The poem says: The true meaning of the darkness, the magical mechanism of creation. When the wind and clouds are everywhere, looking at the cold weather in the world, outside a tavern outside Hongjia Town, Guoyuan Guangcheng, Wanxian, a man with white hair and blue robe sang drunk:

"Everyone is drunk, I walk alone, I visit Liu Ling in the bamboo forest and thatched cottage. It is hard to wash my body with ice and snow. I feel sad when I burst into tears every year."

"What's wrong with being a mortal? If you want to drink, you can still have a good time and enjoy yourself..."

"Don't underestimate people. Humph, the prosperity now is not the credit of our ancestors."

At this time, he was drunk and he was completely drunk. He shook left and right, and could not stand steadily. But he still walked along the road, but walked on the slant until he was tripped by a stone. The setting sun, the sky gradually darkened, and there was only a ray of glow left.

"Master-Master-" a maid in a humble dress shouted. She came out to find the master who had not returned. This was her daily task. She searched on the road for a long time but couldn't help but hurriedly said, "If you can't find the master, your wife will scold you... go somewhere else." Asked the pedestrian along the way, a man pointed to the fork and said, "It seems to be where." The maid hurriedly searched, but not far away, she saw a man lying on the ground. That was the master.

"Have awake...Master..." The old man couldn't wake up, and the maid was panicked. She tried the old man's breath with her fingers, and couldn't help but scream: "Help..."

After a ride, Hong Meng came back from outside. As soon as he arrived at the door, he heard crying at home. He looked confused and nervous at the same time.

There were many people standing at the door and in the courtyard watching, some were talking about something, and the words "Master Hong" often appeared in their words.

"Dad..." Hong Meng murmured, and his heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition surged in his heart.

In the hall, Hong Yun's tablet stood quietly on the table.

"Father----" Hong Meng looked at his father's tablet in disbelief, couldn't help but shout in pain, and kneeled down at the same time.

"Why are you back? You... why don't you kneel down!" Feng Shuang saw that his son who was incompetent was back, and he was angry. His son would be fine if he was not good at it, but he also caused trouble everywhere. He was simply a prodigal son. He spent money like soil when he had money, and borrowed money like river water when he had no money. Now that Leng Yun died, who should she rely on? Thinking of this, she cried again.

The neighbors rushed over and kept persuading: "Mrs. Feng's Day..." At the same time, they also understood that Hong Meng was unreliable.

After his mother's mood calmed a little, Hong Meng walked to her mother and asked carefully: "Mom, Dad, he is fine, why did he suddenly--"

"Your father was so angry with you!" Feng Shuang sighed and scolded.

"Oh, none of you father and son are successful, father, one of them is a useless person, and they are rejected by the family. This is nothing, I can accept it. But you are also so unwilling and have made friends with you and taken out all the money from the family. You have cut off our hopes!"

When Hong Meng heard this, he remained silent. He naturally knew what he did best.

"It's still not clear to you when you look like this!"

"I will definitely reform myself in the future and become a new person. I will definitely not disappoint you." My father's death made Hong Meng feel like a different life. The person who once taught him left silently. He did not bring him life, and he would not bring him death.

"I don't want to die, and I don't want my relatives around me to leave me!" Hong Meng roared in his heart. Although he used to rely on his family, he will work hard in his career and let the people around him live a happy and worry-free life.

"Now that the family has declined, what is the small Hongjia Town? So I want you to go to the Hong family in the city. I wonder if you will go?" After pondering for a while, Feng Shuang looked at his son's resolute expression before making a suggestion. She knew that if she wanted her son to grow up, he had to suffer some trouble. In the city, there was a mixture of fish and dragons, so her son could definitely see the world.

"The Hong family in the city?" Hong Meng had heard of the Hong family in the city. However, he had never been there since he was born, and his parents did not allow him to go there. The mysterious shadow planted by his childhood is finally about to be revealed.

"I'll listen to my mother."

"Well, okay, I guess you want to know too, why don't you go to Yuanguang City? Now, I will tell you the truth."

"That's our tribe. Your father and I lived there, but since your grandfather disappeared, the people there couldn't tolerate us, so they sent us to Hongjia Town. Although Hongjia Town is ours, you know that the situation is quite barren here, otherwise it would not have fallen into our hands."

"Grandpa is missing?" Hong Meng rarely heard his parents mention about grandpa. At this time, he seemed a little excited.

"Well, your grandfather followed a group of people back then, and then never came back. As for the reason, I don't even know." Feng Shuang recalled the scene back then and said slowly.

She once thought that if the father-in-law, who was the patriarch, hadn't been missing, he would have dared to exile him to such a remote place.

"Actually, if your father could be like them, maybe he wouldn't have left so early."

"Is there any difference between them? The people of the Hong family?" Hong Meng couldn't help asking when he heard the emotion in his mother's words.

"They are people who can practice, they can live for a long time, or even become immortals. And your father is not that kind of person, he is just a mortal, a mortal like me."

