That night, Xie Zhuoxing fell asleep with background sounds from both sides.

There was a weird sound of broken bones coming from Xie Wanyou's side, and from Feng Ranzhou's side, there was the crackling sound of burning fire, sometimes mixed with a few suppressed screams.

Xie Zhuoxing had a dream. In the dream, his mother was chopping chicken, while Uncle Fox was lighting a fire nearby and setting up a pot.

It squatted next to it and wagged its tail expectantly, feeling very bright.

This is a scene that really happened in reality. That day, it hunted a pheasant. After returning from Yuncheng, her mother and Uncle Fox helped it stew the chicken.

Perhaps because this chicken was the first prey it caught, Xie Zhuoxing felt that it was the best chicken soup he had ever tasted.

The scene in the dream was so beautiful that when it woke up, it felt a little sad.

The communication symbol has dimmed, and her mother has not come back yet. Xie Zhuoxing lowered his ears, lay down alone in the nest and licked his paws, then reluctantly cheered up, poked his head out of the hole left by the cat's nest, and secretly observed the situation in the room.

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Taoist Xuanming was talking to an uncle it didn't know. Probably because he was afraid of waking it up, he had set up a soundproof barrier around the cat's nest in advance, so it couldn't hear any sound.

Xie Zhuoxing lowered his upper body, stretched his forelimbs, stretched out, and then slowly got out of the cat's nest.

Taoist Xuanming noticed that the cub woke up, and his sullen face relaxed visibly. He no longer paid attention to the Xuancang disciple, stretched out his hands, and lowered himself to hug the cub: "Oh, our little Bai is awake."

Xie Zhuoxing took the initiative to fly into Taoist Xuanming's arms, narrowed his eyes, yawned, and said softly: "Good morning, grandpa~"

Taoist Xuanming happily hugged the cub and bumped it around. He took a look at its cat's nest and asked worriedly: "This nest doesn't look big. Is it crowded for Xiaobai to sleep? Why don't we go to Grandpa's soft couch?"

Go to sleep."

In fact, when Taoist Xuanming saw Xie Wanyou taking out this cat nest, he was already a little puzzled. The place he had was so big, and it wasn't like he didn't have room to make a bigger bed for Xiaobai. Why should he be so polite to him?

Prepare such a cat nest.

Although it's quite interesting to look at and soft to touch... the space is too small.

Can the child sleep comfortably?

Hearing this, Xie Zhuoxing quickly explained to Taoist Xuanming: "It's not crowded. Xiaobai likes to sleep in a small nest because...it feels very safe."

When his mother was around, he slept with her and was not afraid of anything.

But his mother is not here, so he sleeps alone in an empty and quiet room, always worried about some monster coming out of the darkness.

A small space like a cat's nest is full of security for it.

Xie Zhuoxing explained sheepishly: "Xiaobai is not a coward, he is just a little scared occasionally..."

Taoist Xuanming was a little confused at first, but he didn't understand until he heard the reason.

He didn't speak for a while, then reached out and touched the cub's little head: "Xiao Bai is certainly not a coward, but a very brave and tenacious child."

When Xie Zhuoxing was praised by Taoist Xuanming, the tips of his ears trembled slightly and he couldn't help but wag his tail happily.

It suddenly remembered something and hooked the corner of Taoist Xuanming's clothes with its claws: "Grandpa, can you teach Xiaobai how to learn idioms?"

"Learn idioms?" Taoist Xuanming was a little surprised. The child is so young and hasn't even learned how to change his form. Why would he want to learn idioms?

What a good boy who loves to learn.

"Okay, grandpa just has nothing to do," Taoist Xuanming became interested, put the cub on his desk, and asked it: "Xiaobai, are you literate now?"

Literate?

Xie Zhuoxing was stunned, shook his head in embarrassment, and then asked curiously: "Can't you learn idioms and be literate at the same time?"

"That won't work, you have to do it step by step." Seeing that the cub seemed to understand but not understand, Taoist Xuanming stacked one book on top of another, and then continued to stack books on top: "Learning this matter is like

We stack the books together. Only when we have a good foundation can we study layer by layer. If we don’t have a good foundation, it will be like this - "

Taoist Xuanming took out the bottom book, and the top book suddenly moved to one side.

Tilt, fall into one piece.

Xie Zhuoxing understood: "So, Xiaobai needs to be literate first in order to learn idioms better?"

Taoist Xuanming said happily: "That's what it means."

Xie Zhuoxing was not discouraged and immediately said: "Then Xiaobai, let's start learning literacy!"

Taoist Xuanming had two disciples. He only guided them in sword practice, but had no experience in teaching children to read, so he could only use the simplest and most simple method——

He wrote down a word and then taught Xiaobai the meaning of the word.

Taoist Xuanming thought that the efficiency of such teaching must be very low, but to his surprise, Xiaobai's memory was completely beyond ordinary people. He only had to explain it once, and Xiaobai could quickly memorize it.

