Nine hundred and twentieth IX grandfather grandson
The demonic clone didn't know that Xiao Yan, whom he considered to be the genius of the ancient immortal sect, was being beaten with bruises all over his body.
At this moment, he looked up at the golden cloud in the sky.
He did not use his spiritual consciousness, but relied on his naked eyes.
The center of this calamity cloud is far away from here, at least hundreds of thousands of miles.
This is just the edge of the Tribulation Cloud, not even the edge. It's just an inverted color reflected in the blue sky.
But the demonic clone still dared not let go of his consciousness.
Now he is not in the previous realm. He has reached the realm of Taoism and has touched the Tao. This Tao is Xuan. The next step further is semi-Xuan.
With Taoist intention, once it comes into contact with the calamity cloud, it may lead to fire.
By that time, he will also enter the center of the Mysterious Tribulation. His power will be several times stronger.
The demonic avatar is not sure whether the jade bowl can withstand the mysterious thunder that has increased several times.
One more thing is worse than one less thing. I am still looking at the sea and meditating on the wall of my heart, and I have no time to separate myself.
If the demonic clone is lost here, the loss will be unbearable for the deity. Without the clone, the two bodies cannot be integrated into one, and the strongest fighting power cannot be exerted.
The demonic clone is not an ordinary clone, but the Nascent Soul from the original deity, which is irreplaceable.
As the golden clouds covered the place, the next moment the wind suddenly began to tremble, drizzle fell on the curtains, and then turned into a heavy downpour in an instant.
Strong winds came one after another from hundreds of thousands of miles away, rolling up sand and rocks wherever they passed, and even the towering trees were uprooted.
These towering trees were shattered into pieces the moment they were uprooted, and sawdust fell all over the ground with the rain.
It's just that the place where the two of them were standing was too far away from the center of the calamity cloud, and it was already the tail of the wind.
But even so, the trees were swaying and trembling. The branches and leaves of the trees with spiritual fruits were swaying, and there was a constant thumping sound.
This was the falling spirit fruit, which exploded when it hit the ground. This made the girl feel very distressed.
The girl didn't know that someone in the distance was going through the Mysterious Tribulation, nor did she know what the Mysterious Tribulation was.
When the girl went through the Mysterious Tribulation, she had no idea. As soon as the calamity cloud descended, it was dispersed by the power of the Fire Spirit Pearl.
The Fire Spirit Bead belongs to the source of Taoism and is a sacred object of Hongmeng Houtian. The power contained in it is naturally a level higher than the rules of Xuanjie, so it was washed away.
She just thought it was going to rain.
The girl quickly took out a long piece of cloth from her sleeve and hurriedly picked the fruits from the tree.
The girl has no storage bag, no storage ring. She doesn't even have a spiritual weapon. She doesn't even have a natal mysterious weapon, and she has never seen a spiritual stone.
This is probably the poorest second step in the world.
The girl picked one tree after another. There were not many spiritual fruits on these trees, only about four or five on each tree.
After all, this is a mysterious fruit, extremely precious. Even if it is placed in the outside world, each one can make the second-step monks fight for blood, and can be sold for a sky-high price.
The heavy rain fell from high altitude to mid-air, and finally fell on the muddy ground. As the water seeped in, it became muddy.
It's just that the rain couldn't get close to the demonic clone, but it soaked the girl, and the constant splashing of mud also splashed all over the girl's plain clothes.
Bit by bit, it looks like a stained hibiscus.
Suddenly, a loud thunderbolt sounded, deafening, one followed by eleven.
This sudden thunder made the girl pale with fright, and she shook off the freshly collected fruits while her body trembled.
The fruits fell to the ground, rolled gurglingly, and some of them split into several petals.
The girl quickly bent down to the ground, held her head in her hands, and cried as loudly as she could.
"...."
The demonic clone was startled when he saw this scene. He hurriedly stepped out and came to the girl.
When he walked in front of the girl, the rain curtains in all directions dispersed instantly.
Only the girl's hair was soaked, and so was her whole body.
Water droplets flowed down her temples and from her hair.
When the demonic clone walked in and squatted down, the girl suddenly hugged him, and her crying became even more intense.
"Are you afraid of thunder?" The demonic clone felt the coolness and trembling coming from the girl's body.
