Behind the soul, I vaguely saw the reality.

2047? Youxin City

In a secret basement in Youxin City, a worried man fell asleep very tired, and the housekeeper beside him was sorting and taking care of everything.

There was a frown on the young man's delicate facial features, as if the troubles in reality would accompany him in his dreams.

But that was not the case. A strange dream quietly broke into his subconscious world. He could see the scene of a little boy he had never seen before and an old man talking happily in a small courtyard.

Little boy: "Grandpa, grandpa, mom and dad have a dinner tonight. If you come back late, grandpa will treat me to a drink~"

The kind old man scratched the little boy's nose with his hand, and said dotingly: "Hey, you drunkard, how can you do it when you grow up? Hey, come and memorize the North Korean representative I taught you with your grandpa, all the way."

By the way, grandpa will let you have wine for dinner."

Little boy: "Haha, grandpa! You can't trouble my grandson~ I have to carry it now!"

The old man also laughed: "Haha, look at it from behind!"

The little boy: "First there are Xia, Shang, and Zhou, then the Spring and Autumn Period, Warring States, and Qin. Next are the Western Han, New Han, and the little formula. The AD boundary is divided into equal parts. Next is the Eastern Han, the Three Kingdoms, the Western and Eastern Jin, the Southern, and the Northern Dynasties.

Then there are the ones that my grandson is most familiar with! Sui, Tang, Five Dynasties, Song, Liao, and Jin! Hehe, then there are Yuan, Ming, and Qing! The Republic of China, the People's Republic of China, hehe, grandpa! Grandpa! You see, I...I

Memorized it all!"

The old man looked at the child and nodded with great satisfaction, and said: "Good grandson, grandpa will cook you some good dishes tonight, and you are allowed to drink one cup, and no more!"

The little boy nodded very happily: "I understand! I understand! I know~ I know~ That's enough, Grandpa~"

The old man: "Haha, Xiaojiubao. When you grow up, you are destined to drink all the fine wines in the world. We have a little glutton in our family."

It can be seen that this little boy particularly loves to eat his grandpa’s stir-fry dishes, and also loves to drink wine with his grandpa. It is a happy scene.

In this dream, from the perspective of an onlooker, one can feel the tender traces of past time. This seems to be someone's most important memory, and it is also a treasure that can support him moving forward.

The old man and the young man laughed for a while, and the old man said earnestly: "Grandson, we are all descendants of King Wen of Zhou. Haha, although there is no evidence now, grandpa can feel your bloodline.

, very pure, even much better than grandpa."

The little boy asked doubtfully: "Grandpa~ is the ancestor of the ancestor you have been talking about before~"

The old man: "Yes, grandson. In that era, there were many, many rare and exotic animals, many sacred trees and ancient shrubs. Now they are almost extinct, because the aura slowly disappeared and was sucked by humans.

Almost there.”

Little boy: "Grandpa, what is spiritual energy? Is our air spiritual?"

Old man: "Haha, Reiki is Reiki. My grandson really stumped Grandpa when he asked me this question. Come on, Grandpa will explain it to you. Reiki is different from air, but it is in the air.

Not only is it brewed in the air, it comes from the universe, from plants, from soil, and from living things. When these things are combined together, coupled with spiritual thoughts and hopes, they slowly form.

A very mysterious and powerful special 'air'."

The little boy chuckled and said with some understanding: "It seems to be still air, Grandpa, I understand, it can be breathed, a lot."

The old man: "Oh, hehe, yes, grandson, it was really just air. But at that time, wow, there were a lot of auras in nature. People and animals absorbed them, and then transformed into very different existences."

The little boy asked cutely: "What's the difference?"

The old man: "There is no special difference. They are not like the characters in the movies and games that my grandson has watched. They have basically the same appearance as us. They may look more simple, but they are more interested in nature."

The understanding is greater than that of people today, and it is the kind of understanding that is like growing in the life chain of the earth. It is the understanding of the whole group, not a single ethnic group."

The little boy was confused by what he heard, but he still tried his best to ask: "Does it mean becoming one with nature?"

The old man smiled naively, picked up his lovely grandson and put him on his knees, scratched his nose again, and said with a smile: "Not yet, the beings who truly have that kind of ability have surpassed us mortals, and they are gone. Grandson

Ah, from now on, you should remember to neither exaggerate nor underestimate things."

The little boy nodded frequently and listened carefully.

The old man no longer looked at his precious grandson, but looked into the distance and said: "Grandpa has always felt that everything in our existence is prepared and evolved smoothly. People are born with powerful spiritual consciousness and can perceive

The universe, it’s just that we humans no longer have the ability to 'really' communicate with nature, nor do we understand how they operate."

Soon the old man looked at the little boy again, and said solemnly and lovingly: "But you are different, grandson. Grandpa has clearly felt that since you were born, there is ancient heritage hidden in your blood, and your genes are in your body."

There has been a generational change in your body, and there is only one such change among hundreds of millions. You may be able to fulfill some of the last wishes of the ancients."

The little boy looked at his most beloved grandfather seriously and said, "Who is it? What is his last wish? Is it something they like?"

The old man didn't want to explain any more. He picked up his grandson and smiled, then put it down and said: "Little ghost~ So many problems, just like when I was a child, haha! Don't worry about so many things for now. My good grandson wants to grow up happily.

With adequate nutrition, you will definitely be an excellent person when you grow up, and you will eventually become a talent."

The little boy nodded happily when he heard that he was praising himself, and then looked at his grandfather with wide eyes, wondering what story he wanted to hear.

The old man took advantage of the situation and stared at his grandson, and then said: "I still want to hear the story. Grandpa will tell you. At the time of King Wen of Zhou Dynasty, it was said that some people still had the ability to control magical weapons. Grandson, I don't know if there are any left in this world.

The power or artifact, grandpa, I really hope that you can realize how difficult it is for you to exist now. It may be the spark of hope for hundreds of millions of lives."

The little boy was a little dumbfounded and asked in a low voice: "What is an artifact? Grandpa, it sounds so powerful! Why am I their hope?"

The old man seemed to suddenly be transported to that era, and he smiled and said nothing for a long time.

After a while, he put his precious grandson down and stood up: "Come, grandson, grandpa is going to cook. You can watch from the side. Beixiang'er's~ grandpa will talk to you about your problems when you are older.

Hey, have fun now and don’t remember so many things.”

When the little boy heard his grandfather's next preparation, he ignored any artifacts or hopes. He jumped up and down happily and said: "Hahahaha, great, great, grandpa is going to make something delicious!"

The old man stretched out his hand lovingly, and the little boy also stretched out his hand to hold his grandfather as usual. Then the old man and the young slowly walked indoors in the rest area of ​​the small courtyard. During this period, the old man also said: "Your parents are coming back."

When you get home, please don't tell me that grandpa is telling you these stories again, their words really annoy me to death."

The little boy smiled and nodded: "Don't worry! Grandpa, my grandson promises not to say a word. Come on, go cook. Grandpa's cooking is the coolest!"

The old man laughed: "Haha, let's go! Let's go to the kitchen and start cooking."
Chapter completed!