Chapter 2 Calm World
Not long after they left, they just turned the corner. Suddenly, two figures appeared behind them. It was the father and grandson of the storyteller, who sent Jiang Chen to leave.
After a moment, the little girl was about to speak when the old man looked cautious and said solemnly, "Here, you have to call me grandpa."
The little girl looked gloomy when she heard it, but there was also a trace of disdain on her face and said, "Is he the person you are looking for?"
The storyteller's eyes flashed like a torch and said, "Yes, I've been waiting for this person for a long time."
The little girl laughed and said, "What's so special about this person? There is a little something about slippery.
"What do you know? He is much more useful than you." The storyteller countered.
"Ha ha, the little girl was not angry, but just sneered and said, "Why did you let him go?"
I only saw the storyteller's face, which was full of anger, and his face was full of pride. He said deeply, "Don't worry."
“.... Well, after this is done, I hope you will do what you promised. The little girl frowned slightly and sighed.
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Jiang Chen drank wine and arrived at the door. Looking around, the house is built of earth walls and built outside. Fine cracks have appeared on the walls around the house, and the tiles on the roof are also a little broken. The house is surrounded by weeds. The only well outside the well outside is covered with moss. It is hard to imagine that there are people living here.
Jiang Chen walked into the room. After a moment, a faint light rose in the darkness, swaying, as if it was about to go out. He lit an oil lamp and saw that the wick burned very short.
"Bad dad, your wine is ready." Jiang Chen shouted.
"Bad Daddy? Dad?" Jiang Chen didn't respond for a long time. He shouted a few times in a row and walked into the inner room to have a look.
A thrilling picture!
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Jiang Chen's father, Jiang Yifeng, lay**, staring at the boss and staring straight at the roof. His face was bloodless, his face was pale and motionless.
Jiang Chen's body was shocked, and there was an unbelievable look on his face. There was a faint feeling that he didn't dare to think about it.
He walked over and gently shook Jiang Yifeng, but his whole body was cold!
Dead!
Jiang Chen's father suddenly died at home!
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He was shocked by thunder, with an unbelievable look on his face and muttered, "How could Dad die?"
He paused, used all his strength, shook Jiang Yifeng vigorously, and shouted, "Dad, wake up quickly, damn dad, stinky dad." For a long time, there was still no response.
Two lines of tears flowed down so quietly.
Jiang Chen suddenly became an orphan.
Jiang Chen knelt here, as if the sky was about to fall.
He wanted to cry loudly, but his heart was depressed and blocked. Unexpectedly, he just cried silently and quietly.
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The candlelight gradually went out, and the room was dark, like a dead silence!
Black clouds cover the moon, and it is even darker. Everything is shrouded in darkness, and the darkness extends infinitely around, boundless. In a dark and narrow hut, only one person can be heard crying silently in the dark and gasping slightly...
In the darkness, two figures flashed. In such a quiet environment, it seems more and more mysterious.
"I didn't expect him to be a filial son." A sigh came from the mouth of a little girl.
At a close look, they are the grandfathers and grandchildren of storytellers.
"Yes, is this also part of your plan?" The little girl looked up at the storyteller and whispered.
"Yes." A chill flashed in the storyteller's eyes.
The little girl stared at the storyteller for a while and said slowly, "What do you plan to do next?"
But he didn't answer her, just sneered and strode to Jiang Chen's house.
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In the darkness, an invisible hand seemed to come in.
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"Little brother, what's wrong?"
A gentle voice came from Jiang Chen's back. Jiang Chen suddenly turned around and saw an old gentleman standing behind him, followed by a little girl.
"How did you get in?" Jiang Chen was stunned and hesitated.
Seeing the old man smiling and saying, "The two of us passed by here and heard crying in the room, so we came in and have a look."
He shook his head and was speechless. He seemed to believe it and never thought about why they came here at night.
