After eating in the mountains outside the mountain, everyone rushed to the broken temple slowly. When they came to the gate of the courtyard, they parted. Meng Qingyao and Li Li went to the Linguan, but they forgot to stay in the broken temple alone, and the rest all went to the martial arts platform where Jin and them were.

"But let's say it first, it's okay to practice hands, but it's not okay to fight. Tonight, we will lie on the stage and talk about what we think and understand! ”

When he saw them leave, he still listened to Wu Qiu's words, and after smiling, he turned around and stepped into the courtyard gate. Glancing at the stele of "the broken temple has a master" that Bai You stands, he can't help but sigh that no one is bothering him when this stele is erected, and then he laughs at himself, thinking that who will still worry about the broken temple with the master.

Slowly pacing through the courtyard, standing in front of the stone steps of the broken temple, he still jumped onto the eaves.

Sitting on the eaves tile where he usually sits, leaning on the ridge, everything is like yesterday, but now he is alone.

Holding his hands behind his head, he quietly waited for the sunset, looking forward to the nightfall.

Sunset is a divide. The laborer shall return home with a hoe and rest his weariness; Thousands of households will also slowly light up the lights, and their happiness will gather together.

And for forgetfulness, sunset means the beginning of cultivation.

The bonfire in front of the remnant was a little hot, and he sat on the stone pillar lying on the bench and raised his eyes and looked up slightly. Four pairs of ghost hands are attached to four columns, one near the door of the ruined temple and the other near the bonfire.

The two pairs of ghost hands diagonally opposite each other threw two wooden star wheels at each other, and the sound of breaking the sky echoed in a low voice in the broken temple.

Forgetfulness bowed his head and added some firewood, and the flame became stronger for a while, and the ghost hand was still a lot faster.

With this sudden change, his mind sank into the silent abyss, and he carefully experienced the hair-thin feeling transmitted back by the ghost hand. When catching the Wood Star Wheel, which details of the ghost hand are touched first, how they evolve next, how they exert force when they are thrown at the end, and which places are used to hold the Wood Star Wheel.

No matter what the outside world is, the mind is surprisingly slow. In this kind of gap, he deeply realized it, and I don't know how long it took, he suddenly felt that there were two pitch-black hands in his heart, one left and one right, and their spread hands were constantly jumping with white light, one moment was these places, one moment was those places, sometimes the fingers jumped out brighter, sometimes the palms jumped out brighter.

A bonfire roared, illuminating one side of the ruined temple. And the white light in his heart is trying to light up a pair of hands.

I can't figure out why I feel this mysterious, but I can't reject it. As if a child was looking for a plaything, he naturally tried to grasp the jumping white light into his hand.

The white light not only jumps brighter and brighter, but also jumps up with the rest of the light, much like the stars and the moon. He forgot even about the ghost hand, he just wanted to see what kind of tricks this white light could jump out of.

Maybe it's been a long time, maybe it's not been a long time. There is only white light and black hands in the eyes of Forgetfulness.

Countless white lights jumped up directly from the pitch-black hands, uneven and orderly, as if a plain white mountain peak had been raised, and the ridge was formed by the white light stretching high and low.

When this moment came, Forgetfulness felt that all the white light had been grabbed into his hands. At the same moment, he left the mystery and returned to the ruined temple.

Seeing that the bonfire was still burning, he breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up at the ghost hand, only to see that there was nothing above the cylinder, and then looked closely, there were four wooden star wheels lying on the ground.

Forgetfulness hurriedly condensed a love thread, but he didn't turn into a ghost hand in a hurry, but let the love thread cross the palm of his hand, and he looked at it carefully.

It was darker than before, but it was more elongated, and the ends of the hair were a little white. If you don't take a closer look, you won't be able to see it.

Forgetful turned his hand over, and the love silk suddenly plunged into the ground, and under his expectant gaze, it turned into a pair of ghost hands.

Below the wrist was still dragging the ink arm, and the ink seemed to be a little thicker. And above the wrist made his eyes shine, and the pitch black was no longer white. It's not pale, it's not pale, it's just plain white, as if it can be stained with other colors if you don't pay attention to it.

Spread his hand next to the ghost hand, and compared it carefully, and the palm print really became exactly the same. Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he went to check the back of the ghost hand's hand again, and at this moment, he realized that the nails that had been shining with silver light had been replaced by pitch black.

After looking at it a few times, I was satisfied to practice this ghost hand that was called new and biased.

The inkblot arm snaked across the ground, and the five fingers moved nimbly and freely.

When he grabbed the two Wood Star Wheels with his ghost hands, he obviously felt his body tremble. But it was not fear, but the excitement of being lost and regained, like the battle-hardened general who had returned to the field and held his spear again.

It's like this feeling coming from the Wood Star Wheel.

All cultivation is not indebted, even if it is not seen for a while, it will quietly appear at some point, waiting for you to open the door and come out.

And this door, Forgetful has been pushed open with a pair of hands.

While the ghost hand was playing with the wooden star wheel, Forgetfulness broke off a piece of love silk and turned into a pair of ghost hands, and they slashed straight away, stopping far away at the gate of the broken temple.

Standing behind the Oni's hand, he ordered one of them to lower the Wood Star Wheel, and then he commanded the other to throw it out with a bang.

It is not straight, but a mysterious and beautiful curved mark that suddenly breaks the temple, from the ghost hand of one end to the ghost hand of the other.

The ghost hand who entered the door had a long ink arm, and he caught it with one of his five fingers.

Forgetting to look up, my heart swelled with pride. It's done, it's done, the ghost hand is finally the same as my hand, and it can finally use the trick of crescent moon flying knife.

