When I returned to the dormitory, I finally talked to Wang Li and Zhang Zheng. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info is just a few simple greetings, after Kang Jian returned to the dormitory, he also picked up his PSP and played. I was happy to be quiet, and I was also looking at the book by myself.

I've heard of people grinding their teeth while sleeping, and I've always wondered what was going on. In the middle of the night, I finally saw it. I was in a daze when I was awakened by the sound of rubbing. This sound is very harsh, more alarming than the sound of snoring.

I opened my eyes and listened carefully, and found that it was Kang Jian grinding his teeth, and I couldn't help but laugh. Suddenly I was addicted to smoking again, so I got up and wanted to go out to smoke, and when I walked to the door and was about to open the door, I found that Zhang Zheng's bed was empty, and there was a toilet in the dormitory.

After thinking about it for a while, did you go to smoke too? I opened the door, and in the middle of the night, there was no one around. I lit a cigarette and it started to get out of my way. Behind the dormitory, there is a small open space outside, although it is late at night, but there are no clouds, and by the moonlight, you can vaguely see things in the open space.

Suddenly, I noticed something moving in the clearing. When I looked closely, it was actually a person. I stood still, squinting to see who was in the clearing, only to hear a muttering sound.

I tiptoed over to hear what the man was saying. It wasn't until I got behind the man that I heard the man muttering, "Can't find it, can't find it." I frowned, the clothes on this person's body, isn't it Zhang Zhengyou?

I took a few more detours, squatted down to see, Zhang Zheng's eyes were blank, his head was down, and he kept pulling the grass with his hands. "Is it nocturnal wanderer?" I said secretly.

I saw that Zhang Zheng completely ignored my existence, and was pulling the grass on the ground wholeheartedly. I tilted my head sideways, trying to wake up Zhang Zheng, and then I thought about it, there has always been a saying among the people that people who suffer from nocturnal wandering syndrome can't be forcibly woken up when they are traveling at night, otherwise they will be scared out of their souls. Although this is an exaggeration, it is possible to frighten people.

Just like that, I watched Zhang Zheng play with grass for a while. I had an idea, although I couldn't wake him up, but I wasn't without it, I stretched out my right hand, knotted my sword fingers, and read: "Keep the right and ward off the evil, just borrow the law, and the yang charm opens!" I only felt a burst of warmth in the palm of my hand, and the palm of my hand was hot, so I stroked Zhang Zheng's shoulders. This is done in order to strengthen the yang fire on Zhang Zheng's shoulders. Sure enough, Zhang Zheng trembled slightly, turned around and looked at me with some astonishment: "Zhang Shiyi, what are you doing?" How am I here? ”

I smiled and said, "I came out to smoke, and when I saw you here, I came over to have a look." ”

Zhang Zheng was silent for a while, pinching his face, obviously, he thought he was dreaming. I waited patiently. Zhang Zheng obviously pinched very hard, and gasped as soon as he started. As soon as I closed my eyes, when I opened them, and saw that I was still there, I said, "It seems that I am not dreaming." ”

I saw that Zhang Zheng seemed to have come back to his senses, so I said, "Classmate Zhang, you are familiar with ancient books and classics, you should know about night wandering syndrome, right?" ”

Zhang Zheng nodded and said, "Well, nocturnal wandering syndrome is sleepwalking." The next moment, Zhang Zheng looked at me in disbelief and said, "You mean I'm sleepwalking?" ”

"Or else? I can't have brought you here, right? I asked rhetorically.

Zhang Zheng was silent, I lit a cigarette, sat next to him and said, "Student Zhang, it's actually nothing, teenagers are originally a high-risk group of nocturnal wanderers, you may be a little stressed." ”

Zhang Zheng pushed me with his elbow and said, "Bring me one." ”

I handed Zhang Zheng a cigarette and lit it for him.

Zhang Zheng took a skillful puff, spit out a smoke ring and said, "I haven't smoked for a long time, this feeling of dizziness is so refreshing." ”

It's a bit awkward at this time, and I really don't know what to say. just silently listened to Zhang Zheng's words.

After a while, Zhang Zheng seemed to have made up a lot of determination and said to me: "When we were chatting tonight, I heard that your adoptive father opened an antique shop, so I think you should have been in contact with a lot of antiques, right?" ”

"Well, I've seen some." I replied.

Zhang Zheng turned his head sideways and asked me with a serious face: "Zhang Shiyi, has your adoptive father handled Tang Sancai?" ”

Tang Sancai is a kind of low-temperature glazed pottery that prevailed in the Tang Dynasty, mainly yellow, green and white, so it is called Tang Sancai. However, Tang Sancai was mainly used for funerals in the Tang Dynasty, and people who knew it would not collect it. My adoptive father didn't take it. I replied.

Zhang Zheng looked at me and said, "Well, my grandfather said the same thing. There is one thing you may not know, the first discovery of Tang Sancai in China was in 1905, that archaeological excavation, my grandfather was a member of the archaeological team at that time. ”

I looked at Zhang Zheng with a puzzled expression, not understanding what Zhang Zheng meant, so I asked, "Zhang Zheng, you..."

Zhang Zheng motioned for me not to speak, and then said: "At that time, my grandfather studied the culture of the Tang Dynasty all his life, and he was eager for Tang Sancai, and he had only seen it in history books. Zhang Zheng swallowed his saliva and paused, "He hid one privately." ”

I looked at Zhang Zheng with some shock, not because his grandfather had a private collection of cultural relics, but because Zhang Zheng told me this. Then in the moonlight, I could clearly see the expression on Zhang Zheng's face, his face was calm, and there was still a hint of gloom.

Zhang Zheng lit another cigarette, spit out a smoke ring, changed his tone, and asked in an old voice, "Young man, you don't seem to be surprised at all?" ”

"Young man?" I got up excitedly, subconsciously stepped on the seven-star step, looked at Zhang Zheng and asked, "Zhang Zheng, what's wrong with you?" Why has the voice changed? ”

Zhang Zheng smiled faintly and said, "I am Zhang Zheng's grandfather, Zhang Ming." The trick you used just now to ignite the yang fire on your shoulders, coupled with your stepping on the Seven Star Steps, you must be a cultivator, right? ”

I looked at Zhang Zheng warily and asked, "Are you a ghost cultivator?" "After thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel a chill, the ghost cultivators who can restrain the yin qi have cultivated to at least five grades, and the strength of the ghost sect or above. I panicked and wanted to touch my waist, only to remember that I didn't have the Nameless Sword with me this time.

Zhang Ming still sat down and said: "Don't worry, I'm not a ghost cultivator, I'm just a trace of soul trapped in my great-grandson's body, if it wasn't for what you just did, I wouldn't have been awakened." At first, I wasn't sure that you were a member of the Daomen, but now I'm sure you're you, come, sit down, and let's continue talking. ”

I have always said that if I really encountered a ghost cultivator at the level of the Ghost Sect, it would be useless for me to run, so I sat down and said, "Senior, I am indeed a cultivator. ”

Zhang Ming nodded and said, "I didn't expect to meet you here, it seems that it was also a coincidence." Who is your teacher? ”

I didn't hide it, so I replied: "My master is Zhengyi, senior, what are you looking for?" ”

Zhang Ming smiled slightly and said, "I'll look for my remaining soul." ”

I wondered, "Soul? ”