"Fu Dou?" Luo Ning was a little startled after identifying Xiao Hei's bloodline through the Ling Daozhu.
If it weren't for Ling Daozhu's induction, he would never have imagined that this cute little black dog with a milky voice could actually be the legendary and notorious Fu Dou.
Ancient books record that if a meteor in July happens to fall into the belly of a female dog that is one month pregnant, the female dog may give birth to a big monster: a fierce dog will fight!
I never imagined that there really are dogs like this in the world.
From records in ancient books, we know that the conditions for the birth of this object are extremely harsh, and it is of course a rare species from heaven and earth.
Fu Dou has a very ordinary appearance, just an ordinary black dog.
But it is good at breathing flames, often brewing monstrous seas of fire, killing countless people, and committing endless crimes. It is a demon with ominous signs!
Therefore, the master chosen by Fu Dou is a ferocious god who brings harm to the world, and is definitely not an ordinary evil person.
"Am I... an ominous villain?" Luo Ning felt strange as he looked at Xiao Hei, who was shaking his head and wagging his tail, rubbing his head affectionately against him.
Xiao Hei likes to follow him, almost inseparable, and firmly believes that he is the master.
Could it be that it can smell out that it is a person who is causing harm to the world?
The question is, how can a good old guy like me, who sweeps the floor and hurts the lives of ants, possibly be a bad guy?
It seems that the records in ancient books are not credible and are just absurd legends.
Xiao Hei's eyes...for some reason, gave Luo Ning a sense of innocence, ignorance and cunning.
Psychological illusion?
Fortunately, Luo Ning knew through Ling Daozhu that although Xiao Hei was of the Dou bloodline, he still had a long way to go before he could grow into a great demon, and it was by no means smooth sailing.
At least until the age of three, it won't cause any harm.
"Brother, what's weird about Xiao Hei?" Su Xian couldn't help but ask.
He didn't know why Luo Ning could tell that he was a genius in alchemy without identifying the magic weapon. This must be his eldest brother's secret.
But you can ask about Xiao Hei’s origins.
Luo Ning said softly: "Hai Dou."
Su Xian has always been knowledgeable, and his expression changed when he heard this.
He didn't say another word, only one thought: "Keep it secret."
As for Fu Dou choosing the eldest brother, whether the eldest brother is a bad person... He doesn't believe it!
Li Dingguo saw Su Xian's expression and understood.
He doesn't know what calamity is, but he knows that it is not a trivial matter and should not be publicized.
"Brother, you can take a shower now." Luo Li came to Luo Ning holding a change of dry and clean clothes.
She put the clothes with the scent of sunshine and soap locust in Luo Ning's hands. She stood up on tiptoes, stretched out her little hand, and gently wiped a little blue paint from Luo Ning's ear, "This."
Under the sunlight, her little face with a bit of fine hair on her face was slightly furry, and her bright and childish eyes were also a little furry.
Green, bright, gentle... full of the brilliant youthfulness of a cardamom girl with a sense of fragmentation.
Like a delicate and fragile blue and white porcelain.
"Li'er." Luo Ning felt the warmth and happiness he had not seen for a long time in his heart. He reached out and touched the tip of the girl's nose, "Your brother and I are already monks."
Luo Li was startled when he heard the words, and for a moment he was lost in confusion. His face was a little cute. Then his eyebrows were raised slightly, and his eyes showed a hint of surprise.
"Brother, what did you say?" The cardamom girl tilted her head slightly, as if she didn't hear what her brother said clearly.
But clearly...
It was clear that her body was trembling a little, like a dormant butterfly when frightened.
Her eyes were clearly brighter, like the brightest star in the sky.
"Sister, I am already a monk." Luo Ning smiled casually and stroked Luo Li's hair.
Under the sun, the boy's smile is like a painting, the bright moon is like a river, and it is like a tree in the spring breeze.
This time, Luo Li really heard it clearly.
Brother, he is a monk.
The surprise that had been brewing suddenly bloomed. The cardamom girl jumped like a rabbit and hugged Luo Ning's neck. Her childish little one... hung entirely on Luo Ning's body.
"Brother, Cai!" Luo Li cheered cheerfully.
She was smiling brightly, but there were tears in her eyes.
Cried with joy.
Luo Li hugged Luo Ning tightly, "Brother...嘤嘤...if my parents knew..."
What does monk mean? Even Luo Li, a country girl, knows it clearly.
Really stand out!
Luo Ning patted his sister on the back and said, "Don't cry when you are away. From now on, you don't have to spin and weave, raise silkworms and feed pigs. Brother, I must make you the eldest lady of the Luo family."
Li Dingguo and Su Xian were also a little sad.
The eldest brother has a sensible sister.
Although she is young, she takes care of everyone in the family.
She even had to wash Li Dingguo and Su Xian's clothes.
The little mouth is also very sweet. We have only known each other for a day, and the second brother is older and the third brother is shorter.
Su Xiandu felt that her younger sister who loved reading and had a gentle temperament was no longer popular.
"Brother." Luo Li burst into tears and smiled, raising his tear-stained face, "What kind of monk are you?"
She knew that there were Confucianism cultivators, martial arts cultivators, Taoist cultivators, Buddhist cultivators...
Where is my brother?
Luo Ning looked a little weird, "It's Ling Xiu. Well, he is practicing Taoism through acting..."
Luo Li understood, and his petal-like mouth couldn't help but open slightly, "Lingxiu? What the hell..."
Luo Ning is not embarrassed, she is the one who is embarrassed.
But she was as smart as ice and snow. Thinking of her brother's previous role as Marshal Wen, she immediately understood.
"Cai!" Luo Li stretched out his thumb and touched Luo Ning's forehead, then left Luo Ning's arms and entered the main room happily.ωωw..net
On the shrine in the main room, there is a spiritual plaque that reads "The spirit of my late husband Luo An".
The Luo family was originally a migrant family. Nineteen years ago, Luo An and his wife Tang Wan came to Maple Leaf Village to buy property and settle down. They were only a generation apart.
Therefore, the Luo family does not have an ancestral hall in this village. Luo An's spiritual tablets can only be offered at home.
Luo Li knelt down in front of his father's spiritual tablet and prayed like a little adult: "Dad, my brother is already a monk, you have to bless me...Does dad know what a spiritual cultivator is?"
Luo Ning could only kneel down and said to this father who was still deeply impressed: "Dad, the child is leaving with his sister."
"...The child will find his mother and the family will be reunited..."
Because of the memory of the original owner, he also has some feelings for his father Luo An.
Dad has not returned home for eight years.
No news.
I still remember that when my father left, he was carrying a blue baggage and riding a donkey.
That spring morning, her mother Tang Wan took the ten-year-old original owner and five-year-old Luo Li and sent him to the entrance of the village.
"Husband, come back soon and have a pleasant journey."
"Daddy, come back soon!"
"Don't worry, madam, I will be back during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Ning'er is obedient and takes care of your sister. Daddy will buy you maltose when he comes back."
Under the morning light, the man with poor clothes and simple luggage set out on the road alone on a donkey.
He took three steps and turned back, waving goodbye to his wife and children, reluctant to leave, his smile filled with sadness of parting.
He just drifted away, into the spring breeze and into the green mountains.
It was said that he would return home during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but he had been away for eight years and had not been heard from since.
In such a world, if you don't return for eight years... you can only bury your bones in a foreign land.
"Dad... where's the maltose you promised?" At some point, Luo Ning smiled with tears in his eyes.