Qin Xiaolu had a very long dream.

In the dream, the young parents took him into the playground. He had a great time that morning and his parents seemed to be very happy. Then, the family of three went to a restaurant for dinner. My father ordered a lot of delicious dishes, and my mother asked him for his favorite sweet and sour fish. The whole family was eating and chatting. The atmosphere was very good and he liked it.

However, my father's cell phone suddenly rang, and my mother's face changed as if it was in June. She was changing as soon as she said it. She lowered her face and reached out to ask her father for a cell phone, but her father refused to give it. My mother slapped the table and ran out of the road. A truck couldn't stop knocking her mother to the ground. My father ran out in horror, holding her mother covered in blood, and tears rolled down her eyes. He also pulled up his feet and ran outside while crying "Mom". However, the scene of the car accident was surrounded by crowds and vehicles, and he couldn't squeeze in. In panic and anxious, he reached out to him, hugged him, and told him to take him to find his mother. After picking it up, he went further and further. Of course, he didn't do it. He wanted to cry and make a fuss. The man took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose, and suddenly became dizzy and lost consciousness.

The picture turned around. On the train, he was held by a woman. She was not a mother, but a stranger. There was a man sitting on both sides of her side. They were all strangers. Of course, he was afraid and started crying. The woman said to him with a stern face and hatefully, "Don't allow me to cry!" I'll throw you down and be eaten by a wild dog!"

He was scared and stopped crying for a while, pouting his little mouth and bursting with tears.

A flight attendant passed by and he looked at him for help, but the careless flight attendant just looked at him and told the woman not to let the child cry and disturb others' silence. The woman was timid and said she must pay attention.

The flight attendant left casually with small steps.

At that moment, his naive mind actually had an evil thought, hoping that the flight attendant would fall.

The flight attendant really fell down and was pressed down by a big man holding a dagger. The big man had five or six accomplices, holding sharp knives, muttering, "Robbery," and it turned out to be a group of robbers.

The two men around the woman seemed to have stood up and tried to resist. The woman said coldly that you two are crazy. Do you really want to go to the Public Security Bureau to receive a banner, or do you want to send yourself into the account?

The two men were silent.

The woman whispered again that the buyer had been contacted there, and at worst, she could raise the price, and the child was worth it.

The two men thought about it and compromised with the robbers.

I don’t know who called the police, but it would not stop at the station, but the announcer prompted that he would take a break in the station in front for five minutes and be inspected. Every passenger must stay where he is and must not walk around at will.

While several bandits were shocked, they were secretly shocked that the police were so fast that they were only ten minutes away. Why did the police come to the front?

Of course, they were unwilling to sit and wait for death, so they hurriedly opened the window and ran away.

The woman said in a deep voice, let's go too.

Both men were stunned and a little puzzled. The woman had already stood up, stuffed the child into a man's hand, and jumped out of the window.

The two men did not dare to hesitate and walked out of the car window one after another in dozens of surprised eyes.

puff!

The man holding the child finally had something on his hands, and he was not able to control his balance. He rolled on the grass several times. The child's cerebral slammed against a mound and fainted.

The picture is everything again. In the vast mountains and ridges, the child was so bumpy that he was venting, but there was nothing in his belly that he could only vomit out sour water. A man was carrying him on his back and ran in panic. After running for a while, the woman was panting like a cow, sitting on the ground with a bad manner, gasping for breath while saying no, no, no, no, no, no...

The empty-handed man said no. Once the note catches up, we will be punished by our performance. The designation is that it will be shot. My wife is young and young, but she doesn't want to take advantage of other men and let him sleep. My wife beat my son.

The woman said that the 100,000 mountains were endless and the deeper they were, the more dangerous they were. Don’t say that they would starve to death. If they encounter a beast, they would also explain their lives.

The man put the child down and frowned and said, "What should I do?"

The woman stared at the child, as if she was looking at a pile of gold pearls and treasures in the desert. Although she was priceless, she couldn't exchange a piece of bread and a sip of water. She even carried it on her body to increase the load and consumed more quickly. Greed and desire to survive started a desperate battle.

Life is still important after all.

She gritted her teeth and made a decision, pointed at the child and said, throw him here and let us go.

The two men looked at each other, and they both showed a hint of your tolerance.

The woman had already stood up and left.

The two men also left.

The child couldn't help but pull his heels up, pulling a man's trousers, begging him to take him away. The man seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally got heartbroken and kicked him out of a pit, and fell into a coma again.

The picture seemed to be stuck, and it stopped in the darkness, long blackness, coldness and hunger, which made the child unable to cry even if he woke up.

In a daze, I heard a kind voice faintly: Hey, why is there a child here...

Later, the progress of the picture was much faster.

Under the light, an elegant old man in his fifties held the child's hand, taught him to recognize words, teach him to read, and read aloud. In this silent night, he woke up a little bit of anger.

The old man is his master.

The master not only taught him to read, but also taught him to practice martial arts.

The master taught the art of breathing and he practiced very carefully. However, the master clearly told him not to underestimate the boring thing of meditation and quietness, but once he practiced successfully, he would not talk about moving mountains and seas. Anyway, the power was very terrifying. It had a name called "Shangqing Weidu Jue", which is an authentic Taoist masterpiece. However, he had practiced for three years and had no movement or static at all. If there was any, he would become increasingly irritable, and he didn't know why he was irritable.

