuniu, I know, your plough is too heavy, I'll help you carry it. ”

Uncle Tuniu nodded and didn't refuse, otherwise, looking at the sky, I'm afraid that the rain will come down before he returns to the village. The two of them took up the plough one after the other, and hurried straight to the village not far away. The weather in March and April was a little capricious, and the two of them were not slow, but before they entered the village, it was already pouring rain in the sky, which drenched the two of them thoroughly, and the cold wind blew, but it was a little cold.

Uncle Tuniu's family lives not far away, put down the plow, Aunt Tuniu hurriedly welcomed the two to the main house, and complained to Uncle Tuniu again and again, he was drenched and frozen, how could he let Xiaozhu suffer with him, this is the only person in our village who has the opportunity to be admitted to the famous and become a big official.

Uncle Tuniu smiled bitterly, Dazhu smiled honestly, ignored Aunt Tuniu's warm greeting, took a paper umbrella and rushed home.

Mother had been waiting anxiously at the gate, although she had an umbrella, but the rain still wet the hem of her skirt, stained with mud flowers, and when she saw the big pillar, her face was full of sorrow and disappeared in an instant, revealing a gentle smile.

"Hurry up and get in, the rain is so heavy that your clothes are wet, hurry up and change your clothes, don't catch a cold." ”

Dazhu was slightly stunned, his mother had always been like this in his memory, but for some reason, looking at her today, he suddenly had a sour feeling in his heart that he wanted to cry, and pretended to wipe the rain at the moment, and said: "I know Mother, you can go into the house quickly, the rain outside is not good for your health." ”

The mother was stunned, and then there was endless warmth in her heart, she smiled and nodded, and the mother and son entered the door, and the father was sitting upright in the hall, although his face was full of seriousness, but he could still see the worry between his eyebrows.

"Where did you go to play, why don't you look at the sky, what kind of body you look like this, why don't you go and change your clothes and eat!"

My father is a rigid person, and his life's fame stops at showing off his talents, and he fails to shine on the lintel, which is a regret in his life, and he has very high requirements for Dazhu, hoping that he can one day gain fame and complete his wish that he failed to achieve.

But the boy is naughty and naturally dissatisfied with his father's strict requirements, so the relationship between father and son is quite estranged.

However, when Dazhu heard this, he was not reluctant at all, but felt even more sour in his heart, and said yes respectfully, and turned directly into the door, but his father was slightly stunned and a little overwhelmed.

The wife immediately informed her son of what Fang Cai said outside the door, and the eyes of the couple showed relief and joy at the same time, and the ancestors blessed it, and Zhu'er was finally sensible.

From that stormy night, Dazhu did become extremely sensible, he began to study hard, his temperament became gentle and polite, his father nodded with satisfaction in his eyes, his mother smiled with joy in his heart, and the family relationship was extremely harmonious.

Dazhu didn't know why, as if he had suddenly opened his mind, and felt that he owed a lot to his parents, although this guilt made him extremely puzzled, and after thinking about it, there was no result, so he didn't think about it anymore. As long as his parents are happy, he will do it.

Time quickly passed 3 years, Dazhu was 15 years old, this year the child test, won the first place, won the fame of Xiucai, is the night parents burned incense to worship the ancestors, and informed the ancestors of this matter. My father sat in the hall and couldn't sleep all night.

In the autumn of the second year, at the beginning of the autumn season in Xuancheng, my father changed into a treasured Confucian shirt, my mother cleaned up her makeup and made a table of good dishes, and the family ate in silence.

Then, with the big pillar and the eager eyes of the whole village, the father went to Xuancheng.

Before entering the examination room, my father seemed a little cramped and uneasy, but he kept comforting Dazhu, "Don't worry, don't be stressed, you are still young, and your father's friend back then was also a third-year talent, so take the exam well." ”

Dazhu didn't speak, nodded, turned around before entering the examination room, looked at his father in the autumn breeze, and the sour meaning in his heart came to his heart again, making him secretly decide that he must take the exam well and never let his father down.

Dazhu is very confident in the selection of people in the examination, and it seems that from a stormy day, the Confucian books that seemed extremely obscure and uninteresting to him before have become extremely simple and simple, and at a glance, he can remember them all in his heart, and even have his own opinions. But Dazhu didn't tell his parents about this matter, he vaguely felt that maybe this matter was related to the long, long dream of cultivating immortals he had, but this matter was too absurd, and I am afraid that his parents would not be able to believe it when he said it.

It didn't take too long for the state city to lift people, and half a day later, Dazhu left the examination room, and his father was still standing there, watching him come out, the corners of his mouth moved, and he still didn't speak, turned around and took him away.

