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In an instant, a biting chill penetrated into his bones, bringing out white sweat all over his body.Fang Shiyi's complexion changed a few times, and he stared deeply at the handprint on Meng Ming's neck for a while, exhaled lightly, stretched out his hand and wiped it on the thin neck, and the handprint disappeared.

Meng Mingchao's face rubbed against Fang Shiyi's palm, and he smiled at Fang Shiyi in a daze: "Senior brother?"

This kid has such a killer laugh.

Like a spring breeze stabbing a knife in people's hearts.

Fang Shiyi smiled at him in relief, pinched his face: "Go to sleep."

Meng Ming said nothing, stretched out his hand to hug Fang Shiyi's neck, and leaned into his arms, the corners of his lips seemed to be brewed with sweet wine filled with honey, with a sweet smile on his face, he continued to sleep contentedly.

For a moment, Fang Shiyi didn't know whether to be sad that the child was not vigilant, or to be happy that the little kid was carefree.

Who was that person just now?

Why do you want to kill Meng Mingchao?

This child is too sad, his own life is hanging, and there are still people staring at him.

Fang Shiyi lightly stroked Meng Mingchao's back, and when his breathing was completely steady, those golden eyes flashed inexplicably in his mind, which were strangely familiar, but they were fleeting, and he couldn't grasp the tail, and couldn't think clearly.

No matter what, there are many restrictions on Shanhaimen, and that person can sneak into Lanyue Residence without a sound, which must not be underestimated.

Just as he was thinking, there was a "ding" sound from the enchantment outside the house. Fang Shiyi was taken aback for a while, gently pushed the little tail away from his arms, and stuffed the small wooden sword next to the pillow into his arms-children like that sword If Fang Shiyi didn't allow Mu Jian, he would have slept in his arms.

Although it was cold and hard, it was acceptable, Xiao Ming pouted dissatisfiedly, and hugged the wooden sword tightly.

Wang Shu erected his sword body, dangling lazily, Dai Fang picked up what was lost and guarded the delicate bag.

The night was colder and colder, and what bumped into the enchantment outside was a sound transmission talisman, and the spiritual consciousness attached to it was very familiar to Fang Suiyi, so he raised his hand to summon it.

The sound transmission symbol turned into Wen Xiuyue's phantom, and appeared in front of Fang Shiyi.

The moonlight poured down like water, piercing through the transparent shadows in the courtyard.

Wen Xiuyue, the master of Shanhaimen, is a legend in the world. He entered Taoism with a sword, and he was invincible decades ago.There are countless folk rumors about Wen Xiuyue, some say that he is an old man with white beard and hair, some say that he is a strong man with three heads and six arms, and some say that he is a withdrawn and sinister middle-aged man.

Neither is true.

Wen Xiuyue is just a young man with elegant eyebrows and gentle expression.

"Master!" Seeing Wen Xiuyue for the first time, Fang Shiyi was surprised and delighted, and seemed to put away the cold sweat all over his body. He calmed down and calmed down, and asked in a low voice, "Just now... that person just now, you chased him away leaving?"

Wen Xiuyue stood with his hands behind his back, with a peaceful expression, quietly looked at his eldest disciple, and instead of answering directly, he said another thing: "Gathering, the demons are coming prepared, this battle is at least three to five years, at least There is no fixed number for ten or so years. You are on the mountain and take good care of them."

Fang Shiyi nodded and looked at him eagerly: "Master, junior brother..."

"Do you like Junior Brother?" Wen Xiuyue said in a gentle and loving tone, like a father asking a child if he likes a certain toy.

"Huh?" Fang Shiyi was taken aback for a moment, and then showed a gentle smile, "I like it."

He has always liked bright, pretty and cute things.

"As long as you like it." Wen Xiuyue sat under the flower tree by the pool in the courtyard. That tree was a flower branch that Fang Shiyi had picked up from the back mountain when he was a child. The abundant yard kept pushing forward, growing faster than Fang Shiyi, and Fang Shiyi was so angry that he almost pulled it out.

However, for more than ten years, this flower tree has become quite large, and its vitality is as tenacious as if it had been planted in ten places, covering half of the yard. It blooms purple flowers at the turn of spring and summer, and white flowers again after autumn.

At this time, the purple shade is like a soft cloud built on a tree, and the fallen petals are finely broken. Wen Xiuyue raised his hand to take a few petals, and said in a calm voice, "Your little brother's identity is a mystery. Not sure. More than ten years ago, I had a hand-to-hand talk with Master Hui in Jinguang Temple. The master lost me a son and calculated the lottery for me. He said that Shanhaimen and I will have a catastrophe in the future. The key to solving the game is you Junior brother."

Fang Shiyi couldn't help but relax his breathing: "...What calamity?"

"It's nothing serious." Wen Xiuyue bent his eyes, and lightly rubbed the sword at his waist, "Even without your little brother, it won't be a problem as a teacher. This child is rough and pitiful, and as a teacher, he has no time to distract himself now." , and handed him over to you. Just now that person won’t come again, don’t worry.”

The phantom gradually disappeared, and the last piece of talisman paper burned automatically, turned into ashes, and dissipated in the wind.

Fang Shiyi stood silently in the courtyard for a long time, feeling inexplicably heavy in his heart.Master still had a lot to say, and Fourth Martial Uncle refused to say more to him, all because in their eyes, he was still a child.

