red dust robbery

Zhan Ji felt that the way this man smiled was like the spring breeze in April and May, warming and wrinkling a pool of river water, it was very beautiful, adding a little kindness to it.

It wasn't until the black dog at the man's feet stuck out its tongue and rubbed it over, showing its white teeth, that it jumped up in a little fright.

"I...how am I here?"

Wanting to curry favor with the little master, but unexpectedly turned his head too hard and was rejected, Xiao Tiangou turned his head and showed a sad look, but Yang Jian smiled slightly: "You just slipped down the mountain, I brought you here. "

Zhan Ji blinked.

He didn't quite understand why he came to Jiangxin from the mountains in an instant, but since he was a child, he was used to hearing a lot of anecdotes and strange things in the rivers and lakes, and he had already started to practice basic martial arts with his uncle, so he thought, maybe this is a kind of him. A miraculous lightness skill that has never been seen before?

"Thank you, Zhan Ji, for saving me."

Thinking so, he stood up straight, bowed and clasped his fists in salute.

The son of Nan Xia Zhan Zhao, even at a young age, he is also meticulous in etiquette.

Yang Jian's eyes sank slightly, looking at the child's immature but serious face, a soft but complicated expression flashed past.

"What did you see just now?" He asked.

Zhan Ji was slightly taken aback.

What did you see?

Just now, the foot of the foot was clearly a familiar road, but at first glance, an abyss opened up. It was obviously a branch hanging from a tree branch, but it turned into an unusually thick bamboo leaf green.

this is what he saw

Since he was five years old, he has been able to see things that others cannot see, such as the eyes of ancient trees in the mountains, flowers walking on the side of the road, and strange creatures of all sizes. Not aware of it, but was ridiculed and ridiculed.

Later, he cried and went to find his mother. The capable woman who had always been decisive and decisive was silent for a long time, and after much deliberation, he sent someone to Mount Hua to bring a stick of incense to the Holy Mother's Palace.

However, this situation has not improved. In the past two years, he has been able to see more and more strange things, and he has gradually learned to keep silent and not mention it in front of others.

"I didn't see anything..." He looked up at the handsome man in white in front of him, and subconsciously opened his mouth, but he was stared at by the man's eyes like a spring, and he felt pierced in an instant, "No... Saw something weird."

"for example?"

"The branches... suddenly turned into snakes, and the mountain road suddenly split... I don't know if others can see it."

"On weekdays, I often see some strange things that others can't see?"

Yang Jian watched the child lower his head, his cheeks flushed slightly because of nervousness, but he sighed softly in his heart.

"Look, what is this?"

He handed over the ink fan, but Zhan Ji was startled.

He didn't pay attention to it just now, but looking carefully now, it's not an ordinary fan, in the bones of the fan there is a dragon with its teeth and claws indistinct.

Looking at the expression on his face, Yang Jian was finally able to ascertain why Ah Jiu would ask someone to bring that bunch of incense regardless of Xianfan.

Born with divine eyes.

Strictly speaking, this child has no blood relationship with Yang Jian.

He is a real mortal, and it is impossible to have such a supernatural ability.

But now——he thought about it carefully, when Ah Jiu had a difficult delivery, the child was already dying in the mother's womb, and it was he who injected a ray of spirit and blood into it that day, so that he was born safely.

And his magic weapon, the sky eye, has long been fused with the soul, and the power of the sky eye has also followed the ray of spirit to this child.

Even if he doesn't use his eyes at this moment, he can still see that the child's bones are clear and strange, and his celestial ties are deep.

It's just that the power of God's Eye, although it is very weak at the moment, will always awaken with age. As a mortal, it may not be a good thing to have such a power but not know how to use it.

The person who tied the bell had to be untied, and Yang Jian was still the one to untie the cause and effect after all.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, put away his fan, stood up, and patted his shoulder.

"Don't be afraid." His voice was deep, but there was an unusually reassuring atmosphere, "All things in this world are not born with wisdom. Flowers, birds, insects and fish absorb the essence of heaven and earth, feel the brilliance of the sun and the moon, and grow old over time. It will also have its own spiritual consciousness, which can change into different forms, which is just a common thing, but ordinary mortals cannot perceive it."

"Then... isn't that a monster?" Zhan Ji just settled down and opened his eyes wide again.

"There are good and bad people, and there are good and evil monsters. The reason why people are afraid of monsters is because some monsters have evil intentions and hurt people's lives. There are also many monsters who follow the way of heaven and devote themselves to cultivation. It might be impossible to ascend to immortality..."

"That—the ones I saw..."

"Immortals and mortals are different, humans and monsters have different paths, so mortals can't detect the existence of ordinary goblins, but you, born with divine eyes, just have the ability to see through the real body of monsters." Yang Jian paused and looked down. He said, "In fact, you don't need to be too nervous. In fact, everyone has infinite potential in their bodies. It's just that most people may not be able to stimulate such abilities in their lifetime, but you are born with such abilities."

