Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

The peach grove under the night is like two feet, and it has moved more than ten feet to the ground.

The rumbling earthquake caused the snakes and ants in the forest to scatter, and the dust flew up. On the peach blossom trees, large clusters of light red peach blossoms bloomed. When they reached the extreme, they were full of branches without a single leaf.

The peach blossom petals reveal a thin red in the night, looking like smoke and clouds, it is indescribably gorgeous.

Tuesday stands against the wind, fingers resting on the hilt of his sword.

Qin Guzhen flew over and saw Tuesday on the edge of the cliff in the distance, and was startled that the man in front of her had undergone an inexplicable change.

Her spine, which was always half-bowed, was straightened, and her shoulders were stretched out, which turned out to be unusually broad.

The weak aura brushed over the gravel under his feet, circling, surrounding, and scattered.

Qin Guzhen stood a few steps away from him, looked at the red peach forest in the darkness at the foot of the mountain, and murmured: "...that's a formation."

The ghost group once said: Taomu suppresses evil spirits, and hundreds of ghosts travel at night.

Staring at him on Tuesday, he said in a deep voice: "That formation is used to suppress evil things, and it is going in the direction of Chongchou Lake."

Qin Gu was really slightly surprised.

She thought that Shen Zhexue was enough to amaze people, but she didn't know that this seemingly idle swordsman could also explain the key point in one sentence.

She said: "I didn't feel the ghost energy at the bottom of the lake, which is enough to prove that Chongchou Lake itself is a teleportation array..."

Then he pursed his lips and said hesitantly: "But since the peach spirit in the small secret realm can suppress it, it means that the secret realm and the formation itself are one."

She gestured to Taolin's walking direction in mid-air, "The person who set up the formation originally wanted to use his strength to lock the entire formation with Taolin, but obviously he didn't succeed, so he settled for the next best thing and suppressed the center of the lake instead."

"Then can you trace back to the location of the teleportation in the center of the lake?" asked Tuesday.

Qin Guzhen shook her head, "No, take the entire small secret realm as a formation, not to mention me now, even if Lord Ling came, I might not be able to track it down."

Nodding his head on Tuesday, he said to her, "I'll go back as soon as I go."

After saying that, he jumped off the cliff directly.

Qin Gu was really terrified, she walked quickly to the edge of the cliff, and saw Tuesday falling against the wall, halfway down, she pulled out the edge of the wood with her backhand, the sword edge swung, and the wooden sword was nailed into the rock.

Immediately there was a piercing sound, and Tuesday slowed down the fall with the help of the edge tree, and then rose and fell on the convex rocks on the cliff a few times, landed steadily, and ran towards the peach forest.

"Who the hell is he?" Qin Guzhen said to herself, and she used her spiritual energy to catch up.

As soon as the two of them stepped into the radiant peach grove, they felt light all of a sudden.

The abundant spiritual energy was transpiring in the peach blossom forest. Qin Guzhen closed her eyes to sense it, and said casually, "Another desperate array cultivator."

Looking around on Tuesday, his thick eyebrows suddenly raised, and he walked to a tall peach tree and squatted down.

"What did you find?" Qin Guzhen approached.

On Tuesday, he stretched out his hand to support the rough trunk, and there was a line of lettering obliquely under his finger, with dark red dots inside the words, like blood piercing.

The blood engraving is impressively written with eight characters:

——There are clouds in the mountains, and we cannot live together!

Inner Demon Formation.

Ginseng Shen Zhexue lay on the apprentice's back, stretching all the roots.

For some reason, he felt that by burying himself in Mao Mao, his brain turned brighter than usual.

"That child is a descendant of the Langfeng family. I have just read the style of displaying literature and toys in the book. It is a habit of a hundred years ago. Among them, collecting a koi in a porcelain bowl and raising it with spiritual warmth is merciful to all things, self-cultivation and enlightenment. mean."

While talking, Shen Zhexue followed Shi Yuan subconsciously, but saw that the apprentice's ears were shaking at the same time, like two fluttering butterflies.

Shen Zhexue's heart trembled sharply, and she took a deep breath and said, "This is the Langfeng family at least 300 years ago. The little catastrophe has not yet come. Judging by the clothes of that child, it is definitely not from an ordinary background."

Resisting his apprentice's hand, he said again: "He will become a dream master after a hundred years. There are only two possibilities. He is a survivor of the evil current catastrophe, or there is an orphan living outside the Langfeng family."

"Could this be related to that mirror array?" Xie Zhuchun asked: "Isn't that mirror array also the soul of someone from the Langfeng family?"

Shen Zhexue denied: "Those in the mirror array are not ghosts. The difference between souls and ghosts lies in whether they have ghost spirits. Souls are light and agile, and are not recognized by heaven. They can be regarded as clouds and wind, while ghosts have heavy breaths. It belongs to the scope divided by the Dao of Heaven."

