Eighteen years ago on the night.

In the courtyard, insects talk to each other. The night seems to be extra solemn on this day. The moon was hidden behind the clouds, revealing no light. A few old trees swayed in the wind, casting shadows on the bamboo lanterns on the side, like shaking and ethereal things.

"Xian'er...... Hyun'er ......"

The woman searched around the courtyard and rummaged through the bushes, but she did not see a shadow of the child.

In the corridor, the lanterns hanging on the hanging beams flickered and dimmed, and with the night wind blowing, the candlelight was faint and dimmed. Isn't it, you can still hear the cry of a night cat like a baby who has entered the yard of the house? The woman suddenly felt that the evening breeze was blowing her body and bones a little cold, and she shivered slightly, and she was afraid of the coldness of the night, and turned to go back to the house.

Thinking that maybe the child was still in the corner of the house, he didn't look carefully in the house, and when he saw the door open, he mistakenly thought that the child had crawled out of the door.

She turned around and was about to go down the corridor back to the house, when suddenly, as far as she could see, a dark shadow flashed, and it was right that she should be a child, but if she looked like she was seven or eight years old, she was not her own virtuous child.

But in the next second, the woman felt a chill down her spine. Who would casually break into someone's courtyard at midnight? Whatever the purpose, the one who comes is not a good person!

Just as she was about to catch up, the woman suddenly became afraid. If she encounters a robber, I am afraid it will be difficult to get out, if the thief has a different heart and wants to do something wrong, what should I do at that time?

Let's go back to the house and talk to the master first.

The woman thought to herself, and she was going down the hallway to another room. But just then, a baby's cry stopped her steps. Then there was a sound, this time it was a little more poignant than the last time, more like a scream from the instinct of a newborn!

The woman's heart rose to her throat. Her hands couldn't stop trembling, hugged her chest tightly, and slowly turned her back, and her concern for the child still slightly overcame the fear hidden from the depths of her life. She took a slow step, her eyes staring straight ahead of her, following the direction from which the voice came.

The night is close, and the evening breeze is styled. Shake the candle to keep the shadow lower.

The woman walked forward, one hand nervously resting on her chest, the other restlessly holding on to the railing, and moving her steps closer to the corner from which the voice came. As she approached the corner, she heard a creepy "bang", and she shuddered, but plucked up the courage to look there, where there was a child crouched in the darkest corner, not lit by candlelight, as if playing with something.

Before the woman stepped forward, a stream of red blood slowly flowed from the corner to the ground.

"Ahh

The woman exclaimed, and the boy was at first visibly startled, then regained his composure, and slowly withdrew from the dark corner, his face becoming clearer by the light of the candlelight.

"Reclamation...... Ward off evil spirits!"

Looking at the face of the child in front of her, the woman was at a loss. When she saw the blood-red lips that warded off evil spirits, and the things she was holding in her hands, she suddenly lost her face: "I, my child!"

It is a baby under the age of one who is not yet one year old to ward off evil spirits. Blood was pouring from the baby's neck, his face was pale, and he was no longer breathing.

"This ...... I didn't do it!" explained the evil spirits desperately.

"You, you killed my child!" the woman pointed to ward off evil spirits, gasping for breath, she was not small frightened this time, "I heard that you are a monster, and sure enough, you kill to pay for your life, and return my virtuous son!"

"Say, it's not me! it's a ......."

To ward off evil spirits, he had to explain, and suddenly he heard the sound of rustling on the wall of the courtyard, and he immediately became alert. He jumped up on the wall, shouted "don't run", and disappeared into the night.

The woman stayed there, looking at a small corpse on the ground, and was so overwhelmed that she was about to fall to the ground. At this moment she heard a heavy breath from the corner side, and when she turned her head to look over, she fell to the ground before she could utter a shout.

......

"That's probably it, Mr. Murong. Tian Hui finished telling the whole process he knew.

Murong Jin pondered for a long time, he thought about the whole reason of this matter, and felt that something was a little strange: "Why did this evil spirit appear in that woman's house at that time?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's the night out to play," Tian Hui said, "In any case, there is no doubt that the evil spirit will kill the neighbor's child." ”

"Not necessarily. Maybe the killer was someone else. Murong Jin did not directly affirm Tianhui's opinion.

"But the only people present at that time were the evil spirits and the lady, and the lady went insane afterwards, so it shouldn't be that she killed her own child?" asked Tian Hui rhetorically. As the saying goes, tiger poison does not eat children, not to mention that mother's love is greater, and it is impossible for that woman to kill her newborn child for no reason.

