The light is bright, like a halo dazzling, and the copper lamp is simple, holding a lamp flower, it is like holding the whole world.

From the tiny to the small lanterns that may be annihilated by breathing at any time, to the generous brilliance, the light that illuminates the entire bright lampstand, the middle-aged scholar was stunned on the side.

A copper lamp without a wick, a warm lamp, as if carrying all the light and hope, the two are one, obviously just firelight, but it seems to condense all the brilliance in one, people can't bear to take their eyes off.

- Ember Lamp!

This ancient lamp is none other than the ember lamp that Zhang Fan obtained in the underground immortal cultivation realm.

The Ember Heart Lamp is a top-notch spiritual treasure, but if it lacks a wick, it lacks the power to attack the enemy, and it has not been very valued by Zhang Fan, but it is just a tool used to cultivate the fire devouring **.

In addition, for so many years, there has been no news of the wick of the ember heart lamp, and Zhang Fan has to forget about it.

But just now, just when the scholar hung up the lamp and said the original meaning of light and hope, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and he finally captured a little enlightenment.

Dreaming of grandma with porridge and dreams, and scholars exchanging soup for stories, they all draw the extraordinary from the ordinary of all beings, one immortal and one ordinary, but they are different paths to the same end.

What Zhang Fan wants to do now is the same.

What he wants to take is the lights of ten thousand homes!

Since the first human beings, whether they have taken lightning to strike wood fire, or drilled wood to make fire, or set fire to volcanoes, no matter what, they will eventually turn into bonfires that will continue day and night, dispel darkness, drive away beasts, bring warmth, and let people sleep peacefully in the hope of Mingyu.

The lights of ten thousand homes are the continuation of this, which is the sustenance imprinted in the instinct of all beings, and in this fire, it carries infinite hope and light.

"A mountain is separated, there is a difference in sound, a water looks at each other, and there is a difference in customs. Even if you sleep together, you will have different dreams in the same bed!"

"I want to travel all over the world, collect the lights of thousands of homes, and gather this hope and the flame of light into a wick. ”

"When the wick is completed, the ember lamp is no longer the ember lamp, it can be called 'Wanjia Lamp', and at that time, it is also my Yuan Ying Dachengji!"

Reaching out to stroke the burning heart lamp in his hand, Zhang Fan's heart seemed to have another person, repeating it endlessly, first muttering to himself, then deafening, and finally, turning into thunder, shaking the qi, blood and spiritual power around his body.

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the desire and urge to travel all over the world at once and collect the lights of thousands of homes, he turned to look at the scholar not far in front of him.

I saw that the middle-aged scholar stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to caress the ember heart lamp, to see if this lamp, which can burn stably without a wick, and even the wind can't make it sway, is real or illusory, and after struggling for a long time, he still doesn't dare.

His face was full of awe and ecstasy, and now he didn't know that this seemingly ordinary young man was the immortal master he couldn't find.

"Scholar, tell me a story!"

Looking back at the lights of thousands of homes, Zhang Fan smiled slightly and said such a sentence.

......

After a long time, the sky was already bright, and the scholars were still writing the lampstand.

He did not know the cold and dew of the night, he did not hear the sound of camel bells, he did not see him when the day was breaking, and even many people passed in front of him, and they could not share the slightest thought of him.

"The story of the true immortal family is also enough!"

I don't know how long it took, the scholar abandoned his pen and laughed three times, the kind of satisfaction and relief, just the sound of joy that has never been seen since then, you can know a thing or two.

What he didn't know was that what Zhang Fan left behind was not only a story of the immortal family, but also a clear qi residing in his body, which could protect his vitality, protect him from external evils, and enjoy his life, which was Zhang Fan's reward for him.

When the scholar carefully sorted out the books, Zhang Fan was already thousands of miles away, knocking on the doors one by one......

......

Forty-nine cold winter, frozen thousands of miles.

In the past, the lake was condensed with a thick layer of ice under the bone-chilling cold, covered with frost and snow, and the horses could be walked.

At this time, it was already night, the cold wind was cold, a little firelight, in the whistling cold wind, the sky was full of snow, faintly, but steadily emitting light.

When I looked closer, it was a young man, wielding a chisel, desperately chiseling in the ice, as if he wanted to dig a hole in the ice.

It was obviously cold and windy, but the young man was sweating like rain, soaking his clothes, trembling his arms, and still non-stop.

Beside him, an ice lamp, dimly bright, was the lamp that would not be extinguished in the night.

