Changfeng crosses Baishi

In the scripture cave, Xiao Baishi was stabbed when he untied the red thread of the seal.

He hummed softly, but resisted not to let go, blood oozing from his fingertips stained a little bit of the corner of the scroll.Xiao Baishi still had to try to figure out the solution to the seal, the light flickered again, and then the pain disappeared.

Xiao Baishi was stunned for a moment and raised his hand, the place where he was stabbed before had healed as before.

When I touched the book again, the seal on it disappeared without a trace.

"Strange..." Xiao Baishi muttered, he should have taken the book out to Ying Changfeng at this moment, but he was attracted by it for no reason, his eyes were glued to it, and he couldn't help wanting to read it.

Looking up at the direction of the entrance, there was warm light in the passageway, Xiao Baishi thought to himself: I just flipped through a few pages, there are few people here, even if I come here, I won’t think too much when I see him alone, I’m afraid Ying Changfeng didn’t It's dangerous... If he's not happy then, I'll just go out and coax him.

Thinking of this, Xiao Baishi quickly opened the first piece of silk.

The texture of the hand is so soft that it almost melts. It can be seen that it is very old, and the writing on it is scribbled. It is also different from the characters used today. It is very difficult to identify, but it can be vaguely guessed that it is at least a thousand years ago.

Xiao Baishi flipped through it roughly, and even guessed and understood a little bit.

First the names of places, and then some names of people, mixed with symbols and formulas that cannot be understood immediately.

If Changfeng guessed, this book is most likely to record the great and small Taoists who have practiced in Cuiwei Mountain from ancient times to the present, so it is almost the same as Shan Zhi.But Xiao Baishi has lived here for a hundred years, and he only knows that Xiao Heyan was named Qingxiao when he founded the mountain. Before that, there had never been a sect that originated from Cuiwei.

Could it be that there used to be some kind of sect in Cuiwei Mountain, and what happened afterwards so that there is no trace left?

If Ying Changfeng was here, he could easily associate this doubt with the 100 years that disappeared in Taoist history.Xiao Baishi went in without knowing, and read it first with full of doubts.

Everyone's handwriting is different, Xiao Baishi turned two-thirds of it, and can basically confirm that there are roughly five people who have handled this "Cuiwei Notes" before.

Two-thirds later, the handwriting changed again, but it was still sloppy, very sharp, but there was no intention to record it. Instead, it seemed to be talking to itself, revealing an unidentified hostility.

It's six.

Until the paper roll was changed from silk, the pen and ink suddenly became completely different from the previous scribbles - round and round characters, like children's scribbles, neatly written, and the font is very similar to the current dots, horizontal strokes and strokes.

Good recognition is good recognition...

But those characters are really unique, sometimes mixed with some messy pictures, such as plants, trees, birds and animals, and round annotations on the side, just like a primer for children's literacy.

Xiao Baishi curled his mouth, feeling that it was meaningless, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar illustration.

Although the writer's brushwork is better than nothing, he is very good at drawing, and there are vivid signs after a few strokes.The newly opened page was a little yellowed, but there was a lifelike red leopard painted on it.

It is bigger than the one in Yunzhongji, descending from the rock, with an air of calm and majesty.

Inexplicably, Xiao Baishi remembered the painting he had seen at Xiao Heyan's place, a leopard carrying a person.Even with just one glance, Xiao Baishi didn't pay attention to the eyebrows and eyes of the person in the painting, and he didn't have much impression of the red leopard because of the inner alchemy's echo.

That painting should have been written by Xiao Heyan.

Now seeing the content of this book, plus the signature on the cover—Xin Yi is the last one, and the book will soon come to the end—Xiao Baishi suddenly realized: the red leopard is Xin Yi’s mount, and the red leopard is Xin Yi’s mount. Draw it into "Cuiwei Jishi" and write a bunch of fragmented people, it must be Xin Yi.

This thought was extremely firm, but when Xiao Baishi looked at those words again, his expression became complicated.

His "father", Xiao Heyan's lover who has been on his mind for hundreds of years, was found as a substitute by Ying Changfeng, a stunningly talented young man in white clothes with a thin waist and long legs. That's how Xiao Heyan's infatuation lasted for hundreds of years.

