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Ling Xun dreamed that he went back to that night 14 years ago. The old butler hid him in the big wine jar in the wine cellar and told him not to come out no matter what happened.He huddled in the cold wine jar, heard the noise outside, didn't even dare to breathe, fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up again, there was a dead silence around him, and there was no movement at all.

Ling Xun growled with hunger, and finally forgot what the old housekeeper said. Like a little wild cat cub with a strong desire to survive, he tried his best to push a big stone on the wine jar and climbed out.

It was pitch black outside, he curled up for too long, his hands and feet were numb, and he tripped over something after walking a few steps.

Ling Xun smelled an unpleasant smell, fishy and stinky, and when he tentatively touched the thing that tripped him, he found that it was a cold hand.Only four years old, he finally cried out of fright, but he didn't dare to scream loudly, and ran to the corner to form a ball.

At this moment, he heard footsteps, someone came towards the wine cellar, opened the secret door of the wine cellar, and walked down the stone steps gently.

"Why are you crying? Who made you sad?"

Ling Xun heard the voice of a strange young man, and there was a faint light coming from the open secret door of the wine cellar, and he could roughly see the person standing in front of him.

"Are you hungry? Here, eat something first." The man took out something from his arms and handed it to him, but Ling Xun dared not take it because of the natural vigilance of the little beast.

The man didn't force him, just sat on the ground next to him, leaning against the wall with him, took the thing Ling Xun refused to accept, broke a small piece in his hand, put it into his mouth and ate it.

It took a long time for Ling Xun's eyes to adapt to the darkness, but at this time, a little light leaked in from outside, and he was able to see in the dark.He finally saw clearly the person beside him, it was just a boy not a few years older than him.

What the boy was eating was actually a soft white steamed bun, he just broke off a little each time and put it in his mouth to eat silently.

Probably because he was so hungry, Ling Xun stared at the boy's thin lips, and swallowed unconsciously as he chewed.

The young man probably sensed Ling Xun's gaze, and broke off a small piece of steamed bun, and handed it to Ling Xun's mouth.

This time Ling Xun just hesitated for a moment, then bit down, almost biting the boy's finger.

After being fed half a steamed bun like this, Ling Xun finally lost the feeling of hunger, so he remembered to look around, but before he could see what those things were lying on the ground, His eyes were lightly covered with one hand.

"do not look."

The boy kept Ling Xun's eyes covered, picked him up, and led him out of the wine cellar.

The majestic and mighty Zhennan General's Mansion in the past has been completely changed overnight. The pavilions and pavilions have become ruins. Occasionally, a few flames that will not be extinguished in the future can be seen. Pale faces.

Ling Xun struggled a few times, and finally managed to get some gazes from between the young man's fingers. His young body stiffened, and he asked softly, "Brother, are those people asleep?"

The young man was silent for a moment, and removed the hand that blocked Ling Xun's eyes.

"No, they're all dead."

There are layers of soldiers around Zhennan General's Mansion, and there are officers and soldiers patrolling all night with torches on the surrounding streets, but I don't know how the boy did it. Ling Xun only felt that he was hugging himself, stepping on strange steps, sometimes Covered by the walls and trees, sometimes he leaped onto the beams of the house, broke through the encirclement without a sound, even escaped the stricter interrogation at the city gate, and led Ling Xun out of the city.

The young son of the Ling family, who has always been known as the devil king of the world, rarely lay obediently in the boy's arms, and he didn't know how many ways he had walked in his arms, when the boy suddenly stopped.Ling Xun smelled the strong stench again, turned his head, and by the moonlight, he found that they were standing on the edge of a valley.

Ling Xun now knew that these people were not asleep, but dead.

"Why do these people die?" Ling Xun asked in a low voice with wide eyes open.

"Because they are formation masters." The young man replied, without explaining to Ling Xun why the formation masters were about to die, "We have to pass through here, will you be afraid?"

Ling Xun bit his lip and said nothing, but the small fist clenched tightly on the young man's front revealed the fear in his heart.

"If you are afraid, look up and count the stars in the sky. I will teach you to sing a song. After you memorize it, we will leave from here."

The young man hugged Ling Xun up again, let him put his arms on his shoulders and looked up to the sky, and then whispered in his ear: "Three times, Kun six breaks. Shock the bowl , Gen covers the bowl. It is empty in the middle, full in the ridge. It is empty on the top, and broken on the bottom."