One day, he was traveling alone in the mountains and suddenly saw a familiar bamboo forest. He remembered that there was a pit in that bamboo forest. He was kicked into that pit three years ago. If the master hadn't reached out in time, he would have died.

He hated those three human traffickers, he hated that pit, and he hated this bamboo forest.

The three human traffickers couldn't do anything. He vented his resentment on the earth pit and bamboo. He moved the soil to fill the earth pit and flattened it. He slapped the bamboo.

What's strange is that as he patted the bamboo every day, the irritability that was blocked in his chest was gone and his mood was calm.

For more than ten years, he has never been irritable and his heart is as calm as water. However, the master taught the Sutra of the Simplified Dust and Dust has not seen any progress.

Another stuck picture, long, he slapped the bamboo, and a trace of purple air faintly penetrated into the bamboo with his palm-

He suddenly realized where the skills he had been practicing for more than ten years had gone? It turned out that he had been "stealed" by bamboo!

The image suddenly stopped, as if a huge crisis approached, and he woke up suddenly. When he opened his eyes, he saw that his master was talking to an old man in gray and walked into his room.

The master was just saying, "Hey, the bad disciple has been in a coma for more than two months. As Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, Master Du, what should you do?"

It happened that the master was turning back and talking to the old man in gray, so it was not as early as the old man in gray. Therefore, the old man in gray smiled and replied: "Brother Tang, don't worry, so that the high-soccer's blessings will be a big obstacle. Some obstacles are not an obstacle. I've woken up."

"Wake up, wake up..."

The master was shocked and turned his head in surprise. He quickly walked to the bed. He spoke happily, but his eyes were complicated. He seemed to complain that Qin Xiaolu was not the time to wake up.

"Master..." Qin Xiaolu made a gesture to sit up, and the master pressed him down and said softly: "Xiaolu, you are in a coma for more than two months and are extremely weak. I will teach Jianyang to make some soup for you to drink and to keep your stomach."

The old man in gray stopped in front of the bed, looked at Qin Xiaolu, and seemed to say to himself: "I was in a coma for more than two months, but I was actually rosy and waking up normally. The internal strength of Qingyuan Sect is indeed magical."

The master smiled and said, "President Du has been too famous. The magical skills of flying swords of your sect are without traces and are a master of martial arts."

The old man in gray is Du Baidao, the leader of the Flying Dagger Sect.

Du Baidao also smiled and said, "Okay, let Gaozu be fine. I mainly come to see his situation. If it really doesn't work, I will talk to Master Ye. Now, it seems that there is no big problem. It's a few days to recuperate. Anyway, it's a formality. I'll go back first."

The head of the sect is indeed worthy of being the head of the sect. He has a good literacy. Before leaving, he still said to Qin Xiaolu: "Little brother, have a good rest. If you have time to come to the Feidao Gate to sit in the future."

Qin Xiaolu nodded naturally: "Okay."

The master said, "Master Du, I'll give you it."

Du Baidao said: "No need, let Gao Zu recover from his serious illness and someone should take care of him."

The master nodded slightly, not polite.

After Du Baidao left, the master sighed but remained silent.

Qin Xiaolu said: "What's wrong, Master, is it the time for me to wake up?"

The master looked at him in surprise, then nodded slightly, sighed, "Yes, although you are my unscrupulous disciple, you follow me as a child, like a father and son. This is extremely dangerous. How can I rest assured? I originally thought that you were hit by lightning and injured, and you could avoid this disaster. I never thought that you would wake up sooner or later, but Du Baidao came, you would..."

Qin Xiaolu couldn't help but say curiously: "Master, aren't our families a good friend? It doesn't matter if the disciples suffer some losses for the sake of the good of the families."

The master nodded, shook his head again, then sighed again, patted him gently, and said softly: "You should rest for a while, and let someone cook soup for the teacher."

"Yeah, thank you Master."

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At dusk, Qin Xiaolu came to the bamboo forest again, but he was stunned.

The land is still this land, but the once green bamboo forest disappeared, and there was a piece of green grass.

He slowly walked through the weeds and slowly walked to the only remaining bamboo. The bamboo was pitch black, as if it had burned charcoal.

This is his paradise. He has flowed through his sweat and shared his joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys.

Now, it seems like a close friend who has not had time to say goodbye, and he has left forever.

The charcoal bamboo was black and dirty, but he couldn't help but touch it gently, squeaking...

A slight crisp sound, and the charcoal bamboo fell one by one, falling to the ground and turned into ashes.

His tentacles were also peeling off, but they were not broken, which was left with a small bamboo stick about three feet, barely holding it in his hand.

Qin Xiaolu's heart moved, Wuru left the three-foot bamboo stick with him, and also talked about it as a way to miss him.

So, he took the bamboo stick away and washed it in the stream. What surprised him was that the bamboo stick looked like black charcoal, but it was not dirty. Moreover, when he weighed it again, he found that it was quite solid.

There was suddenly a sound of footsteps behind him. Fang Yanren had not reached a crisp sound before he reached: "Senior Brother, Master is looking for you. What are you doing? Hey, what are you washing?"

Qin Xiaolu did not look back and said lightly: "My brother."

Fang Yan had already seen clearly what was in his hand, and was stunned. Then she sighed secretly, with a hint of complexity in her eyes, either sympathy or sadness.
Chapter completed!