It is said that Shizun is a devil

Although the bookstore owner didn't say anything more, Han Jing always felt that the bookstore owner's eyes seemed to be on the book, but he was actually observing Fuwang's every move. He was too nervous to teach the book, and told the boss that he would bring Fuwang Take to the streets.

The boss looked at Han Jing, still expressionless, but Han Jing always felt that his eyes were gloomy, so he hugged Fuwang tightly, afraid that the boss would do anything.

The boss just asked indifferently: "Do you know the way? Do you need an interpreter?"

Han Jing nodded repeatedly, then shook his head suddenly: "Know the way, don't translate."

The boss lowered his head and continued to read.

Han Jing took Fuwang out of the house, wrapped Fuwang tightly with fox fur, made sure that the birthmark on the back of Fuwang's neck was not exposed, and took Fuwang to wander aimlessly. I know the way, but when I go out, I can’t tell the east, west, north, south, neither can understand the local dialect, nor can I understand the signs hanging on the street shops, so I find a nearby shop that seems to be selling tea and sit in.

Fuwang looked at Han Jing suspiciously, not understanding why the master suddenly took him out of the house.The master is obviously a person who would get lost if he left his cave in the mountains to fetch water, but now in this white snow city where everyone looks the same everywhere, he actually went out alone with himself.Fortunately, Fuwang has grown up and can already recognize his way, so it should be no problem to bring Master back.

Han Jing pointed to the neighboring table and ordered a pot of tea, and then sat with Fu Wang in the teahouse.I thought the words about Fuwang were groundless, but I didn't expect it to come from the mouth of the elders of the Yin Yang sect.Even Ru Hanjing, who is ignorant and ignorant, has learned about the origin of the Yin-Yang School from books.There are so many variables in the world that it is difficult for ordinary people to calculate them all. However, the founder of the Yin-Yang School is a strange man who can peek into the secrets from many variables.Legend has it that the Yin-Yang School has a secret method, which can reach the heavens, know the future, and break the world.But the way of heaven should not be asked lightly. The cost of asking once is at least ten years of life. The more you ask, the greater the impact on the future, the more life lost and the disasters that fall around you.

Han Jing didn't know what the bookstore owner said about the real person Dongji before he died. Was it because the real person Dongji was near his lifespan, or because the things he said were too important, he died directly?

Han Jing was fidgeting and thinking about the words of the bookstore owner, "The world will be peaceful when his son is about to die". The world's peace has nothing to do with a child who has no teeth. It is a predetermined fate, but let a child bear all this, so what's the use of royal power in the world!Besides, with Fuwang's talent, he is obviously the son of luck and heaven, and he actually became the person who overthrows the world in the prophecy, isn't it nonsense!

Han Jing is determined not to believe it, but everyone in the world is talking about it, and the lessons learned by him are vivid in his eyes. The rumors that everyone believes have become the truth. Force can make people submit, but they cannot convince people. Compared with the identity of Jing's apprentice, it is natural that Dongji's last words are more convincing.

Fuwang must never show the birthmark on his neck, never again!

Han Jing looked at Fuwang, and Fuwang looked blankly at Han Jing with a serious face, and asked in confusion, "Master?"

Fuwang...has never let him practice because Han Jing believes that Han Jing still has a lot of time to be by Fuwang's side before the unknown pursuer finds him. More than ten years is just a blink of an eye. Blinking slowly, watching Fuwang grow up a bit, his hair and teeth grow evenly, and when he matures in mind, he will not lose many possibilities because of his young child's body.However, this prophecy made Han Jing hesitate, he will be prosperous, Han Jing hopes that his fortune will be prosperous, but this child may not be destined for the life of ordinary people at all.

"Master." Fuwang shook Han Jing's sleeve and pointed to the outside of the teahouse, "I want candy."

Han Jing looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a candy seller taking out square candies wrapped in oiled paper from the box on the trolley and handing them to the children who bought the candy.Han Jing took out his Qiankun bag, took out a piece of Lingshi, and said, "Sit down, and I'll buy it for you."

Fuwang looked enviously at the children making a mess on the street: "Then, Master, can I play with them for a while?"

Fuwang has never had a playmate of the same age since he was a child. Han Jing can naturally see Fuwang's desire for those children's childish but enjoyable games. He stretches out his hand and puts a permanent illusion on Fuwang's neck: "Of course you can. , you go and play for a while, don't run far."

Fuwang nodded again and again, went out with Han Jing, loosened Han Jing's sleeves under Han Jing's encouraging eyes, walked timidly to the side of the children who were playing house, and asked in a low voice: "Can I play with you?" ?”

Those children couldn't understand the common language, and they all looked at Fuwang with puzzled faces.

Han Jing bought a handful of candy and handed it to Fuwang, Fuwang held the candy and passed it forward: "Eat candy, take me to play with you."

The children’s world is carefree, and the most important thing is to eat and play. One child reached out and took a piece of candy from Fuwang’s hand. Seeing that Fuwang was smiling happily and did not stop him, the other children also took the candy.After taking the candy, they are their own people. Even if the children do not understand the language, they can play games together without any obstacles. Fuwang quickly integrated into it.

Being with elders is certainly full of love, but being with people of the same age can be congenial to each other. The giggle on Fuwang's face made Han Jing also smile.