Ling Xun followed the boy's sentence by sentence, and kept looking up at the sky, not thinking that they were crossing the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

Until many years later, his impression of that night still remained in the thin but stable shoulders of the young man, the endless sky full of stars, and the "Eight Diagrams Song" that served as his enlightenment for the formation master.

That night, the fragrance in the boy's hair covered up the blood in the wind, and his light voice suppressed the creepy ghost crying in the valley.

That night, the teenager used a pair of shoulders and a pair of legs to bring Ling Xun out of the ruins shrouded in death, and gave him a new surname.

From now on, your surname will be Feng.

If you want to survive, you forget your identity as the son of General Zhennan in Wuling County, Jingzhou...

"Boss Feng? Boss Feng?"

Ling Xun felt that it had been a long time since he had such a good night's sleep. When he opened his heavy eyelids again, what he saw was Ruan Ji's sparse and trembling goatee.

"Brother Feng is awake?!" Wang Da hurriedly pushed Ruan Ji away, and approached with a big dark face, which didn't look like visiting a sick person, as if he wanted to scare the person who had just woken up to faint again.

Ruan Ji pointed to Jiang Shan and said: "I said it should be fine, and it will definitely wake up. A few big animals in our mountain had the same symptoms before, they just got tired and took a good night's sleep. You still don't believe me."

Ling Xun's throat felt as if it had been rolled by gravel, and the pain was unbearable. He wanted to drink some water, but he couldn't make a sound. He raised his finger and gestured for a while, but Wang Ruan Ersi didn't understand what he meant, and finally just walked in the door Zhong Lishan poured Ling Xun a glass of water from the table and handed it over.

After pouring down a glass of water, Ling Xun finally breathed a sigh of relief, and asked the first sentence, "How is the village?"

Zhong Lishan's expression was haggard, his eyes were dimmed, and he was full of grief, hearing Ling Xun's question, he just said without sadness or joy: "It's all right now, you should rest well, don't worry about it anymore."

When Wang Da and Ruan Ji saw Zhongli Shan coming, they were no longer as noisy as before, and they rarely squeezed together and whispered to Zhongli Shan, "Master, since Brother Feng has woken up, you don't have to worry about it. I haven't closed my eyes for three days and three nights, and even my iron body can't hold it, so hurry up and go to sleep for a while."

Zhong Lishan shook his head, sat there for a while, gave some instructions, and then drifted away like a wandering spirit, saying: "I'll go and accompany your sister-in-law again."

When Zhong Lishan left, Wang Da and Ruan Ji sighed silently.

Ruan Ji: "I don't know if the master can survive this time."

Wang Da: "Yes, but fortunately Brother Feng's formation master friend came in time this time, otherwise we would all go down to accompany sister-in-law now."

Ruan Ji glared at Wang Da: "Don't mention sister-in-law anymore, be careful and get used to it, if you don't talk about the door in front of the boss, you will die by then."

As soon as Ling Xun heard Wang Da say that his friend came to rescue him in time, he suddenly remembered the man he saw before he passed out, and sat up from the bed, which shocked Wang Da and Ruan Ji.

"Where is that person?!"

Wang Da: "Oh my god, brother Feng, you scared me to death, why are you in such a hurry!"

Ruan Ji: "Where is that man?"

Ling Xun: "That's what you said, my friend who is a magician, is he still in Qingping Mountain?"

Wang Da and Ruan Ji didn't understand where Ling Xun's excitement came from, and they were a little dazed, "Ah, yes, they are still in Qingping Mountain. What's the matter? Your friends have been kind to us, and we dare not If you are negligent, I will arrange it in the back mountain courtyard on the top of your mountain!"

Without saying a word, Ling Xun got off the bed without putting on his shoes, before he even had time to put on an outer shirt, he snatched the saber from Wang Da's waist, and ran out like a gust of wind.

At the beginning, Zhonglishan vacated a mountain alone for Ling Xun and his people from Jinxiulou to live in. In order to facilitate him to bring more people here in the future, he specially renovated several other courtyards in the back mountain, just hoping to let him get used to this luxury. The young master Beizi is comfortable, stays in Qingping Mountain for a while, and even fantasizes that he can marry a wife and have children here, and let him raise ten or eight cubs.

Therefore, Ling Xun's Houshan courtyard is spacious and magnificent, and it also has good Fengshui and good scenery.

Walking around from the front mountain to the back mountain almost in one breath, Ling Xun walked outside the other courtyard, but was stopped by a strange formation that soared through the clouds and could not get close at all.He stared unkindly at the gate of the other courtyard for a long while, then suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Where is my good friend? It's rare that I escaped from death, why didn't I come out to see me, and even used formations to stop me at the door outside?"

