It is said that Shizun is a devil

Because of the clown bird's expression of despair, Han Jing realizes that the clown bird can understand human language and has self-respect.Although it is a natural evil spirit, it also has its own will, feelings and thoughts. In this world, no matter people, demons, demons, or monsters, they can be respected and accepted by others, and it is only because of their individual will that they can be respected and accepted. Self-emotional constraints, from this point of view, Han Jing can't see the clown bird as an evil spirit that should be killed with a knife.

The clown bird shrinks into a decadent quail on Han Jing's shoulders. It doesn't look very energetic. When Han Jing talks to it, it doesn't answer and is not very energetic. It only comes out when Han Jing proposes to give it a name. The voice echoed.

"So... let's call it Hanchou." The word "ugly" in the middle was blurred by Hanjing, but the clown bird didn't hear it clearly, but he had no objection to the name, and rubbed his cold head against Hanjing's earlobe to express his approval.

Fuwang looked at Han Jing talking to the clown bird disapprovingly, but he knew Han Jing's character, and it was absolutely impossible to ignore the clown bird again at this time, so he didn't say much.

It's just that the clownbird's eating is really a headache. Hanjing pretended to hit him twice, which scared the clownbird so much that he didn't dare to consume Hanjing's spiritual power unscrupulously. He barely learned it until the end. Fortunately, Mahayana monks have abundant spiritual power , I am not afraid that it will eat a little every day.

When the master and apprentice came, one ran away and the other chased, but when they went back, they both slowed down, so that it took two or three days before they returned to the hillside in front of the hut.

I have been walking in the loess and sandstorm for a long time, and it is always refreshing to see the delicate flowers and the green grass. For the first time since the clown bird was born, I saw the blue sky, white clouds and green grass. Abandoning the cold shoulders, he flapped his wings and ran to the grass to roll and have fun.

Hanjing and Fuwang didn't care about it, although they didn't say it clearly, they walked towards the wooden house in unison.

Whether Han Jing will leave or stay, and whether Fuwang will leave or stay, there must be a result.

However, as soon as the master and apprentice approached the small wooden house, they felt the breath of living things in the wooden house at the same time. They looked at each other, and it was Fuwang who reacted first. He flipped his right hand and held a dagger in his palm. He was vigilant. Standing half a step in front of Han Jing, he walked to the wooden door first and took a look at Han Jing.

Han Jing made a gesture with both hands and nodded, Fuwang quickly pushed open the door, got short and rushed into the wooden house.

The people in the wooden house were leisurely and at ease. They put down the scrolls in their hands, stood up from the only bed, and looked at the two people at the door.

Both Han Jing and Fu Wang were taken aback.

The man smiled, with a hearty smile.

Han Jing's mind is in a mess and he can't figure out what to do. This person is absolutely impossible to appear here, but who in this world can remember and pretend to be this person?

When Han Jing was still in a blank mind, Fu Wang who was just stunned for a moment had decisively pulled Han Jing and turned around and ran away.

Han Jing was dragged away by him for a few steps in a daze, and looked back to see that the man had followed him, standing at the door of the wooden house, still smiling all over his face, which seemed to imply connivance, and that smile instantly coincided with a long-standing memory, making Han Jing feel at ease immediately. Make sure the person is standing there alive and definitely not being impersonated.

Han Jing turned back to La Fuwang: "Don't run, I'm going to ask him."

Fuwang was very strong, and kept pulling Han Jing: "He is a bad guy, go away!"

The clown bird was playing on the hillside by itself, when suddenly a gust of wind passed by. Seeing that Fuwang was pulling Han Jing away, he froze for a moment, spread his wings and screamed and chased after him, fearing that Han Jing would leave him behind.

Han Jing used his spiritual power a little, sank into his dantian, used a heavy weight pendant, and refused Fuwang's escape plan: "Do you know who he is?"

Fuwang couldn't move, he stomped his feet anxiously: "I know, he is a bad guy, he wants to kill me, hurry up and go away."

Han Jing stubbornly stood where she was, refusing to leave: "You go first, I'll check."

Fuwang was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead, and a pair of deep eyes with thick lines revealed a prayer: "Master, let's go first, and I will explain to you later."

Han Jing refused without hesitation, and pushed Fuwang's hand away: "Since he wants to kill you, you go first. If he wants to kill me, I will block you for a while. If he doesn't want to kill me, I must ask clearly, what is going on in this world!"

How could he still appear here!

Fuwang grasped Han Jing's sleeves tightly with both hands, and seeing that Han Jing was indifferent to his prayers, he slowly mustered up his courage and his eyes were firm: "I won't leave Master alone."

The clown bird managed to fly and run to catch up with Han Jing, and plunged into Han Jing's arms with a scream. Han Jing held the bird in one hand, and was dragged by Fu Wang by the sleeve of the other hand. Suddenly, he felt that he had a child in his left hand and a child in his right It is cruel to force children to face their own fears.

