Rong Shoubei said: "Once, Ao Xiaoshuang practiced the Ling Xuan Palm passed down by his father in a peach orchard, and found that the softness of his palm technique was not enough to deal with Ruliu, so he thought about how to improve this stiffness, and his heart began to be bored, who knew that he just heard a good news when he was wandering around Fengming Mountain. ”

Rong Zhao'er scratched her head and asked, "What's the good news?"

Rong Shoubei said word by word: "Mu Linghua." ”

"What kind of flower is that, how I have never learned. Rong Zhao'er frowned, very puzzled.

Rong Shoubei smiled slightly, touched the cute little boy's little face, and patiently explained: "Mu Linghua, it is rumored that as long as its juice is used well, it can make things like diamonds soft, and there is also a function, that is, everything that is touched by the liquid of this flower will become spiritual, which is the reason why I don't let me touch the wood carving, but no one has confirmed the latter, but the former is sure that there is such a thing." Ao Xiaoshuang heard that Mu Linghua was nearby, and hundreds of monks had been injured, so he wanted to go up the mountain to see if he could try his luck and collect the legendary flowers and plants. ”

Rong Zhao'er was puzzled: "What is a spiritual thing? ”

Rong Shoubei said: "It's like a statue wooden bird, after being touched by the descendants of Ao Xiaoshuang's hands, over time, spirituality will be born, can fly or hide, can turn into a human form, can be a monster, I don't let you learn wood carving is afraid that you will expose your identity and cheat, then they must go all out to track down the little young master, thinking that he really secretly learned Ling Xuzhang to harm the world, and the little young master who jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't wash it was in danger." ”

Rong Zhao'er agreed very much with his brother to take care of the little young master who had never met, and suddenly nodded frequently, and then asked, "What happened to the little young master's ancestor after he met Mu Linghua in Fengming Mountain?"

Rong Shoubei often told his brother all kinds of stories, mostly in the middle of the night when no one was around, most of them on the warm bedside, but today is very special, it is on a sunny afternoon, and it is also at a moment of imminent separation.

"Ao Xiaoshuang went up to Fengming Mountain, where the scenery is similar to ours, not to mention beautiful, he didn't walk a few steps, and then he saw a scene. ”

"What sight?"

"A cyan unicorn is attacking a person of the Hao clan, and that person he recognizes as the ancestral hall guard of the Hao clan - Si Cong Biejue. Sicong, who was pale at the time, couldn't resist the fierce attack of the cyan unicorn at all, and a large part of his chest was scratched by Li into crimson blood marks and hit a big tree. The unicorn did not take advantage of the weakness to pounce on him, but turned its head to a strange-shaped grass, which grew very tall and slightly distorted, but there were not many branches, but the leaves were denser than other grasses, and the heart stamens in the upper middle were probably opened by the seasons and delicate, and the yellow flowers spread out on the star-shaped flower stalks, swaying lightly with the breeze, and it exuded a faint fragrance in the afternoon twilight, and from time to time it flashed its own strange brilliance, which was very dazzling.

The cyan flowing unicorn looked at the radiant grass for a long time, and at this time, the startled Ao Xiaoshuang quickly swept a polar shadow, swept past the side of the cyan unicorn, and was about to grab the unknown but very determined Mu Ling Flower, but the cyan unicorn reacted quickly, and the sharp claws on the two front legs cut through the floating of the air, and attacked Ao Xiaoshuang's lower abdomen fiercely. Ao Xiaoshuang was a generation of people at that time, and his cultivation was extraordinary, but in the face of a catch that was out of guard, after all, he temporarily gave up the target Mu Linghua, and quickly raised his leg to kick the cyan scale armor Qilin a few times, and the two sides began to fight, the more fierce and abnormal they fought, dozens of rounds were not worth the victory, Ao Xiaoshuang was secretly frightened that the strength of the divine object was not bad, but repeatedly blocked the picking of the Mu Ling flower, it was really difficult to win, so he no longer thought that it was a green scale unicorn that was not easy to practice, and decisively used his housekeeping skills, Ling Xu's palm hit out, and with a loud bang, all the bones on his body were bloody out of the body, and when Ao Xiaoshuang wanted to pull up the Mu Ling Flower again, who knew that the flower was goneDisappointed, he immediately dug three feet into the ground and found a grass root that was glowing with a streamer and left a Mu Linghua, which was very short and thin. It's better than nothing, so I took it into my arms.

looked at the person lying on the ground under the tree, his eyes were closed, his face was so white that there was no blood at all, and the unicorn that was slapped to death with one palm fell in a pool of blood, and his flesh and bones were separated.

He touched Sicong's body and found that the blood all over his body had disappeared at some point, except for a few wounds that were about to become scabs. Ao Xiaoshuang looked at the person who was as white as paper, and there was a faint breath, and immediately his mind turned, and he said in surprise: "Return to the light." He thought of a way to revive the unconscious and dying Si Cong Biejue, dragged it to the side of the blue-scaled Qilin, transported his true qi, and in a majestic streamer, completely injected the blood oozing from the flesh and blood of the Qilin's bloody corpse into him through the wound, and as a result, the ancestral guard Si Cong Beijue miraculously came back to life. ”

Rong Zhao'er asked curiously, "What happened later?"

