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

Qiao Tan poked his head out from the bushes, and the moonlight was clear, revealing two children with very different looks by the window.

The little boy in yellow is exquisite and cute, with big eyes and juicy eyes, pink cheeks and two balls of fat milk, like a boy in a fairy garden in a painting.

The child next to him had a ghostly face, with pits like burn marks from his forehead to the top of his neck, and his dark eyes were hidden under his bangs, looking very scary.

"This moon is like a cold cake." The little boy in yellow, known as Cen Qi, stretched out his arm like a lotus root, and grabbed the moon hanging in the sky with his short and round fingers.

A Tuan with a ghost face tilted his head and asked softly, "Cold cake?"

Cen Qi blinked cunningly, and took out something from her sleeve, which was a bowl of water cold cakes drenched in brown sugar.

A small cold array is painted on the plain white bowl wall, protecting the cold cake to maintain the best taste when it is freshly made.

He scooped up a spoonful with a small spoon and handed it to Ah Tuan's mouth, "Come, taste the moon."

A Tuan opened his mouth to hold it, and pursed his lips. The cool sweetness burst between his lips and teeth, so delicious that he couldn't help squinting his eyes.

Cen Qi handed the bowl and spoon to A Tuan, took out a white jade piccolo from her sleeve, and played it against the moon.

The mountain waves are like waves, and the emerald green bamboos sway under the moonlight.

After eating the cold cake, the two children studied calligraphy for a while, then huddled together on the small couch and fell asleep.

Shen Zhexue and his party retreated a few miles and gathered on a lawn.

Several small furry animals huddled together, and Shen Zhexue leaned against Shi Yuan's waist with an old ginseng.

The grass on the ground was half his body height, so the clump of green leaves and red berries above his head stood out, always making him feel that these children would poke him as a cat teaser.

Among them, Shiyuan is the worst.

The green leaves on the top of the head swayed gently under the breath of the apprentice, Shen Zhexue said: "Obviously, although Cen Qi kept a secret in Langfeng's family, according to various signs, he is the real son in the mirror who eloped with the mountain ghost. "

Xie Zhuchun stood up straight with a black swallow, and said: "The connection between this soul-calling magic circle and Cen Qi may not be a coincidence, it's all such weird spells, there may be a wave of evil cultivators behind the scenes."

This is also the last thing Shen Zhexue wants to happen.

The last time the mirror formation was for the big formation that descended on the emperor, so this time it was aimed at the key that should not be shaken?

"Say more, that Fellow Daoist Yuan..." Qiao Tan hesitated to speak, "I think he seems a little strange."

"What?" Shen Zhexue asked.

He had taught Yuan Xiyan a class for a month, and in his impression, this child was reserved and stable, a little lonely.

Emperor Taiqingzong's literary lessons were regular homework, and his understanding of Yuan Xiyan's temperament was mostly based on what he heard from his master Xuan Qizi.

Qiao Tan frowned slightly, "I always feel that he is deliberately imitating someone."

This statement is really weird, Xie Zhuchun asked: "How can you see it?"

"I don't know for sure. At first he was lonely and unkind. I asked him to learn swordsmanship, but he also ignored me coldly."

Qiao Tan frowned and recalled: "Occasionally, I saw him picking up Senior Brother Leng's snow rabbit on the mountainside of Bianran Peak. He looked very loving and caring, and I changed my mind. It was only because he was not good at communicating with people. Later, the rabbit was taken away by Senior Brother Pei. Take it away, the two of them have contacts from time to time."

Shen Zhexue had heard about this incident, but at that time Pei Jing was struggling to find the frost on the Tianbiwa, so she didn't often walk around the academy.

"At that time, I felt that he was more and more similar to Senior Brother Pei, in his movements, expressions, and tone, I almost admitted my mistake several times." Qiao Tan said.

Xie Zhuchun also wanted to do something, and said: "During the Grand Competition, he entered the Dao with a sword, and he cultivated the sword and the heart as one, but I saw that he regarded the sword in his hand as scrap iron. Later, there was a big transformation, but it was hidden from him. People who are too pure can't hide it from the sword spirit."

No wonder Xie Zhuchun has no right way to treat people, he can get along with everyone, except Yuan Xiyan, who stays away from him.

Qiao Tan looked at Shi Yuan and said, "Brother Shi, did you notice? He only sat next to you in Bianranfeng Academy, and people in the academy guessed that he was Mu Qiang, so they didn't make fun of themselves, but at that time he should I was looking at you, my master once said that the manuscript you handed in was a gift from God."

Shi Yuan remembered that at that time he intentionally asked him to give him an umbrella, but at that time he had doubts in his heart, but he couldn't figure it out.

Now that I talk about it like this, I can understand where the sense of disobedience came from at that time.

