Vol 7 Chapter 146: The reincarnation of Xiao Jiazi

Qing Yuanguo, in a smithy in a certain county, the snoozing teenager lying on the stove was suddenly awakened by a cold wind and looked at the sky that had been obviously dim. Hurrying to work hard, whispering bellows. {[August 1st? ((
Sure enough, but my father came back from the outside and looked at the teenager's hard work, showing a little satisfaction.
The boy secretly fortunately, but always thought about his dream. In the dream, he was a monk who called for the wind and the rain. He was called Xiao Chen. He experienced a scene that seemed like a real existence. In the dream, he was practicing alchemy on the Dandao Square of the Moro Alchemy Association. Woke up.
"If there are any immortals in this world, that's fine."
The teenager underestimated a few words and left the dream behind.
No matter how true it is, it is just a dream.
The boy's name was Rufu. He was the son of a blacksmith. He didn't study, but inherited the craftsmanship passed down from his ancestors. He was determined to become a brilliant blacksmith. It was just that the young man was playful and very difficult to discipline.
But looking at his father who was roasted by the fire today, Rufu didn't have a bit of guilt in his heart, saying, "Father, I'll help you pull the bellows every day and learn the craftsmanship of the blacksmith from you."
The blacksmith's father stayed a little, feeling the sincerity in his son's mouth, could not help feeling his heart warm, and nodded with a smile.
Rufu also laughed.
When it was dark, his father and Rufu completed the last piece of iron in their hands and packed everything before heading for the house. Although the father on the road did not speak, Yu Guang looked at the respected son who was half a step behind, but was very relieved.
Back home, my mother has already prepared meals, simple and delicious.
Ruff sat at the dinner table and had a quiet meal with his parents. Although he didn't talk much, he felt extremely warm.
At night, Rufu was lying on the bed, thinking about his dream, muttering to himself, and said, "Is this really just a dream?" This question was asked without explanation.
Since this day, everyone in the town knows that Ruf, the blacksmith's son, has become obedient, helping his father work every day, watching the smile on the old blacksmith's face, and many people have envious eyes.
Seven years later, Rufu was 2o years old. He took the hammer from his father and became the new owner of the smithy. His craftsmanship is very good, even better than his father. The smithy's business has not decreased, but has become more prosperous.
The parents rejoiced and enjoyed their old age, all they wanted was to find a room for Lu Fu. After March, Rufu became married, and his wife was not too beautiful, but she was gentle and courteous, waiting for her in-laws to do her best.
Two years later, his parents passed away, and Rufu knelt in the hall for three days and three nights. Finally, his was nine ringing, sending his parents to the ground for peace.
For another 18 years, heavy snow was blowing in late winter. Rufu was lying on the bed. His wife had already gone before he died. He had sons, uncles, and suns waiting for the bed. He tried to widen his eyes and looked at the figure of the blue robe that had appeared in the dream in front of him. "Really, is it just a dream?"
This question is also not explained.
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There is a storyteller in Wangcheng. Although he is poor, his family is harmonious. His father is kind and filial, his mother-in-law is harmonious, and his children are full of children. It's just that the storyteller told a story for a lifetime, but couldn't figure it out. Is the story he told true or false?
On this day, he is 73 years old and has been ill for a long time. He has never told a story, but today he suddenly got his son ready for everything and went on stage again.
There are countless guests in the audience, just because this storyteller's story is too good, too real, like it really exists. In the legend, the monks went to the immortal, the calculations were fought, and the love and hatred of every scene.
"Today is the last time that the old man appeared on the stage, and I will tell all the stories I can tell." The storyteller looked rare and rosy, and his eyes were full of vitality, and he began to speak with a low voice, exposing a grand scene. .
"Also, said Xiao Chen, came to the Ji family to look for her sister, entered the Xuansha world, and after fighting, she finally saw the person she wanted. Although her appearance changed, the breath could not be faked."
"Sister, still smiles at him as he did, and he will never forget that smile."
The storyteller stopped here and stopped speaking.
"What else? Man, the story shouldn't end here."
"That's right, say it quickly, we are still waiting for you to speak."
"What about Xiao Chen later? What about his sister and sister? There are still a lot of mists and clouds in the story. The old man will explain it quickly."
The audience listening to the book spoke slightly, and the scene was a bit noisy for a while.
The storyteller frowned, his face suddenly turned pale, his eyes stared unfocused toward the sky, and murmured, "Yeah, the story should continue, but I only remember these because I only dreamed about it here."
"There should be many wonderful stories behind, right?"
"I don't know, you must know, you are the Xiao Chen, right?"
Opening in a low voice, no one can hear, the last strength of the storyteller disappeared, leaning against the back of the chair, closing his eyes.
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At different times and in different spaces, many people have a dream at the same time, seemingly in constant reincarnation.
In this reincarnation, he is a scholar, and he obtained his name, Guangzong Yaozu. He asked himself, was that dream true?
In another cycle, he was a blacksmith, working hard and honoring his parents. He asked himself, was that dream true?
In another cycle, he was a storyteller, a practitioner of the spiritual world, and a monk. He asked himself, was that dream true?
In another reincarnation, he was a big soldier, killing the enemy and defending the country, and was the most general. He asked himself, was that dream true?
In another cycle, he was a carpenter with very few craftsmanship and a strong family. He asked himself, was that dream true?
In another reincarnation, he is a wealthy man, respectful of his duties, and well-informed. He asked himself, was that dream true?
In another cycle, he was a singer-songwriter, with a desolate singing voice, known far and near. He asked himself, was that dream true?