Use a bucket to freeze ice, dig holes, and put in a lamp, which is an ice lamp, the best lighting tool in this ice and snow.

For a long time, in the middle of the moon, the young man suddenly weakened, lay on the ice, and the chisel slipped aside, but in a moment, he was covered with ice and snow.

The boy was obviously exhausted, squirming, lying on his stomach at the ice he had been digging for a long time, as if he wanted to use his body temperature to melt this piece of cold.

"Papapa~"

Just when the young man's consciousness was gradually blurred, a strange sound came into his ears, and he barely opened his eyes to look, but it was a pair of bare feet, stepping on ice and snow, and stopped in front of him.

"How can you go barefoot on such a cold day?"

The young man's consciousness was about to lose consciousness, but he did not notice that on the feet in front of him, there was no dirt, no chilblains, not even the slightest cold blue, as if he was not walking on the ice and snow, but stepping on the fragrance of grass in the spring light.

"Young man, why are you doing this?"

A gentle voice came into his ears, and the boy used all his strength to barely support himself and glanced up.

It was a man in Tsing Yi with loose hair, and in this weather, in the heavy snow that could bury a person in this moment, this person was refreshed, and there was no snowflake on his body.

"Fish, my mother wants to eat fish, she won't be able to do it......"

For some reason, as if there was magic in that voice, this stubborn young man actually spoke his mind without hesitation.

"Lying on the ice and begging for carp!"

A sigh, extremely faint, almost inaudible.

Just when the young man fell down again, Tsing Yi Ke flipped over his hand, a copper lamp in his hand, and said softly: "Young man, please borrow a little lamp?"

"Borrow fire?"

The boy turned his head and saw that the ice lamp was still shining steadily, trying its best to dispel the darkness, which was the only hope and warmth in the darkness of the night, in the cold of the ice.

"Good!"

Mustering up his strength, he answered, and the young man only felt that the strength around him seemed to pass with this sound, and he was about to sink into the bottom of the ice.

Suddenly, all the strength poured back to his body like a tide, warm as the sun's unsparing light, "bang", the young man jumped up from the ground at once, stroked up and down in surprise, and had a flash of inspiration in his heart, looked up at the Tsing Yi guest, and saw the lamp in his hand, swallowing a little lantern into it.

Bright, warm, hopeful, the light seemed to be able to dispel all the gloom, the young man only felt that his whole body had inexhaustible strength, and subconsciously looked around on the ground.

"What are you looking for, young man?"

"I'm looking for my chisel. ”

The young man replied nonchalantly, and immediately his face showed a look of disappointment, and his feet were covered with ice and snow, covered with calf height, not to mention a chisel, even a living person, and it had long been buried, and it was impossible to find it.

"Why do you need a chisel, isn't that ice melted by your body heat?"

Tsing Yi smiled and stretched out his hand to point down.

"Ahh

The boy didn't believe it, but when he looked at his fingers, he saw that he was lying on his stomach a moment ago, and the unshakable ice like bluestone had melted, revealing the cold lake, rippling and fainting, reflecting the lights.

"Plop"

A carp jokingly jumped out and smashed on the ice, panicking and trying to struggle back into the water, but was held tightly by the palms of both hands.

"Great, my mother has fish to eat. ”

The young man held the carp and cheered, looked up again, and there was no end in front of him, full of thousands of miles of ice and snow, where there was a little figure.

The young man went home, cooked fresh fish, his mother took it, the sick body was cured, and then he met the immortals, and the family set up a longevity ranking, and did not mention it at night.

......

The smoke curls and sways with the wind, but hundreds of small villages, at this time, seem to be noisy.

On the house in the village, the only house has no cooking smoke, not uninhabited, not the owner has gone out, but has no ability to get up.

"Crackling~"

There was a crisp sound, the fragrance was fragrant, and a little light burst on a simple oil lamp.

It was an old woman who was too old to move, and she lay on the bed, and removed her shriveled old hand from the lamp, and there was a burst ginkgo in her hand, and the previous crunch was the sound of the ginkgo being roasted by the fire.

The old woman trembled, reluctantly stuffed the ginkgo biloba into her mouth, and chewed patiently, as if she was tasting some delicacies, even though her stomach went from thunderous to weak, and she was reluctant to swallow it.

In the middle of the night, she sighed, and stretched out her hand tremblingly, trying to extinguish the oil lamp, so as not to waste it, when a "bang" knock sounded at the door.

"Who~ Come in"

The old woman said weakly, like a gnat, not to mention the person outside the door, even if she was next to the bed, I am afraid that she could not hear clearly.

