Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

"Don't look at it." Zhao Xuehan said, snatching the Huishi from Yan Ke.

Yan Ke turned his head slowly.He only felt that his eyeballs seemed to be frozen in their sockets, extremely dull.

"You once said." Yan Ke's emotionless voice sounded, "Weak primordial spirit can reside in the wisdom stone."

"Yes." Zhao Xuehan replied.

"You said that the voice and shape of the same person can attract the soul of the same person. If there is that person's image in the wisdom stone, there is also a chance to find that person's soul." Yan Ke said.

"Yes." Zhao Xuehan replied.

"You listened to him and never lied to me." Yan Ke said.

"Yes." Zhao Xuehan replied, with a rare look of unbearable expression in those purple pupils.

"But his primordial spirit is not weak," Zhao Xuehan said softly, "he is... broken into pieces."

Yan Ke didn't speak.His dull gaze turned forward.There stood the figure of an indigo-robed monk, beckoning to him, smiling tenderly.

"Come here, Yan Ke." The monk said.

Yan Ke woke up suddenly.He didn't know when he had turned into a sword body.He couldn't sleep, but he had a dream inexplicably.When he was a sword, he didn't have a heart, but he felt a knife-like pain in his heart.

The morning light is faint, shining into the house through the window lattice.Beside Yan Ke, Hao Liang was still sleeping.He hugged the blade of the sapphire sword in his arms, and the cool back of the sword was pressed tightly against his open chest.

Yan Ke looked at Hao Liang's sleeping face, the faint body temperature relieved most of his heartache.He couldn't help turning into a human form, wrapped his arms around Hao Liang's waist, and placed a kiss on his forehead.

The object in his arms suddenly became bigger, and Hao Liang woke up in a daze. He half-opened his eyes, looked at Yan Ke, showed a trance and reassuring smile, plunged into Yan Ke's arms and fell asleep again.

Yan Ke let out a long breath.He tightened his arms, as if he wanted to rub them into his body, and hugged the person in his arms tightly, no one could separate them.

When the sun began to brighten, Hao Liang finally woke up.As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Yan Ke's face was very close, staring at him motionless, and immediately leaned back quickly, and closed his eyes again.

Yan Ke looked at it and wanted to laugh, and couldn't help pinching Hao Liang's nose.Hao Liang couldn't breathe, so he opened his eyes and knocked off Yan Ke's hand.

"It's dawn." Yan Ke hugged Hao Liang, kissed his face, "Get up."

Hao Liang nodded slowly.He looked at Yan Ke, his expression gradually became a little worried.

"Your complexion is really bad." Hao Liang said, "It's not as bad as usual." He stretched out his hand and touched Yan Ke's forehead: "Is there something uncomfortable?"

Yan Ke shook his head, and he gently put his hand on the back of Hao Liang's. "I'm fine," he said, "it just seems like a dream."

"What dream?" Hao Liang propped up half of his body and sat up, "Can you tell me about it?"

Yan Ke hesitated for a moment. "I dreamed about Zhao Xuehan." He said briefly, "He told me that the soul can reside in the wisdom stone."

He thought it was a simple and common description, and Hao Liang didn't care.However, the person sitting on the bed jumped up immediately after hearing this.

"The spirit resides in the wisdom stone?" Hao Liang asked in surprise, "Is this true? How does it reside?"

Yan Ke was a little puzzled, but she still answered Hao Liang. "Zhao Xuehan said yes." He carefully narrated to Hao Liang what he said in the dream, but concealed the background and premise.

Hao Liang listened, the brilliance in his eyes became brighter and brighter. "Obviously I told him that." He patted his forehead hard, "I never forgot."

"We will probably be able to find Zhao Xuehan soon." He said to Yan Ke excitedly.

Yan Ke blinked: "You mean Zhao Xuehan..."

Before he finished speaking, there were a few soft knocks on the door.Yan Ke stopped talking, picked up his coat and put it on Hao Liang, then walked to the door and opened it.

A little monk about thirteen or fourteen years old, holding a tray with tea bowls and snacks in both hands, stood at the door and looked at Yan Ke timidly.

"The head is still dealing with matters in the mortal world, and he may not be able to come back today." The little monk said in a low voice, "He asked me to bring you some tea and snacks for breakfast. If you have any requirements, you can also tell me. "

Yan Ke took the tray from the little monk.Hao Liang couldn't help showing a gentle expression when he looked at this young man in the Taoist robe of the Jingming sect.He beckoned to let the little monk into the room, and at the same time took a piece of pastry from the tray and put it in the little monk's hands.

"What's your last name? When did you enter?" Hao Liang asked softly.

The little monk blinked.Seeing that although this person's eyes are strange, but his expression is gentle and amiable, he is not so afraid.

"My name is Alias ​​Jie." He said, "I was brought back by the head two years ago."