"Your grandfather didn't know what he was confused about back then. Everyone in the whole clan could practice, but your father was forbidden from practicing. As a result, as soon as he left, we came here." Feng's words revealed a little bit of blame, and her face also revealed a hint of anger.

"There is such a thing." Hong Meng looked surprised, naturally not understanding his grandfather's intention. As the patriarch's leader, his grandfather had forbidden his son to practice. This was a strange thing.

Hong Meng also learned that since his grandfather left, the Hong family, which was once powerful in Yuanguang City, gradually declined under the leadership of their descendants. Now, the Hong family can barely be regarded as a second-rate force in Yuanguang City, which is far less famous and powerful than before.

"What kind of person is my grandfather?" Hong Meng couldn't help asking when talking about this mysterious grandfather.

Feng pondered for a moment and said, "He is a powerful person. As for how powerful he is, I don't know, because he has never shown it. Only your grandfather's peers know it."

"Awesome person." Hong Meng murmured, but he was confused.

As the two chatted, the sky became dim. Hong Meng was about to keep a soul for his father, and he didn't care why the Hong family in the city didn't come to worry about it, but he just wanted to send his father another one. Many strange thoughts came out of his mind. For example, the practice of the Hong family, such as immortality, all deeply attracted him and forced him to yearn for it physically and mentally.

The cool breeze blew, sweeping away a few strands of paper ashes, and then drifted without a trace.

"Is this life... Is it true that you can go, and you can go away. Is there no real eternity?"

"The body will inevitably turn into dust after all; the mind will naturally not be able to lock in eternity for a moment. Is this the way of mortals?"

He patted his head with his hand, and Hong Meng tried his best to stop these random thoughts, but then he thought, wasn’t what he was about to face so-called cultivation?

I am immortal, my heart will last forever!

A strong desire suddenly arose in Hong Meng's heart. At this moment, he was eager to go to the Hong family in Yuanguang City to go to that wider world, and to that world where wishes can be realized.

"Amun, go to bed."

Just as Hong Meng was thinking about his plans, his mother had come to her side at some point and looked at Hong Meng who was kneeling with some distress.

"Mom, I won't sleep for now." Keeping up for my father is what the Son of Man should do. Hong Meng naturally would not refuse. He was no longer the slutty boy he used to be, but had become a different person and abandoned his bad habits and evil spirits.

Feng said three times, and saw that his son insisted on not sleeping, he said a little relieved: "It's rare that you are so filial. But I hope you will send the coffin to Yuanguang City, after all, your father is the brother of the patriarch."

"Okay, I'll go." Hong Meng also understood that the miserable situation at home was already looked down upon, but he must do the most important thing he did for his father, and it must be perfect.

"Good son..." Feng also lamented Hong Meng's changes. The sixteen-year-old child who was disobedient at first has now begun to be obedient and will share his worries about his family. This was simply impossible in the past.

After saying that, Feng turned around and left, but after a while, she saw two yellowed books in her hand and handed them to the confused Hong Meng.

"This is left by your grandfather, and it may be helpful to you. Your father said that your grandfather was a big shot in the past with these two books. Now I will give them to you." Feng used to be worried about his son, so he refused to hand it over to Hong Meng to avoid making irreparable mistakes.

After taking the book shining with history, Hong Meng was moved. His mother actually gave him such an important thing at this time. It can be seen that his mother was relieved and even more hopeful about him.

After a little flip, Hong Meng saw that these two books were pictures and texts, and there were some handwritten fonts, which must be the handwriting of his grandfather.

Two books, one is "Yi Score" and the other is "Starry". From those words, Hong Meng vaguely felt the glory of the past and the domineering spirit of the world.

This is a rare secret book. With them, even a fool, as long as he is willing to work hard, he will definitely soar into the sky and make a splash.

With his slightly trembling hands, holding the secret book with the fragrance of books, Hong Meng was extremely excited and extremely excited at this moment, because that wish was about to begin to come true.

Hong Meng's arm was already a little numb because he had been holding books for a long time, so he lay on the table to read the book.

Time passed by minute by minute, Hong Meng's tired eyes slowly closed, while the books in his hand fell to the ground, but the sound of falling to the ground made him more and more drowsy.

Until midnight, a burning smell awakened Hong Meng. After Hong Meng looked closely, he found that his mother was burning books, and the burned books were "Yi Score" and "Starry".

"Mom, you..." Hong Meng's voice trembled a little, and he felt deeply puzzled and questioned.

Feng looked at Hong Meng with some guilt, then handed the last page of paper in his hand to Hong Meng, and said, "Your grandfather became famous because of this and disappeared because of this. It is a harmful thing. I am afraid that you will leave me again... I am the only son of you."

"Your father is depressed all his life. Now he is burned to him, so he can just forget about his wish."

"Mom," Hong Meng burst into tears, both angry and moved, and didn't know what to say.

"This last mother is left for you, and she won't burn it anymore. When you have the ability in the future, come to me to get it." In fact, Feng's son is afraid that his son will never come again, so he said so.

"kindness."
Chapter completed!