Zhan Ji listened for a while, and took a long time to digest the deep meaning in his words, his eyes were still blank: "But... when I saw those... I still feel very uneasy..."

"Because you don't know what that is, and it makes you feel different?"

Yang Jian lowered his eyelids, saw the child nodded slightly awkwardly, and slowed down his voice: "Then, there are two ways, one is to completely seal your celestial eye, and you will be no different from ordinary people from then on."

Zhan Ji raised his head, looked at the man in white in front of him, and felt a bit of sharpness in his clear and soft eyes: "The other one is to learn to control it!"

"Control it?"

"Control it, learn to use it." Yang Jian nodded, "The power of the eye of heaven is not only to see through the essence of things, but if used properly, it will generate infinite power."

He turned slightly sideways, closed his eyes, and Er Zhanji was surprised to see that there were golden flowing moirés faintly floating between the man's handsome brows, a beam of silver light slowly gathered, and suddenly flashed across the sky with lightning and flint. Go, there was a violent shock in the opposite mountain.

The boy was shocked speechless.

Yang Jian opened his eyelids, looked down and saw that the little guy was already a little dazed, and stretched out his hand out to pinch his baby-fat little face in a funny way, Zhan Ji came back to his senses and stepped back a few times It took a long time to say: "This... this is..."

"It's the eye of heaven."

"You also have heavenly eyes?"

"Everyone in the world has heavenly eyes, but very few people can awaken their own heavenly eyes."

"Then... can you teach me how to use the sky eye?"

"Do you want to learn?" Yang Jian asked back, "Don't you think that if the Eye of Heaven is completely sealed, there will be no more confusion and fear?"

Zhan Ji was stunned, hesitated and said nothing.

A seven-year-old child faces many fears of the unknown, but still yearns for and worships powerful power.

He is the son of Nanxia Zhanzhao, and there is an inherent unwillingness to be mediocre in his blood. He followed his uncle and the uncle of Zhukong Island, and his ears and eyes were full of the heroism and loyalty of the Jianghu. Longing and yearning.

Yang Jian looked into his eyes, looked at his hesitant but stubborn expression unwilling to back down, and after a long time, said: "I can teach you."

The boy's eyes glowed brightly, but he heard him say again: "However, having this kind of power may not necessarily be a good thing. If your mind is not firm and your intentions are not correct, this kind of power will bring you disaster instead. You have to remember Living."

Zhan Ji nodded solemnly, then stood still, cupped his hands and cupped his fists and bowed down: "Master, please accept my disciple's bow."

But Yang Jian stopped him: "I don't accept disciples, I just teach you how to use the eyes of the sky, you don't need to be called a master and apprentice."

"But...then what should I call you?" Zhan Ji realized at this time that he didn't seem to know the origin and name of this person.

Yang Jian pondered for a moment: "You and I met by chance, so you don't need to get into it. If you want to, call me sir, and wait for me at the back of Mohua Village at noon the next day. No third person should know about this matter."

Zhan Ji was a little puzzled, but still nodded obediently: "Yes, sir."

While talking, the boat was approaching the ferry of Mohua Village, Yang Jian patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to get off the boat and go home, Zhan Ji looked at the man in white with a warm smile in front of him, but he was a bit reluctant, jumped off the boat, When I got to the shore, I looked back again, but I saw the setting sun like blood, and the distant shadow of the solitary sail, which had long been submerged in the redness of the half river.

It's just that Yang Jian is busy with official duties, so he steals some leisure time to go down to the world every day, and he can only stay for a few months, and the number of times he uses it to teach students is also very small.

Fortunately, Zhanji's comprehension is very high, and within a month or two he was able to comprehend the mental method. When he came back a year later, the child was already able to consciously control the opening and closing of the sky eye.

Yang Jian couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Although he is a mortal body with only a trace of immortal roots, but this child's talent is no worse than that of the half-immortal Chen Xiang. Perhaps with careful teaching, it may not be impossible to cultivate the immortal way in time?

And this thought just passed by in a flash, he is a person who has experienced thousands of years of war and disaster, so how can he say that the gods in the sky must be happier than ordinary people?

Perhaps it is the best thing for this child to spend this life in peace.

"Ji'er, what do you want to do in the future?"

When he asked this question, Zhan Ji tilted his head and pondered for a long time: "Maybe...like Uncle Wu and the others, wandering the rivers and lakes?"

Yang Jian couldn't help but laugh out loud at this uncertain and longing-filled answer.

For boys of this age, they may all yearn for something full of challenges and mysteries, at least much better than my 16-year-old nephew who only wanted to be a rich grandpa.

"Do you know what Jianghu is?"