As the saying goes, words are like a person. When he saw this word, Xin Yi's imagination in his mind suddenly changed from a fairy monk to a naive...ordinary person.

Xiao Baishi was speechless for a moment, sighed, and thought again: Ying Changfeng is better.

There is a row of small characters next to the red leopard, Xiao Baishi was attracted to it, and couldn't help but close his eyes to read it carefully.In order to concentrate, he had to read out in a low voice:

"Intense, suspicious, not forcibly driven. After the three breaths gather between his eyes, the spiritual energy circulates and touches his inner palace. He has quite a fairy root. The 500-year cycle has achieved something."

The newer blue font was added later. It is still very round, but it is sharper than before. It seems that I have practiced it specially, and I will hesitate to correct the stroke order when I write.

"I'm pregnant. The auspicious beast has difficulty in procreating, so I take care of it all the time. I don't know how many there will be."

Xiao Baishi let out a low "Hey" sound, and raised the ending sound. After touching the folded mark on the top of the page with his fingertips, he thought: Maybe the little thing now is its descendant, but what happened to this red leopard... …

After turning a page, another line of blood-colored writing was reflected on the paper alone:

"The seal of Houshan was loosened for the first time, and the bone of auspicious beasts was needed to repair the seal."

"The cub was overly frightened and his mind collapsed. He was temporarily sealed in the Nine Heavens Galaxy for fear of causing trouble."

With a snap, Xiao Baishi wiped his eyes hastily.

The amount of information in these words was too great, his emotions were full before his reason, and then he shed tears without warning - the red leopard was sealed, and only now was the remaining one small...

So it looks ignorant because it witnessed its mother being sacrificed by its master back then?

And the "Nine Heavens Milky Way" is mentioned here again. Isn't it just a waterfall?What is hiding?

The surrounding pearls flickered suddenly, startling Xiao Baishi's immersion.

Counting the time with his fingers, Xiao Baishi picked up "Cuiwei Notes", and thought: Today is almost the same, other parts that I don't understand will be deciphered later, and those who haven't read it will go back to Yunzhongji and Ying Changfeng to read it carefully. thinking.

Thinking of this, he turned off all the lights with a wave of his sleeves, and walked out with the scroll.

Under the agreed tree, Ying Changfeng sat without moving.

But he seemed to be a little different from Xiao Baishi when he entered. The usual calm and composed expression before Mount Tai collapsed was gone, and he was stained with a trace of strange anxiety, and he kept pulling a flower stem.

Xiao Baishi subconsciously said, "Waiting for too long is boring?"

Ying Changfeng denied it, glanced at him and said, "Did you take out that book?"

"That's right." Xiao Baishi said, "There is indeed a seal on it, and it hurt me... Well, look... But it's very strange, after I scratched my finger, it seemed to disappear inexplicably."

As he spoke, he stretched out his finger to show Ying Changfeng, but the wound that had healed could not be observed for any reason. Seeing his surprise, Xiao Baishi quickly withdrew it and said, "Why do you look so pale? It seems that there is something on your mind. "

Ying Changfeng raised his head, his lips parted, he hesitated to speak: "No."

"Let's talk." Xiao Baishi pulled him up, taking advantage of the fact that no one else was walking hand in hand, he muttered to Ying Changfeng, "Did the evil spirit near the hot spring affect you? If it is because of This...in fact, there is no need to worry too much, the martial arteries are closed, anyway—”

"Do you know 'Yuanshandai'?" Ying Changfeng interrupted him abruptly.

Xiao Baishi was slightly taken aback, and said, "Isn't it your sword?"

Ying Changfeng said: "Then you should have heard that Yuanshan Dai is one of the five famous swords of Lihuo Sword Sect. The ore for forging it is collected from the bottom of the East China Sea thousands of feet away, and it is a unique refining method of Lihuo. So the whole body is black."

"I know," Xiao Baishi interjected, "Dark color is like a distant mountain, that's why it's called Yuanshandai. That's your logo."

Ying Changfeng said: "That's right, so if I killed the people, the sword marks on their bodies are no different from ordinary sword wounds at first, and after a day and night, they will turn into a special blue-black color as the body changes, leaving marks for a hundred years , see it and never forget it."