Shen Zhexue was worried, thinking that the direction of Yuan Xiyan's temperamental change in the secret realm was very similar to Xie Zhuchun.

What does this kid mean by doing this?

Moreover, the dream master merged into his body, using the method of a ghost to host a body, ordinary people can't do it, only people with close blood can do it, this is also the reason why the elders have dreams or possession in the four directions.

There is a faint light behind the mountain in the east.

Cen Qi woke up early, washed her face in the stream behind the hut, turned around and walked to the window, and saw that Ah Tuan had sat up, and was staring blankly at him with her chin resting on the window lattice.

Cen Qi showed her white teeth, stood on tiptoe, reached out to touch A Tuan's hair, and said, "I'm leaving, I'll bring you the book in two days."

The little boy in yellow found the ancient tree with the teleportation array, and cast the spell in his hand, and disappeared behind the gate like a flying yellow butterfly.

Seeing this scene, Shen Zhexue stuck the roots on the ancient wood, "Let's stay here for now. This Ah Tuan's origin is unknown, and the flow of time in the heart demon formation is controllable. Let's find the spiritual root element and borrow some spiritual power to control it." .”

The forest is very easy for animals to hide. The four of them squatted outside A Tuan's house to observe for two days. They only felt that the life of this ghost-faced child was ordinary, but it was also extremely orderly.

Get up early to hunt and pick, and after being self-sufficient, cover your face secretly, and exchange some silver with spiritual grass and prey with the woodcutter going up the mountain.

When he was not busy, he took care of the flowers, plants and chickens in the small courtyard, while reading aloud the manuscript that Cen Qi had copied for him.

He is not smart, he always stutters when reciting an article, memorizes the latter and forgets the former, and the simple introductory immortal method is not good enough, making himself ashamed and a little embarrassed.

But this Ah Tuan really has a bit of an extraordinary temperament. If he fails once, he will do it again, and if he fails a hundred times, he will do it again a hundred times.

He has a lot of time to squander, but he tries his best, as if he wants to hold a handful of running water, even though it will eventually dissipate in his hands, he still refuses to stop over and over again.

He would blow out the lamp early at night, and lie on the window sill, waiting for the yellow butterfly to appear suddenly.

But this time Cen Qi didn't keep the appointment and came back in two days.

Ah Tuan was in a hurry, but he couldn't go down the mountain, and he couldn't get out of the forest with a grimace.

He began to try to learn how to play the jade flute left by Cen Qi, from the mockery to the ears, to the melody gradually.

When the white jade flute sounded, it was midnight.

Finally one day, the magic circle was opened, and Cen Qi returned with a naked body and empty eyes.

When he saw Ah Tuan running in a hurry, his dull expression fluctuated a bit, the circles of his eyes turned red quickly, and he was about to kneel down as soon as his legs softened.

A Tuan helped him in time, anxious in his heart, he stuttered, "You, you" for a long time, but didn't say a word.

Seeing this, Shen Zhexue thought: No wonder he read aloud a lot, and he didn't stop reading until his voice was hoarse and his throat was smoking. Maybe it was too late for enlightenment, and he couldn't speak a word fluently before meeting Cen Qi.

Cen Qi hugged Ah Tuan, trembling all over, at first it was a low whimper, but then it turned into a loud cry.

The birds in the mountains flew up in shock, Ah Tuan was at a loss and could only pat him on the back clumsily.

The mistress of Langfeng's family was seriously injured after giving birth to her young son. She had a serious illness half a month ago and only recovered a little. She had to worry about many matters in the family, and she passed away suddenly overnight.

Cen Qi didn't have a mother, so she dared to cry so presumptuously because she endured all this in filial piety.

He fell into Ah Tuan's arms, weeping so hard that he grabbed Ah Tuan's clothes and questioned Langfeng's injustice.

The mistress of Langfeng's family is a mortal.

The love between a cultivator and a mortal woman is already against the sky. Compared with a cultivator, there are a long time. Even if a mortal uses countless panacea to make offerings, he can't compare with the spiritual energy to nourish the body.

What's more, the head of the Langfeng family is not like an ordinary offspring, and his first wife has to attract the attention of all parties, so he dare not relax in the slightest.

However, throughout her life, the comprehension world reluctantly recognized her as the wife of the Patriarch, but there are still many people who regret that the Patriarch Langfeng has no Taoist companion.

This kind of prejudice is not because of her limited life span, but because she is an ordinary woman.

"absurd."

Shen Zhexue, who was hiding in the shadows, felt disgusted after hearing this.

No matter where you are, people's words are always awesome, and there are many people who can stand up and talk without back pain.

Qiao Tan gritted his teeth and said: "My mother is also like this, that bastard doesn't care about her origin, if it wasn't for Beishan Academy... the lower cultivation world used to be the mortal world, but now the cause and effect have changed, and the set of the upper cultivation realm is brought into the world. Come down, really shameless."