The comprehension world is very convinced of the concept of "the way of heaven", and Shen Zhexue is more willing to interpret it as a kind of natural law unique to this world on a broad level.

It created different races and tested the realm of monks in a unique way. In the past, it was thunder disaster, and later it was cause and effect.

"Meng Zhang has obviously entered the ghost realm, and evil currents cannot have this effect. I think his jade pendant is made of pure topaz, which is a symbol of direct lineage, and that woman just called him 'Young Master'..."

He was silent, "I have a bold guess."

"No way?" Xie Zhuchun thought about it for a while, "What are you doing, the fake one came here and the real one?"

Shen Zhexue said: "Let's see if it can be confirmed. If it is really what I think, then this Langfeng family has nothing to do with Xiexiu."

Everyone searched the study room for half a day, and found out the year of the Heart Demon Formation from a stack of booklets recording the progress of their homework.

They really went back a hundred years ago.

It was deep winter, the days were extremely extreme, and it was getting dark early in the morning. The yellow-clothed doll returned to the study with a lantern, and was still reading and writing, much more serious than during the day.

Qiao Tan hid it in a high place, and saw that the little baby seemed to be copying the contents of a book onto a white paper.

But she keenly discovered that the books the child chose to read were already extremely obscure at his age, but the things copied at this time belonged to the very simple introduction to character recognition, mostly catchy ballads.

She wanted to take a closer look, but the big tail accidentally brushed against the lock of the bookcase.

The child heard the movement and stopped writing.

Shen Zhexue under the couch was worried, and only hoped that he heard it wrong, but this baby is indeed a descendant of the Langfeng family, and he is particularly sensitive to the breath of life. He may not be aware of the dormant Shi Yuan, but the emanating Qiao Tan, who had lost his voice, was found as soon as he looked for it.

The box was moved away, and Qiao Tan huddled in the empty shelf of the bookshelf, staring at him with wide eyes.

Qiao Tan thought: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !

"Yeah, why are you hiding here?"

The little boy took out Qiao Tan who was stiff into a log, touched her head, squatted down and put her on the ground, and gently pushed her forward two steps, "Go out to play, the study room can be messed up of."

Qiao Tan rushed out of the study, and Xie Zhuchun fell beside her, "Are you all right?"

"It's all right." Qiao Tan was terrified.

The squirrel was sent away, but the child's thoughts also flew out.

Children of his age like to play around the most, so sitting in the study for several hours a day is really too tight.

Shen Zhexue saw that he copied the book for a while, and then went to fetch the books that he hadn't finished reading during the day, and took a new Chengxin paper, writing and drawing with his chin, as if he was really completing his homework.

Two hours later, another woman knocked on the door, but she was a gentle woman. Xiaowa tidied up the thick stack of papers on the book, hugged her in her arms, and softly called out "Mother" .

"Cough, your father is waiting for you outside." The woman coughed and said softly.

He extinguished the candle, covered the night light, and walked out quickly.

"Follow." Shen Zhexue said.

Shi Yuan's pitch-black color was well hidden under the night, he walked through the courtyard with Shen Zhexue, and before approaching the veranda, he heard a man's low voice coming from ahead, but the woman disappeared.

"Cen Qi, guard against arrogance and impetuosity, why are you always so impatient?" The tone was helpless and admonishing.

The boy in yellow replied: "Father, my son has read the history of the ancestors with mountains and clouds, and his heart is shining brightly, like the light of the sky pulling clouds away, so I feel that I am walking faster."

Shen Zhexue's teeth were sour, thinking that the tone of voice for such an old child was really teaching too much.

"Okay, you've still read Zongshi, then I'll test you."

The father of the boy in yellow asked: "The two tricks of spring in a dead tree and seeing the sun in the smog are from the hands of an immortal elder in the clan history. When you read about the opportunity of his creation, how do you feel?"

The boy in yellow answered like a stream, "When the dead tree is in spring, and the sun rises when the haze is accumulated, there is a cloud in Hanshan. Heaven and earth have spirits, and the life of a mayfly is nothing to be afraid of. When a child sees this, he feels that he has heaven and earth in his heart, and when he sees the universe, he also feels pity for plants and trees."

The child's father didn't comment, and asked him to demonstrate the formation that he had learned recently, and finally just said indifferently: "Go, remember to be cautious in everything, and don't insult Langfeng's identity as the eldest son."

"Yes, thank you for your father's teaching." The child was polite, and ran back to the bedroom after his father left. The servants cleaned up and blew out the lights, as if he had fallen asleep.

Outside the house, Qiao Tan hadn't recovered from the conversation between father and son just now, she whined repeatedly: "If my mother taught me like this, I would have to leave home and run away. This is too depressing."