"There are many chivalrous men with great kung fu, and there are also many bad guys." The boy shook his head and said, "Brother Lu Zhen said that we will be heroes who eliminate violence and protect the good from now on, and kill all those bad guys!"

An eight-year-old child only has the ambition to eradicate violence and bring peace to the good, but he doesn't know the dangers of the world.

Yang Jian raised the corners of his lips slightly, but heard the child's tone lowered slightly: "They said that my father was also a knight-errant before, and later became a guard of Kaifeng Mansion...he is very good at martial arts, and has done many great things...but My mother said, don't let me learn from him..."

Yang Jian's eyes sank slightly: "Why?"

"She said that to be a person is to be like Fifth Uncle Bai, chic and unrestrained all the time, free and easy..."

When the boy said this, he didn't really understand the deep meaning of it, but the listener took a deep breath——Bai Yutang, that is indeed a very unrestrained and unrestrained person.

Whether it is Zhan Zhao or Yang Jian, after all, they have shouldered too many responsibilities and morality. Even the youngest daughter of Queen Mother Naxi has a rough life and endless disasters.

Even though they bear the safety and rise and fall of the Three Realms without hesitation, parents only hope that their children can be free and unrestrained, and live in peace forever.

Yang Jian reached out and touched the child's head, but said nothing.

He looked far away, looking towards the end of the sky.

Since returning to the throne, due to the difference between immortals and mortals, he has never seen Ah Jiu again, nor has he met those brothers in the mortal world. Is the Chinchilla in the middle of the world still suave?

He stood by the bank of the Songjiang River, with reeds all over the sky, thinking about the road where the jasmine flowers were deep when he picked out the woman's earrings, the Tongtian Grotto where the cat was so angry that year, and the Dulong Bridge where Bai Yutang was defeated. Filled with robes.

Zhan Ji looked at the gentleman who suddenly became depressed, and for some reason, he also felt a little unknown sadness.

On the occasion of parting this time, Yang Jian handed over a book of mental techniques to Zhan Ji, told him to practice diligently, and took off the jade pendant on his body to tie it on for him, and Zhan Ji never saw him again.

Although when he went back that day, his mother stared at the jade pendant on his waist for a long time without moving her face, but then she sewed a sachet with her own hands, put the jade pendant in it, and tied it carefully for him, telling him to keep it safe and not to be with her. Outsiders talk a lot.

This encounter has become a secret buried in Zhan Ji's heart.

In the winter of this year, Mrs. Ding failed to survive the frost and died without any illness. The Ding family kept filial piety for three years, and Zhan Ji followed his uncle and mother to practice martial arts. He sent him to Xingkong Island to study with Bai Yutang.

Ding Zhaohui was very dissatisfied with this move. Mohua Village is not without swordsmen with high martial arts skills, so why did they have to send the child to the white mouse?

But Ah Jiu has his own reasons. A child's growth not only needs a master, but also a companion. He needs Jinlan's brothers who are bound together for life and death. He can't be trapped in this small Mohua Village.

When Zhanji was 16 years old, Bai Yutang let him leave the island.

At this time, Lu Zhen, Xu Liang, and Han Tianjin had already left Xingkong Island one after another, and went to the rivers and lakes. Within a year or two, they met Ai Hu, a young hero who worked in Kaifeng Mansion. By coincidence, he joined the Gongmen, and Xiao Wuyi began to become famous.

The young man who had not been back to Mohua Village for a long time was also eager to try, with a huge queer hanging from his waist, he set foot on the rivers and lakes alone.

The following year, Bai Yunrui left the island, and the two went north to Bianliang to visit the elders of Kaifeng Mansion, and got together with Lu Zhen and others. Under the circumstances, they became one of them.

He originally had a fourth-rank guard in his body, and it was only at this time that he took up his real position. Song Emperor Zhao Zhen was very generous to this orphan of a meritorious official, and the scholar of Longtuge, who had the reputation of Qingtian, looked at this When the young man was dressed in red and stood in front of him like an old friend returning home, his eyes could not hide the wet tears.

In the two years since Zhan Ji entered Kaifeng Mansion, together with the little Wuyi brothers, he has handled dozens of major cases. The government and the public and the people began to have many legends about this young guard. In order to distinguish him from the previous guard Zhan, they called him He guards Xiao Zhan.

However, the world is not always smooth sailing. In the year of Zhanji, the spring tide of the Yangtze River flooded, Dongting flooded frequently, and the Junshan area was turbulent, and countless ships were sunk. Also, he had no choice but to report to the imperial court. Kaifeng Mansion sent two guards, Zhan Ji and Bai Yunrui, to Dongting to investigate the case first, and at the same time ordered Lu Zhen to go all the way south to ask Jiang Ping, the Jiang Shu, to come out of the mountain again to find out what happened.

☆、Chapter 47