At the age of three and a half, I paid too much to support my family [Live]

Taishang Laojun almost spat out a mouthful of old blood in anger.

The precious magic weapon will gradually give birth to the magic weapon spirit after being conceived, but the magic weapon spirit is the intelligence born from the magic weapon, it is not born to grow into a living being in the world, and often has shortcomings in some aspects, such as the medicine boy, his body is weak It is a huge hidden danger, and sometimes it will be broken and reunited, and the process is extremely painful.

As for Wan Ding...

"It's okay, just go back and wash it up." Taishang Laojun said with a blank face, trying to persuade himself not to be too serious, Wan Ding is still young, so it may not be that he is really short-hearted.

Even if it is lack of heart, what's the matter, feed him more high-level pills in the future, and it will definitely make up for it.

Wan Ding didn't know that he had been labeled as a 'heartless' by his master, but he said flatteredly: "Master, you must give me a magic weapon, preferably a space magic weapon, so that I can decorate and eat more. Yes, I won't be hungry any more."

"I also need a magic weapon that can fight. It doesn't need to be too long. It should be wide and sharp. The kind that can cut vegetables..."

"...Enough, let's talk when we go back!" Taishang Laojun took a deep breath, stroked his beard, lifted his collar and turned to leave. Wan Ding was quite dissatisfied, and angrily accused Taishang Laojun: " You are too cruel, I haven't said goodbye to Bai Yan yet..."

"You have lost all the old face of the old man!" Taishang Laojun was very angry, and he couldn't teach the bear boy in public, so he could only lower his voice, squeezed the Dao Fajue and left quickly.

The audience in the live broadcast room almost laughed like crazy.

"It's a kitchen knife! Brother Wan Ding wants a kitchen knife!"

"Brother Wan Ding is a foodie hahahaha, Laojun is going to die of anger, why is his magic weapon so childish!"

"The question is, can he grow taller after eating it? Can the magic weapon grow taller? Hahahaha think about the medicine boy!"

"10,000+ years have passed since the drug boy is still an eleven or twelve-year-old boy!"

"Old gentleman is miserable!"

Taiyin Xingjun shook his head helplessly, seeing that Granny Meng believed that she had led little Baiyan to the brink, she had no choice but to agree perfunctorily, and instead persuaded her: "Baiyan is a good boy, so you don't need to use this kind of discipline on him. .”

Xiao Baiyan quickly followed suit and said: "Yes, Grandma Meng, I am obedient and obedient. Don't lock me up in a small dark room anymore. I don't like dark places. I can't see anything."

"Then do you have a long memory?" Meng Po glanced at Taiyin Xingjun, and the koi and other immortals following him, and taught Xiao Baiyan in a tone of hatred, "It is wrong to take risks in the secret realm. , it is wrong to be tempted by them, do you know what is wrong?"

Xiao Baiyan scratched his head, and whispered: "They didn't tempt me... Granny Meng, I don't dare to take any more risks next time, I know I was wrong."

Taiyin Xingjun coughed lightly, looked at Shuangyuan Xianjun's alchemy furnace casually, and suggested: "Since there is nothing wrong, let's continue to eat, Koi Xianjun, I heard that you still have a lot of good wine, don't take it." come out?"

"The fish slices are also good. If the Koi Immortal is not willing, we will not force it." As Shendu said, he moved the Shuangyuan Immortal and the alchemy furnace in his hand, obviously to remove the koi. Xianjun is excluded.

...The Koi Immortal had no choice but to bring out two more bottles of wine.

"Bai Yan, do you want to eat together?" The Koi Immortal invited, "There are shrimps, and they are tender."

Xiao Baiyan quickly shook his head, and stood beside Granny Meng obediently: "Don't eat, I still have things to do."

Granny Meng snorted softly, and she was finally quite satisfied. Xiao Baiyan glanced at Po to the courtyard."