In the inn in the evening, the father was rarely willing to ask for a good table of wine and food, and the father and son ate in silence, and when they were halfway through, the father finally spoke, "Dazhu, how about the morning exam?" Although he deliberately wanted to stay calm, his slightly trembling fingers still marked the nervousness in his father's heart at the moment.

Dazhu looked up, took a piece of meat and put it in his father's bowl, still didn't speak, just nodded vigorously.

The father's heart was slightly relieved and he didn't ask any more.

On the second day, Dazhu had never seen his father so excited, and his father cried when he looked at the name that was ranked first and was deliberately erased into gold.

Dazhu supported him, feeling the relief and joy in his father's eyes, and a little smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The chief examiner of the state city specially summoned Dazhu, and his father walked around the door very uneasily, for fear that he would not be able to speak and anger the adults. But an hour later, when the adults left, their faces were full of admiration and joy, and they bowed their hands to their father, saying, "Good students are ready, recommended by the state government, and let Dazhu go to the capital, and then take the test." ”

The examiner left, Dazhu went out and stood respectfully under the head, but his father cried again, and his excited voice was choked, but the look in his eyes Dazhu remembered it very clearly, and he never forgot it for the rest of his life.

The village soon learned that Dazhu was the first to be the first person and was about to go to the capital next year to participate in the examination, and the whole village was completely lively.

The mother stood among a group of mothers and aunts, listening to their envious words, the wrinkles between her eyebrows were much thinner, and her smile was so beautiful.

In the spring of the following year, Dazhu left the village in a carriage under the guidance of the state capital, and he was going to travel for 4 months to go to the capital with other students, but this time his father did not follow, but he and his mother sent them to the entrance of the village, until the carriage was completely gone, and then he returned home.

Dazhu was watching his parents until he was watching, but he didn't look back, but silently said in his heart: Father, mother, and children will not let you down.

One day, 4 months later, my father was doing carpentry work in the yard and my mother was feeding the old hens of the family. The husband and wife had already discussed, and this time, whether they were in the pillar or not, they would kill these hens and make up for him.

But on this day, there was a sudden sound of gongs and drums, accompanied by the laughter of children.

The father frowned slightly, not knowing what was going on, he pushed open the door, but saw that the sound of gongs and drums stopped outside the courtyard, and more than a dozen messengers carried drums and beat big gongs, all with big red flowers on their bodies, so festive.

The father who watched opened the door, and immediately a leader of the messenger stepped forward to salute respectfully, and when he asked for his identity, his expression was even more awe-inspiring, and he said loudly: "Congratulations to the Xian couple, my Xuancheng student Xu Chu, won the first place in the Beijing will exam, and I will come to pass the message first." ”

"Master Hui Yuan is now in the capital, waiting for the Moon Hou Temple exam, and when he arrives on the nomination day of the gold list, he will return home!"

The father was sluggish, and it took a long time for him to come back to his senses, and his face was agitated. On this day, my father gave a lot of money, and my mother was busy greeting the guests, and it was not until late at night that the house was quiet.

The father knelt in front of the portrait of his ancestor and kept whispering, and the mother stood aside, secretly wiping away tears, not sorrow, but joy.

After that, the drums were beating in January, and the county government and the state government came to the door at the same time, and they intersected with their father on an equal footing, and their words were affectionate, which brought extremely generous gifts. Just because the son of this family tried to win the dragon face and the great joy, hand-picked the champion, and the prime minister favored him, he wanted to recruit him as a son-in-law. With such a promising and limitless upstart in the imperial court, they naturally want to stammer.

There was a champion in the village, and the third uncle proposed that each family take out some money, and invited a lively and lively drama, which was sung for a month, which attracted the envy of the surrounding villages.

In April, when Dazhu returned to his hometown, when he got off the horse and knelt on the ground in a champion brocade robe, his father and mother cried at the same time.

Dazhu entered Beijing as an official, married the daughter of the prime minister, and brought his parents into Beijing to enjoy his old age. In the following decades, Dazhu rose steadily, and finally took over the position of his father-in-law and became the ruler of the dynasty, under one person and above ten thousand.

That winter, my father was gone, and he was very peaceful when he left, holding Dazhu's hand, and his eyes were full of relief.

Two months later, my mother was gone.

In the end, the parents were buried together in the scenery, and the emperor came to pay homage, and the emperor was able to do so, presumably they could look down underground.

After another 20 years, Dazhu was 68 years old, resigned and returned to his hometown, returned to his hometown with his wife and children, and enjoyed the rest of his life in peace.

Six years later, on a stormy night, Dazhu was critically ill, and when he was dying, listening to the cry of his wife and children in his ears, his mind suddenly appeared a brief blur, as if all this was extremely unreal. He remembered the dream of his youth, and vaguely seemed to see a green-robed monk with a calm face and a complicated gaze looking at him.

If I am not mistaken, this person is himself.

The next moment, Dazhu's mind fell into eternal darkness.