black.

Silent black.

"What's this?"

"Uh, where is this?" Ling Qi woke up and saw a ball of pure white light. He lowered his head and looked at himself, ah, he also turned into a ball of white light.

"Who are you?"

"I, I seem..." Memories flooded through Ling Qi's mind, that unwilling drinking buddy, that sword that made people despair. I should be dead, so is this the world after death?

"Who are you?" Ling Qi realized that it was the white dumpling in front of him calling him.

"Are you asking me?"

"yes."

"My name is Ling Qi, who are you?" Looking at the surrounding environment, there is endless darkness and nothing. Why is there nothing in the world after death, and there are only two people, what kind of double room.

"My name is Ye Hansheng, why are you here?" Listening to the voice, I feel that you are not very old. Forget it, why are you thinking so much when you are dead?

"Because I'm dead." Ling Qi felt it was necessary to remind the guy in front of him.

"What on earth are you!" No, I thought wrong. This is not the world after death, but my chest was penetrated.

He thought for a moment, then simply asked: "Wait a minute, where is this place?"

The dumpling opposite was silent for a moment and replied: "This is the ring my mother gave me. Who are you?"

"Ring?" Ling Qi felt more and more strange, but since he said it was given by his mother, could it be? The fairy with mysophobia came to mind, and he quickly dropped this idea, "What's your mother's name?"

?”

"Xiao Qianxue, my mother is so beautiful."

It's okay if it's not, but he feels a little disappointed in his heart. He hopes to hear that name, even that surname, at least it means that she is coming out. No, this little white dumpling in front of him, why does he feel younger?

.

"Wait a minute. How old are you, Ye Hansheng?"

The little white dumpling in front of him was silent again for a while, and then a very small voice came out: "Four years old, what's wrong? I'm not afraid of you."

Four years old, that should be easy to deceive, bah, easy to say: "Uh, I think I may have misunderstood something."

Ling Qi had a conversation with the child in front of him, and roughly knew that this child's family was from the Yu Dynasty. It was not a big family, but his ancestor was an official. He was the eldest son of his Ye family, and there were other family members in the family.

He didn’t know what a twelve-year-old sister told him about the Mo family. In the end, he passed

After asking him about the town he had stayed in before, he found out that it was three hundred years after his death. Three hundred years. Looking at his current appearance, Ling Qi sighed. He probably guessed that Mo Haulan

What methods did you use to put your soul here, but you still feel extremely lost in your heart.

"You seem unhappy?" Sensing Ling Qi's mood, Ye Hansheng asked softly.

Only then did Ling Qi realize that he had lost his composure. Forget it, the little dumpling in front of him was a child after all, and his mood should not be brought to the child. It was better to go find the child's parents and ask about the specific situation: "It's nothing, by the way, you said

This ring was given to you by your mother, where is your mother?"

I thought it was just a small problem, but when Ye Hansheng heard it, he was silent for a while, and then his voice was full of tears and shouted: "My mother, my father said that my mother was killed by me."

Ling Qi just felt overwhelmed when he heard that. No, I really can't deal with a child: "Don't cry, make it clear."

"Wow wow... my mother... wow wow..."

Listening to the endless crying, he was a little at a loss. No, he no longer has any siblings: "No, what is the situation? This is, you really don't cry, I can't hear what you said!"

"

After calming the child's emotions, Ling Qi asked about the situation. When his mother was pregnant with him, she was followed by thieves when she returned to the sect. She was stabbed in the body while fighting with the thieves. She fell ill in bed after giving birth to him and died soon after.

Died of illness. Ling Qi sighed again after hearing this. No wonder his father said this, poor boy.

Looking at the little dumpling in front of him who finally stopped crying, Ling Qi sighed and consoled him: "So don't cry. Your mother doesn't want you to be a crybaby."

Ye Hansheng's voice was still crying: "How do you know."

Ling Qi actually found it a little funny: "Because, no parent wants to see their child cry."

Speaking of which, with a miserable life experience and a magical ring, this kid looks a bit like the protagonist in the Internet article about the world over there! Then, wait a minute, am I that grandpa? Ling Qi felt weird in his heart, and then

Looking at the little white dumpling in front of me, I gradually had an idea in my mind.

Thinking about the four-year-old boy in front of him, Ling Qi felt like a magician: "Do you want to make your father happy?"

"Can you do it?"

Ling Qi simply said: "Ye Hansheng, I have seen situations like yours many times before. So do you want to do it or not?"

"think."

The kid can be taught. I asked whether he would accept a disciple according to the routine in the Internet article, so he continued: "Then you..." However, looking at the pure little white dumpling in front of me, forget it, I am just pretending to be a mortal.

