Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

The red stone flickered, and the image of Wen Tiandong looked like a real person, staring at Zhao Xuehan motionlessly with doubts on his face.

"Give me the sword," Lin Jue heard Zhao Xuehan's voice, "This is originally my thing."

He looked at Zhao Xuehan, Zhao Xuehan was leaning on the back of the chair, his lips were tightly closed, his face was expressionless, and the voice came from the stone.

Wen Tiandong pursed his lips, clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, and did not speak.

He heard Zhao Xuehan in his memory chuckle lightly. "Your fellow disciples are all dead." He said, "Someone killed someone and tried to blame you. After a while, other monks will come to arrest you. It's useless for you to hold a sword, why don't you give it to me."

Wen Tiandong still didn't speak.He lowered his eyes lightly, then raised his eyes to look at Zhao Xuehan.

"What? Doubt me?" Zhao Xuehan said.

Wen Tiandong shook his head.

"I know you're not lying," he said softly.The voice was very familiar, yet seemed very far away, "Who killed them?"

"Then I don't know." Zhao Xuehan replied, still in a lazy and frivolous voice.

"Not me?" Wen Tiandong bit his lip and asked, "Isn't it this sword?"

Following Zhao Xuehan's gaze, the image focused on Wen Tiandong's lips.The light-colored lips with good shape were lightly bitten out with a touch of pink.

The image shakes. "No." Zhao Xuehan replied.

Wen Tiandong breathed a sigh of relief.

"I cannot give you the sword," he said. "My master wants to use it."

Zhao Xuehan snorted. "Aren't you going to run away?" he said, "Being caught by those monks will only lead to death."

Wen Tiandong smiled lightly: "You said it wasn't me anymore, so why did I run away?"

"You want to die with all your heart," Zhao Xuehan said lazily, "If that's the case, then it's better for me to kill you now and grab the sword directly."

Wen Tiandong didn't speak, but stared at Zhao Xuehan for a while.The image is focused on his eyes, which are as clear as a mirror, free from dust.

"You don't want to kill me, so don't say such things against your will." Wen Tiandong said softly.

He was silent for a while, and then said: "Mind reading is not easy to use. Few people know that I know this spell. I don't know where you heard about it. I read your mind and know that you want to learn it, but in fact I may not be able to learn it well, and I will not teach people in the magic way."

Zhao Xuehan laughed a few times. "But I really want to learn, and you are the only one who can." He took a few steps forward, getting closer to Wen Tiandong, and he could almost count Wen Tiandong's eyelashes, "Just follow me." Let's go, okay?"

"Not good." Looking at him, Wen Tiandong seemed to find his way of speaking a little funny, and tilted his head slightly, "I won't go with you."

"Aren't you afraid of being killed by those monks?" Zhao Xuehan asked.

"Not afraid." Wen Tiandong replied, "I trust them. They will find out the truth and won't let me be wronged."

"You are looking for death." Zhao Xuehan said.

"I'm not." Wen Tiandong answered briefly.

"Since you want to die, why don't you come with me first, and kill you when I learn mind reading skills?" Zhao Xuehan said.

"Not very much." Wen Tiandong replied, and smiled helplessly at Zhao Xuehan, "Don't persuade me." He flicked his sleeves lightly, turning to leave.

Zhao Xuehan clicked his lips lightly. "It's really difficult." He whispered, and instantly dodged behind Wen Tiandong.Wen Tiandong didn't have time to turn around, and Zhao Xuehan slapped him on the neck, causing him to faint immediately.

The monk in white with his sword fell softly into Zhao Xuehan's arms.The image stayed on the white neck for a few moments, and then darkened.

The light of the stone gradually disappeared, Zhao Xuehan blinked lightly, and looked up at Lin Jue.

"What do mortals rely on to keep the memory of a hundred years ago?" He asked.

Lin Jue watched Wen Tiandong's figure disappear in the room, and hesitated for a moment. "...should be on paper and pen," he said, "to write it down."

Zhao Xuehan nodded, raised his head, and put it on the back of the chair. "That's right. Those immortals only have longevity, spiritual power and spells, but they still record their memories of more than a hundred years ago in the way of mortals. In the end, when things are changed, all that is left are words, and the rest depends on Imagine."

"So you took out the memory and stored it in the stone?" Lin Jue asked.

Zhao Xuehan clamped the Huishi with two fingertips and rubbed it lightly. "It's not taking it out," he said, "it's just copying. It can retain the scenery and sound, but the group of immortal monks think it's a sorcery that destroys the body, and it has never been used."

He snorted: "Ridiculous."

"I've lived for a long time, and I can't remember many things anymore." Zhao Xuehan said in a low voice, "If some memories are only kept in my head, they will definitely fade away with time. This wisdom stone allows me to retain some memories, which is convenient remember."

He looked forward, and the wisdom stone in his hand lit up again.In the center of the room, there is a view of the top of Yuanxiu Peak.The peak stands tall, the sea of ​​clouds billows, and the sun sets, reflecting a piece of golden red.

Wen Tiandong stood on the top of the peak and looked into the distance, the image was shaking, a slender hand appeared, tapped Wen Tiandong's shoulder, and then suddenly pushed him.