Let the two pairs of ghost hands spread out into the ruined temple and hide behind the columns. Forgetting to walk to the center of the ruined temple, picking up the other three wooden star wheels, at this moment, he felt as if he was back in the forest of the witch temple.

Raising his hand and flicking it at will, the wooden star wheel with the mark of the crescent moon easily found the ghost hand after going around the cylinder a few times, and the ghost hand grabbed the buckle and threw it at will, and another crescent mark followed the other ghost hand.

Forgetful raised his hand and flung it back, and another wooden star wheel flew out.

In this way, the four wooden star wheels eventually flew around in the ruined temple, or the large curve was almost semicircular, or the small oblique was as straight as a snail, or as fast as lightning, or as slow as a snail. But no matter what, the Wood Star Wheel never got out of his hands.

The smoke disappeared to the ground, the white smoke dispersed in the sky, and the two pairs of ghost hands were gone.

Wandering briskly through the temple, he picked up the wooden star wheels one by one and put them in the bag. As soon as the matter was over, he sat down on the stone pillar again, added some firewood, and stared at the flames and smirked.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from far and near from the courtyard.

Forgetful looked up at the broken temple door, and had some doubts in his heart, Brother Bai shouldn't have come back at this time.

It was indeed not Bai You who came back, but the angry Wu Qiu, who walked alone in a bit of a hurry. Forgetfulness was just about to open his mouth to ask, but he opened his mouth first.

"Forget your feelings, bring Xuanhu Lake, let me drink a sip of wine and be smooth."

"Brother Wu, what's wrong with you?" took off Xuanhu and threw it over, smiling unlovingly, "Still drinking smoothly?" After following Brother Li for a long time, I actually learned this. ”

"I can't be angry, I can't be angry!" Sitting down, Wu Qiu unscrewed the wine stopper and poured a big sip, but he was not greedy, and hurriedly handed it to Forgetful, "Dabi is not finished, even if you are not angry, you can't buy drunk." ”

"I'm very smooth today, for the sake of Brother Wu's disobedience, I will reluctantly accompany you and take a bite." Raised his head and drank the wine, and quickly tied Xuanhu Huaxiao to his wrist, and said meaningfully, "It won't go wrong to go to the martial arts stage to chat......"

"I just rushed back from the Chunsheng Pill Pharmacy, and the resentment that arose there, Hua Lianfang is so hateful!" Wu Qiu got angry when he thought about it, and took firewood and poked it at the void a few times.

"How could Doctor Hua provoke you, she is so kind-hearted? Besides, why are you going to the Chunsheng Pill Pharmacy, you are not sick? Forgetfulness looked at Wu Qiu even more suspiciously.

Throwing the firewood on the ground, Wu Qiufu picked it up again. After holding it tightly in his hand, he waved the firewood stick and told the story in a colorful voice.

"Are you saying that you felt that you were sick because of your bad spirit, and went to see Doctor Hua to take a look, but she 'perfunctory' said: Sleep well and you'll be fine......"

Forgetting to smile and look away, Wu Qiu nodded again and again with a pout.

"Then you, who were indignant, met Gu Xunran and Wei Zheng around the corner, and scolded them?" Forget the emotion and look at Wu Qiu again.

"I just wanted to stir up trouble and scolded Gu Xunran fiercely." Wu Qiu's eyes showed a fierce light.

"Just when he and you were about to fight, Doctor Hua scolded you and told you not to make trouble in the Dan Medicine Hall?" Seeing that Wu Qiu was still nodding indignantly, he couldn't help but persuade, "But Doctor Hua didn't do anything wrong, Taichang Dao takes saving lives and helping the injured so seriously, and you still want to fight in the Dan Medicine Hall?" Besides, as you just said, you just want to stir up trouble. ”

Wu Qiu thought for a while with firewood, and said slowly: "What did you say...... It seems to make a lot of sense. ”

"It's true, but it's not just about the word 'like'. Hua Lianfang is a doctor, and she said that if she is fine, there should be no problem. According to the friendship between the two factions, it won't be that they won't help you, right? Besides, you don't know how hard you practiced the other day, and it's normal to be listless, otherwise why did you sleep like that at noon? ”

Wu Qiu had already listened, but he still asked.

"Then why didn't you and Bai You get so tired?"

"Do you want to hear the truth, or do you want to tell a lie?" Forgetfulness smiled.

Wu Qian added firewood to the bonfire, and said without hesitation: "Naturally, it's the truth, I want that lie to sound like something!" ”

"Then I'll tell you, Brother Wu, you have to listen carefully. First, the Hongchen Pavilion exercises are like this, good spirit at night, good cultivation at night, and good sleep at night; Second, I am cultivating rather than competing; Third, Brother Bai and I have long been accustomed to competing every day, and we have our own set of responses to the long-term war. ”

"I see." Wu Qiu touched his head, his face was a little embarrassed, "It seems that I am looking for something wrong." ”

Forget the love smiled and said: "You just think it's rare to get together, and your strength is not equal, so you have to fight each other." As everyone knows, doing it in such a hurry will make it physically and mentally tired. However, in my experience, if you go to bed earlier and sleep well, you will recover quickly. ”

"Then I won't make small talk with you, I'll go to sleep!" After walking a few steps, Wu Qian turned around and said, "However, thinking about scolding Gu Xunran tonight, my heart is a little more relaxed." With that, his figure disappeared behind the remnant.

The bonfire crackled and sent Wu Qiu off, and the muttering of forgetfulness drowned in it.

"According to what Wei Zheng and Feng Chuanya once said, Gu Xunran shouldn't have gone to see Huang Jiuchen."