Not long after, the cloud and mist surrounding the gate of the other courtyard dissipated, the gate opened, and a man stepped out like a dog, this man Ling Xun will never forget in his life.

"Hey, Boss Feng, don't come here without any problems." The man was tall and thin, with a plain and simple face. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary martial artist, but his aura was far from that of a martial arts practitioner. .

"Don't come here without any harm." Ling Xun clasped the knife tightly in his hand, and said with a fake smile, "Master Chief Historian."

That's right, this person is exactly the lackey of Qin Chao who abducted Ling Xun from Jincheng and took him all the way to the Changshi Mansion in the capital, the chief historian.

Unexpectedly, Ling Xun only called out "Chief Historian" and he was still doing well, but the Chief Historian suddenly changed his face, as if he had done something modest and worried that others would hear and see him, so he turned around cunningly and went to the other courtyard. Li looked at it and confirmed that there was no problem, then turned his head and said to Ling Xun: "Shh, my Grandpa Feng, please keep your voice down! Don't mention the word "Chang Shiguan" again! Anyway, we have had friendship before." , I am a constant servant in the middle school, bah, I said a lot of good things to you in front of that old thief Qin Chao, you can't hurt me!"

Seeing some twists and turns, Ling Xun temporarily suppressed the hesitation in his heart, and asked coldly, "What's the matter, let the fart go."

The chief historian pulled Ling Xun to a place far away from the other courtyard, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Boss Feng, I have known you for so long, and I haven't introduced myself yet. My surname is Sun Minglang, and my name is Mingde. I am from Bingzhou. If you offend, please ask Boss Feng to make a lot of it, don't take it to heart."

Ling Xun laughed in his heart when he heard that, fortunately this person still took the word "Mingde" to make eagle claws for a treacherous eunuch, which is also interesting.But what he found more interesting was the man's polite attitude at this time.

It stands to reason that with Sun Lang's strength, his array skills are no less than those of the three array mages who followed the one-eyed bandit leader to attack the mountain. In addition to the people he brought this time, there seem to be many array mages among them. It shouldn't be a problem eight times a second time, why do you have to put on such a humble attitude?

Ling Xun changed his previous expression, and said with a smile: "Brother Sun, what about Brother Sun, Brother Sun saved Qingping Mountain from danger, Feng Mou couldn't be more grateful, how could he still take those insignificant old things to heart?"

Seeing that Ling Xun was so good, Sun Lang was quite satisfied, and said modestly: "No matter where, we also came to Qingping Mountain after being instructed by an expert. It was just a coincidence to help, and we really dare not take credit for it."

Expert advice?

Ling Xun frowned slightly, "I don't know which expert Brother Sun is talking about, has Feng heard of it?"

Sun Lang thought for a while, nodded and said: "You should have heard of it. His surname is Mu. His father, Mu Yin, was a guest at the Zhennan General's Mansion before his death. The name of his son was very inattentive. He was named Mu Jiu just because he was ranked ninth in the family. However, after studying, he got a name, but it was not very serious. It was a grass name. It's called Huaifeng. Fortunately, this gentleman still has a nickname, Sichen. So everyone calls him Mr. Sichen, or Mr. Mu. By the way, before the accident in the capital, his house in Beijing was not far from Yuan's residence. Boss Feng has a good relationship with the second son of the Yuan family, and he lived there when he first entered Beijing, didn't he visit him?"

In fact, when Sun Lang said "His surname is Mu", Ling Xun's head exploded, and a voice kept repeating in his heart: "He is not dead, he is really not dead! I know he will not die !" As for what Sun Lang said later, Ling Xun didn't listen at all, and when Sun Lang finally finished his chatter, he hurriedly asked, "Where did you meet this Mr. Mu? "

"This starts with the fire in Beijing."

Sun Lang was about to start a long speech. Although Ling Xun was urgent, he could only wait patiently for him to speak, and he really didn't want to miss any details about that person.

"The formation masters hidden in Beijing took advantage of the rebellion of Liangzhou soldiers and set fire to the imperial palace. Qin Chao's formation masters fought with those arson formation masters, and finally lost. They reluctantly escorted Qin Chao and the young emperor to leave the capital. And go. And I..." Sun Lang touched his nose in embarrassment when he said this, "I couldn't escape with him, so I had to pretend that I was one of those array mages who set fire, and left Beijing with them. During a great battle, many of the formation masters we were traveling with were seriously injured, and the situation was not optimistic. We were worried about being hunted down by officers and soldiers. We wanted to escape to Jingzhou, but unexpectedly, we ran into Mr. Sichen on the way to Jingzhou. Mr. Sichen Instructed us to come to Qingping Mountain, saying that you would not only take us in, but also treat us as honored guests, so we came."

