Chapter 3: Raising

Chen He’s brain was hit, causing his memory to stay in the backyard pond. When he woke up every day, he forgot what happened yesterday. It’s useless in the private school, and he forgets to take a nap. net. The speed update is waiting for you. Baidu search music can be ok!
The memory of a three-year-old child is not very clear. What do children have to do? Nothing to play, to ask the grandmother, he grew up in the high family, wake up every day to see not the pro, but the nursing mother, what they say what to do.
It’s like being reminded to go to school to see Mr., what, even Mr. even remember? The young master is stupid even more powerful...
Chen Wo became a fool like this.
He should have grown up in Chen Fuzhen, but accidentally fell to the cliff, and worshipped the teacher at the age of six.
Master is a tablet on the stone table. Chen He, who is mentally ignorant, has been in trouble for a long time, and he has become a master.
Initially in the morning, the quilt was shaken, and a soft white scorpion climbed out. The fleshy hand licked the quilt and stupidly looked up at the knees.
The monks who sought the immortality did not change their faces over the years. The hair was like a lacquer, and they couldn’t help but let it go. Because it was too long, a few squats fell to the top of the corps.
Every day, Chen He curiously raised his head and held it. The cold and smooth feel quickly broke away from the fat fist, touching Chen He’s nose and letting him sneeze uncontrollably.
Explain the shackles and look at him.
Chen Wo looked around his head and showed a thoughtful look.
- This is not Chen Fu, he does not seem to be three years old.
The practice of Tantric empowerment, the wisdom of the world, the world of the righteousness.
It is difficult to make a coveted child into a literary scholar who knows the classics of the classics, but it is simple to make children literate and distinguish between good and evil.
The topping is like a book that can be integrated in the mind without having to look through it. Tantric sorghum uses this as a means of inheriting the Buddha's Buddhism, and the ability to release it on this magical power is limited. It can only make Chen Wo wake up every morning. I don’t know where I am, I have basic common sense for everything in the world. Before the cure for the heart disease, Chen He can’t live forever with the mind of a three-year-old child.
The squad climbed awkwardly, dressed himself in a well-behaved manner, and pulled the robes of the robes, softly shouting: "I am hungry."
Release a few cobblestones and throw them away.
Landing a golden light, the stone turned into a number of personal shadows. There are old widowers, and women with baskets, their faces are lifelike, and after they bowed to the imprisonment and Chen He, they disappeared without a trace.
The things that Chen He eats and the things that normal children play are all bought by the gods.
At the bottom of the sky, there is only a self-cultivator who does not need the reincarnation of the grain. He has not heard of the fireworks for hundreds of years. Now every morning in the cave that belongs to the interpretation of the mountain wall, there will be a fragrant meat bag and hot porridge.
The closest thing to the release of the cave is the white-browed road. He sniffs his nose and sighs.
"The owner of the valley is wrong. The doll with the heart disease is also very good. It is not noisy to give him the same thing every day." Because they have forgotten it, haha.
"Long eyebrow friend, it is your turn today." Another "neighbor" distant voice of the gods.
"Well."
The old road must be long and the eyebrows must be long, and the fairy winds float from the futon.
Out of the hole, I saw the petals of the fallen avocados falling into the cold mountain stream.
A thick wrap, running on the bank of the creek with small short legs.
Chen Wo has just come to Heiyuan Valley to become weak and weak, and now he does not change his color and breathe evenly.
The basic method of adjusting the interest of the family has been squatting in Chen He’s subconscious with the technique of empowerment, let the squad run out of breath and excite it, and then use its own spiritual power to guide the breath to run for thirty-six days. It is the first morning to release it. All things to do.
In less than ten days, now Chen He only needs to run, the body naturally adjusts to breathe, and because he does not know how to stop, he maintains this mysterious state throughout the day until the night falls and falls asleep, new Start again one day.
Even if Chen He doesn't remember anything, the body still has memories. The practiced exercises have been scented in Dantian and will not disappear with the owner's forgetting.
The stream is so cold that it runs through the entire Black Valley, and the deep pool that is practiced daily is at the end of the mountain stream.
The rosary wrapped around the wrist is almost translucent, with a thorough silver glow. The stream gradually disappears from the calves and knees. Finally, he walks on a mossy bluestone, and the long red robes float in the water. In the middle, it is soaked and moisturized with a bright red.
The rosary string is too long, the tail ends down in the water, and the evenly sized beads slide through his fingertips and are more thoroughly tempered.
He does not read the scriptures, nor does he swear by the sorrows.
Chen He chased and ran to the edge of the pool, and looked at the release of the sly, and slammed into the long-browed old road where the sacred wind bones had been posing for a long time.
"The little dolls are careful." The Taoist waved a slap in the air, and caught the empty space to catch Chen Wo.
The squad couldn’t stand it, and the short leg left to the right, rolled on the ground and sat on the ground.
A few of the gods who stayed on the river beach were incomprehensible -
"Ha ha ha, fall every day!"
"The posture of the roll is the same. It seems that the dress will be worn very thickly tomorrow. Now the weather is still cool. How to be good in the summer! Haha!"
Long eyebrows are also secretly laughing, he reached out and touched the tiger head cap on the head of the group:
"Little doll, you are playing in the backyard pond of your home. When you fall into the water, you suddenly come here."
Chen He’s eyes lit up.
"Well... Do you still feel that you are familiar here? Although you haven’t seen it before, you haven’t seen this person, but you trust him?
The old-fashioned old-fashioned smattering refers to the release of the waterstone on the bluestone.
The squad nodded.
