The background board master dressed as the protagonist

The phantom in front of him has no substance, Jiang Yumian watched as his hand passed through the shoulder of little "Pei Ming".

He was so much like Pei Ming when he was a child, so even if he knew that this child should be classified as a ghost, Jiang Yumian couldn't feel any fear.

After he slowly withdrew his hand, the child also stretched out his hand towards him as if imitating it.

That little palm is transparent and cannot touch him.

Even without any words, Jiang Yumian could see the disappointment in the child's expression.

"Pei Ming" looked at the little bed, there was a corpse under the vestment, his corpse.

Jiang Yumian couldn't bear it, he opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything to comfort him, he closed his mouth again, feeling useless for the first time, he couldn't even speak.

He moved towards the head of the bed, trying to block the child's eyes.

This action diverted Pei Ming's attention and looked towards him.

"What's your name?" Jiang Yumian asked cautiously after thinking for a while, facing the phantom soul, he didn't even dare to speak loudly, for fear of scaring the other party away.

The writing brush on the bookshelf flew into Pei Ming's hand, and he squatted on the ground to write, the writing brush was not dipped in ink, and the writing on the ground showed transparent.

A small group of figures squatted in front of him, showing more and more how young he was when he died. Jiang Yumian felt as if his head was blocked by a big rock, and he couldn't breathe.

He also squatted down, and felt even more uncomfortable after seeing those two words clearly.

Pei Ming.

Pei Ming.

They look exactly the same, even the pronunciation of the name is the same. Although Jiang Yumian doesn't understand why Pei's parents chose such a name, it is certain that the two must be brothers, otherwise there will be no other explanation.

He looked at Pei Ming and asked softly, "Are you an older brother or a younger brother?"

Pei Ming's figure seemed to be blurred a bit, but it's hard to spot without looking carefully. He lowered his head and wrote the word "brother" on the ground.

Jiang Yumian choked again, a child younger than Pei Ming.

He didn't know who the Pei family had offended at the beginning, let alone whether the Pei family was good on the surface, but actually did a lot of evil, as some rumors secretly said.

Because of Pei Ming's poor preconceived reasons, because all the rumors are just rumors without any evidence, he can't help being partial to these two brothers.

He pursed his lips, and suddenly found that Pei Ming's face became pale, and even his figure faded a little.

"What's wrong with you?" He was a little nervous, squatting on the ground and frowning, wondering if he could do something.

Visible to the naked eye, Pei Ming's face was pale and pale, and when he was illuminated by the candlelight, he immediately became ghostly, and only then did he really show the appearance that a ghost should have.

The temperature in the secret room dropped even lower.

Pei Ming couldn't speak, he threw away the pen in his hand, and looked straight at Jiang Yumian.

If there are timid people present, they will be frightened by his eyes.

Fortunately, because Jiang Yumian was too familiar with his appearance, he had no other emotions other than feeling weird and eerie.

Jiang Yumian waited for his answer, did not move, and saw Pei Ming standing up, stretching out a transparent hand towards him, directly sinking into his heart.

Pei Ming blocked Cui Daochi in front of Wanzhu Cave.

The red-gold radiance of the Chiwu Sword prevented the spiders who had suffered so much from attacking easily, and even the spider king became cautious, and disappeared into the intricate caves, and soon disappeared, making it difficult to detect.

Cui Daochi was only a dozen steps away from the exit, and if Pei Ming hadn't been there, he would have already escaped.

"Martial nephew Pei, what do you mean?" He asked in a deep voice, narrowing his long and narrow eyes, it was obvious that he was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Pei Ming turned his gaze from the Chiwu Sword to his face, and said lazily, "It's nothing interesting, I'm kind enough to come and see if Immortal Cui is still alive."

Cui Daochi's expression turned cold. He was trapped in the spider hole. Although he could not be killed, he was disturbed by many spiders. He was extremely annoyed, and he was already angry.

The Chiwu Sword is a fierce sword. As the owner, he usually pretends to be kind, but in fact he has a really bad temper.

Whether it was the memory of Zheng Huainan or his own past life, Cui Daochi had a close relationship with the people behind the scenes.

And even if you don't mention these things, and just talk about seeing Pei Ming's coffin thrown into the black water pool today, Pei Ming will not let him go.

As soon as the jade plate appeared, the spider king hiding in the cave was driven by the mark, and countless spiders followed it, attacking Cui Daochi overwhelmingly.

With the Pohun sword on his back, Pei Ming clenched his own sword tightly in his hand and appeared in the Ten Thousand Spider Cave.

When the two swords collided, Chiwu was obviously superior.

The sword with the flow was cut out, and Pei Ming's arm was numb from the shock. The injury on his shoulder became more serious, and the scope of the blood stain on his clothes became larger.

Cui Daochi wanted to take the opportunity to attack again, but was tripped by a spider attacking from behind.

Pei Ming had to step back, he looked at the gap on the eye sword, and thought about how to explain it if the master found out later.

Before he could think of an excuse, Cui Daochi got rid of the entanglement of the spider. The only exit was Pei Ming's side. He had to break through here, and his heart became more and more irritable.

Under the attack of Pei Ming and Spider King, he lost a lot of spiritual energy, so he knew that he couldn't delay any longer.

Cui Daochi crushed a spirit-attracting talisman, and the spiritual energy in his body quickly gathered, rushing towards the Chiwu sword in his hand, and a burst of golden-red light burst out in an instant.

This old thief is really not that simple.

