[Hidden] legend

1.

Today's dinner at Dazhufeng was extraordinarily wonderful.

The scrambled eggs with tomatoes that were supposed to be sweet, sour, tender, red, yellow and bright turned into a sour and salty orange paste. The fried cabbage was fried with too much oil, and the carrot cake was slightly overcooked, revealing a mushy aroma. , just a pot of rice porridge is white, thick and fragrant, just like some porridge should be.

However, the culprit was not at the dinner table at the moment, Lu Daxin tremblingly raised his hand when Master asked, "Who made this meal? Where are the old seven!" "Master, Xiaofan made the meal , he doesn’t seem to be feeling well, he almost took his meal outside Dazhufeng just now... I think he’s a bit out of spirit, so I let him go back to his room to rest.”

Not feeling well?Suru looked at Tian Buyi: "It's probably due to a leg injury, I'm still a little weak. Linger, after dinner, go and see Xiaofan."

Tian Ling'er nodded, Tian Buyi knew that the boy was used to forbearance, and he would not want to trouble others when he was sick, so he didn't say anything for a while, the Qimai martial arts is approaching, and nothing is as important as practicing kung fu, so he moved his chopsticks first , Greeting everyone to eat, fortunately, although the food looks poor, the taste is still better than the craftsmanship of the other apprentices, and a meal is not too much like torture.

After dinner, Tian Linger and Song Daren took the hot porridge and went outside Xiaofan's room, and yelled, but they were already asleep inside.

Tian Linger was a little worried, but she was older now, and knew the difference between men and women, so it was not easy to go in after hearing that Xiao Fan had already laid down, so she had no choice but to push Senior Brother Song to let Xiao Fan eat something before going to bed anyway.

Song Daren saw the resolute appearance of the younger junior sister, couldn't help smiling, nodded, and went into Xiaofan's bedroom with the tray. Little Gray Rhubarb had gone to nowhere at this time, and the younger junior was lying face-to-face. On the bed, alone, it looked extraordinarily thin.

Song Daren put the porridge bowl beside the bed: "Xiaofan, what's wrong with you? Do you want me to invite my wife to come over and have a look? Let's drink some porridge while it's hot, this is warmed for you by my junior sister."

Zhang Xiaofan didn't want to bother his wife, sat up a little and said: "Xiaofan is fine, just a little dizzy, maybe it's too cold today, just caught cold."

Unless you are proficient in repelling things, it is common for students to be afraid of heat and cold, and the fourth and fifth children are not very resistant to cold, Song Daren didn't think there was any problem with this statement, and quickly brought the hot porridge to Xiaofan : "Then you should drink something warm to drive away the cold."

Zhang Xiaofan couldn't shirk it, and he couldn't eat much, he could only sip the rice soup in small mouthfuls, he was indeed cold, but it wasn't just the coldness of his body, it was the coldness in his bones, like ice slag flowing in his blood, Every inch hurts.

Seeing that he was not moving, Song Daren approached him worriedly and called him, Zhang Xiaofan's eyes flickered, in the mist, the warm white rice soup seemed to have turned into the fish soup of that day, the man's suspicion of poor craftsmanship flashed by, and changed Zhang Xiaofan was stunned by the facial features approached by Senior Brother Song, and said vaguely: "I'm a little sleepy, I accidentally lost my mind."

Song Daren heaved a sigh of relief: "Scared me, I see, you are just tired. You have been recuperating for the past few days and rarely move. Now that you are back on the peak, you are cooking and practicing. Mountain running, it’s too much movement at once. You should take your time. Now that you are back, don’t always go to the back mountain. I know that you and that senior Ding have a good relationship. It’s not like I won’t see you again in the future. Why do you have to go every day? Woolen cloth?"

Zhang Xiaofan drooped his eyelashes, thought to himself that even if he passed by again, Ding Yin probably wouldn't want to see him.

He was stuffed with terms such as red soul stone and son of the six stars, and wanted to ask, but he remembered that senior brother Song knew only Yunyou's rhetoric, so he put it down and asked, "elder brother... the Qingyun sect's rectification of demons About the great war... How much does the elder brother know?"

Song Daren looked surprised: "Why did you think of asking this?"

Zhang Xiaofan shook his head: "It's nothing, just asking casually."

Song Daren is the big disciple of Big Bamboo Peak, he has always loved this little junior who he has brought with him since he started, so he didn't care about the reason, and said with the mentality of telling a story to his junior: "Actually, I haven't experienced that either. 800 years ago, I didn't know where it was. It is said that it was the extremely talented patriarch of our sect, Patriarch Qingye, who led the Qingyun sect and other sects to fight the demon sect led by the black-hearted old man. This In the first battle, the black-hearted old man was seriously injured, and the righteous way won a big victory, and our Qingyun sect has become a decent leader."

Zhang Xiaofan recalled the ancient battle that he saw in his dream, he couldn't help but murmured: "Goodness defeated evil, but Caomiao Village was still destroyed...a big war...what did it solve?"

Song Daren was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly said: "Xiaofan, you still can't let it go? But, you can't talk nonsense. Master taught us early in the morning, we disciples of Qingyun sect, we should set our minds for the world and make a living The people establish their lives, inherit the unique learning for the sages, and bring peace to all generations. In the case of Caomiao Village, the demon sect is ruthless. If they are not fighting against the evil, similar things in this world will only become more rampant. We are the people of the demon sect. It will never be tolerated! You have to calm down."

Zhang Xiaofan thought of Master's words, and recalled the sentence in the dream: "Good and evil... Right and wrong are nothing more than a single thought, Tao is higher than human heart..."

