In the quiet bamboo forest, all the bamboo leaves suddenly swayed back and forth without wind. After a while, the leaves on the bamboo near the old monk's body all fell to the ground, forming a small whirlpool, tightly wrapping the Suhe diagram. Under the bamboo tree, Su Hetu's face was covered with sweat, and his expression was very painful and distorted, as if he was experiencing some kind of calamity.

"Xiaohetu, although I have passed on to you what I have learned all my life too early against the wishes of the stinky sword ghost. But you must remember that you must not reveal it until you reach adulthood, otherwise you will be killed. ”

"When dealing with others, we must maintain a compassionate heart and remember not to go astray. Remember, remember ......"

The voice like Hong Zhong echoed in Su Hetu's mind, and the old monk's body became more and more blurred. Su Hetu wanted to go over and grab his hand, but he couldn't catch it, so he could only watch his master disappear from front of him. I felt very painful in my heart, and I ran all the way to catch up, and I ran a long way, but this originally small bamboo forest couldn't run away.

Su Hetu suddenly woke up in the illusion, and two lines of tears flowed down his cheeks. He knew that Master had really left this time, and he should have gone to the Western Elysium.

There was a string of Buddhist beads left in the place where the old monk was lying, but the body was long gone, and even the scriptures placed on Su Hetu's legs had turned into ashes. This string of beads is different from ordinary beads in that it is made up of twenty-one golden beads. Even in the middle of the night, it looks particularly eye-catching, no worse than the night pearl.

Su Hetu squatted down and picked it up and put it on his neck, and at this time a vision was born. I saw that the original string of beads was all scattered with a snap. One by one, they surrounded Su Hetu's body as if they had life, slowly converging towards his neck. When he approached the neck of Su Hetu, all the beads converged into a large golden transparent round ball the size of a night pearl. The large ball rotated rapidly, condensing the surrounding air to form a vortex of vacuum. The air slowly twisted and deformed, turning into a swastika and typing on Su Hetu's chest.

Su Hetu was violently attacked and flew backwards, just hanging quietly in the air, his eyes turning golden yellow, like gold water that had just been melted by high temperatures. The big beads were spinning faster and faster, and the bamboo forest seemed to be burning, becoming very hot.

Su Hetu couldn't stand such a high temperature, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth and sprinkled directly on the rotating golden ball. The blood slowly wriggled on the golden ball, and after a while, a small red dot formed. Suddenly, it became quiet, stopped turning, and slowly flew towards the sandalwood peach blossom sword hanging around Su Hetu's neck.

When he was about to approach the Peach Blossom Sword, he suddenly became the size of a teardrop, and he rushed forward and set it on the hilt of the Peach Blossom Sword. The peach blossom sword originally made of sandalwood turned golden, and with the assistance of the impact force, it penetrated into Su Hetu's chest little by little. Su Hetu closed his eyes tightly and didn't dare to look directly, and the sweat on his face poured down like heavy rain. Su Hetu silently recited the old monk's Sutra and his hidden scriptures in his heart, and slowly folded his hands.

An hour later, silence returned to the bamboo forest. The peach blossom sword that originally hung on Su Hetu's neck was gone, but there was an extra tattoo the size of the peach blossom sword above his chest.

After such a toss, the sky was about to dawn, and Su Hetu woke up from his meditation. Although he has not rested seriously for three days, he seems to be unusually energetic.

"Xiao Anzi, Xiao Anzi......" Su Hetu's voice came from the door of Peng Xiao'an's house again. Su Hetu was afraid that he hadn't shouted for several days, and the adults would not get used to it, so he deliberately lowered his voice and shouted. Who Cheng thought that although he didn't use much force, the effect of shouting was more shocking than before.

"Hey, here we go again. Didn't he go to the county seat these days, why did he come back so soon. I also let people not sleep. Peng Henian was quite helpless about this.

Because Peng Xiaoan was instructed by Su Hetu not to tell anyone about this matter, the neighbors thought that this kid had gone to the county seat to visit relatives.

Peng Xiaoan picked up his schoolbag and rushed out of the house, just ran a few steps and remembered that it was Sunday, so he put the schoolbag back again.

"Are you okay kid? What happened to the old monk? Peng Xiaoan held back for three days, and he could finally ask him face to face.

"The old monk left after his injuries were healed, and he was afraid that he would not have anything to eat, so he asked me to help him dig traps and hunt beside me." At the mention of the old monk Su Hetu, he was sad, but he covered it up well.

The two of them also went to the small bamboo forest to set traps as usual. The place where the vision was all over the place just now was quiet as if nothing had happened. Su Hetu preferred to believe that it was a dream, and when he woke up from the dream, the old monk would not die. But the imprint on his chest reminded him of how cruel this was.

"In late autumn, you can send these baked cakes to Aunt Jinxiu's house. I'm going to work, and you can't finish it at home. Peng Hefei said to Du Wanqiu.

Twilight Autumn obviously hesitated, thinking about whether to go or not. If you go, I'm afraid to see that little villain who doesn't know what to do. If you don't go, I'll see him for a few days, and I miss him. In the end, I was ruthless, and I decided to send it in person.

As soon as I walked to the door of Su Jinxiu's house in the late autumn, I met Su Hetu, who had just returned from the bamboo forest. Blushing and turning his head to the side, Su Hetu was quite puzzled, I haven't seen Sister Wanqiu for a few days, why don't you want to pay attention to me.

"Sister Late Autumn, do you have something to do with me?"

"I didn't ...... It's okay. Twilight replied in a huff.

Su Hetu touched his little mouth, and Sister Late Autumn became so strange.

"This is a baked cake for your family, and I can't finish it myself." After saying that, he ran away as if he was running away, and he didn't look at Suhetu from beginning to end. Su Hetu was confused, and decided to go to her after eating to ask her.

Twilight Autumn, who ran home, leaned his back against the wall, stroked his chest with his hand, and gasped for air. The face is red, and the two mountains on his chest rise and fall with his breathing, which is very beautiful. If Su Hetu was present, he would inevitably have to be coquettish again.

What the hell was wrong with me, how could I be so nervous about a child who was more than ten years younger than me. Is it possible that I have fallen in love with him. Twilight Autumn didn't dare to think about it anymore, and was scared into a cold sweat by her own thoughts.

In fact, how did she know that as long as Su Hetu liked a different surname, once he touched the Peach Blossom Sword, he would involuntarily fall in love with him. Regardless of age, except for the elderly, of course.

Before I could let go of my hanging heart, I heard a knock on the door.

"Who?"

"Sister Late Autumn is me, I'll come to see you."

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