Pei Ming immediately flew out of the Ten Thousand Spider Cave, and the Spider King sensed the danger, and hurriedly retreated into the depths.

The Chiwu sword cut open the exit of the Ten Thousand Spider Cave, and the aura trembled in the ground, spreading far away.

Cui Daochi finally escaped from Wanzhu Cave. He felt a dull pain in his chest, which was caused by the huge spiritual energy, and crushing an extremely precious spirit charm was indeed a loss for him, so his face became even more ugly.

Pei Ming appeared from the darkness, he dodged the sword in time, but he still couldn't escape the spiritual turmoil. Seeing that Cui Daochi was about to escape, he raised his foot to chase him regardless of his injuries.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, he suddenly felt something in his heart, and raised his eyes to look in the direction of the secret room.

The breath from the same line was attracting him. This feeling has not been felt for a long, long time. He disappeared by the black water pool in his previous life. Since then, he has never found any news about his younger brother.

He was half surprised and half doubtful, and he couldn't believe it.

It was such a hesitation that made Cui Daochi flee to the distance in the blink of an eye.

Pei Ming tightened his grip on the Flowing Sword in his hand, he had no intention of chasing Cui Daochi anymore.

He paused in place, and soon made a decision, turned around and rushed towards the secret room.

At this time, Jiang Yumian in the secret room blinked his eyes, watched Pei Ming withdraw his hand, his pale and gloomy complexion improved a bit, his figure became more solid than before, he no longer felt as if he would blow away, and even his breath was stronger. a lot.

This is exactly the reason why Pei Ming noticed that Pei Ming's aura was too weak before.

Jiang Yumian felt a little bit of cultivation and energy lost from his heart.

For monks, energy and spirit are very important things, and they are invisible things that connect heaven and earth when practicing meditation.

Feeling slightly dizzy and weak, he got up and sat on the edge of the bed.

Jiang Yumian probably understood what was going on. Pei Ming absorbed his energy to maintain his form. If it were placed on an ordinary person, it would be that the absorbed yang energy would be insufficient, and the yin qi would enter the body, which would cause the person to become weak .

He doesn't regret it, Pei Ming's condition looks much better, if he finds Pei Ming, it might be a good thing.

But he suddenly became worried again, what if he didn't do the right thing.

This worry quickly came before him, because he noticed that the Pohun Sword was approaching, not far away.

The order he gave Pohunjian was to protect Pei Ming, and he would not come back without a summons. Now that he was getting closer, it meant that Pei Ming had also come.

Jiang Yumian was tangled in his heart, wondering if it was right for him to intervene in these matters, and his brows were wrinkled in worry.

Standing in front of him, Pei Ming blinked, then raised his hand, and gently brushed his brow.

A very light and shallow wind caressed his forehead, and Jiang Yumian was awakened, and he understood Pei Ming's meaning at a glance.

So obedient, just like Pei Ming.

He couldn't help thinking of Pei Ming when he was a child, although he didn't like to laugh or talk, he was obedient and obedient.

Although the Pei Ming in front of him looked the same as his apprentice when he was a child, he still found a difference in the other party's movements and demeanor. Pei Ming's eyes, expressions, and movements seemed to be more, and he seemed to be more lively than Pei Ming.

The Pohun Sword was getting closer and closer to him, Jiang Yumian sighed softly in his heart, that's all, when he saw his apprentice, he would know if he was troublesome.

While he was looking at the door of the secret room, Pei Ming also looked over.

The stone door opened slowly, and the grown-up Pei Ming had long since faded away from his childhood appearance. He saw Jiang Yumian sitting beside the bed, and that small figure.

Master's face was a little pale.

But there was no sign of a fight here.

He has grown up, Ming'er is still eight years old.

Pei Ming suddenly wanted to laugh. If he was a child, he would have ridiculed Pei Ming behind his back for not being tall. Pei Ming, who was so angry that his cheeks swelled up, would go to his parents and fake cry, in exchange for being scolded. , or his mother pulled his ears to tell him not to bully his younger brother.

His thoughts were so chaotic that he froze in place for a moment.

A gloomy cold wind blew in the secret room, Pei Ming appeared in front of him again, and looked up at him.

After not seeing each other for many years, Pei Ming suddenly burst into tears.

He was almost overwhelmed by guilt. In his previous life, he was too cautious and did not dare to appear in Dongzhou, but he caused Pei Ming's coffin and soul to sink to the bottom of the black water pool.

Pei Ming was afraid of the dark, and he didn't know how long he had to stay at the bottom of the dark pool of black water before he completely dissipated.

Seeing Pei Ming's clear and ignorant eyes now, just like when he was eight years old, he knew that no matter how many years passed, Ming'er would never grow up.

Pei Ming looked at him, opened his mouth but couldn't make any sound, only the shape of the mouth could be seen.

Pei Ming knew that he was not a good person, and he almost never did good deeds. His face was colder and his heart was even colder. No matter who begged for mercy, he would not be moved in the slightest. At this moment, seeing Pei Ming silently calling him "brother", there were tears in his eyes slide.

Pei Ming is young, but he likes to pretend to be old. When he was seven years old, he stubbornly called him brother instead of brother, thinking that he had grown up.

Jiang Yumian looked at one big and one small at the door of the secret room, and saw his apprentice shed tears, even if there was only one drop, but his expression became dazed, this was the first time he saw Pei Ming cry.

The little pity who crawled out of the ancient forest of Panshiling appeared in front of his eyes again. He remembered that scene very clearly and never forgot it. So after all these years, Pei Ming was still that poor child.