Changfeng crosses Baishi

This was the first time that Xiao Baishi actively mentioned Xin Yi in front of Ying Changfeng. After he finished speaking, he looked at Ying Changfeng's expression without any fluctuations, and then avoided his sight.

The "Cuiwei Notes" is still lying in his luggage, and Xin Yi's records in it are actually not many.Perhaps it was because it was not his own handwriting after all, there were very few daily trivialities, and there were no memories of Xiao Heyan as Xiao Baishi thought.

He had always thought that "Xin Yi" was a woman, the love of his father's life.

The few times Xiao Heyan mentioned him were mostly when he was drinking too much.That time when Xiao Baishi heard it, only a few words were enough for him to think about it a lot.

"...Actually, that time was quite accidental." Xiao Baishi said, and glanced at Ying Changfeng, "Before you came to Cuiwei Mountain."

Ying Changfeng nodded lightly.

Xiao Baishi said: "I saw him drunk all by himself, he was a bit pitiful, I wanted to go and take care of him, but I happened to know.

"Generally, if you practice to the level like your father, you can easily force out the smell of alcohol, and you won't get drunk. But that day, he drank three altars of Qionghua wine, and he didn't wake up. He sat under the magnolia flowers in the empty mountain. As I approached, I heard him say, 'I can't dream of you all the time, only when I'm drunk can I forget my worries and return to the past'.

"Father also said, 'If I hadn't been so impulsive at the time, wouldn't those things have happened? You wouldn't have offended those bastards, and they would hold grudges and call you a demon'.

"That time he was so resentful, I felt strange, and asked 'what'. My father suddenly woke up, saw that I didn't speak, and asked me to go to rest after a while. I didn't worry about watching him secretly from a distance, After a while he got up and went into the house, the fireflies outside were on and off, I remember it for many years."

Xiao Baishi turned his face to stare at the flickering candles in the corner of the room, and said softly: "So I think my father must love Xin Yi very much, and he has done something that I regret, and now it has become obsessed with him and refuses to go to the ascension." Realm cultivation——Although I don't agree with what he did to you, it is still understandable."

It's like being in the dark for hundreds of years, and suddenly caught a similar light.Knowing it was different, but unable to resist.

Ying Changfeng remained silent, thinking about Xiao Heyan's words that had been relayed, and secretly guessed: "Those bastards" came from Xiao Heyan's mouth, and they were probably talking about clearing the heart and the alliance between heaven and earth.

As for the theory of "evil and evil", what does it have to do with it?

The appearance of Xin Yi can be pieced together from the few words spoken by others. He should be a lone traveler who devotes himself to cultivation and lives in seclusion in Cuiwei Mountain. He will definitely not have any entanglements with Qingxin Dao.Even if there is, even if it is related to Xiao Heyan, why is it not Xiao Heyan but Xin Yi who is accused of being "evil" and "rebellious"?

Thinking of this, Ying Changfeng directly confessed to Xiao Baishi.

"This..." Xiao Baishi scratched his head and said, "I have the same thoughts as you. According to my father's paranoia, if the inner alchemy is not broken, I must create a person like my father. That thing is His Ni Lin, after I probably knew that he was related to Xin Yi's death, I didn't dare to ask about it."

Ying Changfeng felt that Xiao Heyan was a lunatic in his heart, and murmured: "He died by accident, and was called a 'demon' by the Heaven and Earth Alliance... I guess your father's cultivation level should not be low."

"How do you know?" Xiao Baishi opened his eyes wide, "I, I only heard my father say once that he had a strong spiritual power during his lifetime, and his cultivation level was even higher than that of his father at that time."

"Then it's not surprising." Ying Changfeng said, "I'm afraid he practices spiritism."

The timing is right.

Xiao Baishi is only a hundred years old now, and he claims that Xiao Heyan used the inner alchemy fragments of Xinyi, his own flesh and blood, and the spiritual power of a leaf of duckweed to warm up for three years before he had a "rudimentary form".

At that time, more than 100 years had passed since Xin Yi's death, so his "accidental death" was at least 200 years ago.

Pingzhang Bieyuan compiled the history of Taoism, and it was regarded as the standard because of its detail and accuracy.In their records, 200 years ago was unbelievably dull, and for a while, it disappeared without anyone mentioning it, just like the "Change of the Blue Dragon" was gradually submerged in everyone's memory.

Besides, spiritism is now known to be lost in the world, and it is occasionally mentioned as a "witchcraft" that is against nature, and it is scoffed at. It is unknown when the orthodox line was cut off.

Xiao Baishi's psychic skills were inborn without anyone teaching him, obviously it originated from the fragment of inner alchemy.

So isn't Xin Yi, who has a strong cultivation base and is good at psychic skills, a "demon" in the eyes of the Tiandimeng?

Ying Changfeng thought this idea was absurd at first, but the more he recalled it, the more reasonable he felt.

Cuiwei Mountain, the cultivator of the green dragon who turned into a beast after being enchanted, Xinyi, the Hualing Pond in the East China Sea, and a leaf of duckweed that is incredibly rich in aura...

"Are you trying to say... Could that ascetic be Daddy?" Xiao Baishi asked.

If this became the truth, it would be too cruel to Xiao Baishi.

Although Ying Changfeng had this speculation in his heart, he denied it flatly: ""The Records of Strange Tales of Mountains and Seas" said that Qinglong was sealed more than [-] years ago, unless your father lived for a thousand years, I can hardly believe it."

Xiao Baishi himself insisted on digging into this corner, and asked: "What if he has it?"

After all, Xiao Heyan is much younger than Xin Yi.