The purple flowers fell all over his shoulders. He didn't know how long he stood there. The sky turned white, and he woke up like a dream. He subconsciously crushed the petals with his fingertips and brushed off the purple flowers all over his shoulders, but his body was still covered with fragrance, silently. He slipped back into the house and climbed into bed.

Wang Shu asked for credit like a child, but Fang Shiyi refused to hug it, so angry that the sword flipped in the air and fell down with a bang, directly waking Meng Mingchao awake.

Meng Mingchao opened his eyes in doubt, and leaned over to ask Fang to pick up the leftovers.Fang Shiyi kicked away the unlucky sword, and pulled the child into his arms. The child sniffed at him, like a small animal, squinting his eyes and put his head on Fang Shiyi's shoulder, giggling softly: "Senior brother smells so good."

"Little brat." Fang Shiyi patted his forehead amusedly, "It's not big or small."

Raising children is a difficult, bitter and sweet practice. Fortunately, Meng Mingchao is a worry-free child, obedient and sensible, and never causes trouble.

In addition to teaching him how to practice swords, when reading and writing, Fang Shiyi found that this child was terribly intelligent, he could understand everything, draw inferences from one example, and sometimes even question him.

Old man Cen's precious pimple green vine had withered for three days before healed up. Fang picked up things and took Meng Mingchao to visit from time to time, worrying that the unlucky green vine would bully Meng Mingchao again. Standing in front of the green vines, the vines all over the wall are knotted.

Fang Suiyi wondered: "This thing still has this hobby?"

Meng Mingchao heard the footsteps, turned around like a thief, put his hands behind his back, and smiled: "Brother."

The last bit of doubt in Fang Shiyi's heart disappeared.

Son... No, the little junior brother is really cute.

The demon clan's invasion was in full swing in the north, but it was a pity that it was everywhere, except for Wen Xiuyue who took people to the front line. After a few months, Shanhaimen was still unaffected, noisy and happy.

Fang Shiyi is more patient than Qi Chu and Xiao Minghe, and can take care of children with gusto, not only the cooking skills, but also the skill of combing the hair of the little junior.

He considers himself "cool and handsome, natural and unadorned", and he can handle it with his long hair casually tied up, but he is very strict and meticulous with his juniors. Huanxin, I have learned a superb combing technique.

Xiao Minghe couldn't understand his caring attitude. At night, his brothers and sisters were sitting in the courtyard. He was holding a scroll and watching with his eyes, but he glanced at Fang Shiyi and Meng Mingchao who were sitting under the flower tree from the corner of his eye.Seeing Fang Suyi happily changing Meng Mingchao's hairstyle, he said coolly: "You are so energetic, why don't you take care of yourself and go to the Spirit Beast Mountain to find companion spirit beasts after three months, so don't be mistaken for your junior brother." Servant."

Fang Shiyi turned a deaf ear to it, and bad-heartedly combed Meng Mingchao's double maids, and turned around to see that they were quite suitable.

He laughed loudly, and Qi Chu sat on the bluestone by the pool, looked sideways while feeding the fish, and couldn't help laughing: "If the senior brother hadn't told me, I would still think this is the little junior sister."

Meng Mingchao keenly noticed something was wrong, but he didn't say a word. He just opened his beautiful clear eyes, teary, and the tip of his nose was red. He stared at Fang Shiyi without blinking. The servant girl.

He had a good time and plucked him back and forth. Fortunately, the younger brother's hair was thick and satin-like, and could withstand all the tossing, so he didn't get bald.

The hair was loose, and the child sitting under the tree had exquisite eyebrows and eyes like a flower demon emerging from the tree: "Senior brother, what is Lingshou Mountain?"

"A mountain that raises spirit beasts." Fang Suyi said casually, "It opens every five years, and you can enter the mountain at that time. If you are lucky, you can take a spirit beast away and sign a blood contract."

Meng Mingchao was thoughtful.

The spirit beast is different from the monster race. Although the former has some blood of the monster race and is quite psychic, it is a "beast" after all.

There is a big demon in the monster clan. It is said that it was born with the heaven and the earth, and it is a spirit conceived by spiritual energy. Now two big monsters are hidden in the world. It is not known whether it is true or not. One has been killed a hundred years ago, and the other may have awakened troublesome little bastard.

It is rumored that before the war between the Yaozu and the human race, they were bald and worried about writing papers all day long, but now they have almost disappeared on the Central Continent.

Most likely, Tiandao felt that the human race would be too boring without the restraint of the demon race, so he pinched the demon race on the extreme northern continent like mud, and came here to tease him when he had nothing to do.

When he heard the part about the big demon, Meng Mingchao felt as if a needle had been pricked suddenly, and his heart trembled violently.

There seemed to be countless things flashing through the chaotic brain, but unfortunately nothing could be grasped, and the brain cramped for a moment, as if he had stabbed a dagger in it and stirred it up. He pinched his palm and broke out in a cold sweat. But he didn't show any strangeness, and smiled at Fang Shiyi.

He didn't dare to tell Fang Shiyi that he had no previous memories.

He has wandered around for many years in a daze, and he is definitely more than seven or eight years old.No matter the monsters or creatures around him are afraid of him, they dare not approach him. In Lushui Town, it's just that he followed the demon way and wanted to see what he wanted to do.

If Fang Shiyi knew, or whoever in the Shanhai Gate knew, would he be locked up like a monster?

Meng Ming wrapped Fang Shiyi in his arms coquettishly, buried his face in his chest, and meditated expressionlessly under the cover.

What the hell am I?