The hole?

What is this? how does the funeralre?

It is difficult to...

“Lord, if the nuts of the little country are really the thing you said... will the stumper who wrote the sutra of the garrison have been to the country of the little man?”I looked at my grandfather with suspicion: "This kind of thing should only be in the country of the little man?"

“Who said that?”The old man smiled and explained: "No matter what kind of strange foreign body, it can't be unique in this world, and the funeral scripture has said that this kind of strange thing can only survive in the place where the anger converges, whether it is a small country or where, as long as the anger converges to a certain part, it is possible to produce this kind of fruit..."

“What is the use of this fruit?”I asked curiously.

“Sheng Yang.”The old man whispered, "There is no yang in this kind of fruit, only anger, and this anger is different from ordinary anger."

The old man frowned, as if he were trying to explain to me.

“The ordinary anger is long-standing, unextractable, enough to nourish all things, but the anger of the trough is born of the fruit itself...” The old man said, “It is a new kind of anger.”

While explaining to me, the old man's eyes also lit up, excited to look at me: "This anger is the most pure, it is because it was born, with it as a medicine, and then to help with the yang, want to bring the body clam in your body to the point of rising, it is easy!" 」

For the practice to ascend to the yang body, the old man is more eager than I am.

To be honest, I can understand.

In my grandfather's eyes, that is the absolute heart of the body.

Infected in the flesh, into the body, although can cultivate a body, but its side effects can not be ignored.

Every month, the mitochongas in my body will change, and the limbs will come from the bite-like pain of insects and beasts.

The old man was very fond of me, and I could see that, compared to making his own strength stronger, he wanted me to avoid that torture as much as possible.

“Lord, can’t you find this fruit?”I asked him.

"I can't say, but I don't think... it's not very easy to find..." the old man said, and he frowned: "I want to say, this is also a strange hat village people have no brain, good relations with the little people, eat those fruits are better than eating human flesh!" 」

As soon as the voice fell, the old man stoked his feet in anger and scolded, “Now it’s okay!Make a bird of fear!I see what they do!”

“Not to see them, but to see us...” I sighed, “Lord, how many people do you think there are still alive in Hat Village?”

Grandpa didn’t answer me.

"The incident between Hater Village and the small country happened ten years ago, if the old man's words are not exaggerated, then there must be a group of villagers who have become brutes..." I frowned: "They will not kill each other, this person can't say, but I feel ... I am afraid that many villagers are dead."

“How do you know?”Grandpa asked me.

“Do you think people like Zheng Lao San still have the intention to hunt and plant land?”I asked.

The old man shook his head: "There should be no thought, he should have nothing in his mind except the little flesh."

"Madness will lead to destruction, Hat Village still does not exist, this is an unknown ah..." I sighed, "but I said the good side, if the people of Hat Village did not die, but have survived to the present..."

When I said this, my heart sank and my expression was ugly: "We are likely to get into trouble."

“It is more difficult for a living person to deal with than wrong, and it is more difficult to deal with a living person who is wrong.”

After hearing this, the old man said to me, "If you think this is not sure, I will accompany you, lest you make another mistake."

My grandfather said so, I want to say that I am not moved, that must be false.

The last time the incident in Wangshan Village gave me a shadow, I was not afraid of dealing with the wrong, I was afraid of each other being a living person.

There is no brain, the living person has only the brain in addition to the brain, and it is too tired to fight.

But in the end, I still couldn't nod my head, and I reluctantly refused: "Lord, you don't have to help, and you can safely stay in the store to do business."

“Really?”The old man frowned: "You can think of it, after this village there is no shop, if you regret it..."

"It's better to regret than to be long."I smiled, "In fact, I used to be too simple, and if I don't experience a little wind and rain, it will be more difficult to go back."

The old man was silent for a while and nodded, "The sword front is sharpened, and you sword embryo should be sharpened."

In fact, I think the university director said that is quite correct.

The more you fear something, the more you have to contact.

Only the positive it can not be afraid, only to contact with it, there will be unexpected gains.

That’s my thinking now.

Dealing with living people, even if you will eat a little loss, it doesn't matter, and experience is more important than anything else.

My life is still very long, the old man is already twilight, he can no longer take care of me like a child, if I do not make a little bit of anger myself...

“Master Shen!It's almost dawn!“Shall we go to breakfast?”

The shout of the seven treasures suddenly came in from the door, and when he heard this, the old man shouted back: "You go to buy it!"We eat in the store!”

“Why am I going again...”

“Abandon what!Hurry up!”

After the seven treasures were taken away, the old man patted me on the shoulder and whispered, "After breakfast, I let them go to the sleep, today will not open the store, we have more important things to do."

“Where is the old man?”I said, “Let him go back and rest?”

“Let it be from him.”The old man smiled, "He won't run anyway, and when it's time to come, he'll come back to us."

“Are you so sure?”I stand.

The old man nodded and said with great confidence, I can see that the surname Zheng is sincerely good for those little people.

“He wants to make up for his mistakes, but he doesn’t have that power.”The old man said, "So he can only choose us, it's the only choice."

I don’t seem to know, I don’t know, I don’t ask anymore.

When the seven treasures bought breakfast, it was already dawn.

Although the big guys have stayed up all night, no one feels sleepy, and they still chatter when they eat breakfast, looking at the spirit of the thief.

Old man Zheng did not see the outside, accompanied us to eat breakfast, but he did not settle in the store, directly said that he would go back to the hotel to make up for sleep, three days later, he will visit again.

Three days.

“Go ahead and wake up, it won’t be open today, let’s...”

“No need!”Seven treasures smiled, "We are still young, we don't have to make up, there are more important things to do."

“What?”The old man looked at him suspiciously.

Seven treasures hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey, took out a line from under the table, a straight one said: "review."

Hearing this, the old man's face was full of surprise, as if he thought he was dreaming, looked at the seven treasures in disbelief, and finally nodded and said, "You can a melon baby, a piece of dead wood can be carved by yourself...

"Well, then, review it, don't open a store, and I'll take the world to do something."

“Do the job?”The seven treasures brightened their eyes and asked, “What is it?”Do you need our help?”

“The squirrel.”The old man said, as he walked over to the counter of the pharmacy, reached out in the cupboard a few times, and took out a small wooden box.

A few meters away, we can all smell the fishy smell in the box, there is a feeling of dead fish and rotten shrimp.

The old man said nothing more, beckoned to me and asked me to follow him upstairs.

I followed him and listened to him explain.

"The body is divided into five bodies, this first fall into the body is the entry hurdle, the living creature falls, the dead yin, want to help you refine the fall of the body, the living dead have to use..."

"Can you make a fall, you have to look at yourself."If you can't get to the ground, if you can't pass, you're afraid you'll have to eat it in vain."

The old man said, looking at me deeply, that look is very complicated, both expectation and pity, looking at my head of mist.

At this time, the old man shook a few wooden boxes, only to hear a hush smoldering sound inside.

Is it like there’s a living thing inside?