The door opened, the cold wind blew in, and the old woman shivered, and hugged the broken quilt even tighter.

When I opened my old eyes, I saw that he was a guest in green clothes.

"Old lady, how many days have you not eaten?"

Tsing Yi Ke entered, looked around, and spoke.

After he entered, no matter whether the wind stopped and the warmth melted, it seemed that the wind did not dare to invade.

"Three~~Three ......"

Although the old woman had never seen much of the world, she still felt something unusual, and without even hesitating for a moment, she gave the answer.

"Do you have children?"

"Yes, three sons and two daughters. ”

"Can you be near on the left?"

"It's all in the village. ”

The guest in Tsing Yi was suddenly silent, and the old woman suddenly felt a little cold, and she didn't feel the wind, so she was very surprised.

"Old lady, do you want to punish this unfilial child?"

Tsing Yike's voice was warm and soft, without revealing the slightest murderous aura, as if it was really just a small punishment and a big commandment.

"No, don't!"

"It's hard for a baby. The old woman shook her head again and again: "The old woman just wants to have enough to eat one day in three or two days, and she can have the strength to go out to see her grandson." ”

The chrysanthemums bloomed all over her face, and the old woman smiled with satisfaction: "Guest, you see, this silver fruit was sent by the grandson, and the baby is reluctant to eat it, so she clings to her grandmother." ”

After a pause, the Tsing Yi guest slowly spoke: "Old lady, please borrow a little lamp?"

"The guests take it for themselves, a little light, what to borrow?"

The old woman said, but felt weird, since this Tsing Yi guest came in, she actually had the strength to even talk for so long, she didn't feel tired, and wondered in her heart, did she go out to see her grandson tomorrow.

Immediately afterwards, the old woman, who had never been out of the village in her life, suddenly widened her eyes and looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief.

A little light floated out her old oil lamp, and threw herself into a simple bronze lamp that suddenly appeared, and in this light she only felt as if she had carried three or four children on her back when she was young, and the strength of working in the fields had returned.

"Immortals~"

The old woman just shouted, and wanted to roll down from the bed and fall to her knees, but there was a flower in front of her, and she lost the shadow of the Tsing Yi guest, and only a leisurely voice came from outside the house:

"Mrs. Xie is light, give you a jujube tree, the fruit of the four seasons is inexhaustible, only the old lady can take it by herself, the people are in the tree, the people are dead and the trees are withered!"

Accompanied by the sound, there is a sky-high emerald green brilliance, reflecting half of the sky.

The voice of the Tsing Yi guest, unlike before, spread throughout the village, and everyone heard it.

The old woman hurriedly rushed out of the house, only to see that in the vegetable field in front of her door, which had long been barren, a jujube tree surrounded by three or five people was standing, and it was full of red jujubes, each of which was extremely full, and standing under the tree, it seemed to smell the fragrance.

The guest in Tsing Yi has long since disappeared.

A small village, a little whisper in bed, can reach everyone's ears in a day, and what about such a big deal?

But in a moment, almost all the people in the village gathered under the jujube tree, and there was one who did not believe in evil, stretched out his hand to pick the jujube, and was ejected from afar, hurting his muscles and bones.

So the villagers were in awe, knowing that they were meeting immortals, and hurriedly bowed down to the jujube tree.

The old woman was over 100 years old, and died without illness, and her children and grandchildren were wrapped around her knees before she died, and her face was still full of red light.

......

Snow-capped mountains, meadows, deserts, swamps, seas, deep mountains......

There are people who are inaccessible, there is the hustle and bustle of red dust, there are difficulties and hardships in survival, and there are people who can live by looking down and taking fruits......

The infatuated woman who puts flowers and lanterns on the river at night, the landing of a hanging beam inn, and the pair of children who have no guesses......

In the lives of one person after another, the shadow of Tsing Yi Ke has appeared.

The phrase: "Please borrow a little lamp", like the lamp itself, represents hope and light.

When the legend spread, everyone suddenly discovered that there were stories of Tsing Yi customers circulating in all directions. Every story represents the realization of a hope, a bright outcome.

The creator of all this, Zhang Fan, who is dressed in green clothes and travels barefoot all over the world, collecting the lights of thousands of homes, is moving forward in the sky and the wilderness.

Suddenly, the wilderness, the wind, and the rumbling sound resounded through the heavens and the earth.

"It's time!"

I felt in my heart, a smile appeared on Zhang Fan's face, stopped, looked back!

(To be continued)