The street was full of children's loud laughter, a group of little things running around pushing and playing with each other, Fuwang ran wildly to avoid the chasing and fighting of other children, and soon broke out in sweat, untied the fox fur and ran Come and give it to Han Jing.

Han Jing cast a spell, and unless his cultivation level was higher than his own or he died, no one could see through the illusion on Fuwang's neck, so he put away the fox fur, gave him a few words of advice, and let him play.

Snowflakes fluttered on the street, and passers-by avoided the group of little devils. The little devils shouted loudly, and then dispersed, leaving a dazed Fuwang and another child standing on the road with his eyes covered.

The child covering his eyes said ten words, put down his hand, saw Fuwang giggling, and grabbed it, muttering as if saying Fuwang was stupid, then took Fuwang's hand and started looking for someone one by one .Fuwang followed him and lifted a few baskets and caught a few before he understood.

"Isn't it hide-and-seek?" Fuwang yelled, laughing and annoyed at the same time, "It doesn't count, I didn't understand what it was doing, so come again."

In the second round of hide-and-seek, Fuwang quickly ran into the jerky shop next to the teahouse. The owner who sold the jerky glanced at Fuwang. Fuwang smiled flatteringly. Quickly hid under the counter and hid.

Han Jing also looked away cooperatively, looking left and right, pretending that he didn't see where Fuwang went.

Bits of fine snowflakes are scattered like pure white petals. Children laugh and laugh on the white streets, and passers-by face to avoid them. This should be the life that Fuwang should live at this age. Consider freedom.But what appeared earlier than his birth was the prophecy about the child.With a simple sentence, changing a child's fate, being abandoned in the wilderness, being chased and killed in the busy city, how unfair it is!

And I don't seem to have enough strength to protect him.

The icicle broke through the smooth space and arrived at the jerky shop in a blink of an eye. With a wave of Hanjing's long sleeves, the wind and snow all over the sky were suddenly absorbed, wrapping the icicle lightly and skillfully, and turned into ice and snow again.

The owner of the jerky shop was still chopping meat with his head down, unaware.Fuwang hid under the counter of the jerky shop, revealing a small piece of blue clothes.

The snow-capped mountains in the distance vibrate loudly, and the snow floats up against the sky without a sound. The sky is blue and white, vast and boundless. The invisible hands danced and twirled, and in a blink of an eye they attached to each other and rolled bigger and bigger, forming a huge snowball at a height of [-] meters in Xuecheng. The snowball covered the sun and brought darkness to Xuecheng in advance.

Han Jing flipped his palms up and slapped them in the air. The snowballs scattered into snow dust and poured into the snow city. Han Jing was startled, and hurried to look at Fu Wang, just in time to see a line of lightly flying snow drifting past the jerky shop The threshold of the door, approaching the exposed corner of the blue clothes.

There was heavy snow, and the cold and pure white fingers picked up a snowflake and shot it towards the snow line. At the same time, he walked forward quickly, trying to hug Fuwang out.

The snow line was scattered by snowflakes and landed on the owner of the jerky shop. The boss raised his head and smiled at Han Jing. As a Mahayana monk, Han Jing's speed was already visible to the naked eye. Pulled out from under the counter, the jerky knife pressed Fuwang's neck, showing a dazzling red line.

Han Jing stopped in horror.

A child's cry came from the street, Han Jing didn't dare to look back, only Fuwang's pale face was in front of him.

The owner of the jerky shop smiled again. This human being has a simple and honest appearance, and his smile does not make people vigilant. He put the knife on Fuwang's neck, but his eyes looked out the door, and his voice was calm and joking: "You Look, those nasty kids seem to be dying."

Han Jing slowly turned sideways, and quickly glanced outside the door.

The snowflakes lightly entangled several children and lifted them up into the air. No matter how much the children struggled and cried, none of the snowflakes could lower their height.

The owner of the jerky shop looked back at Han Jing's face, and asked interestingly, "If you had to choose between those kids outside and this one in my hand, who would you choose?"

Han Jing couldn't answer, he looked at Fuwang, Fuwang raised his neck, red blood flowed from the butcher shop owner's knife along the tender neck, although Fuwang didn't say a word, the fear in his eyes couldn't be concealed.He looked at Han Jing expectantly, expecting himself to be the chosen one, but he faintly realized that with Han Jing's personality, those children outside the door were equally important.

"Are you waiting for your lover and pet?" The owner of the jerky shop looked at him with a smile, as if he had the chance to win, "They are all guests in the Lin Mansion, and they probably won't be able to make it for a while. Choose one, son, It's time for you to make your own choice, hasn't your master taught you that you can't always rely on others."

Han Jing clenched his fists, pursed his lips, and looked warily at the boss.

"Hey, you are really different from your master." The owner of the jerky shop sighed, "Hesitating can't save people, you have to hold time in your own hands."

The wind and snow outside the door suddenly turbulent, and the snow line around a child suddenly dispersed.

Han Jing raised her hand subconsciously and sent out a snow ladder.

"Master..." Fuwang's voice sounded at the same time.

Han Jing turned her head and saw a large stream of blood gushing out from the side of Fuwang's neck instantly. It was red and sticky, winding down Fuwang's white and tender skin, stinging people's eyes.

Fuwang's tears rolled down his cheeks, and he tried his best to stretch out his little hand to Han Jing. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound.

But Han Jing recognized that mouth shape, and the voice in his head was so familiar.

Lively, happy, dependent, coquettish voice.

Master...