In another reincarnation, he was a land peasant, and he was kind and stable throughout his life. He asked himself, was that dream true?
Inquiring in this life, he had doubts. In his dream, he was in Xiaocheng, the Mu family army was under pressure, his family was humiliated, and his parents suffered. The dream came to an abrupt halt, leaving him to farm and rest, looking up to the sky for a long time, slightly sluggish. He always feels that there are many, many stories after this, but he can't remember anything, it seems that there is a deep power that cut off most of his dreams.
Despite some regrets, he was still very satisfied in this life. Serve your parents, have a good wife at home, have children and grandchildren at your knees, and sound calm and indifferent, so there is no dissatisfaction.
In another reincarnation, he was a little monk, alert and cautious.
Eventually, he reached the realm of Yuan Ying, opened a school in the realm of cultivation, and became a master and ancestor. There were three disciples, one named Gan Er, the other named Lin Yuan, and the third named Yun Sheng.
This life ended in 12oo. When he was sitting, he waved his hands to disperse and fell to his knees, crying and crying, and raised his worries and calmness.
"I'm a Qingyun Taoist. I opened a school and established a school with a smile, and now I'll end up sitting."
"Or maybe I am Xiao Chen, the repair of the Valley of Clouds."
"Does this dream exist, or is it my past life or present life? But I have looked for hundreds of years of walking in the realm of cultivation, in this world there is no Zhao State, nor North China State, nor is there Cloud Valley. send."
"Is it really just a dream, but if it's a dream, how does" Mixed Nerve "explain it, is it that I can't create it in my dream?"
"This matter, my husband practiced his whole life and troubled him for a lifetime, hoping that in the next reincarnation, he can get an answer."
The voice faded, and Qingyun Tao humanely dissipated.
In another reincarnation, he is a Xiao family, thin and weak.
In the early hours of the morning, Xiao Chen suddenly woke up. After a brief confusion, his face showed a sense of clarity and calmness. Hurrying to get up and wash briefly, Xiao Chen hurriedly walked out. Today is the day of entering the city in the early spring to collect the seeds needed for a year, but he needs to hurry up and bring some dry food out early to avoid being unable to return home at night. However, while walking, he couldn't help but frown slightly. He always felt empty in his head and seemed to forget many things. If he thinks seriously, he feels a pain in his head, makes him pale, and shakes his body.
At this moment, when the parents went out, they saw this scene with a look of concern, "What happened to you, Chener, isn't your body uncomfortable?"
His mother spoke anxiously, and his father Xiao Wenshan frowned slightly. Although he didn't speak, his eyes were perceptible.
Xiao Chen smiled reluctantly and said, "It's okay, maybe I didn't sleep well last night. Why did my father and mother get up so early today? You can rest assured, I remember today is the date to get the seeds, and it won't be delayed."
Father Xiao's complexion was slightly more complex, and Wen Yan waved his hand and said, "Changing on my clothes, I will enter the city with you today."
When Xiao Chen heard a word, he realized that his father had put on the most solemn ethnic dress today. On weekdays, he would only dress so solemnly on the day of the clan sacrifice. Although he didn't understand what was going on, he nodded slightly. After returning to the room, he took out a brocade embroidered blue gown from the bottom of the only dilapidated box.
Breakfast passed by in silence. Xiao mother's eyes were a bit worried, and she opened her mouth several times, but was stopped by Xiao's severe eyes.
Coming to Xiaocheng by carriage, Xiao Chen listened to his father and waited in the inn. Xiao Father returned half a day later, although his face was gray and tired,
On the second day, in the awe of Xiao Chen, his father brought him to the Xiao family in Xiaocheng. Until today, Xiao Chen did not know that his father was actually a member of the Xiao family. As for how to get to where he is today, from the ridicule and sarcasm around him, he Can barely guess a few points.
The arrival of Lord Yunxian Xianshi, including Xiao Chen and other Xiao family juniors, were led away and went to Xianmen for testing to find out if they have the qualifications to cultivate an immortal.
In the valley, Xiao Chen saw Ji Yuewu, who had excellent wood quality qualifications. He was called to the side by Luoyun Valley who was responsible for testing the old man. Looking at these two or eight years, Xiao Chen's skin was like snow. Xiao Chen did not have the embarrassment of the young people around him. An inexplicable familiarity emerged, making him feel that he had known this woman long ago. But when I think about it, I don't get the slightest impression.
Xu Shi felt Xiao Chen's annoying gaze, Ji Yuewu frowned and looked at him slightly.
It was this glance that made Xiao Chen's heart violently jump, and his face turned red and hurriedly turned.
Qualification detected the Xiao family, Xiao Lin had no spiritual roots, but Xiao Chen felt that he should be able to enter the ancestral gate. Sure enough, Xiao Lin took out a piece of iron essence and relied on this object to successfully join Luoyun Valley and become a named disciple.
Finally, Xiao Chen, although not yet started, but he had a hunch that he had no spiritual roots. But at the same time, there was another feeling that he would enter the Valley of Clouds in the future. Although strange, he was extremely convinced.
In fact, as Xiao Chen guessed, he had no spiritual roots. Because of his hunch, he was not as depressed as the young people around him, but waited quietly, waiting for the turn of his hunch.
But things went awry until Xiaoyungu's disciples arrived and sent them home. Xiao Chen didn't wait for his expected turnaround.
"How could this be the case? Shouldn't this be the case?" Xiao Chen tried hard to think, but suddenly felt a terrible headache and passed out.