"Well..." the girl sobbed softly.
The demonic clone hesitated again, and finally reached out and patted the girl's back, whispering: "Don't cry, I'm here. This thunder can't hit you."
The girl cried and sobbed: "I have had no parents since I was a child. My mother had a difficult time giving birth to me. Later, when I was three years old, my father was drafted and went to the battlefield and never came back..."
"Later on, my grandma took care of me, but when I was seven years old, one rainy night... my grandma died of illness."
These are just a few words, and anyone who hears them will be calm. But who can know that these few words are all the longings in the girl's heart.
The demonic clone is silent, which is why the girl is afraid of thunder. I am afraid that no one would think that a powerful second-step person would be afraid of thunder.
This will be very detrimental to the girl in the future. Although there are not many monks who know how to use thunder, there are still many. If she meets a strong person who uses thunder to achieve enlightenment in the second step, the girl will definitely die.
The demonic clone involuntarily hugged the girl tightly, patted her back gently, and spoke in a low voice, with memories in her eyes.
He is the one who abandoned all the negativity, including the deeper emotions, the scenes hidden in the heart, and the dream-like past events that were revealed for the first time.
Thoughts have accumulated over time and have long since melted into a deep pool. There are some things that, as a person, I am afraid I will never forget.
"When I was a child... my favorite thing was to be by the fields in the countryside, listening to the chirping of frogs and insects, and watching the green screen of fireflies. What I liked even more was to look at the sky in my grandma's arms.
Star, listen to her story."
"I remember that grandma once said that her husband, my grandfather, was the luckiest thing in his life. He left the most precious fire in this world, which will illuminate us with his remaining light in the sky."
"So, your grandma is still by your side, but in a different way. If you look up, you can see the brightest star."
After hearing this, the girl stopped crying. She quickly raised her head, only to see that in addition to the rain curtain, the sky was still a rain curtain. It was a dark sky with no stars.
She was a little disappointed, but when she lowered her head, she saw stars floating all around her.
A huge bright moon suddenly appeared behind the old man in front of him. The light seemed to break through all the darkness and disperse all the red curtains, leaving only the clear light.
"This moon is your grandma. Her light overshadows all the stars. Just so that you can see her at a glance,"
The moon companion stood opposite and reflected the girl's figure. There were no tears flowing out of her eyes. She was just blinking.
"What about grandpa's grandma, grandpa's grandma?"
The demonic clone smiled and said: "I believe that my grandma is still alive and waiting for me to go back. As for my grandpa, he is also this bright moon. People in the world, those who are most important in their hearts and have passed away, all live in the bright moon.
In the starry sky, look at the person they miss so much so that they can see it at a glance."
"Then...will grandpa live in the moon in the future?" The girl leaned forward and asked face to face, her white hair clearly reflected in her eyes.
The demonic clone shook his head and said with a smile: "I won't go, because I still have very important things to do, so I won't die. Because there are some people, and probably only I can remember them deeply in my heart."
"That's grandpa...won't he die?"
There was still the sound of thunder in her ears, like the beginning of the world. But at this moment, the girl seemed to have not heard it. She could only see the white-haired man in front of her.
The demonic clone nodded and said, "I won't die."
The girl suddenly laughed, with light in her eyes, and said, "Grandpa, can you be my grandpa? In that case, I will always have a grandpa."
"Grandpa?" The demonic clone was startled, but subconsciously, he blurted out: "Okay."
The girl nodded obediently and said happily: "I have a grandpa, and I know that grandma is always by my side. That way, I don't have to be afraid of thunder."
Perhaps the girl's innocence touched the mind of the demonic clone, causing him to subconsciously agree.
He is not his true self, he is a demon who has given up all the distracting thoughts. Although he no longer has any evil thoughts, he is still a demon after all. But at this moment, he is truly smiling.
A person's smile can be divided into many types, such as a bitter smile, a fake smile, and a hypocritical smile. But the demonic clone is laughing at this moment.
The true laughter that comes from the heart is also the first time that laughter is revealed.
"Grandpa... I didn't expect that I would become this girl's grandfather. As for me, I think he will agree. After all, he is good and I am evil."
"Even I agree, there is no reason why he can't agree."
The girl stretched out her hand to wipe the tears on her face. She lowered her head and saw that there was a spiritual fruit next to it, but it only broke the surface.