He rubbed his eyes with his hands, wiped away his tears, and took a deep breath, "I know you. You are the storyteller." After a while, he hugged Jiang Yifeng, his hands trembled slightly, and his eyes were all on Jiang Yifeng. He did not look up and shook his head: "My father... he is dead..."
At the end of the word, Jiang Chen was silent again.
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After a long time, the storyteller said slowly, "I can regenerate your father."
Although the voice was very small, Jiang Chen was suddenly stunned, and an incredible expression appeared on his face, as well as a little excitement. In addition to panic, his whole body trembled slightly and was excited. Suddenly, I felt that in the darkness, a trace of dawn shone in, as if I had grabbed a life-saving straw before drowning.
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"Really?" Jiang Chendao seems to be a little speechless.
The storyteller took a look at Jiang Chen, and his eyes flashed with a light. He was silent and stared at Jiang Chen. The little sister-in-law beside him was also silent, which seemed to be slightly thoughtful.
After a while, "Tomorrow, after you bury your father, come to the City God Temple to find me." The storyteller threw down a sentence and took his granddaughter away.
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The next morning.
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On this day, the sky was gloomy and dark clouds drooped, making people feel breathless.
The wind and clouds over the sky changed color, and the black clouds condensed rapidly, and there was a dense and dull thunder sound in the thick and frightening clouds.
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The rainstorm is like a note, and the water is flowing horizontally.
Jiang Chen stood silently in a remote valley and looked down at the grave in front of him.
There was a dripping sound of raindrops in my ears, but it seemed to be silent, as if I was in a mysterious void.
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Everything is close and far away from the people inside.
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The rainstorm in the valley became silent, like a dark surging waves, drowning people out of breath.
Between heaven and earth, it seems that he is the only one left.
"Dad, I will definitely let you be reborn. No matter what the old gentleman asks me to do, I will promise." With a heart, he threw down a sentence and left silently.
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At the gate of the City God Temple.
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Seeing that the grandfather and grandson had already been waiting here, Jiang Chen saw this and walked over.
As soon as I came forward, I saw the little girl coming over. I hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice, "Has your father been buried?"
Jiang Chen was silent for a moment and did not answer, but nodded. Seeing the storyteller looking up and down at himself, he wondered, "What do you need me to do?"
The storyteller turned his back and said, "Follow me."
Then they called a carriage, and the three of them got into the carriage, and the horses' hoofs went out of the city.
Jiang Chen looked out of the window and was stunned. Goodbye to Dad, goodbye to Su Xiaodong.
When the carriage arrived in the suburbs, the speed was like lightning, and the tide was as fast as chasing the wind. The sky outside the window is even more moving. The sun and the moon alternate, and the day is like ten breaths. After this, Jiang Chen is looking at the outside at this moment. "When you arrive, get out of the car" A dull sound woke him up like ice water. Outside the window is also shining brightly. The sun is shining in the sky, and the sky is no longer changes so fast.
Jiang Chen quickly got out of the car. What's more magical is that there is no groom right in the front of the car!
Jiang Chen was still admiring the ability of the storyteller and interrupted him with a cold hum, "Why are you in a daze? Why are you still coming?"
Jiang Chen looked up and saw that the grandfather and grandson had been ten feet away from him, so he silently followed him and looked around. The scenery was beautiful, and the flowers were in full bloom. The green grass had just received last night's bath. Now he was softly receiving the baptism of the morning light, and the grass showed a little faint green from the wetness. In intention, even if it is full of vitality.
At a glance, this is actually the top of the mountain! How did the horse come up!
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The two stood on the edge of the cliff. He walked over and looked at it. The green mountains stretched endlessly, towering and overlapping, like the undulating waves on the blue sea, but the majestic mountains brought a very different beauty. The hazy distant mountains seem to be shrouded in a layer of light veil, shadows, looming, far and near in the ethereal clouds and smoke, and their appearance is as if they are far away, like a few light ink, sprinkled in the blue sky. Although the mountain is speechless, it is not silent. The waterfall flying down 3,000 feet in the distance, under the cliff, a small river stretches and slaps the cliffs from time to time. It is cheerful and carefree.