"Yes," Granny Meng didn't take the hanged ghost to heart, but said, "I still can't let them see me killing ghosts, otherwise they won't dare to come here, I'm really timid, I'm afraid even after I have died once. "

After Meng Po complained, she quickly asked Xiao Baiyan: "Did you encounter any danger in the secret realm this time? Did you get hurt?"

"No," Xiao Baiyan said with a smile, "Grandma Meng, it snowed heavily this time, and I also met a new friend, his name is A Bei... But, I think he and Mr. Polaris seem to know each other. Same, if you are not happy, it will snow in the sky, such a heavy snow... even I feel so cold."

The rabbit leather jacket that Xiao Baiyan was wearing was given to him by Chang'e. It was infused with spiritual power to form a formation, which has the effect of warming in winter and cooling in summer, and can even resist the emperor's blow. , Can actually pass through the formation laid down by Chang'e?

Meng Po frowned, she was not familiar with Lord Polaris, but she also knew that most of the gods in Jiuchongtian didn't like him very much, especially his Arctic Palace, which was like an ice cellar, was not a place for gods to live at all.

"Before you went to the secret realm, did you go to Polaris Lord? That makes sense," Po Meng touched his little head, and said softly, "The secret realm can spy on people's hearts, and it can also detect your past. In the dark, you and Lord Polaris have this karma."

Xiao Baiyan blinked, remembered the fine wine and photos stored in the ritual vessel, and said, "Grandma Meng, I'm going to the Arctic Palace, and I have something to give to Lord Polaris."

Granny Meng nodded: "Go, remember to come back early."

In the Arctic Palace.

Snowflakes are falling one by one, swirling in the air, like the dance of elves, with a hint of playfulness in the plain white.

Xiao Baiyan trotted into Beidou Palace, and almost slipped on the ice. Fortunately, he had already gotten used to it in the secret realm, and managed to stabilize his unbalanced body, slowing down his pace.

"Mr. Polaris!" Xiao Baiyan yelled without seeing anyone else.

Mr. Polaris appeared in the courtyard, his white body was about to melt into the fluttering snowflakes, the cold lines on his cheeks softened, and he said with a smile, "It's you? Where have you been these few days?"

"I'm going to the secret realm." Xiao Baiyan walked in front of him, his eyes were still looking around in the courtyard, and finally his eyes fell on the transformed small wine shop not far away, and he said excitedly, "It's exactly the same!"

"What?" Mr. Polaris followed his line of sight, and was rarely taken aback.

The snowflakes fluttering in the air landed in front of the door, on the square table, on the tall streamers, on the wine boy... The blurry scene was somewhat bleak and desolate, making it unbearable to watch again .

"I've seen this place before," Xiao Baiyan pointed to the small wine shop, and ran to the wine boy again, very excited, "Mr. Polaris, is he Abei? I've seen him, I've seen Abei, and Anan , but Anan is sick, very thin..."

The immature homophony echoed in the huge North Pole Palace, and Polaris Lord trembled in his heart, and looked at Xiao Baiyan in disbelief. He couldn't believe what he said just now, but the two names of Abei and Anan are too old, so long ago. He couldn't even remember it himself.

In his long past, this was just a short and inconspicuous life, as common as this name.

Mr. Polaris looked a little dazed.

Seeing that he lost his mind, Xiao Baiyan seemed a little unbelieving, and quickly dug out a few photos saved from the magic weapon, and showed them to Mr. Polaris: "This is Ah Bei, this is Anan, his illness has recovered, this It's Wan Ding's younger brother... Wan Ding's younger brother is Wan Dinglu, he looks exactly like me..."

"There are also square tables and wine shops... Brother Abei also wanted to treat me to some wine-stuffed pears, but it was too cold, and the pears might go bad, so I didn't eat them..."

Xiao Baiyan still felt very embarrassed when he said that, Ah Bei had eaten the fermented pears for a long time without any problems, but he didn't give Ah Bei any face, thinking about it now, he felt a little regretful, he should have had a bite, even if it was just a bite.