Xiao Baishi had never heard of this matter, so he said "ah", "Then this is also..."

"Your senior brother, Bai Lang is dead." Ying Changfeng said it with great difficulty, but he didn't want to hide anything from Xiao Baishi, so he poured out everything in one go.

"It may be my sword that killed him."

"Varied……"

The beauty of the flowers before the moon and the moon has not completely dissipated, Xiao Baishi hit him head-on again before he recovered his senses.

He clenched Ying Changfeng's wrist tightly, twisting out a white mark, and was suddenly dazzled by hatred and disgust, but he still kept a little clarity, pinching himself desperately and forcing back the surging blood.

Bai Lang is his best senior brother in the school, they used to go to the stream to play, and saw other people in pairs.He was clearly a loner, but Bai Lang teased him, "Little Shitou, where is your first love?"

Later, Bai Lang began to leave Cuiwei Mountain frequently, and every time he came back, if he was free, he would definitely bring him good things from peddlers and small traders in towns and villages.The sweet-scented osmanthus cake, the Nurhong that I only tasted once, the small windmill on his desk...all of them were brought by him.

Even the nickname "Little Stone" is the smoothest he calls it one by one.

Now Ying Changfeng said that Bai Lang was dead, by his sword?

Xiao Baishi forced himself to recall the word "possible" repeatedly, swallowed the fishy smell in his throat, shook Ying Changfeng's hand with red eyes, and finally turned cold, and his voice tried to suppress his anger: "What's going on?"

"This is true."

Xiao Baishi had a lump in his throat: "You...but you're not...how could it be?"

But haven't you been with me all the time?

Strong love comes first, he doesn't want to hate Ying Changfeng.

But if Bai Lang or other brothers from Cuiwei Mountain were really involved, Xiao Baishi wondered if he could still have blind and unconditional trust in Changfeng.

No matter how he has no bottom line and principles in dealing with Changfeng, he will not tolerate a day when the other party is openly against him.

"Yes," Ying Changfeng looked directly at him, "If I say that it has nothing to do with me, do you believe it or not?"

When he said this, the afterglow of the setting sun was about to sink into the depths of the valley, and the light penetrated through the treetops to outline vague shadows on the clothes that should respond to the wind.

The flawless and handsome face was suddenly distorted by the contradiction between light and shadow.

Xiao Baishi took a step back for no reason.

"I... want to believe it, but—" Xiao Baishi shook his head, "I don't know...you have no trace of spiritual power at all, and we have never been separated. But..."

Ying Changfeng smiled: "But you think this is something I can do?"

The secret, Yue Bichuan's internal response, there is still one life left in the Xiji Mountain Conference that ended suddenly.

Could it be Ying Changfeng?

He is aboveboard, how could he stab someone in the back?

"No." Xiao Baishi's five fingers almost pinched blood marks on his palm, and he looked up at him again, "No, I still believe you. I believe what I see, but you have to explain it to me."

Ying Changfeng had an expression of surprise on his face, he remained silent for a while, and lowered his eyes awkwardly: "Thank you."

"Ah?" Xiao Baishi thought he heard it wrong.

Ying Changfeng probably never said the word "thank you" in his life, and after expressing his feelings, he immediately felt uncomfortable with Xiao Baishi's bewildered innocent.His own reflection was reflected in those peach blossom eyes, clean and pure, shattering his presupposition that he was about to collapse, leaving no trace, only Ying Changfeng.

Xiao Baishi looked too deeply, Ying Changfeng turned his head away, the bases of his ears were stained a little red, he became embarrassed belatedly.

"Thank you." He bit the words and said vaguely, "I will prove...you read the right person."

Xiao Baishi was not overjoyed: "But why did senior brother die?"

Suddenly, the wind picked up in their ears, and a voice came from behind the two of them: "Of course someone deliberately forged Ying Changfeng's sword marks, just to make me transfer my suspicions to him."

When the voice fell, Xiao Baishi suddenly let go of Ying Changfeng, and turned around in disbelief:

"Father!? Why are you here?"

The author says:

I wrote the foreshadowing of the book first, so the next chapter will give Ying Changfeng a whitewash (?)