Ling Xun raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "Don't Mr. Mu know about the grievances between you and me? Why is he so sure that Qingping Mountain will take you in?"

"If Mr. Sichen doesn't even know this, he wouldn't be Mr. Sichen."

Thinking about it, Sun Lang already admired Mu Jiu from the bottom of his heart, and yelled at Mr. Sichen happily, as if he could also put gold on his face if he praised Mr. Sichen to the sky.

As he was talking, he suddenly sighed again, and said with a broken heart: "Mr. Sichen traveled all over the world when he was young, and he once worshiped under Nanhuaizi, so he became famous far and wide. It's just a pity, if there is no rebellion by Liangzhou soldiers, He is such a capable person, I don't know how many powerful and nobles are flocking to him, wanting to treat him like a guest of honor."

Seeing that Sun Lang was about to digress again, Ling Xun quickly pulled him back and asked, "What did Mr. Mu... Sichen tell you? Why did you decide that Qingping Mountain is your shelter?"

Sun Lang gave Ling Xun a meaningful look, "Mister just said, let me tell you three things."

Ling Xun: "Which three?"

Sun Lang: "I've already said it."

Ling Xun: "..."

Sun Lang pointed his fingers and repeated again: "First, I am not on the same journey as the other formation masters, and I am afraid to let them know the real identity. Second, some of the formation formation masters with me were seriously injured. Third, we were instructed by him. I just came to Qingping Mountain."

Ling Xun frowned, "What do you mean?"

Sun Lang spread his hands, "Actually, I don't understand either."

Ling Xun analyzed bit by bit, trying to understand Mu Jiu's intention.

Sun Lang is not on the same path as other formation masters, and he is very afraid of his identity being exposed, so who is the only person on Qingping Mountain who will expose his identity?Naturally, it was himself who was abducted by him in the name of Qin Chao.

So why isn't Mu Jiu worried that Sun Lang will kill him?As far as the formation master level is concerned, Sun Lang's ability is not small, and the only ones who can check and balance him are the rest of the formation masters, so Sun Lang will not touch him, maybe because he has something that other formation masters need?

seriously injured...

With a flash in Ling Xun's mind, he finally understood Mu Jiu's intentions.

That acupoint formation diagram!

In today's chaotic situation, even the formation masters dare not go alone. Naturally, the more people they gather, the better. Taking the three formation masters who attacked the stronghold as an example, it was because they encountered more people than them. The formation master, ended in a disastrous defeat.So Sun Lang will definitely find a way to save the lives of these formation masters. As long as Ling Xun has the acupoint formation diagram in his hand that can allow the formation masters to recover as soon as possible, Sun Lang will not touch him.

And once all these people stay in Qingping Mountain, a group of formation masters with internal differences is easier to control than a group of formation masters who are twisted together. The heartache has become a balance point.As long as Ling Xun doesn't expose Sun Lang, Sun Lang can be Ling Xun's eyeliner because of his secrets, monitoring and controlling the rest of the formation masters, so that the formation masters will not swallow Qingping Mountain instead.

With just a few words, he can touch people's hearts so clearly, and set the pattern here thousands of miles away, which not only saves Qingping Mountain from being destroyed, but also adds a layer of protection.With Sun Lang and others sitting in the formation, those waiting for Xiaoxiao dare not think about the fat of Qingpingshan anymore.

Of course, this kind of balance can only be temporary, and when all these formation masters recover their vitality, it may be difficult to control them.

Ling Xun was lost in thought, filled with emotions, and finally made up his mind.

If he wants to take revenge, if he wants to glorify the lintel of the Ling family again, in this chaotic world of Kyushu surrounded by wolves, he must have such a person by his side to assist him.

So after Ling Shu's burial, Ling Xun silenced part of the acupoint formation map given to him by the Patriarch of the Mu family, and handed it to Sun Lang, promising to silence the rest when he came back. Zhong Lishan and the others bid farewell, took Fang Jue to Jingzhou day and night, and followed the clues provided by Sun Lang to find Mu Jiu.

He secretly swears in his heart that even if Sapo rolls and rolls, cries, makes troubles and hangs himself, and does everything he can, he will tie this bottle of great god back!