Junior brother, he is both wild and fierce

As the two were chatting, there was a noise coming from the ox cart behind them.

The old farmer woke up slowly, his cloudy eyes looking around in confusion.

Where are you?

As he was old, his mind was a little dizzy and he couldn't remember what had just happened.

There was a dull pain in my chest.

The old farmer's heart twitched and he covered it with his hand, then he remembered the scene of being attacked by bandits just now.

He turned pale with fright.

The old farmer felt the man's body up and down, and found no other injuries except for some dull pain in the chest.

The old farmer swallowed.

Weird.

The bandits of Feng Bandit Village have always been killing people without mercy and would never leave anyone alive.

Why didn't the gangsters kill him?

Turning around, I saw that the vegetables and fruits on the ox cart behind me were also intact.

His sight fell on two figures in the distance against the clear moon and breeze, and his thoughts suddenly became much clearer.

Although these two people are young, they exude an extraordinary aura.

He had seen such magnanimity a long, long time ago.

The old farmer's turbid eyes looked towards the distant mountains. At that time, he was just a cowherd of seven or eight years old.

That day, he lay on the back of a yellow ox, holding a piece of straw in his mouth, and walked slowly on a path in the mountains.

He looked up at the sky, where the soft white clouds looked like cotton in the fields. Suddenly, a cloud of good fortune flew by quickly and soon disappeared.

The cowherd boy lying on the ox's back immediately stood up and rubbed his eyes quickly.

When did the auspicious clouds begin to float so fast?

Is it because my eyes are blurry?

It must be because I didn’t get enough rest last night that I have hallucinations today.

The cowherd boy leaned over and lay down on the cow's back again, "Da Huang, let's go."

As soon as they reached the hillside, the cowherd boy jumped off the cow's back with great agility.

He yawned and patted the ox's head: "Da Huang, there is a lot of green grass here, you can eat it slowly. You didn't get enough rest last night, I will find a big rock to sleep on."

Just as I turned around, I saw an old man standing on a big rocky mountain not far away. The old man had white hair and a youthful face, and he looked like an immortal.

Suddenly, he woke up from his sleep.

He hesitated where he was. The old man's imposing aura made him afraid to get close.

The old man seemed to have noticed him and waved at him with a smile.

"Little doll, come here."

The old man had a kind voice and didn't sound like a bad person. He swallowed and walked forward slowly.

When he came to the old man, he secretly glanced at him and quickly lowered his head.

The old man had white hair and beard and looked older than his grandfather, but his eyes were clear, not dim like his grandfather's.

The mountain is very high, and there is only his family of farmers living at the foot of the mountain. His grandfather is old, and he is the one who usually herds cattle on the mountain.

He wondered how the old man climbed up the mountain.

He bowed respectfully to the old man.

"Hello, grandpa."

"Grandpa, what do you want to ask me?"

The old man smiled and said softly, "You little kid, you are quite polite."

Although he was a cowherd and had never seen the world, there was a voice in his heart telling him that this man was not an ordinary person and should not be offended.

He smiled and replied, "Grandpa, you are about the same age as my son's grandfather, so I respect you."

His grandfather was a teacher when he was young. Later, his family suffered a sudden change and he was the only one left alive. His grandfather was disheartened and moved here away from people.

Seven or eight years ago, my grandfather picked him up on his way home.

Although he was a cowherd, he knew a few words, all thanks to his grandfather's teaching.

The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "You are a good child. It seems that Junior Brother Mo has taught you very well."

He was shocked.

My grandfather’s surname is Mo. Could the junior brother Mo mentioned by the old man be my grandfather?

Judging from the tone of this person, could he be an old friend of my grandfather?

The old man threw a small white porcelain bottle into his hand.

"It is inconvenient for me to meet your grandfather, so take this."

He held the small porcelain bottle in his hand and asked, "Grandpa, what is this?"

The old man looked at the distant mountains, a faint smile appearing on the corner of his lips. Brother Mo's retreat to this place is quite good.

The old man said in a distant voice: "Give this small porcelain bottle to your grandfather, he will understand."

He clenched the small porcelain bottle in his hand and bowed to the old man.

"Okay, grandpa."

When I raised my head, there was no one on the rock.

He looked around in confusion.

What about people?

Where have people gone?

How could it disappear without a trace in an instant?

Could it be...

The cowherd's face changed immediately.

Could it be a ghost!!!

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

He screamed, ran to the cow in a hurry, grabbed the cow and ran away.

After returning home, he told his grandfather everything he had seen and heard that day.

"Grandpa, wow, wow, there is a ghost in the back mountain. It's so scary."

The cowherd boy was crying so hard that his nose was running.

"That ghost seemed to recognize Grandpa, and even asked me to bring something to Grandpa. Woo woo woo woo, does that ghost want to harm Grandpa?!"

The old man's cloudy eyes narrowed.

" What did you say!!!"