After a moment of silence, Ying Changfeng didn't answer this sentence, and changed the subject without warning: "Didn't you say that the "Cuiwei Notes" that you were asked to get earlier is no longer banned? What is written in it after reading it?"

"Just some trivial things."

Xiao Baishi stood up and took out the book.

In order to prevent the book from being damaged, he wrapped a layer of leaves stained with a spell on it. At this moment, he released the protection with a snap of his fingers, and spread "Cuiwei Jiji" in front of Ying Changfeng.

Because of Bai Lang's death, Ying Changfeng hadn't been exposed to "Cuiwei Jishi" before, when his eyes fell on the name in the corner over there, he was as surprised as Xiao Baishi at that time: "This...isn't...?"

"No." Xiao Baishi understood what he meant, and showed him Xin Yi's handwriting, "You see, he only started to memorize it from here, and he has already used paper. It means that there is no date when this 'Mountain Records' was handed down to Dad." For a long time, he either has never handled it, or he is too young to take on this important task."

The curly handwriting is so much like a three-year-old child, Ying Changfeng was speechless for a moment, and said: "The writing is quite cute."

Xiao Baishi couldn't help laughing: "It's much easier to recognize than the previous few!"

As he spoke, he turned to the first few pages, and those overly complicated strokes made his eyes hurt a little again.Xiao Baishi complained: "At that time, I wanted to take a peek and take it out, but I couldn't recognize these at all!"

"This..." Ying Changfeng frowned and moved closer, stretched out his hand and paused in the air, raised his head and asked, "Can I touch it?"

Xiao Baishi: "Huh? Do you have a clue?"

Ying Changfeng thought he acquiesced, and read each word with his fingertips.

His actions were too serious, and when Xiao Baishi saw this, he felt that Ying Changfeng might know him—anyway, in his heart, Ying Changfeng was almost capable of everything except fighting—he couldn't help breathing lightly, for fear of disturbing others. he.

It's just that Ying Changfeng took too long to read it, and the time spent reading a stick of incense in one page has no intention of ending.

He lowered his head, the shadow of the silhouette fell on the table, and from one side, he could even see the flickering of his eyelashes.Xiao Baishi lay on the side and reached out to hold the shadow, as if teasing Ying Changfeng.

How can he do these things?Xiao Baishi thought, and his admiration for him was added.

A few days ago, they walked all the way, staying overnight in post stations or farmhouses. At worst, they simply spent the night in ruined temples and caves.Mu He never leaves, Xiao Baishi hasn't been alone with Ying Changfeng for a long time.

Looking back at the time since he came down the mountain, Xiao Baishi could feel that although Ying Changfeng hadn't been very close to him recently, he was becoming more and more kind to him no matter in words or other aspects.

Not to mention that when meeting his eyes, the expression is completely different from others, and the twists and turns in his heart are willing to share with him. Is it a sign that he regards him as one of his own?

It's rare to see that Ying Changfeng will open up his heart for someone.

Xiao Baishi breathed slowly, raised his eyes and silently traced Ying Changfeng's neat and graceful side face in his heart, thinking inappropriately: If we want to sleep together tonight, can I kiss him and hug him?

The slender finger stopped, and Xiao Baishi blushed inexplicably.

It's like... Ying Changfeng knew what he was thinking just now, so he stopped to remind him to wake up.

But Ying Changfeng didn't think as much as he did. He exhaled lightly, retracted his fingers and brows but still didn't relax.As if the reading had come to an end, Xiao Baishi hurriedly asked, "Do you understand? How much do you understand?"

"I don't understand." Ying Changfeng said, with a bit of complaint, "It's too complicated."

Xiao Baishi: "..."

Fortunately, he thought that Ying Changfeng was so knowledgeable about the past and the present that he even knew the writing thousands of years ago like the palm of his hand!

So I pretended too much just now!

"However," Ying Changfeng changed the subject and tapped out a few "symbols" lightly, "This person's writing is not all 'words', there is a unique way of recording in it. After a long time of research, I almost understand his writing habits , using patterns and symbols to speculate a little, you can guess a lot."

Xiao Baishi: "..."

He retracted his previous thoughts, Ying Changfeng is a master of the past and the present!

Xiao Baishi lifted the stool and moved to Ying Changfeng's side. The two shoulders were close together and their heads were leaning on each other. He asked, "Then you still understand, what is written here?"

"This one stands for 'Spiritual Aperture', and this should be 'Spiritual Consciousness'; the line in the middle may be the trajectory of spiritual energy, and those words, if simplified, are somewhat similar to the current writing style. I have a rough idea of ​​what I wrote. eye-catching."

Ying Changfeng pointed for a while, then turned his head, the two of them were so close that he couldn't help stuttering a few words, "It's just... that's some kind of method of refining Qi."

Xiao Baishi: "Huh?"

Every change in his facial features was magnified within a short distance, Ying Changfeng looked into those clear peach blossom eyes, and his heart rate dropped half a beat inexplicably.

He quickly avoided Xiao Baishi's gaze, but he couldn't pick up the half beat that was lost.

Ying Changfeng felt uncomfortable all over his body, blinked his eyes twice quickly, and started to flip through the book as if nothing had happened.

Xiao Baishi didn't know anything about his confusion, and said seriously: "Refining Qi and concentrating your mind, then what kind of martial art is this?"

"That's right. He was the first to write down his unique skills, and the later ones continued to perfect them. When your father came..." He pointed to the handwriting on the front of Xin Yi, "He didn't practice much, but instead he was recording and fighting with all kinds of animals and birds. Interaction. So I guess, this is the earliest cultivator in Cuiwei Mountain.

"And their unique technique is the original psychic technique."