Rong Shoubei said: "Later, Ao Xiaoshuang practiced a pair of extremely soft hands, although the overall cultivation was not as good as his father, but he also improved a lot, and only the root of a small grass played a great role. ”

Rong Zhao'er said: "Why didn't he chase the Mu Ling Flower, but he had to dig three feet into the ground to find the broken roots?"

Rong Shoubei replied: "The juice of the Mu Linghua is very harmful, it has penetrated into the boulder as hard as iron, and even the seams are extremely small. ”

Rong Zhao'er thought about it too, and didn't ask again, because he was leaving, and the little young master who replaced his family was about to enter a strange area, and he never knew how that strange place would treat him. Rong Shoubei looked at his younger brother, who was very different in age, and saw that he was a little sad, so he stretched out his hands and hugged the little body into his arms, unable to give up and said: "You are going to be more than lucky, how I hope that I can be the same age as you, to replace you, and also to take the place of the little young master to suffer and hide you...... Hide ......" said at the end of the voice, which became smaller, and kept touching the little boy's head.

Rong Zhao'er whimpered in his arms, with an inexplicable resoluteness in his sobs, and said: "Brother, don't be sad, I swore three years ago that I would never regret what I had received in place of the little young master, and I must play this role directly to repay the kindness of several generations of Lingxumen masters." ”

Rong Shoubei smiled and said sweetly: "Don't be discouraged, first, you don't have martial arts, and you don't have any cultivation naturally." Second, there are some people in the Hao clan of the four clans of the Heavenly Dao who are not the jackals, tigers and leopards in our valley. Third, according to the rules of the Han realm, a person who has cultivated cannot hurt a person who has not cultivated, he is a big family, and he will definitely take care of these red tapes, besides, you are a child. If you can survive the difficulties, then you must secretly find our little young master and protect him all the way, you know no. ”

Rong Zhao'er hurriedly wiped away her tears, looked at her four eyes, and said with a slight excitement: "Little young master, do you have his whereabouts?"

The little boy standing under the tree in the scorching sun, and the shadow sifted through the disabled person sitting under him, the two were about the same height, and the two faces were facing each other.

Rong Shoubei shook his head and said slowly: "After Aolin Shuang's death, when you were still in infancy, I left him in a peasant's house and only took you away?

The only regret now is that the farmhouse where the young master lives has moved away, and there is no way to trace his whereabouts. ”

Rong Zhao'er thought for a moment and asked, "If I am lucky enough to survive, then how can I find him?"

Rong Shoubei said: "His hands inherit the blood of his ancestors, but whenever he touches something like a wood carving, he will be full of spirituality and live in front of your eyes." Alas, in the vast sea of people, finding him is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, you just do your best, he is more fierce than he is. ”

Rong Zhao'er nodded like a chicken pecking rice, his face was full of determination, and he had a sense of mission to bear the safety of the valley, which made the little black teeth in his small mouth stronger and unyielding, maybe all the difficulties could be broken between his teeth.

Rong Shoubei touched his brother's head again, helpless, bitter in his heart, and advised: "I don't have anything to give you, only one sentence to remind you: see more and do more, think more and be more attentive, and be flexible in your mouth, which is the way to survive." ”

......

After the noon, the brightness of the sun gradually thinned, and the afterglow sprinkled was like the end of a strong crossbow, and the three people did not feel as hot and painful as at noon.

Following the southeast direction, Hao Yunxiao was anxious to return to the Hao clan, and Qi Xuanyao simply sent the Buddha to the west to protect her all the way, because Qi Xuanyao had promised the poor disabled person with an extraordinary temperament, and he had also heard Hao Yunxiao's promise that Xiongdong Pei could stop.

"Brother Qi, when I hand over this thief-headed little guy, let's go west together to find the ice field and the snow country. Hao Yunxiao just asked in a whisper, not in the form of some kind of moral kidnapping, but for Qi Xuanyao, it was almost the same.

Qi Xuanyao paused for a moment, thinking about whether to help her again.

"Brother Qi, you ...... Don't you want to?" The cautious Hao Yunxiao knew that there was no point in asking this, it was just a little more boring, and this boredom reminded her of the sword array that only cared about herself, and she couldn't force others in everything, how could she not know, just like asking the eldest brother Hao Haolang, who was not related by blood to the sword array, to give up using the sword array in the process of sword competition.

"Sister Yunxiao, let's wait until we send this child to the Hao Clan, don't forget that Wan Jin, a disciple of the Sword Sect, has never let go of his hatred for the flooding of Luodu, although he can't beat us, but we still have to prevent such a ruthless character from assassinating him. Qi Xuanyao said.

Hao Yunxiao thought so, and looked at the little boy's calm and immature little face as he walked, thoughtfully.