"That's because you have the fate of destiny." The old road mysteriously smiled, and the swaying golden light was a little bit, and it was a high-profile person.
"Well, you are a god..." The group had no idea nod. The subconscious told him that these were true, not a juggling. He asked his head, "So I can ask for immortals?"
"If you want to become a fairy, you can't ask for it. You must realize it! Come, the little doll, we sit down and talk." The old hand waved, and there were two more futons on the ground.
Chen Wo ran consciously and sat down.
The long-browed old road coughed aloud: "This place is called the Ferris Cliff, and it is not connected with the outside world. Your master's name is Nan Hongzi, who has already passed away. The person who looks like your master is called Shi Jie. The fate of the law is long. Reincarnation, there is a causal saying. Secretly tell you a secret, your brother is actually a thousand-year-old fox, you, the last generation is the hunter who licked his fox fur, the fox fur is contaminated with popularity, he will never return to the fox - 哎呦Who beat me!"
The gods of the Black Canyon Valley swept away, and the majesty angered: "Nonsense, how long is the monster released?"
"Afraid of anything." The long eyebrows shook their heads. "The little dolls will not remember tomorrow."
"Hey!" The Valley Lord went indignantly.
"Little doll, scared!" The old road fiercely approached the corps and was raised with a bulging cheek.
"Hunter, fox."
Chen Hejun's repetition, he was finally shocked after half a day, scared his hands to help the ground.
"Hey." The long-browed old road is hot and iron. "If you can't become a fairy, you can repay the debts that you have owed to your life, and you will eat them. You are more white and delicious than the poor-going Ganoderma dolls-"
The troupe began to tremble, and the old road did not intermittently use the threatening eyes to look at it. Finally, the group couldn’t help it, and the tears rolled down in a string.
Long eyebrows wiped a cold sweat on his head: finally crying!
When the release came back to the river beach, the group shivered and looked at the fear.
The path that did not squint was released, and the squad immediately stumbled and rushed over, carefully grasping the corner of the clothes, and twitched: "Don't eat me, don't leave me..."
The release stopped, slightly bent to hold the group, wrapped in his arms, let him kneel down on his shoulders.
The palm of his hand gently touched the child's back, helped Chen He to reconcile the chaos in the body, and then returned to Dongfu, patiently feeding him a meat bag, and holding his handwritten a few Ling Feijing.
"Three spirit wing scenery, Tai Xuan Fu Xi, take the dragon to drive the cloud, why worry about it."
The gesture is smooth and round, and it can be turned freely. Through the skylight invested in the crack of the mountain wall, the handwriting is slightly floating on the paper, and Chen He also has wide eyes, which seems to have some feeling.
"...Happy Taiji, with the same day." Shi Yan wrote a stop pen, and let the gods wanted to buy mud dolls and sugar people from the market town, and play for the group.
The night will sink, Chen He will no longer be afraid to release it. Before he went to bed, he grabbed the shackles of the shackles and asked me: "The old said that the brother is a fox. Can you show me the tail? Soft? Very warm."
After waiting for the release reaction, the dumplings are asleep.
The palm of your hand was placed on the top of Baihui Point of Chenhe's head, and the color of the eye was relieved.
Seven emotions and six desires are the foundation of human beings. If you don’t cry or laugh, you can’t get out of the seven emotions. Fortunately, Chen He is still small and raised around, it is easy for him to laugh and laugh like a normal child.
Put the quilt on the squad, make sure that there is no gap and it will leak the wind, and release the thoughts back to the lie of the long-browed old-fashioned swearing, the fox demon or something is too outrageous.
Although every day in the Heiyuan Valley people take turns, laughing and crying to cry the child, is also helping Chen He to guide the stagnation of the seven emotions, but the release of see them are simply happy, and all kinds of tricks.
This kind of brazenly bullying his younger brother, let the release a little mind.
How to do it?
The squatting glanced around the cave and saw the jade slipped on the bookshelf, suddenly moving in the heart.
Cangyu is usually used by the comprehension community to record the Danfang, and it is carved into a jade ball. It is hung in Chenhe and hidden in the clothes. When Chen He grows up, he can open the jade himself. Jane Dan, curious when reading the contents of these jade -
Released silently.
I thought that every day I would forget the past younger brothers to bully? In the future, let Chen Wo go to them to find their own accounts.
Day after day, the people sitting on the plate in the deep pool of Qingtan still have the small short legs. Every day, they can meet different "good-hearted gods" on the river beach. This group is an old-fashioned comprehension, very happy every day. The rotation runs to bully the children. The story is compiled more than a thrilling and fun. Slowly, the group is no longer a dull wooden figure. The black and white eyes are followed by the "God of the Immortals". The group will only cry and laugh. I don’t believe it.
Ling Feijing, Nanhua Jing, Huainanzi...
The sleek and sleek writing on the scroll gradually changed. After releasing the hand, the scorpion can also use the familiar spiritual power to make it in one go, the silver hook and iron painting, and the sharpness.
Holding a pen with a pitted fist, it gradually became long and powerful, and the silhouette reflected on the paper became more and more handsome.
"Zhao Ran , alone in the block, on the nine days, the next nine."
One day, the light shines into the Dongfu, and the white-shirted teenager runs the pen in one hand, and one hand is behind the body, and suddenly the side is headed. The handsome and delicate eyebrows are like the flying fairy.
"Hey, what's under the table?"
Chen He was puzzled and looked down, as if it were a box, not locked.
Brother is not there, it should be okay to open it.
Every day, three thousand years old, nine years and three thousand, three thousand celery lying quietly in the sandalwood box.
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