"No?" Hao Liang smiled softly, "But say goodbye?"

"Exactly." The little monk replied.

"Don't have that surname." Hao Liang said, picked up a tea bowl and handed it to Yan Ke, and took a sip from the bowl himself, "Many years ago, I also had a disciple named Bie."

He smiled: "He had a northern accent at that time, and other disciples always thought his surname was Bi, and they called him that for decades. Until one time when he got lost, Xiao Fang wrote 'Bi Ting' on the rune several times There was still no response before I realized he was not with that last name."

The little monk laughed. "The sect master always tells me about this uncle Bie," he said.

"How is Bie Ting now?" Hao Liang asked with a smile.

"Uncle Bie died in Wangduangu 90 years ago." The little monk replied, as if Hao Liang was asking an ordinary question.

Hao Liang was slightly taken aback.He slowly put the teacup on the table.Hands clutched the sleeves tightly.

"What about An Bin, Fang Yuan, and Fan Zhi?" Hao Liang asked, "And what about Chen Qing, Sun Mingxian, and Qian Da?"

"Fan... Uncle Fan was killed by a fallen demon monk from the Qingxiao sect the year I came here." The little monk realized Hao Liang's emotional change and couldn't help but get nervous. He stuttered, "Uncle Chen, I'm listening to other It is said that they were possessed by demons and self-destructed decades ago. The rest of them..."

The little monk shook his head: "I don't know him, I've never seen it on Linshu Mountain before."

A sad look appeared in Hao Liang's eyes, he lowered his head and bit his lip.Yan Ke gently put her palm on the back of his hand, without speaking.

Hao Liang held Yan Ke's hand, closed his eyes, and adjusted his emotions.Not long after, he opened his eyes and smiled faintly at the little monk.

"Thank you for the tea and snacks." Hao Liang said, "We want to go around the mountain later, can you please lead the way?"

The little monk nodded, and looked at Hao Liang hesitantly for a while, as if he wanted to ask something.Hao Liang blinked.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Are you... Master Du?" the little monk asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Hao Liang replied, "Did Xiao Fang tell you?"

The little monk nodded. "The head said that his master is back," he said, "he was very happy and said he knew you would come back, but he didn't expect you to come back so soon."

Hao Liang's expression froze for a moment. "He always thought I'd come back?" he asked.

"Yes." The little monk replied, "The head of the door wants to clean the room of the patriarch every day, but this door can only be opened by the patriarch, he cannot enter."

A strange expression appeared on Hao Liang's face.He pursed his lips lightly, then shook his head.

"Let's go." He squeezed Yan Ke's hand, "Let's go out for a walk." Then he turned to look at the little monk: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

The little monk nodded.The three of them walked out of the master's room together and came to Linshu Mountain.

The scenery on Linshu Mountain has become a bit dilapidated.Many of the houses were in disrepair, with weeds sprouting from the cracks in the bricks.There were not many monks in the mountain, and when they saw Hao Liang, they greeted Hao Liang politely without saying much, either the old man who looked very old or the young boy.

Hao Liang looked at the mountain with a displeased expression on his face.He let out a long sigh, then leaned against Yan Ke.

Yan Ke touched Hao Liang's hair. "You're back and everything will be fine," he said.

Hao Liang nodded slightly, then shook his head slowly.He raised his eyes and stopped the little monk.

"What is Xiao Fang dealing with in the mortal world?" He asked.

"It was a trivial matter." The little monk said, "I have a brother Wu Shan. Yesterday, according to the monthly routine, he went down the mountain to get rid of the disease for the nearby villagers, but for some reason he was surrounded by the villagers. The head thought that he only needed to explain to the villagers. If you understand, you can bring senior brother back..."

"Has something happened?" Hao Liang asked.

The little monk swallowed. "Only when the head descended the mountain did he discover that this Senior Brother Wu had actually secretly taken away the primordial spirits of the only few monks with higher cultivation levels left on the mountain. Discovered. The head is now controlling him, but he won't tell where the Yuanshen is hiding, and he won't come back."

Hao Liang frowned slightly. "A few monks don't have primordial spirits, so no one will find out about Xiao Fang and the others?"

"The master was in the morning class yesterday, and he was restless when he received the letter from Master Feng. After the morning class, he rushed to Shihong Mountain." The little monk said timidly, "The brothers didn't come to the morning class, and he didn't come to the morning class. I just treat it as a senior brother who is lazy occasionally, so I don't care."

"...Having been the head of the sect for so many years, why are you still so confused." Hao Liang whispered, and then asked the little monk, "Where is Xiao Fang?"

The little monk showed a nervous expression: "The head doesn't want me to tell you."

Hao Liang smiled, bent down, and gently touched the little monk's head.

"I have to go to him." Hao Liang said helplessly, "Otherwise Xiao Fang will really become a naked master."