Fuwang's fear is real fear, even though Han Jing doesn't think that person will do anything scary, but a sensible child like Fuwang begs him to escape, Han Jing is not willing to let him go against his survival instinct Ask yourself an answer that may or may not be important.

"Let's go." Masters are always the first to compromise. Han Jing grabbed Fuwang's hand and stopped holding back, "Where are we going?"

Fuwang took Han Jing and ran away.

However, facing the person who only hoped to stop for a moment with Han Jing's cultivation, no matter how fast Fuwang ran, he was still easily stopped by that person.

The wind and sand on the loess land can always easily captivate the eyes, the man's smile is shining like the morning sun, looking at Han Jing and Fu Wang with love and indulgence in his eyes.

Fuwang's hand holding Hanjing's wrist tightened unconsciously, Hanjing glanced at Fuwang, Fuwang's eyelashes trembled, his eyes wandered, and he really looked scared.

Han Jing suddenly had a sense of absurdity that he was the only one who was kept in the dark despite being a family.They are obviously a family, but they are afraid of each other, only they naively think that everyone is happy.There was a secret among these people that he didn't know about, and this secret made Han Jing a fool, an outsider, and a person who was ignored by everyone.

Han Jing grabbed Fuwang's wrist, pulled him behind him, stepped forward half a step, and stood in front of Fuwang, with a lot of clues. He thought he would be emotionally agitated and unable to control himself, but he opened his mouth and found that he couldn't ask. This secret He has only been vaguely aware of its existence so far, and the recent events seem to be related, but they are a mess that can't be figured out, and there is no way to open it. In the end, Han Jing opened his mouth, just a calm greeting.

"Han Jing, pay homage to Master."

The man's smile remained unchanged, his eyes were full of kindness, and he nodded, looking like an impeccable and loving elder.

Han Jing had no choice but to hold Fuwang's trembling hands to give Fuwang strength: "Didn't the master ascend to the ascension more than 500 years ago?"

Master Fa Dao doesn’t leave many impressions in Han Jing’s memory, but in Han Jing’s childhood memory, Master Fa Dao is a lively and detached master who is a little afraid of his apprentices and rarely sees a serious elder .

When Han Jing was less than a hundred years old, Han Jing personally watched him pass through the nine sky thunders, board the Rainbow Bridge, and enter the big world. He has not seen him for nearly 600 years.

Ascension is a road that everyone looks forward to but has no return. Those who become immortals cut off the mortal ties and can only be accommodated in the big world.

However, the person Han Jing watched ascension with his own eyes appeared here more than 500 years later, and became a person feared by his apprentices.

For a moment, Han Jing was filled with confusion, thinking of Tian Dao's saying that he couldn't afford it, and a strange thought popped up.

Has there been any unknown chaos in the world of heaven?

Daoist Fa Dao is a handsome man. His handsomeness doesn't care about his delicate appearance, but he only has an aura of wanton indulgence in the fire and scorching sun. The hero of Ma Tianya.

At this time, this wanton and happy hero, with the dignified appearance of an elder, although he has a kind face and caring eyes, makes Han Jing fear for no reason.

Daoist Fa Dao loves to laugh, as if there is nothing not to be happy about in this world. He is smiling all over his face at this time, but it is different from the raging fire and scorching sun in the past. When you grow up, you look so cute, where did your master go?"

Han Jing shook his head: "I haven't seen Master for a long time."

Master Fa Dao sighed maturely, looking like a stable elder: "I am his master anyway, what does it mean that he always avoids me?"

"Always?" Han Jing now understands the meaning of people's words more and more, "Shouldn't the master be studying immortality in the big world? Why do you always look for the master?"

Master Fa Dao shook his head: "It's a long story, behind you, is your apprentice?"

Han Jing and Fu Wang held each other's wrists and increased their strength almost at the same time. Han Jing moved half a step sideways and blocked Fu Wang behind him: "It's my little disciple."

Master Fa Dao laughed again: "Then what are you hiding? Come out and pay respects to the patriarch."

Han Jing also smiled: "Isn't Master always dislikes people coming and going? I wonder how long Master will stay when he comes back this time?"

Master Fa Dao glanced at Fu Wang, then turned his gaze back to Han Jing: "I'm coming back this time, so I won't leave."

Han Jing said: "But the book says that after ascension, you will go to the big world with more abundant spiritual power. This small world can no longer accommodate immortals."

"Xiao Hanjing doesn't welcome me?"

It is difficult for Han Jing to maintain a smile, and a fake smile is more mentally exhausting than fighting: "Han Jing naturally welcomes the return of the master, but I am afraid that the aura of the small world will not be able to maintain the operation of the aura of the master, and I am afraid that it will hurt the body of the master."

Master Fa Dao smiled brightly: "Xiao Han has a heart."