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"Do you know where this is?" The storyteller stared at him and suddenly said.
Jiang Chen looked confused and shook his head.
"In fact, I don't know where this is," the storyteller said lightly, "But this is another world in the same place, which used to be Kunlun Mountain - Gongsun family!" A fine light flashed in the eyes of the storyteller and said harshly.
Gongsun family? It seems that I saw it in the fantasy when listening to the story. Jiang Chenxin said.
"What are we doing here?" Jiang Chen was puzzled. When he came to his senses, he vaguely felt that Mr. Storyteller's tone at this moment seemed to be different from the beginning. His eyes were clearly shining with a faint look, and his heart was full of doubts and a little uncertain. He couldn't help saying, "Can you really save my father?"
The storyteller did not answer or refute him, and then continued, "You can also see that we are different from you. In your words, we are 'strange people', because we come from another world.
"To save your father, you must go to another world." The storyteller's tone turned mild again.
Jiang Chen was silent for a moment and said to himself, "As long as Dad can be reborn, what is this little thing?" Now I don't think about it carefully, almost without hesitation, and said firmly: "Okay!"
"Okay...Okay, okay" The storyteller's continuous sound revealed the joy he had never seen before, and his cheek muscles twitched slightly, as if his wish for many years was about to come true.
This expression was fleeting. He turned his head and said to Jiang Chen, "You learn these spells first." At present, Jiang Chen also meditated several times and nodded to show that he remembered.
Mr. Storyteller's face is now a little solemn. The corners of his mouth moved, words in his mouth, saying words, whispering something silently. His thumbs and middle fingers were bent and ten. His whole body was extremely excited. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were bloody, and his granddaughter, who had always been silent beside him, was also shocked.
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In a moment, the dark clouds suddenly surged, the thunder rumbled, and there were continuous lightning flashing on the edge of the black clouds. The sky fell, and the surrounding forests were endlessly destroyed by thunder. The heaven and the earth were solemnly, and the wind was strong. In an instant, the sand and stones flew away, and the dust flew. Jiang Chen had never seen the black clouds so close to the ground, and the thunder never There has been such a deafening and panic, and the lightning has never been so dazzling that it is almost difficult for him to look directly. The scene is horrible.
The sky seemed to be torn apart. In front of the three people, a huge white but like flame appeared in an instant. The tongue of fire rolled, but you could see yourself in the flame, like a mirror.
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"Walk in and meditate on the spell I taught you," the storyteller said harshly.
The little girl had entered it and disappeared in an instant. Could it be swallowed by the flames, turned into ashes, and disappeared?
"Quick, go in, I can't hold on any longer." The storyteller spit out a deep mouthful of blood and said harshly. It seemed that after seeing what Jiang Chen was thinking, his face changed and he said harshly, "Do you still want to save your father?"
Jiang Chen felt a little ashamed and didn't think about it anymore, so he stepped in and recited the spell silently.
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In an instant, Jiang Chen fell to the ground like atop and turned the earth upside down. He couldn't help but want to vomit and his eyes blossom. When I opened my eyes again, I and the two of them were standing on a long and narrow bridge paved with transparent glass. I felt quite magical, and my fear and uneasiness were also thrown away.
"Well, this is the boundary. After crossing this bridge on the other side, you will reach the cloud world." The storyteller's face became a little gloomy, as if there was something behind the words.
"The bridge on the other side." Jiang Chen meditated and looked at it. The bridge rose in the air. There was a confused white fog around the bridge. There was also a clear river under the bridge, which was clear but bottomless. Looking at all this, my eyes glowed and I was curious.
The storyteller looked at him and sneered from time to time, but told him, "Be careful not to fall down. No one can save you if you fall."
Jiang Chen had to calm down and walk carefully.
From this, the bridge can't see the other end, just like being inserted in a confused white fog.
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What is the other side of the bridge?
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Is it a heavy fog or a broken void?