Taoist Xuanming didn't believe in evil at first, so he randomly pointed at a word he had learned and asked questions, and Xie Zhuoxing could answer it fluently.

Moreover, Taoist Xuanming also discovered that the cub could imitate the strokes of his handwriting exactly once he saw it, and even the glyphs were not much different from his handwriting.

Xie Zhuoxing raised his paws stained with ink and looked up at Taoist Xuanming uncertainly: "Grandpa, am I writing correctly?"

Taoist Xuanming: "..."

After all, Xiaobai is the little genius that Mr. Xie picked up from somewhere. His memory and imitation ability are so incredible!

By the end of the teaching, Taoist Xuanming was already numb.

He simply asked people to go to the mountain to find a copy of "Ci Yuan Guang Yun" for children's enlightenment, and let the children learn from the dictionary.

After Xie Zhuoxing got the dictionary, he calmed down and stared at the content in the book, studying very seriously.

Taoist Xuanming touched the child's fluffy little head, full of love and affection.

Who doesn’t like children who work hard to make progress?

Xie Zhuoxing read the book for a long time, suddenly remembered something, and asked Taoist Xuanming with some embarrassment: "Grandpa, can you teach Xiaobai how to write your mother's name first?"

Taoist Xuanming naturally understood its little intention and happily agreed, taking out his pen and writing down Xie Wanyou's name.

Xie Zhuoxing followed Taoist Xuanming's strokes, dipped his paws in ink, supported the table with one paw, and carefully wrote his mother's name on the rice paper.

After finishing writing, Xie Zhuoxing squatted in front of the rice paper, looking down at his mother's name written by himself, his tail swaying quietly behind him.

It turns out that my mother’s name is written like this...

Xie Zhuoxing's black claws stained with ink couldn't help but bloom. It looked at what he had written and then what Taoist Xuanming had written. It always felt that it was not as good-looking as the one written by his grandfather.

Taoist Xuanming saw that the child was stunned and didn't move, and wrote another name: "Look, this is Xiaobai's name, Xie Zhuoxing."

Xie Zhuoxing wrote his own name just below Xie Wanyou's.

Taoist Xuanming teased it and said: "Who does Xiaobai want to write about the next name?"

Xie Zhuoxing thought distressedly for a moment, looked at the blank space under his name, moved the mustache on the side of his face, and said something in a voice like a mosquito.

Taoist Xuanming didn't hear clearly: "What?"

The tips of Xie Zhuoxing's ears were stained with a hint of crimson, and he mustered up the courage to say it again.

After hearing this clearly, Taoist Xuanming was greatly puzzled. As he picked up his pen to write, he muttered: "It's really weird... why do you have to write the name of my fifth junior brother?"

Xie Zhuoxing, out of his own selfishness, wrote Feng Ranzhou's name under his own name.

Looking at the three names, the tips of his ears trembled slightly, and he thought badly in his heart that if he wrote them like this, Uncle Fox would be trampled under his paws.

It’s not because it likes Uncle Fox a little bit!

This morning, he was writing and reading, and by noon, he became sleepy earlier.

Taoist Xuanming washed its paws and carried it back to the cat's nest to sleep.

Rong Du came to visit his second senior brother. He didn't see the cub, so he asked.

"Xiao Bai went to take a nap. He must have been tired after studying Chinese calligraphy all morning." Taoist Xuanming cleared up the rice paper on the table and couldn't help but tell his junior brother: "This kid is really smart, no matter what calligraphy he has."

, you will know it as soon as you learn it! Look, these are all written by a novice!"

Rong Du stepped forward, picked up a piece of paper, and looked at

The line swept over the handwriting on it, and his eyes suddenly moved: "Even the handwriting is similar to that of senior brother..."

"Yes, Xiaobai still wrote with his little claws, I don't know how he did it..."

Rong Du gave a faint hum and looked through the rice papers.

Xie Zhuoxing had only written a few pages all morning, so Rong Du read them very quickly. When he turned to the last page, his eyes paused and stopped at the three names in it.

There are many words on this piece of rice paper, arranged very neatly. Only these three stacked names occupy a corner on the left side, leaving a blank space around them, which seems a bit abrupt.

Rong Du stared at the three names put together for a moment and asked, "Why did Xiaobai write the name of the fifth senior brother here?"

Taoist Xuanming replied nonchalantly: "How can I guess the child's thoughts? It must have suddenly occurred to him."

Rong Du turned his eyes back to the three names on the paper.

Since giving birth to the inner demon, his emotions and desires have been turned upside down. While he is irritable and irritable, his mind has also become more sensitive. Even though the inner demon has been cured, this sensitivity has not dissipated.

Even though he kept telling himself that this might just be a coincidence, new doubts still kept rising in his heart.

Why did Xiaobai write these three names together?

Obviously, to Xiao Bai, Feng Ranzhou should be just a stranger who is out of reach - or to be more precise, a stranger who has met a few times.

What is the reason for a child to write the name of a person he is not close to in life together with his own and his mother's names?
To be continued...