This life is lonely like a drifting cloud, and the chicken feathers and birds fly (chapter 4)

The drum suddenly intensified, and the "bang bang" sounded several times. Su Muyun felt an uncontrollable panic in his heart, and his chest was uncomfortable for a while, and he immediately pretended to be dead, and his heart couldn't help but be angry.

"You have done a good job of breaking the drum to exorcise demons and ward off evil spirits, and you are not afraid of the drums that shock individuals to death!"

The change in the little baby boy did not attract the attention of the Great Wizard, he received the wand, his fingers dipped in cinnabar, nodded at the center of the little baby boy's eyebrows, drew along the mountain root to the tip of his nose, and then dipped white powder on his forehead and lit eight white dots.

The baptismal ceremony is considered complete.

The Grand Wizard picked up the waist basket under the stone pillar and carefully handed the little baby boy to the witch beside him.

The witch looked at the little baby boy's face and thought it was not too good, presumably frightened. While gently shaking the brass bell, he whispered the song of "Requiem" in his mouth, and slowly walked down the mountain with a waist basket, leaving a colorful figure on the wide Sima Stone Road of Pantar Mountain.

From the Yunfeng platform, the witch kept singing the requiem until it reached the temple. The little baby boy listened quietly, gradually gathering his spirits, and finally issued a "uh" sound.

Su Muyun's frightened spirit was finally stabilized, and he thought that this technical work really had the effect of dispelling the wind town and returning the soul.

In the past life, my mother often told people that when a child was frightened, he had to do this and that, and he had always scorned it, and he always felt that feudal superstition killed people. It's your turn to experience it for yourself, and the effect is really leveraged.

Sure enough, don't talk nonsense in your own unknown world, practice test the truth of your mother, and have to admire your mother for knowing so much, a word, "Cow!" ”

Su Muyun's next second major difficulty is to accept the pain of cutting his toes.

He didn't know what kind of operating room he was in? It was an empty room, as if it had been smoked. What instruments do they use? What anesthetic to give yourself?

It seemed that there was no anesthetic at all, and in a pain that went deep into the bone, there was suddenly an even more painful cutting pain. That kind of pain, it's fucking hard to describe! The pain is straight to the heart! This time he didn't pretend, he really fainted in pain.

What followed was a fever for several days in a row, burning so groggy that there was no energy. In this strange world, this kind of rough surgery to the extreme, let yourself, a real surgeon, experience that primitive surgical operation, experience the feeling of savage hair drinking blood. The price of nine deaths, I somehow carried it?

Barely carried through the shock barrier, infection off.

Su Muyun slowly regained his consciousness and slowly opened his godless eyes. Looking at the roof in disbelief, there was no wailing in his heart, only a sigh: "It is not easy to live, it is not easy to live, it is difficult not to die, I will have a great blessing!" ”

In those days, the old lady stayed by the little baby boy's side, looking at this little baby boy who was no longer the original spiritual baby boy, and could not eat or sleep well. It was only by his side that he stood by his side like a sculpture, until the little baby boy opened his eyes, and then he was relieved to hand him over to the nurse.

On the east side of the Muyun Family Castle, there is a very wide river, the source of the river leads directly to Huazhou Capital, and there are often some ducks and geese grazing on the bank or waterside, and when flocks of ducks or geese throw themselves into the water, they always flutter up a splash.

The Muyun people, who originally lived in the castle, have always obeyed the orders of the old castle lord, not participated in the political struggle of the Tiandai royal family, did not participate in the local door valve fight, and lived in peace. In addition, in recent years, the wind and rain have been smooth, there has been no gap in the river embankment, and no major floods have occurred in the basins on both sides of the river, so everyone's life is OK.

But children don't understand this, they have their own world.

This is su Muyun's fourth year in this world.

Over the years, he heard the old lady tell herself who she was, the seventh son of Prince Qing. At that time, there was a Xiangshi in the capital, who was said to be able to recognize people's roots and bones and break people's lives.

On the day he was born, the xiangshi said that he saw a brilliant sun candle shining over Prince Qing's palace and entering the palace. What does this sacred beast reveal? Its appearance made the whole royal palace panic.

Xiang Shi said that in order to avoid the disaster of innocence, or the blessing of innocence, you must stay away from the capital and find a place with water to live in seclusion, so you will come to the south to take refuge.

These stories of deceitful ghosts, and those deceitful gods and goddesses, only children can believe. But now I am the appearance of a small child, and the words of adults cannot be refuted, nor can I accept the rebuttal of children.

So Su Muyun pretended to be curious and serious, and asked the old lady, "Then when can I go back to Kyoto?" ”

"The day your father sends his soldiers and horses to welcome you back."

The little boy lying on the old lady's lap continued to ask, "When was that day?" ”

The old lady did not answer his question, she looked at the little boy in front of her, beautiful face, long eyelashes, big eyes. Start telling him another story.

It is the story of the Muyun family that has been handed down for thousands of years, and it is also the history of the struggle of The ancestors of Muyun. Every generation of outstanding Muyun people may be included in the honor list, family education is the tradition of the Muyun family, and it is a very honorable thing to receive such an education.

The old lady held the family tree in her hand and pointed to the name on it for him to recognize. She was very satisfied with the performance of this little boy, and every time she taught the words, she could write down the stories she had told, and soon she had a new understanding and could ask her own questions.

"And later?" The little boy finished recognizing the words on the family tree and continued to ask.

"The story of the future, I will tell it later, and today we will talk about this." The old lady touched the little boy's head and said.

"Then can I build on this story and write a new story?"

The old lady laughed when she heard the little boy's words, and said, "How can the story of the ancestors be rewritten casually?" ”

The little boy was still not dead-hearted, "Then can I use this story and rewrite it into another story?" ”

The old lady finally sensed that the little boy was unusual, even a little whimsical. She didn't speak again, her mind wondering, what will this child do in the future? Because she didn't know what was going on in the child's head.

When the little boy grew up, he learned that the story of Muyun's ancestors told to him by the old lady was actually the inscription engraved on the tombstone after the death of Muyun's ancestors. These inscriptions, often overflowing words and do not want money like death to paste upwards, extremely gorgeous decoration, may be praised not by their people, but also by their people. In the future, will he also decorate the façade of the inscription through such decorations, and recite his own inscription with shame?

"What are you going to do when you write this story?" The old lady suppressed the surprise in her heart and asked cautiously.

"I want to write books, open bookstores, sell books, and make a lot of money, and then buy a lot of land and houses, and then open a hospital and treat many, many people!" The little boy patted his chest and said.

"What are you doing this for?" The old lady knew that if she asked such a question, a little hairy child could not answer, but she still couldn't help but ask the exit.

Sure enough, the little boy was speechless for a moment, and he didn't know how to answer, and Su Muyun didn't know how to answer so as not to frighten the young grandmother.

The old lady was surprised by the little boy's thoughts, what is in this little head? How can there be such fantastic ideas? How could he have thought of doing these things?

Writing books, opening bookstores, selling books, making money, opening medical clinics, and treating patients are things that many adults may not think about, but he said it in one breath!

The little boy was so bold today, and he just wanted to test the old lady's opinion. If she didn't object, then he could really do it. Of course, he remembered the story of the time when he fainted in pain, and he was almost reincarnated again.

To give the poor people in the world "enlightened and enlightened, and the world is born", if you say it in the mouth of a four-year-old child, I am afraid that it will really kill people.

"Well, you can do whatever you want, but you can't delay your studies!" The old lady twisted the little boy's cheek and smiled.

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