Two crystal clear blood-red blood beads are inlaid in the eyes of the dragon. The originally dead bronze statue seems to have come alive, and is particularly cunning.

Liu Yu shivered, but when he thought that he might be scolded by his uncle, he gritted his teeth and raised his hand, stretched out his fingers to rub the blood beads - a feeling of brushing through the stones spread from the tip of his fingers to his mind, he couldn't help but open his eyes wide - how could it be!?

After being surprised, Liu Yu didn't think too much. In his ten-year-old cognition, this might be just a rare phenomenon in nature. He just didn't know when a feeling of incomparable weakness came from his body. He didn't care about the strangeness of "longyan", so Liu Yu leaned directly on the bronze statue to rest.

In the quiet Taoist temple hall, the boy covered his sweater without saying a word. He looked at the wind and snow outside the door, and his impatient heart suddenly calmed down.

"Actually, it's pretty good to just sit quietly like this, just look outside..."

Outside the Taoist temple, the wind and snow weather made the whole world covered with a layer of silver, as if it was about to bury the world. The wind and snow covered the Taoist temple. An old tree tilted by the mountain fell in a corner and fell weakly on the ground and broke into pieces.

Liu Yu's eyes gradually became blurred, and a warm and comfortable feeling arose at some point. He didn't feel anything unusual. His eyes were all focused on the wind and snow outside the Taoist temple. With the wind and snow rolling, his attention became more and more concentrated...

He did not notice that the "dragon" on his right hand became angry at some point, and the "dragon eyes" became brighter and brighter, and the blood-red light gradually filled the entire hall. However, what was strange was that neither the middle-aged man shoveling snow in the side hall nor Liu Yu who was staring blankly at the wind and snow outside, he seemed to have not noticed the blood-red light.

The blood-red light became more and more prosperous, and finally turned into a curtain covering the sky and enveloped the entire Taoist temple. However, it seemed as if it was in another dimension, which did not make Liu Yu and his uncle feel any different.

Suddenly, the blood-red light dissipated, turning into blood-red light spots in the sky surged into Liu Yu's eyes, who were staring blankly outside.

Liu Yu suddenly felt a little sore in his eyes, and he couldn't help but rub his eyes, shook his hands in annoyance, and when he opened his eyes, he found that the wind and snow outside had become much stranger.

"Yeah... I'm slow at all."

The young boy can’t describe how the wind and snow outside are. What Liu Yu usually sees is just a pale touch that crosses the sky. At this moment, he feels completely different. The wind and snow in the sky are changing... slowly?

Perhaps, it should be said that every moment of wind and snow was deeply imprinted in Liu Yu's mind, so he naturally felt extremely slow.

It was the age of curiosity that the boy did not think about the reason for this strange phenomenon, but looked at the world outside. It was covered in silver, but now it looked bright and vibrant. The trajectory of each snowflake dancing in the air was engraved in Liu Yu's mind...

It was faintly clear that Liu Yu seemed to see two words in the air!

One of them was completely unable to see clearly, and could only look like one word, and the other transparent word had no strokes and no traces, but it seemed like someone was talking in Liu Yu's mind...

"This word...is wind!"

Liu Yu exclaimed, he didn't know why he was exclaiming, but an inexplicable joy surged into his heart, and his face was filled with laughter.

"The wind...is the wind!"

He couldn't help scratching his head, and he suddenly remembered the word "Feng" taught by the Chinese teacher in the school. The strokes were completely different from the strange word "Feng".

"I don't know if this word can be written down, so I'll ask my grandfather at that time." After thinking about this, Liu Yu thought carefully for a while, but he couldn't stand the curiosity.

So he jumped directly from the bronze statue, half-squatted on the ground, picked up a stone and wanted to carve the word "wind" on the ground. However, after only half of the pen was written, Liu Yu felt as if he had been drained, and he was so weak that he almost couldn't help but fainted on the ground.

It was just a natural stubbornness that did not allow himself to give up. He was trying to make his mind more and more painful. He used a stone to carve a "character" that was a word but not a word, and it was a stroke but not a stroke. After the last stroke, his mind was like tearing apart, and an extremely severe pain surged up.

"ah!!!"

Liu Yu fell to the ground in an instant. The man who was shoveling snow suddenly heard the scream of his nephew, hurriedly dropped the shovel, ran into the hall, and hurriedly picked up Liu Yu's head when he saw Liu Yu fainting on the ground.

"Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu!"

After a few screams, the man touched the boy's forehead again.

