The Inverted Dragon’s Scale

Chilly, cold wind cuts people.

Because Grandpa Song Lonely didn't like the liveliness in the city, he moved to a deer garden outside the Song family with a few old servants.

Deer gardens are empty and surrounded by no windshielded buildings, so they are situated in a cool position, with a chill gushing from all sides.

The grandchildren squatted under the porch like two old country farmers waiting to hit a fat rabbit with a stake at any moment.

Song Xiao looked at the plum tree that revealed its branches under the cold moon and said: “This black light is on fire, I don't know when they will open. Wouldn't it be a big surprise if Grandpa went to bed first and got up tomorrow morning to see all the flowers flowering? ”

“Different.” The old man's words were simple and frightening and stubborn.

Song Xiao smiled and said: “How is it different? Isn't that what you want to see? Plum blossoms are chilly, and flowers last a long time, and can't be beat for a while. Didn't you say there'd be a big snow tomorrow? In the ice and snow forest, there are different peach and plum mixed dust. All of a sudden, the hair was perfumed overnight, sprinkled with quintessential fragrance. Isn't that what Grandpa wanted? ”

“I want to hear the flowers.” Song Lonely said.

Song Xiao smiled softly and said: “Grandpa, where is the sound when the flowers are flowering? ”

“Look, you don't get this, do you? How can you break the ten realms of painting if you are unjust or good? ”

Blamed by his grandfather, Song Xuan did not feel uncomfortable or difficult to accept, but rather had a strong feeling of love and perseverance in his heart.

He was pretty sure what happened when he prayed for his grandfather, and he knew exactly what that omen represented.

Even if he's lucky, or he wants it to be just a nightmare.

He doesn't want to see such signs, or he would rather not accompany Choi carefully to burn the incense gift Buddha at the Thousand Buddha Temple today.

This is the pain of the Prophet.

You know the coming grief, so it's hard to enjoy the peace in front of you.

“In that case, I'll be here with Grandpa today. I'd like to see if this plum actually makes a sound when it blooms.” Song Xuan looked at the delicate skin between his grandfather's neck and said out loud.

Song Lonely is not old at all, he even looks quite young.

He entered the land of desolation as early as the age of 51, taking nineteen years to break the third order from desolation into the stars.

The 70-year-old star master is already one of the most powerful beings in the entire Westwind Empire.

Also due to the knowledge of the Song family, there is the name of the imperial library. The Song family manipulates behind the scenes or is directly responsible for the compilation of the Empire's scriptures and the revision of its calendar laws. So, Song Lonely has another nickname, "Eye of the Stars."

Song Lonely is like a pair of eyes on a starry sky, silently watching the rise and fall of this vast empire, as well as murderous or feeble power murders.

Some say that there is nothing in this empire that Song alone cannot solve.

It was also said that there was nothing in the city that Song Lonely did not know.

Land, air and land generation Hodger, God of the Army. During the peak period, hold the millions of male soldiers of the Westwind Empire.

It was also driven by the strength of this old man that the military power of land, air and land was seized again, eventually becoming a false duty with only high salaries but without regard for the swordmen.

It is precisely with the help of this old man that land, air and land want to seek the position of the left, which is described as impossible.

“Walk like a tiger, heart like a fox. Disadvantaged countries.” This is Song Lonely's assessment of land, air and land.

Because of this phrase, almost the rest of my life on land and in the air was left to die in the mud and turmoil.

Had it not been for the Lu family's millennium savings, since the Lu family's generation would have been the future, I fear that the current Lu family would have been wiped out by this phrase. They would have been swallowed up without bone residue.

This powerful old man is dying.

“Watch if you want, but don't squeak.” Song Lonely made a phosphorus gesture again, saying: “Every grass is spiritual. The hen was disturbed when laying the egg, afraid it would shrink back. What if I hear people when the flowers are blooming and I take back the flower buds that emerge? ”

“Grandpa, can you take back these blooming clubs? ”

“Absolutely. ”

“All right then. I listened to Grandpa. From now on, I won't say a word. But you can't blame me if the clubs don't bloom themselves. ”

“It's bound to open.” Song Lonely looked up at the sky and the cold moon didn't know when it was going to disappear. The sky is like an ink tray, and the black wind is like a wolf howling. “It's going to snow. ”

“It's gonna snow.” Song Xuan looked at the darkness of the sky and knew that winter was coming. In the past, Song Xuan was never afraid of God. He felt that there was nothing in the world that he could not solve. But Song Xiao started to get scared when he saw a large group of blood pouring out of the hole in Buddha's eye.

He was afraid that the old man in front of him would leave and that the Song family's beam would fall.

The old man stopped talking, and Song Xiao stopped talking.

The two men squatted quietly under the porch and stared at the nearest coriander.

The night is getting darker and the wind is getting stronger.

Then there was the big wind, and the temperature dropped sharply.

In the whirring cold wind, a white feather circles in front of you.

Roaming, roaming.

Song Xiaoxian started to want to reach out and bring the feather into his hand.

The body of the elderly suddenly held up, revealing a different glow in his eyes.

Song Xiao reached out and retrieved his hand. He looked at the scene with surprise.

There's a circle of silver shine on that ordinary, magical plum tree.

On that pitch-black branch, a pair of three tiny buds emerged, like countless black beans growing on that branch.

In the eyes of the grandchildren, one bean after another blossomed a little, making a fine but crisp sound.

That was the sound of flowers, the sound of winter snow.

It's deep inside joy.

Song Xiao glared at him and said: "I heard you, I really heard you.”

Song Lonely was also very happy with his expression. His pale face turned red and looked like he drank two or two plums of wine.

“Flower to Buddha, have you seen Buddha?” Song Lonely's gaze looked at the plum blossoms that were still blooming in turn, and he asked carelessly.

Song Xiao's expression stifled and said with a smile: "Grandpa, I did see Buddha. I've seen so many Buddhas. I recited the Pharmacist Buddha's Curse in front of Buddha and prayed to me that Buddha would bless you with peace and joy. ”

Song Lonely smiled and asked: “Did the Buddha say yes? ”

“Promise.” Song Xiao smiled.

“Buddha said yes, will you come back so hastily to see me? ”

“Grandpa."