Covering the sky: At the beginning, the emperor invited me to become a fairy

Chapter 441 The Dark Ages, the First Dawn

"Kunlun...Kunlun..."

Under the light of the dim oil lamp, the old man with white hair and slightly cloudy eyes murmured, chanting something incessantly:
"Is this the name of the star we live in?"

The old man’s callused palm kept rubbing a piece of wood. The latter had been eaten by moths for a long time, but it was still regarded as a treasure by the old man. It was written crookedly on it, which was the second word "Kunlun". Character.

The old man is a farmer who has been busy all his life with his face turned to the loess and his back turned to the sky, so naturally he can't read a few big characters.

The word "Kunlun" on this wooden board was seen in a dream one day when he was dreaming, and he carved it like this when he woke up.

Later, when he met a kind-hearted scholar who was passing through Beijing to take the exam, the old farmer made gestures, and then he understood what these two words were called.

"Old man, the word 'Kunlun' has a lot of background, I can't tell, your ancestors were even richer."

Facing the scholar's slightly teasing words, the old farmer at that time only smiled honestly.

At this moment, the old man was muttering beside the oil lamp, and he was naturally heard by the bored young man leaning on the bed beside him. The latter stared at a pair of big watery eyes and said curiously:

"Grandpa Zeng, you said, we really live on the stars?"

Hearing this, the old man turned around, with a smile on his ravine face, and said in a serious tone:
"You naughty monkey, what the gods said, is it false!?"

Hearing what the old man said, the boy couldn't help but pursed his lips, showing a completely disbelieving expression:

"Huh! Grandpa is lying again. My parents said that you were sick that time, and you were confused with a fever!"

"Besides, how is it possible for a human to live on a star..."

While lying on the bed, the boy retorted, but at the same time his eyelids were clenched.Enough playing around during the day, and soon fell asleep.

"This skinny kid!"

The old man cursed, but quickly covered his great-grandson with the quilt and blew out the oil lamp.

Literati say that autumn is refreshing, but farmers in the mountains only know that autumn tigers really want to eat people at night.

The boy's temper was heartless, and soon he snored loudly, leaving the old man staring blankly out of the window.

Finally, in the stillness of the night, the old man seemed to have made up his mind, and found a "treasure" wrapped in a red cloth from under the bed.

Carefully uncover the cloth, inside is a dull jade piece.

What the old man didn't tell his great-grandson was that this "heirloom" was the reason why he could dream of immortals.

It's a pity that it was only one time, and he went to see the gods in his dream, and didn't remember much else.

Although the old man suffered from a serious illness after that incident, his body has gotten better and better. He always feels warm in his stomach and has endless energy all over his body.

But even if I sleep with the jade piece in my arms, I will never dream of the immortal again.

After a moment of silence, the old man immediately wrapped up the jade piece, closed the door, and went out quietly with a hoe on his back.

The night in late autumn was really cold, but it was not the first time for the old man to go out so late, and he was quite familiar with the road.

Straight to the back hill, the old man continued to dig along the marks left by himself.

He still remembers that he dug up some beautiful "strange stones" on the back mountain and took them home, so that he could dream of immortals at night.

But when I woke up the next morning, those strange stones were gone.

Now, he is getting old, and he seems to have a few days to live, but the old farmer thinks of the fairy in his dream again.

The old man's thinking is very simple, he just wants to ask the gods to bless his descendants, and it would be even better if he could "bless" them too.

"Clang-crack-"

"Clang-crack-"

The old man dug slowly and firmly with a hoe, a hoe.

Although he couldn't say why, the old man had a feeling in his heart that those strange stones would be dug soon.

"when--"

Finally, there was an abnormal sound like gold and iron colliding, obviously it was not some kind of mud, and the old man couldn't help showing joy on his face.

The old man used the brute force he used to work when he was young, and dug up the thick soil with three strokes.

Although I was exhausted and out of breath, the harvest in front of me was really gratifying.

Under the cold moonlight, it actually reflected a variety of colors, and I don't know how many strange stones the size of chickens shone brightly.

Seeing this, the old man quickly took out the jade pieces from his arms, and carefully placed them on those colorful strange stones.

After a while, he felt dizzy, and finally couldn't help falling asleep.

And in his sleep, the old man saw the legendary fairy again.

The long river of time is rushing, and the years are ruthless.Ten years later, the old man finally passed away.

For a farmer who has worked hard all his life and suffered from countless diseases, it is already a miracle that he can live to the age of 82 without disease and disaster.

Even in the whole village, this is a "happy event" that hasn't happened in many years.

The descendants of the old man were also honored and held a grand funeral for him.

The former teenager has now grown into a young man.

Perhaps it was because of his education and literacy that the young man seemed very calm, and he didn't show much sadness at the death of his great-grandfather who loved him the most, but let the neighbors chew their tongues again.

In fact, the young man has sharp eyes and ears, and he never let go of people's gossip, and he just smiled indifferently in the end.

No matter how lively and noisy it is, it will eventually dissipate.

At night, the young man sat by the bed and took out the most precious treasure left to him by his great-grandfather—the piece of jade.

The young man carefully condensed the energy that had accumulated in his body for more than half a month, and finally guided it into the jade piece.

The latter shimmered immediately, and a strange scene suddenly appeared in the young man's mind, with a vague figure mechanically explaining the method of cultivation.

"Bi Ma Jue"!
That's right, what is recorded in the old man's treasured family heirloom is not some profound cultivation method.

It's just a certain sect in the past, the superficial spiritual formulas for Taoist boys who put horses to practice, it's hard to be elegant.

But in this era of unrecognizable spirits, it is already an opportunity that many people can't ask for.

The youth devoured the practice methods recorded in the jade slips eagerly, and was full of longing for the legendary supernatural power of flying to the sky and escaping from the earth.

In fact, the young man is also extraordinary enough that without guidance, he created a sea of ​​suffering by himself only by relying on the vulgar method recorded in the incomplete jade slips.If he was born before the great change of the world, he would be a remarkable figure.

Now, it can only bury the wilderness.

However, being born in the age of extreme spirits, this is the tragedy of every monk.

……

On this day, following the instructions left by their great-grandfather, the young man went up the mountain to dig out the "strange stones" that contain energy.

It's a pity that with the mining of the grandparents and grandchildren over the years, there are fewer and fewer "strange stones" that can be dug out of the mountain.

Just when the young man was anxious, but helpless——

He raised his eyes following the intuition, and saw a scene that he will never forget.

There is a man and a woman standing in the cloud, smiling at him, just like the legendary immortal descending from the mortal world.

　The two changes are over.

　　Tomorrow weekend, there will be additional changes as usual, one around 13:30 and two around 19:30.

　　This chapter is considered a transition, and it will show the difficulties of cultivation in the age of Jue Ling from the side, so I won't describe it in such detail later.

　　Finally, thank you again for your subscriptions, rewards and votes!The author will try his best to write the follow-up plot well.

　　
　
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