It is said that Shizun is a devil

There was no fight in the inn for a while, Han Jing hurried into the inn with his apprentices and pets, and saw a group of female cultivators entering the evil cultivator's room, the female cultivator who closed the door at the end saw Han Jing, and nodded slightly to him, Just closed the door.

Han Jing looked at his apprentice: "Do you think they know each other?"

Han Jin said: "Niaomingpu is the righteous way after all. On the surface, I have absolutely no contact with evil cultivators. I don't know what happened in private. But there are nine female cultivators in this group, and they didn't dress up in disguise. The location is very eye-catching, but it doesn't seem like you want to hide your whereabouts, let's go upstairs and listen to the situation before making a conclusion."

The two of them went upstairs one by one, and there was a bucket of hot bath water in the room. Han Jin casually added a magic spell to keep the bath water warm, and a barrier was added to the next room, but it couldn't stop Han Jin, but Han Jin Jin Sheng was afraid that something indescribable was happening next door, and it was really not easy to share it with Han Jing, so he signaled Han Jing to wait a while and investigate it himself.

Han Jing looked at Han Jin obediently, waiting for Han Jin's feedback.

The little white sheep leaned all over the wall, listened for a while, and said to Han Jing: "It seems that they are not here to grab the artifact."

Han Jing heaved a sigh of relief, and Han Jin pinched seals with one hand, and performed a trick like a dream, showing Han Jing the situation next door.

Xie Xiu was lying on the bed, after two days of recuperation, Xie Xiu's complexion was much ruddy, and his body seemed to have fully recovered.Although he hated Hanjing, he didn't reject the clothes Hanjing bought. Wearing an inner shirt, he looked clean and in a good mood.

His hand was held by a female cultivator. The female cultivator had already taken off her veil. Although she was not beautiful, her facial features were unmistakable, and her brows were gentle, which made people feel kind.

The female cultivator held Xie Xiu's hand, her eyes were full of tears, her expression was mournful, and her words were full of sadness: "Poor Bi'er failed to escape the clutches of evil. Over the years, I often think of Bi'er. I was closest to her when I was young. I also persuaded her to trust others, and I did not take good care of her."

Xie Xiu lowered his eyes, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Mother... Mother has always wanted to go home, I am useless, I am not filial!"

The female cultivator shook her head: "It has nothing to do with you, you are just a child," she said in an annoyed voice, "Bi'er's hatred will never be left alone! I, Niaomingpu, have never been involved in affairs outside of Pupu, but I don't allow others to take it lightly. insult."

Xie Xiu raised his eyes to look at the female cultivator, and nodded slightly.

The female cultivator reached out her hand to touch Xixiu's hair, her eyes were full of tenderness: "Quxie, since your mother entrusted you to us before she died, we will naturally treat you as our own. You have a special physique, rest early today, and follow us tomorrow Let’s go back to Pu Nei first and settle down, Han Jing’s demon head is now highly cultivated, and he is accompanied by a god’s favor, so there is no need to worry about revenge, you can only take it slowly.”

Qu Xie choked with sobs and said, "Thank you, Auntie."

The nun touched his head again, Qu Xie couldn't help but wipe away tears.

Both Han Jin and the little white sheep looked at Han Jing, Han Jing felt uncomfortable, lowered his head, and did not speak in silence.

Han Jin and the little white sheep opened their mouths together and closed them again.There are some things that everyone understands, but not everyone can do.Han Jing himself knew that he was innocent, but as he said, he just couldn't let it go, what should he do?He is Hanjing, not a savage monster by nature, nor a Hanjin who has gone through thousands of sails. night net.

It is impossible for Han Jing to be calm, at least not right now. Trying to reason with Han Jing at this time is tantamount to putting more pressure on him: Look, someone is worrying about you, so stop worrying those who care about you and pretend to be happy look like.Han Jin couldn't do it, and neither could the always wanton little white sheep.

The female cultivators left the evil cultivator's room and each looked for a guest room to live in. Han Jing sat on the bed in a daze, and Han Jin and the little white sheep accompanied him in a daze.

The sun was setting and the moon was rising, and the lights were turned on in the room. The little white sheep was lying in Han Jing's arms with its white belly exposed, rolling and showing off its cuteness. .

Han Jin doesn't know how to be cute, so he can only hold Han Jing's hand and accompany him.

Bang, bang, there was a knock on the door.

This place is just a temporary place to stay. Neither Han Jing Han Jin nor Little Bai Yang has any friends or acquaintances here. It is really strange that someone knocks on the door at this time.Han Jing recovered from his fugue, his eyes became clear again, and he looked at Han Jin suspiciously.Han Jin let go of Han Jing's wrist, got up and went to open the door.As soon as the door opened, a white thing rushed in, went straight to Hanjing, landed on Hanjing and shivered.

Han Jing picked up the trembling little white bamboo shoot, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Xiaobai Bamboo Shoot just kept trembling and burrowed into Han Jing's arms without deforming or speaking.

The little white sheep who was busy being cute stood up and looked at the little bamboo shoot with a stern face: "This little bamboo shoot has been beaten back to its original shape."

Han Jing stared blankly at the little white sheep, the little white sheep's mouth was tightly pursed, and the sheep's face was murderous, it didn't look like he was joking.

Han Jin frowned and said: "But he is a monster with a pass. We haven't left the city yet. As long as he doesn't kill and set fire, no matter how mischievous he is, he should first contact the master through the pass before we can deal with it."

The little white sheep squinted his eyes and smiled coldly: "I want to see who dares to bully my monster junior! Little bamboo shoot, lead the way!"