She picked up the spirit fruit and used her sleeves to
Zi carefully wiped the dirt on the fruit, and when it was clean, he handed it to the demonic clone.
"Grandpa, you eat."
"Okay." The demonic clone nodded and took the spirit fruit from the girl's hand.
With this bite, the demonic clone's body suddenly trembled.
This spiritual fruit is naturally sweet, but for some reason, this fruit makes him feel even sweeter, as sweet as honey.
"What's your name?" The demonic clone just took a bite, remembering that he didn't know the girl's name yet.
"Grandpa, my name is Chu Yi. You can call me Xiaoyi. That's what grandma called me."
"Surnamed Chu?" The demonic clone was also startled when he heard the words. He murmured in his heart.
"The same surname is Chu, maybe this is the so-called fate." The demonic clone handed back the spiritual fruit with only a small bite in his hand and said: "Xiaoyi, you eat it."
"Yeah!" Chu Yi smiled widely when she heard the call, and her eyes narrowed into crescent moons.
She ate the spiritual fruit and listened to the thunder. She thought for a while and said, "Grandpa, why is this thunder so loud? It is dozens of times louder than the thunder I have heard before."
"Because someone is going through the tribulation." The demonic clone replied,
"Overcoming the tribulation?" Chu Yi was confused and blinked at the demonic clone.
The demonic clone thought for a while and explained: "It's just someone standing under the thundercloud and letting the lightning strike."
Chu Yi's eyes widened after hearing this. After a long time, she said: "Wow! This is a master! He is really a master! In the tribe, I only saw the village goddess asking for rain, but she also
Don’t you dare stand under the thundercloud and be struck by lightning.”
"...."
The demonic clone was stunned again and was about to speak. The sound of thunder suddenly stopped.
He raised his head and looked at the distant sky. The golden clouds were already dissipating, and the mysterious thunder no longer fell.
"There are twelve mysterious tribulations, and this is only the second wave and has dissipated. The person who overcame the tribulation failed..."
Gossip on the sidelines: I don’t know why I wrote it like this. Maybe you will find it confusing. Originally, this chapter was about the battle of the geniuses. As I was writing it, I suddenly thought of my grandma.
My grandma is eighty-five years old this year. She has five grandsons. I am the youngest. Among the five grandsons, she loves me the most. Since my parents are away from home, she has raised me since I was a child. I sleep with her and sleep together every morning.
She sent me to school, picked me up after school, for fear that I would get lost, and then cooked for me and told me stories at night. It was ordinary, but this life can never be erased from my heart.
A few days ago, when I was on leave, my grandma suddenly suffered from a heart attack and was sent to the city's No. 1 Hospital for emergency treatment. She was rescued at that time, but the doctor said her condition was very bad and could relapse at any time, so there was little hope of surgery.
Miao, I stayed with my grandma in those days, for fear that she would not be able to see me for the last time, which would become a regret in my life. On the third day, my heart rate suddenly became abnormal, and I had to be rescued many times, over and over again.
In the end, the doctor asked him to send his body home when he was still alive, otherwise the body would not be sent home after death. This is because here we insist that people enter the ancestral hall after death. If you die outside, it is unlucky and you cannot enter. So.
, several elders agreed with the doctor’s persuasion and sent him home.
That day, I cried for a long time and didn't sleep all night. It was like the plot of a movie. The doctor said that I would not survive until midnight. I originally thought that I would lose my grandma that day, but miraculously I remained stable until the afternoon. Then, fortunately, some of my elders couldn't bear it.
I just watched my grandma die on the bed at home. I was ready to take a chance and was sent to the Provincial No. 1 Hospital.
The day before yesterday, I had a cardiac stent to stabilize my heart rate, and tomorrow I will have cardiovascular surgery. The doctor there said that on the day of the surgery, I can only see whether my grandma can hold on.
I hope that the most important people in everyone's heart who have passed away can look at the people they care about in the brightest place. I also don't hope that my grandma really wants to live in that moon.
Of her five grandchildren, I am the only one who has yet to marry and have children. I don’t want this to become a regret in my life. I don’t want my future children to have never met the great-grandmother who loved her father the most.
Please forgive me for nagging, it's almost three o'clock. I've gone to bed and have to get up early tomorrow.