"Not a fever, this time"

Without too much hesitation, the man carried the little boy and ran out of the hall. In a hurry, the man did not notice that the moment he carried the little boy, the stone in the boy's hand fell to the ground and hit the strange "word" trace.

A strong wind suddenly blew in the calm hall. What's strange is that the increasingly strong wind rushed into the hall, but it did not bring a piece of snowflakes. After a moment, it seemed like the space was torn apart. The strange wind kept whistling in the hall. At the same time, there was a crack on the "dragon" stone in the hand of the statue of Taishang Laojun...

The wind was getting heavier and heavier, and suddenly the "dragon" shattered into pieces of gravel, and the countless pieces of gravel were like oil entering the fire by the strange wind that originally "cannot shake a piece of snowflakes", and they were instantly broken into powder. The next moment, the strange wind disappeared, and the hall returned to peace.

But overnight, the wind and snow seemed to have just been passing by the wild beasts, and left the place after a few whistling in Mo Mengshan. What the heavy snow left behind was a pale world. Xiao Liuyu slept well and stayed in the quilt and was unwilling to get up. He remembered the strange scene yesterday, thinking in his heart whether he would tell his grandfather about this.

"If you want to explain, you probably have to write that word again..."

Thinking of the pain in my mind at that moment, the little boy's face turned pale instantly

"It's better not to... just pretend that it hasn't happened?"

In a daze, Liu Yu found that the character "wind" in his mind is now clearly visible, and he inexplicably feels that he can easily write it out now. However, considering the pain before, he still felt that he should not experience it.

However, the more I didn't think about it, the more the curiosity of the young man was. After being kept in the quilt for a long time, Liu Yu finally got up and put on his clothes, washed up quickly, and "borrowed" paper and pen from his grandfather's room and placed it on the table in his room.

"Well... let go if it hurts... this should be OK!"

After making up his mind, Liu Yu did not delay. The word "wind" in his mind became more and more obvious, and he seemed to be in the roar of wind and snow again. The ballpoint pen left handwriting on the white rice paper very smoothly. At the beginning of writing, he did not feel any pain. In his joy, Liu Yu couldn't help but speed up and quickly wrote the word "wind" on the paper.

When he finished the pen, a sense of weakness arose. Liu Yu didn't think much about it, so he picked up the white rice paper and looked at it, touched it again and again.

Suddenly, the door opened with a "silly" sound, and an old man with a long hair and a young face came in. Although he seemed over 70 years old, he was also arrogant.

"Baby, why are you secretly taking things from my room here!"

Seeing that it was grandfather who was coming, Liu Yu looked red, but did not explain too much. The idea that he had thought to tell his grandfather about his experience last night disappeared. Seeing him embarrassed, the old man smiled and asked more, but his eyes turned to the white rice paper on the table.

"Oh, it seems that a little calligrapher is coming up in our family. Come on, let me see..."

Before Liu Yu could stop him, the old man picked up the rice paper, then frowned, and then let go and smiled after a while, "It turns out to be a ghost painting talisman. It seems that the road of a little calligrapher is a long way to go."

"Grandpa, do you know what the word is?"

Liu Yu asked hurriedly:

"Oh? What's the word?"

"wind!"

"wind!?"

The old man exclaimed in surprise, picked up the rice paper and read it several times, held the pen and wrote several words "Feng" on another piece of rice paper.

"This is Song style, this is..."

The old man introduced Liu Yu one by one, pointed to the piece of paper with the word "Feng" written by Liu Yu, and smiled:

"Your grandfather is not a great calligrapher, but he also knows some fonts. Look at which font your Feng character is."

“I…I…”

The little boy also noticed the old man's teasing and snatched the paper of the word "wind" written by him from the old man's hands with a flushed face.

"I'll throw it away!"

Liu Yu hurried out of the room, and the old man behind him was so happy that he couldn't breathe.

"Is it just a dream..."

Sighing helplessly, Liu Yu walked behind the house, looked at the white rice paper in his hand with some anger, and slapped it viciously a few times.

"What's the use of you? I was made fun of by my grandfather!"

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. Liu Yu, who originally wanted to throw away the rice paper, tore it hard. With a "sharp" sound, the rice paper was torn in half. However, just when he wanted to discard the rice paper, the rice paper torn in half spread out in Liu Yu's hands like powder, and disappeared into the air in an instant.

He stood there blankly, and before he could react, a strong wind suddenly appeared, sweeping over the ground ten feet ahead of Liu Yu. The originally twenty centimeter-deep snow layer disappeared instantly, and the branches, stones and soil piles in the snow layer were instantly raised from the ground, scattered on the surrounding snow.
Chapter completed!