The small bamboo shoot nestled in Han Jing's arms for a while, then suddenly came out of Han Jing's arms again, the verdant bamboo shoot tip rubbed against Han Jing's hand, jumped to the ground, jumped a few steps toward the door, and then stopped. Tilting the body of the bamboo shoot seems to be looking at Han Jing.

Han Jing was stunned for a moment, and quickly got up to follow. The little white sheep followed closely behind, with a small body the size of a palm, casting a huge black shadow on the ground.

The little bamboo shoot hopped and led the way, and Han Jin quickly realized: "It's the way to Cuizhuzhai."

Han Jing picked up the bamboo shoots and put them in his arms, and took a sword with Han Jin. In the sky, in the blink of an eye, he could see the smoke billowing from the Cuizhuzhai and the flames soaring into the sky.

The little bamboo shoot came out of Han Jing's arms and was about to jump down. Han Jing grabbed the bamboo shoot with one hand and made a tactic with the other, and a small-scale torrential rain suddenly fell out of nowhere over Cui Zhuzhai.However, the rain fell on the Flaming Mountain, but it was like adding fuel to the fire. Not only did it fail to extinguish the fire, but it exploded a huge fireball, spreading to both sides of the Cuizhuzhai!

Han Jing was taken aback, the little bamboo shoot was tightly attached to Han Jing's clothes and trembling, Han Jin's spiritual thoughts moved, and he looked at the bamboo shoot in Han Jing's arms: "Are the father and daughter of the Wang family still down here?"

The trembling body of the little bamboo shoot paused, desperately trying to light the tip of the shoot, a few drops of water oozed from the tip of the shoot.

Layers of water veils floated up around Han Jing's body, covering the two people and the monsters, and jumped into the boundless sea of ​​flames.

Han Jing is practicing the method of water and ice, and has a natural aversion to fire. The flames below are soaring into the sky, and before they fall, he feels the heat wave rushing towards him, and the smoke chokes his nose. of hot fog.

Han Jinlei's fire root has a natural affinity for fire, but at this time he couldn't help frowning, feeling disgusted in his heart. Although his level of sword cultivation is not as accurate as the law's cultivation and control of fire, his cultivation base can be used even for No matter how inexperienced in spells, even if he uses the technique of controlling fire and expelling fire, the effect will not be too bad.But the fire in Cuizhuzhai was completely undriven and hard to subdue.

The fire cannot be extinguished or controlled, so we can only find people to save them.

The little bamboo shoot was in a sea of ​​flames, anxiously pointing the way with the tip of the bamboo shoot, Han Jing quickly found the Wang family father and daughter.

The shopkeeper was originally an elegant Confucian scholar, but now he is naked and covered in charcoal, only the stature of a grown man can be seen.

Shu Niang was originally a lively and active girl, her big aura eyes had been burned to ashes by the flames, lying on the ground, it was rare to be quiet, and she will be completely quiet.

Han Jing stood in the flames, staring blankly at the two scorched corpses in front of him. The hot mist kept blurring his eyes, hanging on his long eyelashes, hanging heavily on his eyelids, desperately thinking Make him close his eyes.

But Hanjing had already forgotten how to close his eyes.

He stood in the hot, nasty flames, with two vivid faces in his mind and two fragile corpses in front of him.

This is the first time he faces death, and it is someone he knows, even if it is only a two-sided relationship.

Even if there is only a relationship between two people, he still remembers the way the shopkeeper asked him with a smile how the date cake tasted, and he also remembered the way Shuniang smiled with flour on her face.

Even though the corpses were beyond recognition, he still remembered their voices, their appearance, and the fragrance of jujube cake soaked in this small green bamboo studio.

What the hell is death?What my mind clearly remembers seems fake, like my own imagination, like it never existed in this world.Are humans so fragile?The stars in the sky, the flames on the ground, the boulders on the mountains, and the water in the river can easily overturn life and death.

The tips of the small bamboo shoots seeped water continuously, soaking Han Jing's clothes.Han Jing hugged him, and in the raging flames, the powerful body of the Mahayana monk felt a little cold.It seems that there is a wind blowing, ignoring the flames and water gauze, passing through the tears of the small bamboo shoots, blowing a chill.

Han Jin couldn't help but push Han Jing into his arms, and covered his eyes: "Don't look."

Han Jing's eyes should be gentle, soft, innocent and honest. His eyes should be springs flowing freely, passing through the shade and grassland, through the mountains and forests, gurgling endlessly and splashing with vitality.

Han Jing's eyes couldn't be so dull and stupid, like spring water hitting a mountain wall and turning into a pool of trapped stagnant water.

Han Jing didn't seem to be able to react, and it took a long time to pick Han Jin's fingers in a daze.Han Jin stubbornly covered his eyes, refusing to give in.The flames are everywhere, the water cannot be extinguished, and the magic cannot be controlled. He can only try his best to prevent Han Jing from seeing these things. He still hopes that Han Jing will never know about these common birth, old age, sickness, death and accidents, these common partings and regrets in the world. , don't understand, don't understand.What's more, the fire is so abnormal, how could it be a simple accident.

He was reluctant to understand those plots and tricks, the dirty things that took people's lives.

People's hearts, he is not willing to understand.

The author has something to say:

Grandpa is getting old and can't swallow on his own recently. The family is discussing whether to insert a gastric tube or just do nothing. It sounds cruel, but the human resources really come to an end.A person's life is doomed. If death is a tragedy, everyone's ending is a doomed tragedy.Whether you are an ordinary person with no power to restrain a chicken, or a Mahayana monk who can overwhelm the world, there is no way to fight against fate.