Shen Zhexue recalled the history of the Hanshan sect that he had read, "I remember that the head of the Chancellor didn't keep this trick. Could it be that there are different versions of the history of Hanshan?"

Xie Zhuchun fluttered his wings, and said: "That's not the sword formula of the master, it's the sword formula created by my master. The history of Hanshan was revised by Sang Qi's son, and almost all the old ones were deleted. Langfeng The ones for home use should be the previous editions, and this book was almost a lonely copy at that time, and when Xiao Tianjie came, the edition was completely broken."

He sneered and said: "Hanshan has a thousand years of character, and he is more powerful than Sangsan. He is not afraid of being punished by heaven."

Shen Zhexue heard the strong sarcasm in Xie Zhuchun's tone, and said: "You are Xiangguchun's sword, you should always remember those sword formulas. If you don't mind when I go back, I can compile them into a book again."

"What's the use of that." Xie Zhuchun said: "Who in the world would believe that Xiang Guchun is just..."

He turned his head and continued after a long time: "It's just an unknown person."

But Shi Yuan said in a low voice: "The sword formula is still there, if one person knows it, it is not considered unknown."

Xie Zhuchun remained silent, Qiao Tan observed his words, "Who is that Weisheng, why have I never heard of him?"

Now Xie Zhuchun suddenly came back to life, he was furious, and said bitterly: "That's just a bastard of Mr. Xiao Xiang!"

Shi Yuan's ears trembled violently, but then he squeezed them to the sides, flattening into plane ears.

At this moment, a spiritual wave suddenly came from the bedroom where the lights had been turned off.

The animals hiding in the grass held their breath at the same time.

Lingbo is like gravel thrown into water, it can only stir up small ripples.

"That's a formation." Shen Zhexue secretly said: "A formation restrained in his body, this child is really..."

Xiaowa pushed open the door, holding a shielding formation in her hand.

He quietly slipped across the veranda, walked through the study with padded steps, passed through a small door, and stepped out of the courtyard with a deep corridor.

Shen Zhexue and others followed closely behind.

The little boy skipped across Santiao Street, climbed over the wall and entered a deserted house.

As soon as Shi Yuan climbed over the wall, he saw the child standing in the yard, facing the main gate of the deserted house, with red lights flashing in his hands.

The child recited the mantra silently, and spiritual waves surged in the main hall door. He bent his eyebrows and walked in without hesitation, but his figure disappeared the moment he entered.

"That's teleportation!" Shen Zhexue shouted, "There is more than enough spiritual power for teleportation, Shi Yuan, do you have a magic weapon for condensing the array?"

"Yes." Shi Yuan raised his front foot, and a ring appeared out of nowhere, and with a flick of his hooked tail, he drove the ring into the gate of the formation.

The gate that was gradually dissipating trembled, and became solid again.

After a cup of tea, Shen Zhexue walked into the teleportation array.

This formation was obviously created by Xiaotong himself, and the teleportation time is quite long, but he can draw this formation at this age, so he can be regarded as a genius.

The teleportation exit is in a mountain.

Shen Zhexue thought silently: the mountain is good, there are many ginseng, if you bury it casually, all the "ginseng" will disappear.

It is not difficult to find Xiaotong's trace.

There is a thatched hut not far from the exit of the battle. It is very sloppy and crumbling, as if it will collapse at any time when the wind blows. A chicken coop was built, and a few thin little yellow chickens were raised in the nest.

Shi Yuan approached quietly, and the voice of the boy in yellow came from the room.

"Ah Tuan, Ah Tuan, let's learn this today, read to me—"

Shi Yuan climbed up a tree with a crooked neck near the hut, Xie Zhuchun fell on the branch, and Qiao Tan looked into the house while climbing.

There is a wooden bed under the window sill, and the child in yellow is sitting cross-legged on the couch, not as dignified as in the daytime.

There was another person sitting opposite him, who was about the same age as him, looking down at the manuscript in his hand.

After the moon came out of the clouds, it sprinkled a frost-like brilliance.

The child in yellow cried out in surprise, leaned over to the window and shouted, "Look, Ah Tuan, it's a full moon again! The moon is so big and bright!"

"Today I also learned about the moon." The yellow-clothed child waved the paper in his hand, and recited happily: "One mountain is windy and misty, two waters are sparsely covered with flowers, and three rounds of bright moon nights, where can we not depend on each other?"*"

The other child followed his example and looked up, and the moonlight shone on his face.

Qiao Tan, who was climbing the tree, saw the child's appearance clearly, his legs gave way in fright, and he almost fell from the tree.

The potholes are uneven, and the yin and yang are divided.

—It was a ghost face.

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*Refer to Li Deyu's "Mandarin Duck Chapter", rewritten indiscriminately, and the level is spicy.