Wen Tiandong swayed and almost fell off the cliff.He turned around in an instant, and slapped the hand away with a smile in his eyes. "Don't make such childish jokes," he said.

"You really like this place." Zhao Xuehan's voice came out, "Fortunately, I even got you such a treasured place for you to live in."

"Thank you so much." Wen Tiandong rolled his eyes. "Do you like where I live?" He smiled, "If you like it, you can go and live by yourself."

"Then you live with me." Zhao Xuehan said.

"That's impossible." Wen Tiandong said with a smile, turning his head and looking into the distance again.

Zhao Xuehan also turned her head, following Wen Tiandong's line of sight.There was a big mountain towering into the sky, and there was a city at the foot of the mountain.In the afterglow of the setting sun, it looks beautiful and far away.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Xuehan sighed softly.

"Your master is dead," he said.

"I know." Wen Tiandong said without looking away.

"Your junior brother surnamed Feng has become the head of the sect." Zhao Xuehan said.

Wen Tiandong remained silent.Zhao Xuehan turned his head to look.Seeing him look a little sad.Beside the eyes, a line of small characters is gradually forming.Horizontal and vertical, there are only two words in combination.

"Far star."

Lin Jue heard Zhao Xuehan's soft tut from the stone, and then his vision blurred. Zhao Xuehan reached out and grabbed Wen Tiandong's sleeve, and pulled him to his side.Then the image blurred and gradually disappeared.

Zhao Xuehan looked at the center of the empty room, closed his eyes slowly, opened them again immediately, and turned to look at Lin Jue.

"What did Wen Tiandong say before he died?" he asked.

Lin Jue was taken aback. "I heard him say why you should," he said.

"What else?" Zhao Xuehan stared at Lin Jue.

"Nothing else." Lin Jue replied after thinking.

"Tell me no matter what he says." Zhao Xuehan put his hands on the armrests of the chair and leaned out, his purple pupils seemed to shoot out scorching flames.

Lin Jue dodged for a while, trying to search his memory.

"He asked me to avoid the attack." He said, "Say 'two short and one long', and let me go back to the depths of the bamboo forest before the barrier is shattered."

Zhao Xuehan was slightly taken aback, then sighed heavily, and fell back into the chair.

Hui Shi lit up again, and Wen Tiandong's figure appeared again. At this time, there was a little girl beside him, covering her face and crying non-stop.

Wen Tiandong knelt down, whispered comforting words, and handed a doll in his hand to the girl.The girl stopped crying, looked at the doll with disgust, and stuffed it back into Wen Tiandong's hands.

This doll has braids and a cotton-padded jacket, which is very vulgar.However, Lin Jue couldn't be more familiar with it.

"What a bad temper." Zhao Xuehan's voice came from Huishi, "Don't spoil her."

Wen Tiandong shook his head lightly and stroked the girl's hair. "She has always had a good personality," he said softly. "There is a reason for what happened suddenly. The best way is to coax him well first, and then ask the reason, so as to solve the problem."

Zhao Xuehan, who was sitting on the chair with his eyes downcast, raised his head at this moment.He looked at Lin Jue again.

"Do you want to find out who killed Wen Tiandong?" he said softly.

Zhao Xuehan's words were intertwined with the conversations in his memory in Huishi, but Lin Jue could clearly distinguish them.His heart beat twice quickly.

"Can I?" he whispered.

"Yes." Zhao Xuehan said.

"I think." Lin Jue stared at Zhao Xuehan.

"Okay." Zhao Xuehan put his face on his hands, looked sideways at Lin Jue, as if evaluating him, "wait for me in Wen Tiandong's room in two hours, don't tell anyone."

Lin Jue nodded. "Do you know who the murderer is?" he asked.

Zhao Xuehan didn't answer him.His eyes returned to the front of the image, and he waved lightly at Lin Jue: "You go."

Lin Jue only felt a gust of wind rushing around him, and the scene in the room was gradually blurred.He looked at the image in the room.Holding the doll in her hand, the little girl took Wen Tiandong's hand and said coquettishly, "This doll is too ugly! I don't like it. Change it to a nice one!"

As soon as Zhao Xuehan stretched out his hand, he snatched the doll into his hand. "You're young, and you have a lot of problems." He said, "If you don't want it, just give it to me!"

The girl didn't expect that the doll was taken away, her eyes were red with anger, her whole face was swollen, and scales appeared all over her body.

Wen Tiandong patted the girl's head, then looked at Zhao Xuehan reproachfully: "What are you doing, why are you fighting for things with children?"

Zhao Xuehan held the doll and shook it in front of his eyes.The eyes of the image kept watching Wen Tiandong's face, staying on that clean and handsome face for a long time.

"Others don't like this guy," Lin Jue heard Zhao Xuehan say softly, "I really like this guy."

Wen Tiandong was slightly taken aback, then lowered his eyes.

"Sorry." He said in a low voice, so soft it was almost inaudible.

The scene in the room gradually blurred, and Wen Tiandong's figure also disappeared.When Lin Jue opened his eyes, he had already returned to the cabin in the forest.

Simple furniture placement, as always.In the small bowl on the table, the little bird buried its head under its wings and was still deeply asleep.

However, the bamboo forest has been burned.The owner of the hut will never come back.