Wulin Mysteries

When Xiu Yuan woke up, Ping An seemed to have already woken up.

He just wanted to check whether the fever on Ping An's body had subsided a little, but he was startled suddenly.The kid was hugging him to sleep on his side, and the two of them were facing each other. He put his hands around Xiu Yuan's waist, obviously treating his buttocks as something funny, touching and rubbing them, lingering from the back of his hips to the waist, that is unwilling to let go.

Xiu Yuan just woke up, burning with anger, waved his hand towards Ping An and slapped it lightly. After slapping Ping An, Ping An seemed particularly wronged, his long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and even the pupils dimmed a bit.However, his hands were very persistent, and he was desperately unwilling to let go. There was no other way to repair the edge, so he could only sigh: "Peace, I'm hungry."

Ping An got out of bed immediately, but after a while, water and pastries were brought.

When Xiu Yuan satiated his hunger, Ping An just stood there, neither eating nor drinking, watching Xiu Yuan eat.

The little monk was a little panicked, could it be that the child was beaten stupid by him?

"Ping... Ping An, aren't you hungry?"

Ping An just shook his head, sat and stared at the wall engraved with "Ming Lan Jing" for a long time, and only drank some water and ate two mouthfuls of dry food at noon.

During the period, Xiu Yuan touched his hand, and it was no longer hot. From this point of view, the fever occurred intermittently.

With yesterday's lesson, I no longer dare to be distracted when cultivating the "Minglan Sutra". I close my eyes and focus on it. Fortunately, it is sealed here, no one disturbs me, and I don't have any worries. Everything is going well.

Xiuyuan completed all the eight stages of the first stage of the "Minglan Sutra". When he opened his eyes, Ping An didn't know when, but he found a hidden compartment from under the stone bed. He didn't know what mechanism controlled it, and he found it so easily. .

Xiu Yuan also walked over and took a look, and there was only one exquisitely crafted silver mirror in the dark compartment, with a cloud-patterned gold handle, which was still as bright as new after many years.Ping An looked at the mirror, pondered it carefully, hesitated for a moment, and turned it to the back.There is actually a line of characters dozens of times smaller than a grain of rice engraved on it. Xiu Yuan looked at it for a long time, but the characters are too small to recognize any of them.

Ping An knocked on the head of the bed three more times, and the hidden compartment gradually closed.

Xiu Yuan thought to himself, could it be that he has been here before?Otherwise, how could you be so familiar with this place.Seeing that Ping An didn't rush, he groped the silver mirror back and forth several times, and finally separated the mirror body from the mirror surface with force with his right hand.Xiu Yuan originally thought that the workmanship of this object was rigorous and inseparable, but who knew that there was a secret behind it, he just used a little ingenuity, and the mirror came down.

Ping An himself didn't know how to use the mirror. He took it and put it in front of the fire folder, and there was nothing abnormal.Neither water nor fire can touch it. It seems that the secret of this mirror is difficult to crack.

"Ping An, do you want to... read the writing on the back of the mirror?"

Ping An nodded, this silver mirror is also called Yunlong mirror, just now both of them saw the three big characters "gift Yao Shuang" behind the mirror, and only the title could be seen clearly.

If there is nothing wrong with this place, it should be the hiding place of "One Foot Scholar" Song Jin, so this Yunlong mirror is also inseparable from him.

Both of them couldn't handle it, so they had to put it aside, repair the edge and continue to study the scriptures, and counted the days, there are only thirteen days left until the martial arts conference, I don't know if they can make it.This meeting will definitely help to get an explanation for the extermination of several families in Jiangnan, so he has no choice but to attend.

At night, Ping An jumped into the water as usual, soaked for a long time, climbed up wet, wrapped around Xiu Yuan's body and refused to let go, he knew that the boy's fever had fallen again.

I reached out and touched it, and it really was.Ping An has a red face and a body like a cooked shrimp.Xiuyuan couldn't push him away, so he had to let him hold him while eating and drinking, until he was about to sleep, and the two of them climbed onto the stone bed together.Pingan unbuttoned his clothes one by one, slowly and carefully lifted the clothes and wiped them aside, revealing a large chest and waist.

Xiu Yuan always felt that something was wrong, he felt that he was becoming more and more passive in front of Ping An, but there was nothing he could do.

Ping An put her head on him, put her hands around her waist, and stroked his back.

Xiu Yuan warned him:

"Don't move around. If it's like this morning again, be careful that I will kick you down."

Sure enough, Ping An was a lot more disciplined. He took out the silver mirror from the bedside, looked at it again and again, but it was boring, and put it in front of him and Xiu Yuan, and just took a picture, and Xiu Yuan and him were in the mirror.

Ping An's festered and ugly face looked even more terrifying under the background of Xiu Yuan. He lowered his eyes, and his thick and trembling eyelashes covered all his emotions.

Xiu Yuan was hugged by him, touched his face, didn't know how to comfort him, so he had no choice but to remain silent.

When Ping An raised his head again, he only used the silver mirror to illuminate Xiu Yuan's face. As a monk, he actually had a pair of watery and frosty peach blossom eyes. It was smiling, more like two peach petals, which made him reach out and caress the mirror.

Xiu Yuan also felt that the atmosphere was awkward, and he couldn't figure out Ping'an's intentions, so he had to turn his eyes away, hold the mirror body in his hand and watch it, and ignored him.

Xiu Yuan looked at the small characters on the mirror and felt even more headache. It seems that unless you are an expert in seal carving, you have to be proficient in micro-carving to solve this mystery.

He turned the mirror body to the back and looked at it casually. It was indeed exquisitely carved and exquisitely crafted.Looking to the side again, I saw Ping An staring at the silver mirror with squinted eyes, his expression focused, and he didn't move.

Xiu Yuan also leaned over to see what Ping An was looking at, but was shocked.

He looked at the mirror in his hand in shock, and slowly moved the position. The words displayed on the mirror also changed, and the size was moderate. Every time he moved, he could see about dozens of sentences.But that word is not simple, Xiuyuan can't recognize it, and not many people in the world can recognize it.

Xiuyuan couldn't help murmuring:

"It turns out that the way to decipher such small characters is precisely this mirror. The characters are engraved on the reverse side. Even if someone is found and deciphers the characters smaller than ants, no one will be able to read the reversed oracle bone inscriptions."

Nodding peacefully, he took the mirror to look at the body of the mirror, read the entire text engraved on it, smiled unconsciously, put it aside, hugged Xiuyuan again, intersected with his head and neck, and entangled his limbs.

Xiu Yuan was already sleepy, his hand was held by Ping An, and he touched the scab. He didn't know or care, but he just said softly: "Ping An, it's getting late, go to sleep..." Just after reading this sentence, His eyes could no longer be opened, and he fell asleep completely.

No matter how Ping An will deal with him later, he doesn't know.