"Maybe a third person. Murong Jin guessed that he always felt that the evil spirit could not be the murderer, although there was no direct evidence, only a little hunch, but in short, the story behind this incident was by no means so simple.

Suddenly, he had doubts in his heart, and a suspicion flashed through his mind: "Since the woman has gone insane since then, how can you be sure that it is the child of evil spirits and murder?

If it was true that the evil spirits had killed the woman's child, and had frightened the woman, and the woman had gone insane, how could she have told what had happened that night?

"The woman was so frightened that when the others met her the next day, she was just muttering 'Ward off evil spirits and kill my son,' and her eyes glazed over, while the cold corpse of her child lay on the couch next to the room. "Tian Hui said.

On that day, the village was shocked. Everyone regarded evil spirits as demons, and overnight, the most wanted criminal in Arashi Village became a child under the age of eight. Since then, the evil spirits have actually left Arashi no Village, and there has been almost no news.

Murong Jin thought that since there were only rumors left in this matter, there was no way to trace it. What's more, he also has no need and responsibility to track down. Now, as long as the evil spirits do not affect everything about him, let him be.

The smell of chicken soup in the room is fragrant.

"Old man, did you make one for me?" Murong Jin asked in a panic of hunger.

"Of course, of course, Mr. Murong also has a share. Tianhui replied, but saw that Murong Jin was already sitting in the room, right the chopsticks, and picked up the chicken soup to enjoy the delicacies.

"Old man. Murong Jin drank the soup and suddenly screamed.

"Hmm, is it a weak taste? Mr. Murong. Tianhui turned to look inside.

"No," Murong Jin licked her lips, picked up the chicken leg and put it in the bowl, "You don't have any grudges with evil spirits, right?"

"Nope. ”

......

On this day, the clouds covered the entire sky. Early in the morning, Tianyue followed Murong Jin to the back mountain to continue practicing martial arts. Now, his soul power is getting stronger and stronger, and he can condense cold wind cyclones, and the density of the cyclone is not inferior to the cultivation results of his peers, and he can also have more precise control in terms of temperature.

It's just that there is still one thing that is still not satisfactory, the wind is there, and the cold is also there, but no matter how hard Tianyue works his soul power, there is no way to condense a large enough ice cube, and he can only condense some ice points in his hand at most.

If he can't bring out the strength of the Ice Martial Soul, then what is the difference between the power of his Martial Soul and the Wind Cyclone?

"Master, is there any way to make progress faster?" Tianyue slowly retracted his momentum, withdrew his soul power, and after a moment of pranayama, he asked.

"Bastard, do you still think that your progress is slow? Your dozens of days of cultivation are almost worth the results of the first three years of being a teacher, and you are not satisfied?" asked Murong Jin.

Now Tianyue's talent for controlling martial souls is extremely envious even for him, a genius who was unique in ten thousand back then. You must know that in order to reach this height, he didn't know how many detours he had taken, and how many thorns and bumps he had to go through, before he practiced such an ability. But this kid who doesn't know how to be blessed in the midst of blessings, doesn't know how to know enough?

"But Master, why can't I condense the ice cubes?" Tianyue asked.

Murong Jin was asked. Indeed, this is very strange, when he practiced by himself, although the ability of the martial soul to control was not as good as that of Tianyue today, but in terms of condensing the freezing point, he still succeeded early. But if Tianyue wanted to cast the Ice Martial Spirit, he had to rely on the real water source in the lake, which was incomprehensible.

Could it be that when God opens a door, he will open the door and close a window for your talent?

"Teacher, will I be stuck in this bottleneck for the rest of my life?" Tianyue looked worried.

He looked at his hands, no matter how hard he tried, he could only condense a trace of cold qi from his palms, even if the cold was too cold, there was no way to become the freezing point of the entity. He was very frustrated.

"Don't worry, Master will figure it out for you. ”

Murong Jin comforted. Inadvertently, he bit his finger. This is a question that he really hadn't thought of before. What should I do to make Tianyue cast the Ice Martial Spirit as soon as possible?

Now, under his guidance, Tianyue's ability has reached the height of a first-grade soul master. However, if he couldn't convert the cold qi into a real freezing point, then the strength of his soul technique would be greatly weakened, and he could only compete with a martial artist who could just condense a slightly stronger wind cyclone.

The soul master of the ice attribute martial soul is to rely on the advantages of the materialization of the martial soul, and take the cold ice, which is different from the illusory element, as the top priority of his attack strength.

Therefore, in order to distinguish himself from other wind attribute martial artists, Tianyue must be able to condense ice power.

What should I do? What is wrong? Murong Jin frowned.

"Master, look! What is that!" Tianyue pointed to the sky and suddenly shouted.