Cen Qi cried in Ah Tuan's arms and almost fainted.

Langfeng's house is not a place where he is allowed to vent his feelings unrestrainedly, only here he doesn't have to pretend to be strong and mature.

When Cen Qi cried to the point of exhaustion, Ah Tuan, who was not as tall as him, carried him back to the small hut with difficulty, and covered him with a quilt that had been dried in the daytime.

With tears in her eyes, Cen Qi grabbed his hand and said, "A Tuan, it would be fine if you didn't save me that day, and it would be fine if I died in the mountains."

Shen Zhexue, who was lying on Shi Yuan's back, felt the momentary stiffness of the fluffy hair.

Shen Zhexue struggled to touch the top of Shiyuan's head with the leaves on top of her head, and the leaves swept gently, like a soft caress.

"No." Inside the house, Ah Tuan grabbed his hand and said in panic: "Without you, there would be no Cen Tuan."

"Don't die." Ah Tuan also cried out, "I'm scared, I'm so scared."

He buried his head and huddled beside Cen Qi, and couldn't remember a single word of those words that he had memorized so well, he could only repeat: "Don't die, don't die."

Cen Qi hugged him tightly, and opened her mouth to bite his shoulder. Ah Tuan was in pain, but suddenly miraculously fluently spoke a whole paragraph.

He said: "Xiaoqi, your mother wishes you well, everyone in the family wishes you well, and I, I hope you too."

"They just want me to be the head of the family." Cen Qi's eyes turned red, "I don't want to be!"

Ah Tuan responded to him repeatedly, "Okay, okay, Ah Qi, it's wrong, we are wrong."

Cen Qi nodded vigorously.

The two children fell asleep crying and crying.

At dawn the next day, Cen Qi bid farewell to A Tuan, and the innocent and innocent child seemed to grow up overnight.

He took Ah Tuan's hand and said, "I may not be able to see you often anymore, but we have an appointment, and I will come over on the day of the full moon. You must remember to wait for me. You should learn the Tao and study here, and I will learn more later." I'll take you down the mountain if I find a way to get rid of ghost energy and disguise."

Ah Tuan seemed a little confused, "Ah Qi still wants to go back?"

Cen Qi smiled wryly, last night he just acted capriciously, in fact he was far from being able to leave alone, at least not now.

He was born to be taught to take on the responsibilities of Langfeng's family, even though he didn't want to, he still had to do it.

If people can only live for themselves, it may be much easier, but that is not easy.

"Yes." There were still tears on his cheeks, "I always have to go back, my younger brother is only in his infancy, if a side branch makes trouble, it will always be unfavorable to the family, and it is not a situation that Auntie would like to see. Silk silk, Taoism They gave you the book of immortality, so I may be able to leave after I return it."

Ah Tuan seemed to understand, and put a paper figure in Cen Qi's palm, "Here you are."

The paper figurine got his ghostly aura, jumped up and bowed, jumped up and down a few times, looking very pleasing.

Cen Qi put it away and said, "A Tuan, see you later."

The gate opened, and Cen Qi's figure disappeared again. Ah Tuan stood alone in place for a long time, shedding many tears.

At last he wiped his eyes vigorously with his sleeve, and went back to get his ax and went up the hill to cut firewood for the winter.

Seeing this, Shen Zhexue asked Shi Yuan to put him down, and the leaves on top of his head absorbed the spirit of the vegetation in the mountains, glowing blue.

He silently recited the mantra, speeding up the flow of time in the heart demon formation.

The short child grows taller in an instant, loses milk and fat, loses immaturity, and is thrown into the long river of time together with the tears and grief of the past.

The mountain forest has remained unchanged for decades, but the hut has become a bright mountain courtyard.

Cen Qi is tall and tall, with a more luxurious Huang Yuluan and Fengdi Tang Pei around her waist. He has grown into a handsome young man, with elegant and gentle eyebrows.

In an instant, Shen Zhexue thought of the boy who was nailed to the top of the city.

They are brothers, so naturally they have similarities.

Cen Qi walked through the magic circle, the full moon was hanging high, A Tuan was sitting on a bamboo branch, wearing black clothes and a black robe, with a shiny white jade flute in his hand.

He has learned the stable and long-term disguise formula, and he can also suppress the ghost aura on his body. He has also been to some distant places, and he has seen the world, and he is no longer a little stammer, or that ignorant ghost child.

But no matter how far he goes, he never forgets to come back and keep the promise of the full moon.

The sound of the flute is clear and melodious, as written in the book, the sound of the flute led the woodcutter who lost his way in the wind and rain, and found the lost child.

Over time, people living in the village at the foot of the mountain gave him a nickname——

mountain ghost.

The wind is rustling and the wood is rustling, thinking about your son and leaving you alone.