"It's snowing so hard! Many people are frostbitten, and I found that as soon as Brother Abei starts to feel sad, it will start snowing..." Xiao Baiyan said to himself, "Fortunately, we have hot pot, and we have hot pot. There is a quilt made of down... the hot pot is delicious, as long as Ah Bei starts to eat hot pot, he will not be sad..."

Mr. Polaris has been listening quietly, those memories buried in the corner seem to be slowly recovering in another time and space, familiar and strange.

Is that him?

One of the most ordinary children, Ah Bei, even eats a rotten fermented pear in two parts.

"Mr. Polaris, do you know Ah Bei?" Xiao Baiyan thought for a while, trying to match Mr. Polaris' age, "But don't you know Anan? You didn't even make him out."

"I know." Polaris Jun's gaze softened, and he said with a smile, "Anan is my brother, and he also passed away later."

"No!" Xiao Baiyan denied, "Anan's illness has been cured by us, he said he can live to be a hundred years old!"

"The year he died, he was only twelve." Mr. Polaris said softly, staring down at the figure in the photo, couldn't help his nose turning sore, and his heart felt stuffy, as if blocked by a big rock.

If the winter of that year was warmer, Ananxu would have survived, but too many people died in the heavy snow that year.

"That's not it!" Little Baiyan didn't want to believe the fact that Anan was dead, his mouth was grievous, and there was a layer of steam in his black eyes, "Anan is not dead, and Anan even gave me good wine... ..."

More and more snowflakes fluttered in the air, and soon covered the entire Arctic Palace, and soon spread out. Xiao Baiyan felt the chill coming from around him, and tightened the rabbit skin on his body. Jacket, shake off a layer of snow.

"Mr. Polaris, are you sad?" Xiao Baiyan was extremely puzzled. He was clearly talking about Ah Bei. Why was Mr. Polaris sad?

"Cub, didn't you guess it? Ah Bei is Lord Polaris. They have the same ability, and they both have the word Bei in their names..."

"Maybe his face has changed too much, it's normal for Zai Zai not to recognize him."

"Mr. Polaris called Anan his brother just now, but Anan has only one younger brother, Abei. His parents are both dead, so it is impossible to have other younger brothers, so Ahbei is Lord Polaris, boy!"

"..."

Hearing the analysis in the live broadcast room, Xiao Baiyan suddenly realized, and looked at Mr. Polaris carefully, but his eyes became more and more confused. If Ah Bei is Mr. Polaris, why didn't he know him?

Could it be that Abei in the secret realm is not the same person as Mr. Polaris at all?

Xiao Baiyan sighed somewhat melancholy, and gave up on the idea of ​​getting the photo back: "Mr. Polaris, I will give you the photo, and I will also leave you the good wine that Anan gave me. , you have to drink slowly."

"Brother Anan said, this is the good wine his parents buried under the tree at the door, it must be delicious..."

"Bai Yan," Lord Polaris suddenly interrupted him, and asked softly, "Is Anan's illness really cured?"

"It's cured!" Xiao Baiyan said with great certainty, "He took the colorful pills and he was cured within a few days. Anan will definitely live to be a hundred years old, and he also said that he would teach Ah Bei how to make wine. .”

Mr. Polaris lowered his eyelids, and his heart was complicated.

He didn't know that this was just an illusion, the years had already become fragmented, he only remembered that cold winter, the thin young man carried a house on his shoulders, and protected him tenaciously and resolutely.

In the winter of that year, many people died, but he survived.

——Anan is still alive.

Even if it's just an illusion, knowing that Anan can live well, he can also get some comfort in sitting withered day after day.

The familiar wine jars were piled up together, Mr. Polaris unplugged the plug, and the clear aroma of the wine was stained with the chill of the heavy snow, as if the scene from that year was reappearing.

It snowed heavily that year, and the little wine boy clumsily put a pear into the altar.

"Father and mother, let's make pears made with wine."

The author has something to say: Mr. Polaris is about to be promoted, this chapter will send red envelopes to celebrate, and there are comments~