Song Daren pressed his shoulder: "Xiaofan, what on earth are you trying to say? You're like this...you scare senior brother."

Zhang Xiaofan closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "I was just thinking... what is a demon... what is Zheng...Elder brother, Qing Yunmen can't tolerate demons, can they?"

Song Daren didn't dare to underestimate Xiaofan's words, and nodded solemnly: "Of course, the people of the Demon Cult are vicious and vicious, and of course Qingyun Sect cannot tolerate the Demon Cult. As a disciple of Qingyun, eliminating demons and defending Taoism should be your belief, Xiaofan, You must remember."

Eliminating demons and defending Tao... Then why can Ding Yin stay in Dazhu Peak?Master doesn't know?Doesn't the master know?Water unicorn, what did that water unicorn notice?

Zhang Xiaofan couldn't ask any of these real troubles. Seeing the big brother's eyes were burning brightly, he had no choice but to nod. Song Daren regarded him as weak and cranky, and stopped disturbing him. He told him to rest earlier, and left Xiaofan's room. .

2.

The candles dimmed.

Ding Yin stood on the porch, hooked the lantern off the hook and carried it in his hand. Looking down, he saw that the base of the fixed candle was covered with wax oil, and there was only a little bit of lead wire left. He struggled to absorb the surrounding wax liquid, and stubbornly released the last bit. A faint flame.

Ding Yin took the lantern into the house and took out a new red candle from the cabinet. When he was about to lower his head to blow out the last flame, he suddenly remembered something, so he put the new wax and the still bright lantern in his hand. There is no need to change the core after leaving the table.

He sat in front of the table, reaching for the dark blue stick, but still couldn't think of a reason.

When he was in Shushan that year, although he didn't finish reading all the books in Shuge, but because he was interested in the ancient weapons of the gods and wanted to know if there was anything that could destroy the red soul stone, he knew it well. I have done a lot, but in my memory, there seems to be nothing related to this iron rod.

Yes, he thinks there is something wrong with this iron rod, it has nothing to do with the beads on it, it has nothing to do with Zhang Xiaofan's blood, it's just this dark blue stick.

Because he remembered that when he was by the pool that day, his sleeping consciousness was awakened by something, more accurately, it should be the power of the red soul stone was awakened by something.

He didn't know what it was at the beginning, but now he doubts the object in his hand.

He thought of the rays of light from the exercises that he vaguely saw that day, black and blood red, the black color should be this iron rod, and the blood red beads are what sucked Zhang Xiaofan's blood, and the current appearance of this iron rod is obviously two This kind of exercise is because he still has Zhang Xiaofan's blood, the blood is condensed and condensed, the evil nature is restrained, and melted into one thing.

During the day, Ding Yin realized that the bead was actually useless to him. Although he had gathered evil blood energy, he himself had absorbed the ghosts of thousands of ghosts.However, that black evil thing seems to be a bit smart, otherwise it wouldn't have changed when he ran the blood shadow magical skill and came into contact with Zhang Xiaofan.

But the problem is that this thing recognizes its owner, and there is no movement in his hands. If he wants to confirm his speculation, he has to let Zhang Xiaofan experience the power of the red soul stone and his own memory again, but he is not completely sure of his speculation. I also don't intend to make the other party suffer again.

He is holding the iron rod with one hand, and with the other hand, a faint power is gathered around the rod. Although the iron rod is floating in the air because of his power, it is nothing more. Ding Yin does not have any power The feeling of being sucked away.

The son of six stars is the most suitable host for the red soul stone. Now all 81 souls have returned to the main stone. In addition, in the first half of the year, they have been refined with magical skills. Fusion, unless he dies, no one can take that stone out of his body.

The exercises in his hands dispersed, and the iron rod fell on the table. The vibration extinguished the faint flame remaining in the lantern beside him, and the original slightly brighter light in the room returned to only one candle burning. when.

Ding Yin looked at the dimmed lantern quietly for a while, then lifted it and put it in the corner under the table, got up and closed the door that he forgot to close when he brought it in just now.

Suddenly feel very tired.

Ding Yin stood behind the door, looked around the simple bamboo house, and thought silently, when he left, he should trouble Tian Buyi to tear it down, anyway, he will never come back, anyway, no one will come again.

Ding Yin rubbed his neck and walked towards the bed, but he had only taken two steps when suddenly there were several hurried footsteps on the steps outside the bamboo house, followed by a hasty knock on the door.

The door was not latched, and the knocker exerted more strength, and pushed the door open all at once.

Ding Yin turned around, and the people outside kept raising their hands to knock on the door. They were dressed in single clothes, with eager eyes, sweat on their foreheads, and even the two strands of hair on their foreheads stuck to their temples.

Ding Yin looked at the other party in surprise, and was about to ask "why don't you even wear a coat", the anxiety in Zhang Xiaofan's expression faded away, and he stepped forward, raised his arms to wrap his arms around him, and buried his face in him in the hollow of the shoulder.

Ding Yin paused with his hands in the air, confused, the person in his arms was panting heavily, obviously he had run all the way here, the thin clothes couldn't keep the heat from his body, and all the warmth came out little by little.

Ding Yin felt that he was trembling, fearing that he would catch a cold, and quickly patted the other person on the back: "Xiaofan, I'll get you a dress, you're like this..."

——"Leaving Qingyunmen..."

Half of Zhang Xiaofan's face was pressed against his shoulder, his voice was muffled, and he paused because he was panting.

Ding Yin's half-sentence was blocked, Zhang Xiaofan said again tremblingly, "Leaving Qingyunmen...not to travel, but because...because of the seal...isn't it?"

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