Grandpa, I don’t know if you are a child of luck, but I want to do something, so I will teach you something, at least let you understand that your father does not really blame you, "You call me Ling

Brother."

"Why."

Ling Qi found the reason quickly: "Of course it's because I'm older than you."

Ye Hansheng was silent for a moment and whispered: "Brother Ling."

Listening to the words "Brother Ling", Ling Qi thought in a bad way that he was now like a boss taking in a younger brother. Looking at the little dumpling with white light in front of him, Ling Qi wanted to take a look and see the future of this little guy.

What kind of chemical reaction will occur under my own influence and in this world of immortality?

Ling Qijiang corrected his attitude and said to Ye Hansheng: "I don't want to lie to you. I am not some fairy grandpa, nor am I a plug-in launcher. I will only tell you some stories, stories from another world."

Ye Hansheng didn't understand and asked doubtfully: "What's the use of listening to stories."

Ling Qi: "Are you literate now?"

"My father said that students should not be admitted to school until they are six years old."

"You are illiterate now, can't read, and don't know the importance of books. If you are illiterate, then I can only tell you to listen. Books are a good thing. There is a house of gold in the book, and the beauty in the book is like jade." Ling Qi's

The books from his previous life came to mind. He couldn't teach this child to become a strong man, but at least he could keep him from going astray. "So, will you listen to my story?"

"I want to listen."

Looking at Ye Hansheng whose tone became sincere, Ling Qi thought about it and said slowly: "You are only four years old, so let me start with... a monkey." Ling Qi actually didn't remember much of the content. After all,

I actually watch more TV series, but while I was half recalling and half thinking about how to say it, I still showed a different world to my four-year-old child.

Qi actually didn't expect Ye Hansheng to really understand anything. After all, he was only four years old. As for why he mentioned monkeys first, it wasn't that he was possessed by Wenzhao Gong, the weight of the four famous works. The main reason was that he couldn't think of a thousand and zero for a while.

One Night, Aesop's Fables. I am indeed the most embarrassing one among the time-travelers. Why didn't I read two more books in the first place? I will regret it when the books are used.

"Are you a little tired?" Seeing that the dumpling in front of him had no light, Ling Qi stopped his story and asked. Although he didn't understand why he and Ye Hansheng were both dumplings in this ring, he could

I saw that the white light on my body was still there, but the white light on Ye Hansheng's body became dimmed over time. I guessed it was related to the power of the soul, but I didn't know whether it was because of his age or because he was dead and had no physical restraints.

"But, you haven't finished telling your story yet." Xiao Tuanzi's voice still had some unfinished meaning, but Ling Qi could already hear the tiredness.

"You can continue telling the story anytime, I can't run away." Ling Qi didn't care about the story. He was just thinking about how he would recall those fairy tales now. There are some dark places in classics, and those true stories

I don't know how to say it.

"Brother Ling, I'm leaving."

"good."

Looking at the dark world in front of him, he tried to scroll a little, but he could move. He just looked at the same scenery everywhere, and after thinking about it, he was afraid that Ye Hansheng could not find him, so he simply lay down on the spot and went to sleep.

"Brother Ling, I'm here."

"Ah, how long have you been gone?" Ling Qi opened his eyes and looked at the little dumpling in front of him. Only then did he realize that he had no sense of time here. Speaking of which, this kid didn't have any defensive intentions. It stands to reason that he would see him now.

The one who arrived should be his father or other elders. But that's fine, he just wants to learn things quickly.

"It was already dark when I went back, and it's early morning now."

That's not right. According to common sense, shouldn't you rest for several days before coming in? Is this child special or this ring is special? Ling Qi heard some excited voices, but he was too lazy to think about that. "So you came here after sleeping.

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"I want to hear the back story."

"Where did we talk about yesterday?"

"Speaking of Patriarch Bodhi accepting disciples."

"Then continue today."

While Ling Qi was telling the story, he was also asking for some information from the outside world. When he confirmed that Ye Hansheng's father would not strictly discipline him, he made a three-part agreement with Ye Hansheng.

First, listening to stories cannot affect normal life.

Second, if you don’t understand something, you can ask directly.

Third, write down the time every time you listen to a story.

Ling Qi suddenly thought that he was lucky to have been in a coma before. Otherwise, if he had spent three hundred years in a sober state, he might have gone crazy. With the appearance of this dumpling, there is no place to commit suicide. How can those immortals endure it?

If you have lived in solitude and practiced hard for so many years, maybe you are really not suitable for cultivating immortality.

So after finishing talking about monkeys and talking about magic lamps, and finishing talking about princesses and talking about princes, the days passed day by day.
Chapter completed!