"Do you think these things in old age are not treasures?"

The garbage mother-in-law asked with her eyes narrowed, and her breath was completely different from before. She was still buried half of the loess on her neck, giving people a feeling of a rising spirit and her eyes were terrifyingly focused.

"Shu Ning Feng's eyes are sluggish, and he really didn't see the preciousness of his mother-in-law's collection."

Ning Feng smiled slightly, turned around and sat down in front of the garbage woman, looking as if he wanted to hear the details.

He replied calmly, without slandering the other party's words, nor did he go against his true feelings, and his expression and tone were even more contemptuous and arrogant.

The garbage woman snorted coldly and said, "Young Master, do you know that in your eyes, they are just garbage things, and in the eyes of old people, they are all treasures."

Ning Feng was quiet and silent, waiting for her next sentence.

The garbage woman twitched the garbage dump beside her and a wooden sword appeared in her hand, saying, "Do you know why in your eyes, they are just garbage, and in the eyes of old man, they are treasures?"

"Because you can't see, they are not without life. Each of them is filled with a memory - a living memory."

The garbage woman stroked the wooden sword and said quietly, cooperating with the mountains of garbage piled up in the wooden house and the swaying candlelight, it looked gloomy and terrifying.

Ning Feng was not affected by the atmosphere at all. In fact, even the garbage woman's words were like they were heard in another world, and his entire attention was almost attracted by the wooden sword.

The wooden sword is only the length of an adult forearm, mottled and old, and seems to have been abandoned and left in many places. Some places have painted off, and some places have gaps...

Such wooden swords are visible at any time in the streets and alleys. Most of them are boys waving wooden swords and shouting at each other, imagining that they are generals fighting bloody battles, with the sword facing and the troops going.

The reason why Ning Feng's expression changed instantly was because at first glance, it was not surprising. It was indeed a garbage wooden sword, and he saw a word:

"rather!"

Ning Feng’s “Ning”, Ning Caichen’s “Ning”!

"This is my wooden sword..."

When Ning Feng opened his mouth, he was surprised to find that his voice seemed a little dry, as if he had never opened his mouth and had never drunk water to moisten it, as dry as a river flowing in the desert.

"No, this is my wooden sword." The garbage woman smiled, revealing the empty gum inside her shriveled lips without a single tooth.

"You don't want it anymore."

"Otherwise, how could it appear here?"

The voice of the garbage woman echoed in the wooden house. Ning Feng was stunned for a moment, and his mind was pulled out. He fell into the memory that had long forgotten it, but was actually sealed in the deepest part of his mind...

...

The child Ning Feng waved the wooden sword, made a powerful slash, and shouted loudly.

He was wearing paper armor and holding a wooden sword in his hand, with a focused expression on his face and sweating like rain. On the other side was a scarecrow, who was also a child's body, and it looked scattered by the child Ning Feng's slash.

Not far away, Ning Caichen watched this scene helplessly and fun.

In his opinion, it was just that his own child was martial.

What Ning Caichen didn't know was that whenever sweat dripped into his eyes, whenever his muscles trembled, and whenever he wanted to give up, the child Ning Feng would say to himself: "Since in ancient times, there was no law and no policeman, he could only rely on force to be appointed as a marquis immediately, so that he could protect himself and his family."

"kill!"

The child Ning Feng endured the stimulation of sweat in his eyes and slashed hard, and the scarecrow's head broke in response.

...

"Huh~"

In the wooden house, Ning Feng smiled bitterly. He remembered it all.

"At that time, I just wanted to learn martial arts hard, train my skills to be ahead of the starting line since I was a child, and then become a general who was immediately appointed as a marquis. Maybe there is a chance to take the emperor and give him a prince and put him under his yellow robe and taste the taste of the emperor."

"Who knows, this is not the ancient times, it is the gods, immortals, monsters, demons, Bodhisattvas, Buddhas... they are all real worlds, a world of immortals and gods."

Ning Feng can still remember how ecstasy he was when he knew this, how depressed he was, how he expressed his feelings to Ning Caichen, how he threw away the wooden sword, bow and horse, and the four treasures of the study in one breath.

When he was trapped in memories, the garbage woman did nothing.

She put down the wooden sword casually and pulled out some other things from another pile of garbage, either a brush, a scholar's scarf, or a copper coin string...

Ning Feng's eyes swept across them, and memories emerged involuntarily.

"It's true."

He was smiling bitterly, admitting that the trash woman's words were irrefutable.

These things are indeed frozen in vivid memories. The things represented by these memories no longer exist in him, but in these things, they are still alive, just as they were before.

"The wooden sword is martial arts, the brush is literary, the scholar's scarf is thinking about wandering around the world, and the copper coins are the most prosperous in the world..."

Ning Feng remained silent and wandered through the memories that were originally sealed and now clear, and suddenly realized that he had had so many ideas and so many pursuits.

"Oh~"

He sighed and silently said in his heart: "Nine deaths!"

After closing his eyes a little, he opened it again. Ning Feng's expression returned to calm, with fatigue in his eyes, but there was no turbulence.

The moment he opened his eyes, he seemed to be in front of him with a desperate situation, and the scene of endless trekking was immediately focused on the appearance of a garbage woman.

From being introduced into memory and bringing thoughts, Ning Feng's brain began to rotate quickly:

"Where did the garbage woman get so many things from me?"

"What exactly is her ability?"

Ning Feng breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Fortunately, these things are all things I lost in this world and the soul realm. None of them is related to the previous life, otherwise..."

If this garbage woman's ability reaches that level, Ning Feng really doesn't know how to treat her calmly? I'm afraid she can't even die, right?

Ning Feng's thoughts are turned into light, and the addition is just a time before and after breathing.

The garbage woman looked at his expression, and a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes, but she said in a tone full of temptation: "Ning Feng, do you want to get back these things?"

"Hmm?" Ning Feng looked at her eyes, his eyes moved, and fell on the things.

The garbage woman raised the wooden sword and said, "Take it back and you can get the things you abandoned."

"What I abandoned?"

Ning Feng murmured to himself, as if he had realized something.

"What did I abandon?" He asked in his heart: "Is it a memory? No, the memory has been retrieved."

"What is it not memory?"

"It can only be the intention and pursuit at that time, and the persistence I put on it."

Ning Feng looked at the wooden sword, shook his head, and withdrew his gaze.

"That's not what I want, thank you for your feelings, mother-in-law."

The garbage woman didn't force herself. With a wave of her hand, the things disappeared. She took out one thing and placed it on the table in front of them.
Chapter completed!